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May. 29th, 2025 08:07 pmThis is the voice mail/mail post for Levi Astor III. Please leave a message here if you're contacting him.
Closed To Lara TW: Sexy Times
Dec. 23rd, 2015 07:45 amLevi hurried to the hotel, figuring that he had just enough time to get a room and get settled before Lara got there. Once he had a room and his key he texted her the number with a "better hurry" warning. He was fairly sure that he didn't actually need to prompt her to get here faster though. There was a ridiculous sort of thrill about all this but one thing he loved about Lara was her ability to be playful and ridiculous with her.
Ordering up a bottle of wine from room service Levi left the door propped open slightly then kicked off his shoes and flopped back on the bed. Hands behind his head he closed his eyes and waited for Lara to show up. He was fairly certain at this point he would be able to feel her power well before she actually got into the room.
Ordering up a bottle of wine from room service Levi left the door propped open slightly then kicked off his shoes and flopped back on the bed. Hands behind his head he closed his eyes and waited for Lara to show up. He was fairly certain at this point he would be able to feel her power well before she actually got into the room.
Closed To Lara
Oct. 5th, 2015 09:38 amLevi had been on "administrative leave" following everything that had gone down with Evelyn. It was the nice way of his captain saying that he looked like hell and needed to get his shit together before he came back to work. Levi hadn't bothered to argue considering he felt worse than he probably looked.
The investigation had taken a lot out of him, physically and mentally and he had had definitely needed some time to "get his shit together". Things were still weird with Lara. Not bad but they were definitely odd. They needed to talk but he hadn't been in any shape to do so until after a few days.
Sitting on his porch, drinking some coffee as the cool sea air blew in he felt better for the first time since he'd woken up and Lara didn't know who he was. He felt human again. There was still a lingering headache and he was sure he looked rough but Levi felt more like himself this morning.
The investigation had taken a lot out of him, physically and mentally and he had had definitely needed some time to "get his shit together". Things were still weird with Lara. Not bad but they were definitely odd. They needed to talk but he hadn't been in any shape to do so until after a few days.
Sitting on his porch, drinking some coffee as the cool sea air blew in he felt better for the first time since he'd woken up and Lara didn't know who he was. He felt human again. There was still a lingering headache and he was sure he looked rough but Levi felt more like himself this morning.
Sushi Time [Closed to Sam]
Dec. 4th, 2014 09:41 pmIt had taken Levi a bit longer to arrange a time to have dinner with Sam but between the kidnappings and everything that had come with that, he just didn't have the time. As soon as he had some breathing room though, he had called Samantha and set up a time. He didn't want her to think that he was avoiding her. In fact, he would have liked to have more time to think through everything but he figured that he could just wing it when it came through working through how he felt.
He would have liked to talk to Lara about it too but she was so frustrated lately he didn't want to add to it. He'd mentioned that Samantha was in town but hadn't really gone into their history. Maybe after this meeting with Sam he'd have a better idea of how he felt and that would make the conversation easier.
For now though, he needed to get through this dinner with Samantha. He wasn't exactly nervous, he just hated the unexpected. Having completely over prepared everything he had arrived early and had to resist getting started on drinking before Sam arrived to calm himself.
When he saw Sam walk in he struggled to pin down the feelings he had. Some small part of him reacted almost out of instinct and was happy to see her. She was gorgeous and she looked so much happier and relaxed than she had when he knew him part of him was happy for her. Then he remembered how things had ended between them and he couldn't help but hurt.
Still, he smiled and waved as he stood up, letting her know where their table was.
He would have liked to talk to Lara about it too but she was so frustrated lately he didn't want to add to it. He'd mentioned that Samantha was in town but hadn't really gone into their history. Maybe after this meeting with Sam he'd have a better idea of how he felt and that would make the conversation easier.
For now though, he needed to get through this dinner with Samantha. He wasn't exactly nervous, he just hated the unexpected. Having completely over prepared everything he had arrived early and had to resist getting started on drinking before Sam arrived to calm himself.
