((Yes don’t you worry! Take as many and as lengthy of hiatuses as you need; I still plan to be here when ya get back. Mental health comes first my friend! <3 Whatever is going on I wish you the best and hope it all works out ok for you.))
The way the man said kid reminded him of his dad, but not entirely. Beck's dad was kind and gentle with his kids and used the word frequently when they were in trouble, so it felt like he was being scolded in some type of way. He couldn't help but draw into himself, his shoulders slightly coming up as he tensed up.
The words that came out of the officer's mouth next seemed to hold weight for Beck as it didn't seem like he was bullshitting him this time. It felt like real talk, and maybe that's all that Beck needed right now. Maybe. Or something more. Whatever it was he couldn't help looking displeased and although he seemed this way tears pricked at the side of his eyes as the man said the last few words. It was still anger, more than anxiety this time. It felt like those two emotions mixed with the depression were all he was feeling these days, a bag mixed with all the terrible things a human could experience.
Beck understood the notion of it all. He couldn't say anything because his career was on the line, but for some reason, Beck didn't hold it against him, maybe if Beck had been on the other side of the desk he would have done the same.
…
But something told him that he wouldn't. He might have been very disciplined to follow all the rules, but there was something inside him slowly breaking. Breaking what he had been taught.
He had followed the rules though, and where had that gotten him? Nowhere, and now she was dead.
Beck looked at the officer, then promptly to the floor. He wasn't going to get anything. If he couldn't get information here, he would get it somewhere else. He didn't care. He'd find who did this and do more than make them pay.
"Thank you, I understand" Came Beck's voice, just above a whisper. He wanted to yell again, to tell them to try harder, but what was the point? They were only human.
A wave of depression seemed to drop on Beck as he took a step back. Was there really nothing he could do? What if he looked at the news? Found something that maybe they missed?
Soon Beck's mind started to spin with dangerous ideas. He'd go to the crime scene and see if he recognized anything. They wouldn't let him get too close because of the investigation but it was worth a shot. He could look around the area, maybe someone on the streets could point him in the right direction. Not that he trusted anyone at this point, but it was better than relying on a group of people who were doing a whole lot of nothing.
Beck turned to go, he'd be back, but not after he found the person responsible. He'd turn the suspect in himself, tell them he took a nasty trip down the stairs to account for everything he would do, but right now one thing was clear. The police may be doing everything that was possible to track this person down, but they were not on his side. It might seem that way to any other individual in Beck's shoes, but Beck wasn't having it.
Four months. Most cases were solved in less time. That's what got him the most.
(hsdjfgdf thanksss, same goes for you, i'll be here if you ever need to take another break, i'd like to say i'm pretty patient with replies and whatnot, especially when i'm really into a rp :))
The officer watched Beck leave. Something inside the man told him that the younger fellow wasn't satisfied with that answer. "Be safe out there. These streets are no place for the decent." With that, he swiveled his chair back towards the papers on his desk and resumed his work.
Outside of the police department, the streets weren't empty. They rarely were in Stronlock— even when they seemed like they were.
It wasn't quite dark yet, but the sun was setting. Across the road and down a few buildings, in an alley wedged between a post office and an tuxedo-rental place, a group of teenagers and young adults stood in the shadows, laughing and smoking and doing potentially-illegal things without any sort of fear of the police department nearby. A couple buildings down, a young policeman stood over a rough-looking homeless woman sitting on the sidewalk (alongside her ancient one-eyed dog), apparently in conversation with her. Somewhere down the street a few blocks, the music from a popular bar having some sort of special show blasted a little too loudly, the dull thud of the beat just barely detectable over the sound of vehicles. Although relatively mild in comparison to the rest of Stronlock, one could imagine how many crimes were being committed each day even within a mile radius of the police station itself— much less the whole city.
Beck made his way out of the building and out into the street. The sun was starting to set and Beck wasn't sure how comfortable he was with going out and exploring right now- but he couldn't simply go back home and do nothing again. What would he do? Sleep another day? He needed to pull himself together. He was so close to graduating- but if he continued like this he could kiss that dream goodbye.
Beck walked down the streets, watching all the commotion going on around him, it was pretty busy- as usual and it was so easy to get caught up in something or another. But Beck minded his business most of the time, tonight, however, he wouldn't mind getting a little more involved. He was going to get his answers damn it.
It didn't take long for Beck to reach what had once been a crime scene those first few weeks. After a while, they had packed everything away and cleaned the area up as much as they could- still, there was a dark spot on the ground. Beck stood there, zoned out for a few seconds as he imagined what Vixen could have looked like that night. She would have worn a pretty blue mini-party dress- she had always liked overly girly things especially if they were ruffled and flowy. She loved to dress up…..
Beck sucked in a shaky breath as he broke out of his trance. He looked around the abandoned building- he wasn't sure why Vixen would have been here but the police speculated that they had run her off in this direction- as her white high heels had been found a little ways away, meaning she had taken them off to make it easier to get away.
The fact that this could have been anybody that did this to Vixen drove him crazy, how was he supposed to find someone without any information whatsoever?!
The abandoned building was mostly just that— abandoned.
Mostly, that is.
“Hey,” a disembodied voice called out, echoing a bit in the quiet of the dilapidated building’s skeletal remains. “Who’re you supposed to be?”
It turns out the voice wasn’t disembodied at all. Above Beck, a head of curly blond hair peered down at him through a rotted hole in the floor above him, through the crumbling boards and deteriorating support beams. Though the stranger’s face was encased in shadows cast by the broken ceiling above them, their voice was young— maybe late teens, early twenties, male— and scratchy.
“You don’t look like you should be here.”
(hey, im really sorry to say this all of a sudden, but I really do love this rp and your writing style a lot, but I don't think I can continue this particular rp- not because of anything you've done!! you've been absolutely perfect! it's just that I went through a bit of my characters and stuff and am in the middle of polishing things up and well uhhh….Ezekiel is no longer an active character I work with anymore (meaning, he got deleted) and it just feels so awkward rping with him now- I'm really sorry !!! i would love to do another rp with you if you'd even want to do that again with me, i just feel really detached from this character now and i wouldn't be giving it my 110% percent- i also really don't like half-assing my replies, it wouldn't be fair to you, so i just wanted to let you know)