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Post by valerie on May 25, 2011 15:21:13 GMT -5
"Shit," she muttered under her breath, staring in the rear view mirror. The NYPD still had not given up, she knew she was going to have to leave the city although she was hoping to dump the red Lamborghini and pick up another one. Could she have chose a more noticeable car? Probably not. Kam sped off down the highway, unsure of where she'd end up next. She just needed to lose the police and then figure out her next move. The cops chased her across two cities before she finally lost them.
She didn't stop driving until she was in a small town in New Jersey where she stopped at a diner. Kameryn parked the car a few blocks away from the diner at a Gas Station and left it just in case. She grabbed her duffel bag of which was full of weapons, holy water, clothes and her various fake ID's. Kam was constantly moving and traveling; she didn't have a place to call home or even a vehicle as she changed them so often.
The diner was full of people, thankfully. Kameryn took a seat up at the counter on one of the stools and put her bags on the floor. A smiling lady came over to take her order. Kam wasn't all that hungry but she ordered just so she could sit in the diner without being stared at or kicked out.
"Can I borrow that?" she asked an old man who seemed to be done with his newspaper. He gave it to her cheerfully and Kameryn searched the articles for news that could lead her to another case. This girl almost never took a break. |
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Post by samwinchester on May 25, 2011 18:38:02 GMT -5
Sam had arrived in town early morning, this place was just a rest stop before they went onto the next town. Researching for most the day wasn’t what you call fun but for Sam he enjoyed it the most. The hours that passed Sam soon realized that his stomach was actually growling which meant that he was hungry. Sam had noticed that diner when they were patrolling the city to see if the supernatural were here as well but hopefully he would be able to get a night of for once. Sam looked at the Impala and grinned. No he wouldn’t take the car Dean would surely kill him if he did take it and not tell him so he decided to walk.
As he continued to walk he spotted a red Lamborghini passing him, it was a nice car and he wondered who owned it though he returned to his original thoughts for the time being. Luckily they knew a bit about vampires as the next town had a nest Sam was merely going over the research they already had on them just to refresh his mind a little bit. Sam continued to walk down the road until he spotted the diner in front of him. However Sam did noticed that same red Lamborghini parked outside. Sam walked in and sat at an empty table in the back. The waitress poured Sam a cup of much needed coffee as Sam began to look over the menu. Sam looked up as he began to observe the customers in the dinner, he was merely curious. Returning back to the menu for only a moment he ordered his food and he sent a quick text to Dean explaining were he was. |
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Post by valerie on May 26, 2011 16:35:12 GMT -5
"And here you are dear," said the waitress as she put down the plate of food Kameryn had ordered. "Thanks" Kam said politely without looking up from the newspaper. She hated having to get information from news articles and police reports, they always try and make it seem like something normal happened which makes hard to pin point what’s supernatural and what’s just simply natural. But after doing this for a few years now you get used to deciphering what’s normal and what might be a lead. A missing person’s case was the only thing that really stood out to her. There have been three people missing from this town and those around it in the last month. Police have no leads. 'As always' she thought bitterly. The police never have any leads because they never know what to look for. Kam looked down on the whole justice system, it wasn’t fair or justice and they were usually wrong anyway.
This case looked suspicious enough, mind as well look a little bit into it while she was here. Best start asking the locals. 'Who should we go with today?' she wondered as she opened up her duffel bag and flipped through her wallet if IDs. 'Curious newcomer or FBI?' She decided to go with curious newcomer... and if that backfired pull out the FBI badge. She scanned the room for someone to talk to. The waitress seemed friendly enough, no doubt she saw a lot of people as they came in and out, she doubted that there were very many diners in this town anyway. Kam swivelled around on her bar stool as the waitress refilled the glasses of the customers at the table behind her.
"Wow, some girl went missing here... that's terrible!” she said putting on her most sympathetic and shocked face she could manage.
“Oh I know! Isn’t it just the worst! Poor girl, she was young too only about sixteen,” the waitress replied full of sympathy.
“Do they have any idea what happened to her?” Kam asked; her eyebrows knitted together in innocent curiosity. She was talking to the waitress but she spoke loud enough that anyone else with a shred of info could chime in at any time. The old man she borrowed the paper from spoke up at once. “Not a clue! Looks as if she was dragged off in the woods near here,” he boomed, several heads in the diner turned to look towards him. Ah this was going to be easy. She loved questioning people who over shared.