When he saw Sam walk in he struggled to pin down the feelings he had. Some small part of him reacted almost out of instinct and was happy to see her. She was gorgeous and she looked so much happier and relaxed than she had when he knew him part of him was happy for her. Then he remembered how things had ended between them and he couldn't help but hurt.
Still, he smiled and waved as he stood up, letting her know where their table was.
The Dog Days Are Here To Stay... [Open!]
Sep. 18th, 2014 09:30 pmLevi had never had a pet growing up. His father was very much against the idea of animals living in the house. Not even a fish. Oh, Levi had family pictures of himself playing with a dog but it was always that of a family friend, borrowed for the express purpose of the photo-op. The appearance of being the sort of family that had a boy that played with a dog was perfectly fine.
Now though, he had Osha. While technically not his dog the lovable animal was his for the moment as Lara hadn't come back from her trip yet. She'd be back soon, but not soon enough. He missed her, the sort of missing where none of his food tasted quite as good as it used to and listening to music just wasn't as enjoyable. It was pathetic but he didn't really care.
Osha was a nice distraction though, which was why he was out at the park now playing Frisbee. It was amusing to see the giant animal racing around like a big puppy, snagging the disc out of the air in as dramatic fashion as possible. His cat, because apparently Levi had a cat now too, looked on completely unimpressed, spending more time grooming itself than anything else. He should probably come up with a name for it but nothing had stuck so far.
"What about Catniss?" he asked, looking down at the animal as he tossed the Frisbee for Osha. "Never mind, you don't even get the pun. Bruno maybe?"
The cat stopped preening long enough to give a loud yell then licked itself again.
"Okay, apparently not."
Now though, he had Osha. While technically not his dog the lovable animal was his for the moment as Lara hadn't come back from her trip yet. She'd be back soon, but not soon enough. He missed her, the sort of missing where none of his food tasted quite as good as it used to and listening to music just wasn't as enjoyable. It was pathetic but he didn't really care.
Osha was a nice distraction though, which was why he was out at the park now playing Frisbee. It was amusing to see the giant animal racing around like a big puppy, snagging the disc out of the air in as dramatic fashion as possible. His cat, because apparently Levi had a cat now too, looked on completely unimpressed, spending more time grooming itself than anything else. He should probably come up with a name for it but nothing had stuck so far.
"What about Catniss?" he asked, looking down at the animal as he tossed the Frisbee for Osha. "Never mind, you don't even get the pun. Bruno maybe?"
The cat stopped preening long enough to give a loud yell then licked itself again.
"Okay, apparently not."
Recovery [Open]
Jun. 27th, 2014 05:58 amAfter two days spent at the family's house Levi announced that they either stop trying to prevent him from going home or he would injure himself further so he could get sent back to the hospital. They must have thought he was stupid or stubborn enough to do it because Thursday night they dropped him off back at his place. His sister had insisted on staying the night and Levi had been too tired to argue with her beyond making her promise to leave first thing in the morning.
Fortunately some booze and pain killers sent Levi off to sleep in a hurry and by Friday morning he had barely remembered that his sister had been there. Only a note promising to drop some groceries by and an omelette were any indication that she had been there. He had tossed the omelette, knowing all too well how poorly his sister could cook, and instead settled for some toast and dry cereal.
He had a dozen message on his answering machine, most of them work colleagues congratulating him on graduating from the "James Thornton Academy of Avoiding Work" by getting injured. That made him smile, not just for the dig at James but for the harassment. If the other cops hadn't cared about him they wouldn't have called. None would have showed genuine sympathy, giving each other shit was how they showed they cared.
Once he listened through the messages again and wrote a few notes to remember who said something he decided to go about trying to cure himself of feeling stir crazy. Normally he would have gone for a swim or tried some surfing but the cut on his hip wasn't supposed to get wet for several more weeks.
Instead he settled on a short walk down the beach with a cane the hospital had given him to use for the next week or so. With how easily the thing continued to sink in the sand though it was probably more of a pain in the ass to use it than not. Out of sheer stubbornness and the relief of two more pain killers he was able to go for a decent walk down the beach, at least enough to make him feel like he had gone out and done something.
