== (wants) wrote in repose, @ 2016-04-17 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, iris morgenstern |
Police Station, Log: Iris M & Deputy
Who: Iris Morgenstern & Deputy
What: an interview
Where: the interview room
When: directly following this
Warnings/Rating: TBD, likely mentions of blood, homicide, assault, &c.
The deputy waited by the interview room. She had her blues on, of course, and her dark hair tied back. She was middle-aged. One of two women on the small police force of Repose. She sipped down coffee to make herself more alert. She'd been pulled from home and she knew she needed to get serious. This was the Sheriff's almost-sister-in-law, after all, and the deputy had lived in Repose her whole life. It wasn't the murder that had her worried. It was that she was well-acquainted with the rumor mill of the town, and she knew this woman coming in—Iris—was unstable, had an eating disorder, and ran around her bakery barefoot. Like everyone else, of course she knew she was the sister to the Sheriff's child-bride, one of two. There was also the British or English or whatever man, with the curls, who was so prim, when he pursed his lips, it looked a lot like an asshole. At least, that was what she'd heard, and like any small town native, she believed it, until proved otherwise. The interview room itself was mostly bland. Cinderblock walls old. But, the lights in it were bright, and, all things considered, the chairs were actually pretty comfortable. More comfortable than what they had at the desk. The table was level laminate made to look like wood. The door was open, showing this scene in a slice. The radio on the deputy's hip squawked. Morgenstern was here. The deputy drank the dregs of her coffee through her teeth, ready to ask the woman if she needed anything and to get more. She ran her fingers through her hair, loosening the bun pulled to the nape of her neck until her hair frizzed some. And she waited, thanking God for caffeine as she did so. |