the-moose-winchester started following you
Movement in the sky had caught his attention, a news helicopter going over head to try and catch a glimpse of the crime scene below as the police finished shooing the last reporter from around the taped off area. Nathaniel shook his head, tucking the clip board under his arm and glancing down at the body once more, a young woman- maybe in her early twenties if not in her late teens- stretched out across the ground in several pieces. She wasn’t the first body to be found like this, just the first in this part of the city. “I won’t know anything more until after the autopsy” he spoke, voice crystal clear to the interns that started to collect what was left of the woman to be put onto a gurney and driven back to the city morgue. Turning on his heel, Nathaniel scanned the remaining crowd, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked over the faces for a moment.
Sam was mortified, whatever got her had got her good… and he was upset he hadn’t caught it before this happened. He was leaning on a car, watching from far enough to where he wouldn’t be questioned or asked to leave. He did noticed however the man scanning, pursing his lips. It looked like a werewolf, or maybe a shapeshifter… He wasn’t sure, but the hunt got even more important to find it, and kill it. He shifted and pushed himself off the car, stretching a bit. Well.. he could go back tot he hotel and do some research, maybe that would be best. He eyed the male one last time before turning and taking his leave, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.
Nathaniel was about to take a step towards the crowd when he was tapped on the shoulder, the woman informing him that the body had been loaded into the van and that they were ready to go. Casting one last glance towards the crowd, he nodded, muttering “I’ll meet you back at the morgue” to the woman as he started walking, ducking under the police tape and shouldering past the few reporters that had managed to sneak back towards the crime scene. Vultures. His nose wrinkled in mild disgust at the thought as he walked, skirting past the camera crew and heading towards his own car.
[ you’re an amazing roleplayer but im not particularly sure how to respond to this @@ any suggestions? ]
[shush, no I’m not. I was thinking maybe Sam tried to investigate at the morgue and tries to bullshit his way to getting a copy of the files or something?]