Debra ʿ∂євʾ Gray (sg_debra) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-12-15 02:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: december, character: bethan milligan, character: debra gray, ~complete, ~scene lottery |
Thread - Bethan and Debra (fearlessness)
Who: Bethan and Debra
Where: school grounds
When: Wednesday; after class
What: Following reports of a 'vigilante' in town, Deb is on the hunt for a story. Surprisingly, she might finally be on to one.
Warnings: IDK; mentioned rape, violence, swearing.
Ever since that pesky night where she'd realised that maybe she wasn't as human as she'd been led to believe, Debra had been putting her work to the side. It was difficult when you didn't know if something was because of the Government and their antics, or one of your classmates being a little reckless.
She still had a boot print to track down, although she had her list narrowed down to four people, and three of them were classmates.
Trying to write more mundane things had only proved blocking and Debra was at the point where she was ready to reopen her case of vampirism hits Lima when she came across something else. It had happened on Saturday night; she'd been walking home, something she had to learn to stop doing but until her father helped her out with a car that was what she was doing, when she'd heard the police scanner two streets over. It wasn't sound so much as soundwaves or whatever, but she'd yet to actually sit down and read those books she'd checked out of the library to explain just what she was able to do.
Who really wanted to read about bats when they weren't planning on being a zoologist or something?
Saturday night had taken her to an alley, where a woman sat crying, a policeman taking her statement and four men being piled into an ambulance -really, two of them were on stretchers. Debra had kept her distance, even though she could hear everything the woman said and the perpetrators of the attack in the ambulance. What really stuck with her though was the description from the victim. Possibly female, young, dressed in motorbike gear. The woman claimed she'd never seen her saviours face, but that she'd turned up out of nowhere to save the day.
It had taken long enough for the place to clear out, so that Deb could get in to inspect the area after the crime team had been through the place. When she found a small section of ground that was damp with something other than rain, Debra smirked.
A well known fact (for Debra at least) was how badly secured the police database was for DNA matching. Dipping her sleeve into the blood to take her own sample was perhaps a little questionable, but Debra had a feeling that this wasn't anything average at all.
Honestly, she didn't expect to spot a woman, presumably young, in full motorbike gear just beyond the school grounds one day. She didn't really expect that she'd be right in her assumption either, but Debra knew that she had to try, check her sources and all that.
"Um, excuse me!" She wasn't the sort to run across almost empty car parks, shouting to grab attention, but there was a first time for everything, "Excuse me miss! I need to talk to you! I need to ask you something." Her foot caught and Debra stumbled as she ran across the lot, waving a hand to try and catch the girls attention.