By the time he made it back home though he was exhausted and just collapsed at his kitchen table. For the last few days he'd been thinking about the investigation, unable to focus on saving Corry, Emily and Wulfric but instead on the frustration he felt at being kept in the dark by different sides of the community. How much pain and anguish could he have saved the captives from if people would have just talked to him? His own girlfriend had been a siren and not only had he not known, she hadn't trusted him with the information he was looking for.
As far as detectives went, he wasn't much of one. He had become a police officer to protect the people of Siren Cove but he wasn't even sure if the people needed or wanted his protection. Grabbing a legal pad and a pen Levi wrote out his resignation letter from the force. Rereading it he crumpled it into a ball and drafted another. And another. And another. By the time he gave up over an hour later the table was littered with abandoned attempts.
Forcing himself away from the table he wandered aimlessly for a bit before deciding to kill his brain a bit with whatever was on TV. When it seemed like all that was on were police procedural he gave a growl of frustration and turned it off, instead settling for the stack of comics that had been delivered while he was in the hospital.
ooc: If you're a friend or colleague, come by and check on him. Anyone else can just find him wandering along the beach and say hi.
Fortunately some booze and pain killers sent Levi off to sleep in a hurry and by Friday morning he had barely remembered that his sister had been there. Only a note promising to drop some groceries by and an omelette were any indication that she had been there. He had tossed the omelette, knowing all too well how poorly his sister could cook, and instead settled for some toast and dry cereal.
He had a dozen message on his answering machine, most of them work colleagues congratulating him on graduating from the "James Thornton Academy of Avoiding Work" by getting injured. That made him smile, not just for the dig at James but for the harassment. If the other cops hadn't cared about him they wouldn't have called. None would have showed genuine sympathy, giving each other shit was how they showed they cared.
Once he listened through the messages again and wrote a few notes to remember who said something he decided to go about trying to cure himself of feeling stir crazy. Normally he would have gone for a swim or tried some surfing but the cut on his hip wasn't supposed to get wet for several more weeks.
Instead he settled on a short walk down the beach with a cane the hospital had given him to use for the next week or so. With how easily the thing continued to sink in the sand though it was probably more of a pain in the ass to use it than not. Out of sheer stubbornness and the relief of two more pain killers he was able to go for a decent walk down the beach, at least enough to make him feel like he had gone out and done something.
By the time he made it back home though he was exhausted and just collapsed at his kitchen table. For the last few days he'd been thinking about the investigation, unable to focus on saving Corry, Emily and Wulfric but instead on the frustration he felt at being kept in the dark by different sides of the community. How much pain and anguish could he have saved the captives from if people would have just talked to him? His own girlfriend had been a siren and not only had he not known, she hadn't trusted him with the information he was looking for.
As far as detectives went, he wasn't much of one. He had become a police officer to protect the people of Siren Cove but he wasn't even sure if the people needed or wanted his protection. Grabbing a legal pad and a pen Levi wrote out his resignation letter from the force. Rereading it he crumpled it into a ball and drafted another. And another. And another. By the time he gave up over an hour later the table was littered with abandoned attempts.
Forcing himself away from the table he wandered aimlessly for a bit before deciding to kill his brain a bit with whatever was on TV. When it seemed like all that was on were police procedural he gave a growl of frustration and turned it off, instead settling for the stack of comics that had been delivered while he was in the hospital.
ooc: If you're a friend or colleague, come by and check on him. Anyone else can just find him wandering along the beach and say hi.
Police Sirens: Finale Warning: Violence
Jun. 22nd, 2014 09:34 amIt was pouring rain when Levi and his partner arrived at the motel. Maine coastal weather during the summer was unpredictable at times and the late hour didn't make either of them any more eager to venture out in the rain. Really it was later than either of them should be bothering a potential witness but this was the first substantial lead they'd had in the case and both of them wanted to jump on it.
