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Jan. 10th, 2016 08:57 pm
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Everything had been so quiet lately. His work life, his home life, even his mind seemed unusually still lately- And it was, honestly, making Spencer uneasy. It wasn't that he was hoping for a serial killer or anything like that- Even when he was desperate for some mental stimulation and a challenge, he never got quite that dark. But something, anything, had to happen.

...And then it did, and Spencer- Spencer's heart ached, the guilt he felt for daring to wish for more work to do spilling over and weighing him down. And oh, it was always harder when it was children. Always.

Three bodies in two weeks, all between the ages of six and eight. Girls, still in their school uniforms. Dumped, without any signs of remorse from their killer. It was, honestly, the worst case he'd been assigned to since coming to London, and as he stood at the police barrier, having just spoken to the woman who'd spotted the body, he realized that this wouldn't be like it was at home. The police wanted a profile from them, but they hadn't been invited to be a part of the investigation- Leaving Spencer with nothing but photos and paperwork, and the occasional update from the field.

Sitting in a cafe he read the report on the first body for the tenth time, wondering if this was really the best use of his talents. ...Wondering if maybe it was finally time to look at his other options.
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cut for spoilers )

Standing in the middle of Tesco he glared at a bunch of bananas, as though they'd wronged him somehow. then picked up an orange and added that to his basket as well. This had seemed like a good idea when he'd left the house, but how was he supposed to just buy groceries as though everything was fine when his whole world was falling apart?

(OTA! Please read my post in the OOC com before tagging in! Also, I know the GP is going strong, so late tags, slow tags, ect are all very welcome. I'd love for him to meet lots of people, so don't be shy!)
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Summer was coming to an end, and fall was slowly creeping in as the temperatures dropped and the store fronts down the high street started to change to muted and earthy colours.

Menus at restaurants were beginning to change, and school for many was already back in session. Though there were still people attempting to enjoy the last weeks of summer, despite the fact that the weather was already turning on them.

As always, there was plenty to do this weekend, and though tourist season was slowing down, the streets and the underground were as busy and bustling as ever.

(Though the GP takes place over the course of Sat & Sun, it is, as always, open for as long as people want to top level and tag in. Be sure to check back throughout the week to see who has tagged in!)

OTA

Jun. 3rd, 2015 12:18 pm
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Spencer wasn't teaching any more, but he was still lecturing now and then, and doing recruitment pitches for the FBI. Spencer honestly didn't know why the FBI insisted on sending him out for those sorts of things, but he imagined it was based solely on his youth, not his ability to connect with other young people.

Honestly, he found it all a bit stressful. No one ever laughed at his jokes, and he was painfully aware of how odd students tended to find him. 

As a result he was looking a bit low as he made his way off campus, ready to go home and hide beneath a stack of books.

OTA

Apr. 26th, 2015 12:17 pm
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"Honestly, it all happened very fast," Valentine said, his brow creased in concern as he spoke to the agent. "I didn't even recognize him until you showed me his photograph just now- But yes, it was him, that actor. He was having a cigarette and talking to a man in a dark hooded sweatshirt. I couldn't see his face, but I saw his hands- They were pale. Whiter than you or I."

"Could you tell me anything else about him?" Spencer pressed gently.

"He was much taller than the other man- The actor, he was a very petite man, but the other man was taller- Nearly my height, I think, but heavier. Not overweight, but not trim, and not muscular," Val replied, hating that he couldn't be more help. "Surely there's CCTV footage of where they went next..."

Spencer just smiled, unable to share anything more. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Collingwood. Please, don't hesitate to get in touch if you remember anything else."

Valentine nodded, still looking a bit pale and startled as he stood on the pavement, looking over to where he'd seen a young man stabbed and hauled away. There was still blood on the ground, the wolf inside could smell it. ...He only wished the wolf could do something more.

Spencer returned to the small group of officers, waiting to interview the next person, and watching as the press slowly started to gather. That was the problem with celebrity abductions and attacks. You couldn't keep them quiet. Not now that everyone seemed to document every moment of their days...

He could hear one of the officers speaking to the press, and he frowned. This wasn't how they did things back home- It was too soon to be making statements.

At seven thirty this morning, Finley Alexander Flynn was attacked and abducted by an unknown man. We're asking that anyone with any information on this man, or Mr. Flynn's whereabouts, come forward to aid our investigation...

(OTA Tag Spencer or Valentine! Also check the OOC com shortly for more information on Fin's abduction.)

