Topic: A Trip to Town

ReannaFalassion

Date: 2007-04-26 18:44 EST
She made her way through the streets of Rhy'Din, careful to follow the map that Dameon had given her before they'd parted ways. She'd carefully thought out a very..."calm" approach to all of this, and had every intention to follow through with it. Something did not sit right with her that they'd managed to misplace his body, and as Rea came upon the building, she stopped a moment and looked it over. The gentle fall of rain, did wonders to soothe the fire burning in her. But it would not remove the questions or the pain. She walked around the quaint building, studying every window, crack and crevice. How could they have misplaced his body? She shook her head, running her fingers through her, now damp hair. With fire in her eyes, Rea shouldered the door open.

Pale silver eyes flickered over the insides of the office part of the building. Her eyes needing only seconds to adjust to the lighting as she looked it over carefully. She quirked a brow as everything seemed so...neat...so tidy. This alone only caused more questions to formulate in Rea's mind. Minute puddles of water began to pool at her feet as she continued to study the scene before her.

He looked up at the chime to the door. He was so busy, he did not have time for this, this whatever it was. Business was slow now, but thankfully the bodies that were still there, were his to process. He was shortstaffed, let alone now that word had gotten out about the misplacement of the young man's body. He'd heard rumors there was to be a formal investigation and possible charges filed. He was at his wits end, but...business was business as he studied the young woman standing there. Why was she just looking around? Was she inspecting the place? Was she the investigator that was rumored to have been coming? Clearing his throat, he stood from behind the desk, extending a hand towards her. "Hello there Miss. How may I help you today?" He offered her a smile.

She'd been studying a filing cabinet, and listening to the other bodies moving around in the back when the man's voice pierced her serene silence. Her eyes flickered colors as she looked to him, smirking. She made no movement to accept the offered hand as she spoke. Her voice was so very gentle, so very ... dangerous. "Indeed you may Sir. I've come on this dreary day to make some inquiries pertaining to a body you would have recieved the night before last." She left it at that as she studied his reactions, his heartbeat, his pulse and more importantly...his mind. Crystal blue eyes now watching the man very closely.

Did her eyes just change colors? He blinked, swallowing the lump that'd formed in this throat. So this was the investigator then. They were going to file charges. Damn, that's going to ruin my business, possibly run me out of business. What will I tell my wife? She'll kill me. No, no. I can handle this. Maybe it's not even about that particular body. Maybe it is just a grieving widow come to check on the arrangements. There! Her eyes did change colors. Oh hell, what manner of creature has Rhy'Din brought to my door this time. He kept that professional smile plastered in place, while watching the woman. "And how may I help you with such inquiries Miss?"

So she'd made him uncomfortable. Perfect. She'd not moved and she would not as of yet. For fear that this, "calm" approach would not be so if she did. "First off, I would like to make sure that you are indeed the Lead Coroner, yes?" Her head canted to the side, a lock of damp ebony hair falling over one eye.

Why did that matter? Why would she care? She's come here about a dead body and wants to know if I am the Lead? Of course I'm the blasted Lead. He nodded his head to her. "I am, yes." A moments confusion clouded his mind. "And may I ask of who is inquiring?"

She licked her lips, almost seductively, to keep his attentions focused on her and why she was here. "My name is Reanna Falassion."

Falassion...Falassion...he thought quickly and carefully. There were no bodies in the back tagged with that name. Who was she? What the hell did she want? Maybe someone in her family just died. "It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance Miss Falassion." An arch of brow as the subtle hint.

And with that she moved from in front of the door and stepped to the side, so fluidly she felt the man's eyes follow her body as she leaned against a nearby desk. "I'm sure it is. Now back to the business at hand. I am here to inquire about the body of Michael Jonas De'Mero." She studied him again, smirking to herself as she watched his reaction.

With the mention of the man's name, his pulse quickened, his heartbeat accelerated and his body broke out into a cold sweat. His hand reached automatically for the hankerchief tucked into his back pocket and he mopped furiously at his now dampened brow.

ReannaFalassion

Date: 2007-04-26 19:59 EST
"Wh...what about h...him can I help you with M...Miss?"