So they did rock-paper-scissors to see who would have to go get key from the night manager. They both agreed that this was too big to risk the man they were visiting being too tired to get up and answer the door. It was poor police procedure but they were too wired to go home without speaking to someone. If they had to go into his room and wake up him in bed they were completely prepared to do that.
It had been easy to convince the night manager to give up the keys once Levi flashed his badge. The guy was way too busy texting his girlfriend to put up any sort of argument with the police. With keys in hand Levi returned to the car and knocked on the driver's side window.
"Rock-paper-scissors to see who gets out to talk to the old man?" his partner asked after rolling down the window a crack.
"Get your ass out of the car. If I have to wake up an old man to interview him then you do too."
His partner sighed and rolled up the window before cutting the engine and getting out of the car. When most people got out of the car they just turned sideways and stepped out. Samuel Hinson III, Levi's partner, unfolded himself from the car. At six feet, eight inches tall he looked like he had never met a brick wall he couldn't smash through. As far as Levi was aware, he hadn't.
Samuel Hinson had been a stand out college football player who had gone into the military instead of the NFL, much to the chagrin of several franchises and the relief of more than one quarterback. In the army he was an MP, serving his time and getting out the first chance he could after learning his wife was pregnant. The two had moved to the quiet town of Siren Cove where he became a detective.
Despite his impressive size and bulk, Hinson's soft southern drawl and relaxed ways often put people at ease. When they'd first become partners they bonded over being "thirds" and had been affectionately dubbed "33" by their fellow detectives. Hinson was also a giant baby when it came to the little things, like getting out in the rain, and Levi never failed to give him shit until the big man finally gave in just to shut Levi up.
When they approached the room where the old man was supposed to be staying Levi got a burst of mental projection, panicked thoughts that spent a blinding flash of pain that almost caused him to stagger backward. Hinson glanced over at him and arched an eyebrow.
"Holy shit," Levi whispered, drawing his gun. Without any sort of explanation Hinson did the same, Levi knowing the other man would trust him completely. "You- you hear that? There's screaming. Son of a bitch, this is our guy."
There was no other explanation, there was no way there would be minds that terrified if they weren't in some sort of imminent danger. Levi rarely ever actively used his powers but if there was ever a time, it was now. Pushing out he could detect three separate minds in one room, one oddly calm and the other two were in a state of panic and despair he rarely encountered.
The other room, the one where the old man was supposed to be, contained two minds. One of them must have been the old man and the other... the other terrified Levi. He didn't think he had ever felt anything like that before in his life, the level of rage and murderous intent.
"I don't hear any screaming but I don't think the military did my hearing any favors," Hinson said.
"It's so faint, I think the victims are in this room," Levi said, nodding to the left of the old man's room. "The old man is in the other. He's probably got a partner, right?"
Hinson nodded, knowing there was no way the tiny old man they were looking for could have kidnapped someone on his own. Levi felt a strange rush of adrenaline course through him and his stomach tightened in a knot. Forcing himself to not rush in there, Levi placed a call to the station about what was going on and requested a unit and an ambulance as soon as possible, but to arrive with lights off so they didn't spook their guy.
"We have to go in there," Levi said once he had placed the call. The victims were terrified, there was no way he could sense that and wait out here.
"You use the key on their door, I bust down his?" Hinson asked. Levi knew that no matter how sturdy the door was supposed to be it wouldn't put up much resistance for his partner. Levi nodded and positioned himself in front of the victim's door, night-managers keys in hand. Hinson mouthed a silent 1-2-3 and Levi slipped the key in the locked and turned it just as his partner slammed his shoulder into the door, sending it exploding into the other room.
Levi could hear his partner shouting that he was the police and for everyone to put their hands on their head as Levi slipped into the other room, gun drawn just in case.
He recognized Wulfric from the pictures he'd circulated but the other two victims surprised him. Corrine Flynn the actress, Lara's missing friend, and Raleigh from the bakery. Hadn't he seen her just two days ago? Had she even been reported missing?