(I wasn’t sure how they would meet, sooo I kind of got her to start a conversation with the whole diner lol) |
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Post by samwinchester on May 26, 2011 20:42:26 GMT -5
Sam looked around the diner again just so he knew who was actually in the diner, he wondered if any of them were supernatural but he soon pushed that thought back to the back of his mind. Sam’s steak and salad arrived in no time at all which was good he was beginning to get a bit hungry, he looked up at the young woman who began to speak to the diner, he however kept his head down as he wondered what she was really up to though he could be totally wrong with the whole situation and all. Sam returned to his plate of food as he ate a forkful of salad.
Sam had wondered what he would go as, he was dressed in a suit complete with a tie so he could pass as any government agency though which one would work out the best. Sam decided to go with FBI but he wanted to listen to what everyone was saying at the moment before asking anymore questions he hopped that they would be able to answer some and he also hopped that his plan wouldn’t backfire on him even though it has backfired on him on several times before now when people called their own superiors but lucky he had Bobby for them to call.
Sam continued to listen as he finished up his plate of food, it was now time to go ask his own questions and he wondered if they would answer. Standing up he walked over towards the young woman and the waitress. “Hi I’m Special Agent Jack Green FBI. I’m actually on the case and wondered if you good people knew anything more about the disappearance.” Sam asked as he took out his fake FBI badge though they didn’t have to know that the badge was indeed fake. Sam stayed quiet as he waited for someone to speak up.
OCC: No worries I made Sam a FBI agent so it'll be funny to see her pull that badge out XD
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Post by valerie on May 29, 2011 16:12:11 GMT -5
Oh no way was an actual FBI agent going to go poking around on her case. Her eyes narrowed at the badge, he definitely looked like an FBI agent, and she, well... the navy blue t-shirt and jean shorts didn’t exactly scream ‘I’m an FBI agent, take me seriously’. “Special Agent,” she said her voice full of curiosity and a little bit of suspicion. “I was made aware that only one Agent would be handling this case.” Kameryn reached into her duffel bag and pulled out the badge she had readied in case it would be needed. It didn’t look good if she had to fumble around in her bag for it. “Special Agent Alison Morris,” she said, her voice full of superiority that she did not posses.
This was a bad idea, she had never met a real FBI agent before. She had been caught only a couple times posing as an FBI agent, mainly because she never had a supervisor to back up her story. Even then she was only caught by the local law enforcement, not the federal law enforcement. Nevertheless she would stick to her story and see how far she could play this out.
Besides, she had a supervisor now, or at least a number they could call to confirm that she was indeed a real FBI agent. Kam had ran into a hunter not too long ago that gave her a number and a card of another hunter that was pretending to be an FBI supervisor for many hunters. Kam had not yet had the luxury of meeting this other hunter, but she was promised that he could be trusted so she went with it. She couldn’t help but hope that this agent she was speaking to now would not ask to call her supervisor, she had not even checked to see if this number was still connected or not. |
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Post by samwinchester on May 30, 2011 18:39:27 GMT -5
There had been a few times now that Sam had been caught out where a real FBI agent was on a case and Sam happened to be posing as one. Sam watched on as the young woman explained to him that he was in fact a FBI agent as well, well this could get messy if she really was one and called in her superiors to find out that he wasn’t a real FBI agent but for Sam he would just have to go with the flow for now and pretend that he was to make himself look good and hopped that no one knew that he wasn’t one.
Sam listened in as the woman introduced herself to him as Special Agent Alison Morris, to Sam she didn’t look like an real FBI agent but then again she could be going with the whole casual look where he might just be overdoing the whole clothing attire thing. Sam listened in further, well he would just have to come up with a false story why he was here in the first place. “Well they decided that two FBI agents working on the case was needed. I was told to tell you directly.” Sam explained.
Sam fell silent for only a moment before he spoke up once more. “And I wanted something to eat first that’s why I didn’t introduce myself as an FBI agent first up.” Sam explained. Sam just hopped that everyone here would accept that he was telling them the truth or he would just have to make a run for it. Sam stood still wondering what was going to happen next. “So agent Morris? What have you found out?” Sam asked hoping to continue on the investigation and ignore the who’s the real agent bit. Sam looked from the waitress to the woman wondering who was going to speak next.
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