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Post by amanika on May 12, 2011 17:03:29 GMT -8
Tantomile tucked a stray strand of headfur off her face as she was shown to the cell. She was somewhat annoyed Hollister's firm had insisted on arranging this for the very same night. Certainly it was not how she had anticipated spending her evening when she'd gotten up that morning. However, she considered, needs must and as usual, her curiosity was getting the better of her anyway.
Besides, she was being paid for her time, although the fee Tantomile had finally deemed appropriate was the same as she was paid for this kind of work for the state. This was much lower than her usual private charges, but she figured it would be a lot harder for anyone to suggest she'd been bribed if her salary matched what she earned when working with the police.
The guard gave her an uneasy look as he showed her to the cell, clearly he had some scruples about leaving a queen alone with a known murderer. She arched an eyebrow at him, "I'll be quite alright, I assure you," she nodded as they stopped outside the cell, "open the door."
He let her in, closing up again and retreating. Tantomile meanwhile, was getting her first look at Brachan Myre.
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Post by qualapec on May 12, 2011 17:54:04 GMT -8
Brachen thought it was excessive that they'd cuffed him to the chair, but he understood why. Even now, he entertained thoughts of a rampage. If it hadn't been for Mac, he knew he wouldn't be handling this with the poise he was. To be more comfortable, he'd drawn his legs up underneath him and tried to clear his mind - it was hard, too much, too many bad things happening.
He looked up when the queen walked through.
He met her eyes and grinned, happy, feral and disconnected.
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Post by amanika on May 13, 2011 4:13:58 GMT -8
Tantomile met Brachan's gaze for a moment, studying his expression, her tail twitiching slightly as she resisted the urge to get out her notebook before she'd even got the formailities out of the way. She couldn't deny she was interested, she'd seen a lot in her profession, especially when she'd been working in prisons, but possibly this was the first time she'd had the opportunity to deal with a case of this magnitude.
"Good evening Mr Myre," she inclined her head in greeting as she crossed over to the table, having taken in the cuffs and not about to do him the indignity of offering a handshake. "I'm Dr Zimmerman, did Mr Hollister explain that I'd be coming to talk to you?"
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Post by qualapec on May 13, 2011 8:40:30 GMT -8
"He said he wanted to get a shrink to look, come down into me and see all the cogs and bolts."
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Post by amanika on May 13, 2011 9:37:05 GMT -8
Tantomile took the seat opposite him, not letting the answer deter her, well, this was certainly going to be interesting at the very least. It looked like Hollister had very strong grounds for the insanity plea.
"If that is how you would prefer to think of me. Though I also hope I might be able to help you somewhat as well." Admittedly, given what she'd heard about these murders, she didn't have much inclination to help him. But she hadn't gotten where she was by treating her patients in a purely clinical manner, so it was personal feelings aside to deal with the job at hand.
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Post by qualapec on May 13, 2011 9:50:04 GMT -8
Brachen purred, swung his head around, audibly cracking the vetebrae in his neck. "What do you want to know, doc?"
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Post by amanika on May 13, 2011 9:59:03 GMT -8
Tantomile took out her notebook, already full of notes on the case files she'd been given a brief opportuntiy to look through before seeing Brachan.
"Perhaps we could talk about what happened down at the docks the night that priest died?" she suggested, consulting her notes for the order of the killings. "How were you feeling that day?"
((That was the first murder, right? If not, let me know and I'll change it.))
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Post by qualapec on May 13, 2011 10:11:38 GMT -8
Brachen flinched. "The collar told me I was going to Hell. I blacked out after that," he'd been afraid, "...and woke up with blood on my paws."
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Post by amanika on May 13, 2011 10:36:28 GMT -8
Tantomile nodded, noting something down, and choosing to ignore the principal topic for a moment. She wanted time to think about that statement. "How were you feeling earlier that day?" she asked, "Did you go to the docks for a reason?"
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Post by qualapec on May 13, 2011 13:00:06 GMT -8
"I needed to go outside. I was just...I needed the quiet."
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Post by amanika on May 13, 2011 13:02:15 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow, still writing, "The quiet?"
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Post by qualapec on May 13, 2011 13:21:11 GMT -8
Brachen rolled his head around again and flicked his ears, as if to gesture to his own head without the use of his paws. "Sometimes when I'm alone it gets so...loud in there. Not voices - static, a dull, crackling roar. It's always there but sometimes it's too much."
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Post by amanika on May 13, 2011 13:41:06 GMT -8
Tantomile nodded, taking note of his gestures and body language, "And you always go out walking when it gets too much?"
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Post by qualapec on May 13, 2011 18:53:06 GMT -8
"Usually. I used to draw to keep it managed but I haven't in a while."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 13, 2011 20:40:05 GMT -8
Footsteps were heard in the corridor as Munkustrap approached the cell, tapping his paw slightly as the guard opened the door. He slipped inside, hearing the key turn in the lock again. He frowned at the sight of the cuffs--as if the locked door wasn't enough. The silver tabby came over to lean against a nearby wall, "Terribly sorry I'm late. Don't let me interrupt."
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