"It's okay," he told them, holstering his gun. "It's okay, I'm with the police. You're safe now, you're safe."
So they did rock-paper-scissors to see who would have to go get key from the night manager. They both agreed that this was too big to risk the man they were visiting being too tired to get up and answer the door. It was poor police procedure but they were too wired to go home without speaking to someone. If they had to go into his room and wake up him in bed they were completely prepared to do that.
It had been easy to convince the night manager to give up the keys once Levi flashed his badge. The guy was way too busy texting his girlfriend to put up any sort of argument with the police. With keys in hand Levi returned to the car and knocked on the driver's side window.
"Rock-paper-scissors to see who gets out to talk to the old man?" his partner asked after rolling down the window a crack.
"Get your ass out of the car. If I have to wake up an old man to interview him then you do too."
His partner sighed and rolled up the window before cutting the engine and getting out of the car. When most people got out of the car they just turned sideways and stepped out. Samuel Hinson III, Levi's partner, unfolded himself from the car. At six feet, eight inches tall he looked like he had never met a brick wall he couldn't smash through. As far as Levi was aware, he hadn't.
Samuel Hinson had been a stand out college football player who had gone into the military instead of the NFL, much to the chagrin of several franchises and the relief of more than one quarterback. In the army he was an MP, serving his time and getting out the first chance he could after learning his wife was pregnant. The two had moved to the quiet town of Siren Cove where he became a detective.
Despite his impressive size and bulk, Hinson's soft southern drawl and relaxed ways often put people at ease. When they'd first become partners they bonded over being "thirds" and had been affectionately dubbed "33" by their fellow detectives. Hinson was also a giant baby when it came to the little things, like getting out in the rain, and Levi never failed to give him shit until the big man finally gave in just to shut Levi up.
When they approached the room where the old man was supposed to be staying Levi got a burst of mental projection, panicked thoughts that spent a blinding flash of pain that almost caused him to stagger backward. Hinson glanced over at him and arched an eyebrow.
"Holy shit," Levi whispered, drawing his gun. Without any sort of explanation Hinson did the same, Levi knowing the other man would trust him completely. "You- you hear that? There's screaming. Son of a bitch, this is our guy."
There was no other explanation, there was no way there would be minds that terrified if they weren't in some sort of imminent danger. Levi rarely ever actively used his powers but if there was ever a time, it was now. Pushing out he could detect three separate minds in one room, one oddly calm and the other two were in a state of panic and despair he rarely encountered.
The other room, the one where the old man was supposed to be, contained two minds. One of them must have been the old man and the other... the other terrified Levi. He didn't think he had ever felt anything like that before in his life, the level of rage and murderous intent.
"I don't hear any screaming but I don't think the military did my hearing any favors," Hinson said.
"It's so faint, I think the victims are in this room," Levi said, nodding to the left of the old man's room. "The old man is in the other. He's probably got a partner, right?"
Hinson nodded, knowing there was no way the tiny old man they were looking for could have kidnapped someone on his own. Levi felt a strange rush of adrenaline course through him and his stomach tightened in a knot. Forcing himself to not rush in there, Levi placed a call to the station about what was going on and requested a unit and an ambulance as soon as possible, but to arrive with lights off so they didn't spook their guy.
"We have to go in there," Levi said once he had placed the call. The victims were terrified, there was no way he could sense that and wait out here.
"You use the key on their door, I bust down his?" Hinson asked. Levi knew that no matter how sturdy the door was supposed to be it wouldn't put up much resistance for his partner. Levi nodded and positioned himself in front of the victim's door, night-managers keys in hand. Hinson mouthed a silent 1-2-3 and Levi slipped the key in the locked and turned it just as his partner slammed his shoulder into the door, sending it exploding into the other room.
Levi could hear his partner shouting that he was the police and for everyone to put their hands on their head as Levi slipped into the other room, gun drawn just in case.
He recognized Wulfric from the pictures he'd circulated but the other two victims surprised him. Corrine Flynn the actress, Lara's missing friend, and Raleigh from the bakery. Hadn't he seen her just two days ago? Had she even been reported missing?