She'd taken notice of the visible and non visible changes in the man. It was good her mere presence made him nervous and it was even better that he showed even more nervousness at the mention of Jonas' name. She still attempted to remain calm as the storm began to build inside her now. Pushing it's way out as her eyes flickered again. "You can help me by explaining to me, exactly how you misplaced his body."

He had to reach out to the desk to steady himself, as he recomposed himself. "I'm sorry Miss Falassion, was it? Regrettably since you are not blood kin or bound to the deceased by marriage, I am not allowed to release any information to you concerning this case." He swallowed hard, after saying this and he tried to remain as steady as possible.

Reanna's eyes flickered dangerously as she narrowed her gaze onto the man. She growled at him as she took a step closer to him. "I beg your pardon Sir?"

He swallowed hard again as he repeated himself, but his voice was not as steady this time as he himself, took a step back. "Sin...since you are not bl...blood kin or bound to the dec...deceased by marriage, I am not all...allowed to release any information."

And in a quick blink of an eye Reanna had the man's throat in her hand and had pinned him forcefully against the bookcase that had been behind him. Her body pressed against him, almost intimately as she growled at the man. She was not to sure where her strength came from, as the man stood well over six feet and well over some two-hundred pounds. Compared to Reanna's small frame of a hair over five feet and a mere fifteen pounds over a hundred. But nevertheless, her grip was firm on the man's throat as she held him about three inches off the ground. Her voice was still as cool and calm as the sea was before a storm. "You will tell me what I need to know. You will tell me everything of that night. Who had access to his body. You will tell me the answers to all my questions pertaining to the body of Michael Jonas De'Mero and the odd "misplacement" of his body, or" she smirked at this as her other hand gently caressed the man's cheek, again almost intimately. "I will kill you right here, right now. Are we understood?"

His Assistant had come running out of the back area at the sound of the commotion. "Sir! Sir! Is everything al... Holy crap! Get offa of him! What are you doing to him? You filthy piece of Rhy'Dinian trash, get the hell out of here before I call the guards!" He pointed towards the door, and changed his mind as he made quick steps to the door, thought in mind to open it and call down the guards himself.

He was struggling against the woman. How the hell was she so strong? He was nearly twice and half her size, yet as he tried to pry those tightening fingers from around his throat, he could not budge her grip. He coughed and sputtered, spitting on her bare shoulder in his efforts to try and speak to her, when he'd seen his Assistant running out and hearing him speak. He choaked out a groan. Trying to shake his head to the boy, flailing at him to begone and not muddle himself in this mess. But to no avail as he watched in near horror as he marched to the door to call the guards.

Her hand still tightly, if not tighter now around the Lead Coroner's throat, she snapped that dangerously, flickering gaze towards the young man, growling. "I do not think that is a wise choice." She gave him no time to reflect or to react as her free hand moved swiftly to her side, her slender fingers curling around the handle of her ivory whip. She flicked her wrist sharply, and the whip lashed out towards the man, around his ankle it wrapped itself tightly as Rea jerked it roughly towards a nearby sitting bench.

He choked out a muffled yell as he hit the ground of the Office floor, being dragged to the sitting bench. He watched, eyes full of horror and fear, unsure of what to do or say. He was much to young to die. God I don't want to die. "Just take it. Take it all. The money is in the safe in the back. Through the door, to the right and through the door on the left. The combination is 6-70-81-3. There's like eight thousand gold pieces in there. Just please take it and leave us alone." He was cowering in fear at her, shaking from head to toe.

"This isn't about money you presumptuous twit. I don't want your money, nor did I come here with the intentions to hurt any of you. But your employer here," Canting her head to the man she still held against the bookcase. "proceeded to make this a very difficult encounter. Now stand up and sit down and be a good little boy and keep quiet. If you refuse, I'll have to hurt you." She nodded towards the sitting bench, another jerk of the whip.

He scrambled up and onto the bench, like a cowering child after being scorned. Eyes wide and huge as he watched her.