OTA

Mar. 4th, 2015 12:27 am
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The day had started off like any other. A morning full of paperwork, a lunch involving a salad he didn't really want... Then a few hours at his desk reviewing cases and a meeting with his boss. Normal things. ...Mundane things. Things he could do in his sleep.

Honestly, as pleased as Spencer was to be back in the field, he had to admit that he didn't feel as challenged here as he had back home. Partly because it was so rare that they were invited in on any cases- And partly because the cases they were invited in on were so straight forward and, well, normal- For lack of a better word. It was to be expected he supposed, statistically speaking at least, that there would be less cases, and that the cases they did have would veer towards the traditional. However, knowing that didn't stop his mind from yearning for a challenge. ...And as a result, he found himself spending more and more time with cold cases.

One in particular had become a bit of a fixation. A series of murders that seemed to stretch from Turkey to Scotland- All with the same MO, and the same signature- Yet also without any leads or even prime suspects, a fact that had only left Spencer even more interested. After nearly a month of digging he'd finally stumbled onto something solid, a lead strong enough that he'd started pulling the files of officers who'd been involved in the original investigation.

Though even with a working theory, he hadn't been certain he was on the right track. ...Not until tonight.

He had been sitting at his usual table at his usual cafe, his coffee getting cold on the table in front of him as he combed through file after file. He only tore himself away from it all long enough to ask the girl behind the counter if she had a spare pen. It only took a moment, however, upon returning to the table he found a letter waiting for him. Using the tip of his freshly borrowed pen, Spencer opened it, Frowning at the sight of a single sentence, typed out in bold letters and all caps.

LEAVE IT ALONE.

Glancing around, he couldn't see anyone suspicious, and he had to assume that whoever had left the note hadn't lingered to see his response. Reading it again, he brought his cold coffee to his lips, taking a sip and then immediately spitting it out into a napkin. A bitter tang lingered in his mouth, and as he pulled the plastic lid off atop the paper cup, he instantly felt ill. ...It was impossible not to see the very large, and very dead, rat inside.

OTA - Debut

Feb. 8th, 2015 12:24 am
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"You tell 'em you want Nana's Banger's and a tub of Grandad's fiddles, best meal you'll have in the city, mate," DCI Went said, grinning brightly.

"Okay, now I know you're just making words up," Rafael replied flatly, though the words were followed by a faint smile. "I'll see you tomorrow- Get some rest, Went. You've earned it."

Nearby there was press talking to a victim who'd finally seen justice served to her attacker, and Barba watched for a moment before headed the other way. Today had been a good day, a win, but it hadn't been easy, and he was sure he'd earned some good scotch and maybe one of those pasty things the officers were always eating. They looked dreadful, but smelled amazing...

He made his way down the street, turning his head as he passed a fine boutique selling silk ties, and nearly walking right into someone.

OTA

Jan. 24th, 2015 09:25 pm
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"Actually, so far the only similarity between these murders and the Ripper case is the missing organs, and even that wasn't present in each Ripper victim. Out of the five canonical murders, Nichols was not missing any organs; Chapman's uterus was taken; Eddowes had her uterus and a kidney removed, and Kelly was missing her heart," Spencer told the man standing beside him on line at the cafe- Who'd made the mistake of comparing a recent string of murders in modern day London, to the work of Jack the Ripper. The man was holding a copy of some weekly rag, which featured a headline that warned anyone who was dim enough to read it that the Ripper was 'Back from the Dead',
 
"This new killer doesn't have a gender preference, and hasn't targeted a single prostitute. The crime scenes are elaborate and almost artistic- The victims are often mutilated, but never out of rage..."
 
The man cut the young doctor off with a wave of his hand, clearly not interested in his thoughts on the case. "Look, wot-ever, mate. I'm just sayin', I'll not be letting my girls out after dark 'till he's caught."
 
Spencer nodded a bit, biting his tongue and deciding the man probably didn't want to hear how unlikely it was that his daughters would be targeted next.
 
"I bet it's a foreigner," the woman behind him whispered. "Some unemployed filth."
 
Spencer looked puzzled by that, then shook his head. "Actually, it's much more likely that he's a wealthy older man- Caucasian, mid thirties to late fifties. Wealthy, well spoken and educated..."
 
The woman rolled her eyes at him and turned to the gentleman holding the paper, ignoring Spencer's profile in favour of gossip.



(OTA catch Spencer on line, or just after he orders his coffee. Or catch him as he leaves the cafe. :D)
 
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Kersen had recently learned a very important life lesson: Never use the words "I wish" in the company of the fae. Not even flippantly. Not even accidentally. Not even if you thought that Willy Silver was kind of a friend and not a soulless, malicious, childish jackass.