"It's okay," he told them, holstering his gun. "It's okay, I'm with the police. You're safe now, you're safe."
Levi feels like he's coming unraveled with this latest case. Every time he digs a bit deeper into the disappearance of Wulfric and the death of Edbyrd it feels like he's going down Alice's rabbit hole. The M.E.'s report on Edbyrd's death was filled with weird stuff. The knife wounds looked like they were caused post mortem, like they were trying to cover up other wounds of a different nature.
Possible claw marks, that's what Levi had been told. Not like any known animal though and the more Levi dug the more he had to admit that this might be a weird case. A magical case. He researched every magical creature that might exist and he kept running into one name: siren.
Given where they were, it wasn't much of a leap. So he had been discretely putting out feelers that he wanted to talk to someone about sirens. He made sure that it didn't seem connected to any case and he lumped it in with other information requests as well so sirens wouldn't feel singled out. But of course, no one would come forward. No one would talk to him about it. Levi didn't know if it was his family name or the fact that he was a detective or if it was just because he was (as far as anyone knew) human.
Whatever the reason, no one was talking and he was getting frustrated. He'd gone out to grab a cup of coffee and a walk through the park to walk off some of his anger. The caffeine wouldn't help his mood but it would help keep him alert despite the loss of sleep he'd experienced ever since Monday. Every morning his reflection in the mirror looked a bit more rough than the day before but while a man had been murdered and another was missing, Levi couldn't bring himself to care.
When his phone rang he answered it quickly. It was a short call though, just one more person telling him they wouldn't help with his request for information. Not that they couldn't. They wouldn't.
"You've got to be kidding me," he hissed. Levi flung his mostly full coffee into a trash can out of a need to expression his anger somehow and immediately regretted it.
"Alas, poor Cappuccino, I threw him, Horatio," he said with a sigh, for a moment wondering if he could still salvage the cup out of the trash.
ooc: come be a witch or siren telling Levi to back off or someone to distract him or... whatever you'd like.
Possible claw marks, that's what Levi had been told. Not like any known animal though and the more Levi dug the more he had to admit that this might be a weird case. A magical case. He researched every magical creature that might exist and he kept running into one name: siren.
Given where they were, it wasn't much of a leap. So he had been discretely putting out feelers that he wanted to talk to someone about sirens. He made sure that it didn't seem connected to any case and he lumped it in with other information requests as well so sirens wouldn't feel singled out. But of course, no one would come forward. No one would talk to him about it. Levi didn't know if it was his family name or the fact that he was a detective or if it was just because he was (as far as anyone knew) human.
Whatever the reason, no one was talking and he was getting frustrated. He'd gone out to grab a cup of coffee and a walk through the park to walk off some of his anger. The caffeine wouldn't help his mood but it would help keep him alert despite the loss of sleep he'd experienced ever since Monday. Every morning his reflection in the mirror looked a bit more rough than the day before but while a man had been murdered and another was missing, Levi couldn't bring himself to care.
When his phone rang he answered it quickly. It was a short call though, just one more person telling him they wouldn't help with his request for information. Not that they couldn't. They wouldn't.
"You've got to be kidding me," he hissed. Levi flung his mostly full coffee into a trash can out of a need to expression his anger somehow and immediately regretted it.
"Alas, poor Cappuccino, I threw him, Horatio," he said with a sigh, for a moment wondering if he could still salvage the cup out of the trash.
ooc: come be a witch or siren telling Levi to back off or someone to distract him or... whatever you'd like.
The beach was a wonderful place to go fishing. Early in the morning when no one else was around to disturb or startle the catch, all you had to do was wait. You put your bait in the water and just wait.
Normally Joseph preferred to do a bit more scouting and research before he fished, but desperate times called for semi-desperate measures. So far everything in town had gone as well as could be expected and he didn't imagine it would change anytime soon. Not that he would be here much longer.
