The Dark Slayer (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} therogueslayer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} portland_logs,@ 2014-09-11 12:45:00 |
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Where: Out and about in Portland
When: Tonightish
What: Wabbit hunting
Status: Ongoing/Incomplete
Warnings: The usual Faith warnings apply
Somehow Steve seemed to be everywhere. With Enzo it was good to know people in low places but with Steve it was good to know people in high places. Faith just couldn't get over the fact that her ex-convict self was roaming around a crime scene with an official Portland PD badge hanging around her neck. She was there as an expert consultant, Steve had explained. It was the only way they could get her access to the crime scene. She never thought she would be working for popos considering she generally spent her time on the criminal side of the bars. But this was Portland and nobody from Faith's world was in Portland. Here she wasn't a murderer, she was a psychopath (usually) and she wasn't an ex-con. She was just another kickass superhero who happened to take her clothes off for money. Lucky Portland. They caught her on a redemptive swing.
Faith swept the crime scene with her eyes, careful not to touch what she didn't have to. She had already read the report about the fire itself and the state of the victims. She wanted to get her hands on the two girls who had survived but she knew that even Steve's magic only reached so far. He was super ridiculous hot though, she imagined it was difficult to say no to him. It was just too goddamn bad he was such a boy scout and Faith's double entendres either went over his head or made him blush like a fucking school girl. Truthfully, it only made Faith want to pick on him even more. She wouldn't be Faith if she didn't harass the guy but she did have mad respect for what he did for the city of Portland. He was the real deal kind of superhero, not just dabbling to help ease a guilty conscience.
There actually wasn't a lot to be seen inside that she hadn't already read in the police report. It was just a gruesome reminder that a lot of people had died here. Faith's eyes had tried to gloss over the number of fatalities listed in the report but she couldn't and seeing that number had pissed her off. Who the hell would choose to kill a bunch of potentially hot college co-eds anyway? It was truly evil in Faith's opinion. There was just one thing she found near the door. It was a cigarette butt buried in the ashes like it had been blown in by the wind. Faith bent down and picked it up. The cigarette wasn't a brand she recognized and Faith spent a lot of time buying cigarettes. She frowned. Wasn't there a smoke shop nearby?
One more sweep around the building and she found a lot of cigarette butts but only two more that matched the one she had found near the door. Now all she had to do was track down the person who bought the smokes. That shouldn't be a problem in a city of six hundred thousand people. Sure, Portland was a pipsqueak compared to Boston or Los Angeles but it was by no means rural. She was on the hunt for more cigarette butts, slayer eyes peeled and keenly set to the ground. She didn't even notice when Derek appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, just peeled away from the shadows like the shady lurker he was. Faith didn't mind. She didn't care much for being touched or sneaked up on but she made an exception for the people she gave a shit about. And it wasn't like Derek was her first experience with lurking. Sometimes if Faith stared too hard at Derek's shadow she really started to miss Angel.
"Would it be really gross to ask you to sniff this and pick up a trail?" she asked as she held the cigarette butt up, pinched tightly between her thumb and her index finger. "Cause this is the only lead I got right now. Don't recognize the brand though. Might be one of those fancy rich people cigarettes. What do you think?"