Because, what might happen is that you wake up one morning as the opposite gender.1 And then you freak out on the man who'd been sharing your bed, who luckily is a psychiatrist so pretty understanding. Except when you get turned on later and ill advisedly start making out with him but then completely freak out because you don't, you know, have the correct genitals.

And then, you of course naively assume that the fae who fucked you over so royally will have a good laugh and then change you back. Except it turns out you're totally wrong and he actually is a total sociopath who makes you bargain to get your own body back.

All of this explained how Kersen was, five days later, still in a female body. And his contact who was hunting down the damn flower or whatever that Willy wanted had apparently tracked it down in Tibet or something and was on his way back to London. He should be here tomorrow. Kersen could handle one more night like this, right? Right. Sure. As if he hadn't already been slowly going insane over the past few days.

Some people - stupid people - assumed that drag queens were all transsexual. Kersen was not. Not at all. And if this experience had taught him anything it was just how true that was. Maybe it had brought him some insight into himself as well, but he refused to be grateful to Willy for any part of it. He just wanted to be himself again. He wanted his penis back. And he'd never complain again about having to make his own clothes.

At least if he had to be a woman he was an attractive woman. And he looked a lot like himself - especially in drag, though it was very clear now that he wasn't a man in drag. He'd been pretending for the past few nights to be his own cousin. Which was really freaking weird. And he wasn't going to sing like this, so he was bartending instead.

Someone sat down at the bar but he didn't look up right away. "What can I get you?" he asked, cleaning a glass out with a cloth.

1 kind of NSFW
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The body hadn't been hidden, it hadn't been concealed or covered- In fact it had been left on display, like some kind of morbid art piece or decaying statue. The man's arms were bound above him- Not stretched high, only slightly above his head and out to the sides. He was posed on the stage like a puppet who's master had taken a break.

What stood out most, however, was the lack of his head. The nudity was startling, and the pose was odd, but the missing head was bothering Spencer more than anything else as he studied the corpse. It had been removed so carefully- while the man had still been alive- yet there was no blood splatter. Not even a drop. 

"Maybe he was killed somewhere else?" one of the officers suggested, but Spencer shook his head.

"No, he was held here a while before he died," he replied, sounding very sure of that. "I don't suppose anyone's found the head yet?" he asked, looking hopeful.

(OTA- If your pup is a police-y sort, or likely to consult, feel free to have them involved in the case. If they aren't, feel free to have them know the victim, be involved with the venue in some way, or even have been the one to find him. :D If you don't want the gore but still want to speak to Spencer, feel free to catch him as he's leaving instead.)

OTA

Oct. 9th, 2014 07:23 pm
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Profiling was something you couldn't just switch off. Spencer had tried, and he'd failed time and time again. He couldn't help it, his brain was programmed to notice certain things. The way someone walked, the words someone chose- they could tell Spencer so much, he could see so much. 

He could do so much- and he'd realized, with a wave of guilt, that he shouldn't be using his abilities to work out which business man on his train was cheating on his spouse, or who had a history of alcohol abuse... He should be working again. Not teaching, but doing what he did best. He needed to go back to profiling, to helping people.

He'd spent the morning trying to figure out what to do. Did he go back to America? Back to a team that didn't exist? Did he become a full time consultant or find work in law enforcement here in London? He honestly had no idea.

He sat alone at a table in a small cafe beside his favourite bookshop, reading his way through a stack of books at what probably seemed like an inhuman pace to anyone who observed him. His eyes moved back and forth rapidly, taking it all in, as his right hand flipped the pages at a comfortable rhythm. He may not have known what direction he was going in life, but here and now, surrounded by books, he was in his element.

OTA

Sep. 29th, 2014 09:21 am
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Hotch had a car most of the time, given to him by the legat's office, but today it was sent in for maintenance. An inconvenient fact that meant Hotch was at the mercy of public transport. He'd looked up the tube schedule online in the office but the whole thing in practie proved to be a bit more confusing. He'd gotten on the train and had quickly found himself...not where he'd intended. So he did what any sensible person would. He got off, went up top, and looked for a cab.

He stood on the curb in an unfamiliar part of London, looking just a bit out of place in his suit and tie.

He wished he had his gun.

(Find Hotch wherever it would be most convenient for your character! Whatever works to get them together- ask him for a light, they can go for he same cab, anything XD)

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