Joseph just needed one more catch, a few days to prepare it, and then he would be on his way. Speaking of catches, he adjusted his glasses as he glanced down the beach, noticing someone coming this way. Making sure he looked properly disheveled; wispy hair blowing in the wind and his tattered robe loosely tied about his waist, he stumbled a bit aimlessly as he blinked owlishly as he looked around.
"Hello?" he called out. "Hello? William, where are you? William, is that you?"
Normally Joseph preferred to do a bit more scouting and research before he fished, but desperate times called for semi-desperate measures. So far everything in town had gone as well as could be expected and he didn't imagine it would change anytime soon. Not that he would be here much longer.
Joseph just needed one more catch, a few days to prepare it, and then he would be on his way. Speaking of catches, he adjusted his glasses as he glanced down the beach, noticing someone coming this way. Making sure he looked properly disheveled; wispy hair blowing in the wind and his tattered robe loosely tied about his waist, he stumbled a bit aimlessly as he blinked owlishly as he looked around.
"Hello?" he called out. "Hello? William, where are you? William, is that you?"
Police Sirens: Jason
Jun. 16th, 2014 09:20 pmThere were days when Levi's job wasn't too bad. It wasn't necessarily ever easy, but there were days when it wasn't too hectic and for a few hours he could ignore the really hard stuff. No one's life or possessions were at stake and it was just generally relaxing. Today was one of those days, at least so far.
The station was relatively quiet and his partner was currently out grabbing something to eat while Levi manned the fort. He thought about texting Lara to see if she wanted to get lunch then decided that might be a bit too distracting.
Instead he settled on surfing the internet and checking craigslist to see what weird stuff he could fine for Siren Cove. Someone was selling an authentic, cursed monkey's paw that supposedly protected the owner from getting hiccups. Levi didn't get hiccups all that much but it would almost be worth it just to see if it worked.
"Maybe today is a bit too slow," he wondered.
The station was relatively quiet and his partner was currently out grabbing something to eat while Levi manned the fort. He thought about texting Lara to see if she wanted to get lunch then decided that might be a bit too distracting.
Instead he settled on surfing the internet and checking craigslist to see what weird stuff he could fine for Siren Cove. Someone was selling an authentic, cursed monkey's paw that supposedly protected the owner from getting hiccups. Levi didn't get hiccups all that much but it would almost be worth it just to see if it worked.
"Maybe today is a bit too slow," he wondered.
Levi had given Joel the rest of the day to talk to Spencer, just as he said he would. After that he had called Cosette, Spencer and Lara and asked them to come down to the station. The reassurances of "no you're not in trouble" and "we just need to talk to you" or "I can let you know down at the station" were met with various degrees of acceptance. Honestly he would have preferred to conduct the interviews elsewhere but since he was letting them know they might be in danger he thought the security of the police station would be the best place for that.
Also, his relationship with Lara, whatever it was, complicated things slightly. He was fairly certain she wasn't the blonde mentioned in the note but he couldn't dismiss the possibility that it was. Levi wanted to make sure it didn't seem like any of the potential victims were getting preferential treatment.
So he had booked one of the conference rooms, which was a lot less formal than an interrogation room but more private than his desk, to speak with each of them. None of them were under any sort of suspicion but Levi needed to find out if any of them had seen something out of the ordinary lately and then warn them they might be in danger. The order of that was important but it was never fun. People always wanted to know why you were asking certain questions but contrary to what they thought, that didn't always help with the answers. You could always ask the questions again once they knew but you couldn't put that cat back in the bag once it was out.
Setting a water bottle in front of the empty seat across from him, Levi waited for his first interviewee to arrive.
Also, his relationship with Lara, whatever it was, complicated things slightly. He was fairly certain she wasn't the blonde mentioned in the note but he couldn't dismiss the possibility that it was. Levi wanted to make sure it didn't seem like any of the potential victims were getting preferential treatment.