She kept the handle of the whip in one hand as she was near certain that the young man would not be any more trouble as she focused onto the Lead Coroner again. "So have we come to an understanding then?" She added insult to injury before he could answer her. "And if you refuse again, I will tie you and your Assistant together. I will thoroughly go through all of your case files, bodies and your employee list to find the answers that I seek. I assure that if I leave you alive, without your assistance, you will be set back in business for a near month after I am through with your property."

He was struggling for breath now and all he could do was nod.

ReannaFalassion

Date: 2007-04-26 20:30 EST
She nodded as she let the man go, stepping back from him. Watching as he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

He was sputtering and gasping for breath, his hands had come up and around his neck where her death grip and nearly cut off his life. He was trying to bring reason to himself so that he could speak to answer her questions as he coughed and hacked, until finally he caught enough of his breath to speak to her. His voice was hoarse and it hurt him to speak. He didn't dare stand, instead he pushed himself up against the bookcase and held his head in his hands. "I, we don't know what happened to the body of one, Michael Jonas De'Mero, Miss Falassion. Regrettably, his body was recieved on the night of question. He was dead. Pronounced deceased by the Dr's of Rhy'Din's finest. First assumption was severe trauma and heart failure. His body was presumably in the morgue for no more than three hours, no less than one."

She stepped back from the man, loosening the whip around the Assistant's ankle as she re-coiled it and returned it to her person. A nod of her head as she listened to the man. She took lean against the desk once again. Simply listening and taking in his recollection of the night Jonas had been brought here.

He continued, swallowing painfully again as he felt welts arise where her fingers had so tightly grasped him. "On that particular night, there was a string of bodies brought to me at the same time. You see, we are understaffed right now, so the procedures are going a lot slower than normal. When I had finally cleared the bodies before Mister De'Mero's, I called to my Assistant here," A nod of his head towards the frightened young man on the sitting bench. "to bring me the body of Mister De'Mero. A few moments later, he returned with the news that the body had 'vanished' and that it was nowhere to be found. All through the course of that night, as it was only myself and him here the entire night, we searched the entire Office building, of this I assure you. We could not find him Miss Falassion. We could not." Shaking his head. "We worked all through yesterday as well, to try and figure out just what did happen to his body Miss Falassion. Never in my years have I ever seen anything so...so out of the oridinary. It's almost as if he got up and walked out of here." A nervous laugh. "But we know the dead, once dead are dead and cannot come back to us." He looked to her. "I honestly do not know how else I may be of service to you Miss Falassion. We have searched everywhere, exhausted all resources. We re-examined every single piece of paperwork pertaining to Mister De'Mero and we have come up, quite empty handed."

"The sheet which we cover the bodies with, was even gone. It was so odd. The only conclusion that I can come to, and which he will not even take into consideration is that someone slipped in here that night when we were busily searching for hte body and any signs to where it had disappeared to, and took it. Why on earth someone would want to do that is beyond me. But that is the only rational explanation to all this. I, myself recieved Mister De'Mero's body and placed it in the cooling box to await the exam. I know I did. And now, now it's gone."

Rea looked to the young man, a quirk of her brow. The sheet? What in the hell? Something was definately not right here. Not right at all. But from what she could sense, these men were telling her the truth. They had no idea what happened to the body of Michael Jonas De'Mero. She sighed, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her hair again.

"Miss Falassion, may I inquire as to why you are so interested in this ... occurence, if you are not related to the deceased and not bound by matrimony?"

She looked to the man, pale silvers shimmering softly. "He was my friend, my family...Regardless of the fact that he was not my blood. In the short time that I knew Jonas, he was a kind-hearted, caring, gentle and loving man. My boyfriend however, is his blood kin. And I came here today in search of answers for him, for the family and friends, and for myself."

He nodded to her, coughing again. "Then I offer my apologies for my ill mannered mannerisms earlier. It is quite a strict policy we follow here. I assure you Miss Falassion, if anything turns up. If we recieve any information pertaining to the deceased, I will contact you or your boyfriend immediately with the news."

She nodded to the both of them. Her jaw set as she sighed and turned on her heel to leave the establishment. Slamming the door behind her.