So he had booked one of the conference rooms, which was a lot less formal than an interrogation room but more private than his desk, to speak with each of them. None of them were under any sort of suspicion but Levi needed to find out if any of them had seen something out of the ordinary lately and then warn them they might be in danger. The order of that was important but it was never fun. People always wanted to know why you were asking certain questions but contrary to what they thought, that didn't always help with the answers. You could always ask the questions again once they knew but you couldn't put that cat back in the bag once it was out.
Setting a water bottle in front of the empty seat across from him, Levi waited for his first interviewee to arrive.
Levi made sure to cool it with how much he drank the latter part of the night, wanting to make sure that he was sober enough to drive home. They could have taken a cab and for all he knew Lara had a limo the chauferred her around, but Levi always preferred to drive himself.
There was a stupid, giddy feeling coursing through him as he and Lara finally left the party and he handed the valet his ticket. It was like waiting for Christmas morning, only better. It was the sort of thing he hadn't experienced in a while and he had to be careful not to let it get to him. Casual flings were one thing, falling for anyone was definitely a bad idea. He was a private person for a good reason and part of him felt like Lara could crack him open like a nut if she wanted.
Fortunately, it seemed like Lara had other intentions with him, hence why they were leaving together. His actual date had taken in well, having found someone that shared her love of selfies and the Kimye wedding to enjoy the evening with.
"I just want you to know," Levi told Lara as the valet pulled his car around. "I'm not trying to impress you with my car. Clearly you're suitably impressed by my knowledge of the fact that there are over 25 million bubbles waiting to burst out of each bottle of Champagne that the car is just a very cool way to get home."
There was a stupid, giddy feeling coursing through him as he and Lara finally left the party and he handed the valet his ticket. It was like waiting for Christmas morning, only better. It was the sort of thing he hadn't experienced in a while and he had to be careful not to let it get to him. Casual flings were one thing, falling for anyone was definitely a bad idea. He was a private person for a good reason and part of him felt like Lara could crack him open like a nut if she wanted.
Fortunately, it seemed like Lara had other intentions with him, hence why they were leaving together. His actual date had taken in well, having found someone that shared her love of selfies and the Kimye wedding to enjoy the evening with.
"I just want you to know," Levi told Lara as the valet pulled his car around. "I'm not trying to impress you with my car. Clearly you're suitably impressed by my knowledge of the fact that there are over 25 million bubbles waiting to burst out of each bottle of Champagne that the car is just a very cool way to get home."
Womb service.
But not for much longer. If he doesn't try to get out himself by this Sunday, the 8th, he'll be forced out. So, since it could happen at any moment I'm putting up a "hiatus at a moments notice" notice.
To be honest I really don't think my tagging will be disrupted all that much but you never know. If I suddenly become super slow, that's probably why.
So yeah. Possibly eventual hiatus.
But not for much longer. If he doesn't try to get out himself by this Sunday, the 8th, he'll be forced out. So, since it could happen at any moment I'm putting up a "hiatus at a moments notice" notice.
To be honest I really don't think my tagging will be disrupted all that much but you never know. If I suddenly become super slow, that's probably why.
So yeah. Possibly eventual hiatus.
Background
May. 29th, 2014 08:12 pm•CHARACTER NAME: Leviticus (Levi) Astor III
•CHARACTER AGE: 29
•BACKGROUND & HISTORY: The Astors consider themselves "old money" in Siren Cove, although they're not as wealthy and influential as they would like to believe they are, hovering around upper class, but only because Levi's mother, who died shortly after he was born, left much of her 'new money' fortune to the Astors. They are, however, one of the oldest families in Siren Cove with a long history of being involved politically and being activists within the local government. They are almost all lawyers, politicians, or judges with a track record of animosity toward the more magical denizens of the city. Levi's father, Astor Jr., is one of those judges and had every intention that when he sent his son off to college and later law school, Levi would follow in his footsteps. When Levi returned though, he surprised and enraged his father when he chose instead to enter law enforcement.
( Because Levi has a secret that not even his family knows. )
•CHARACTER AGE: 29
•BACKGROUND & HISTORY: The Astors consider themselves "old money" in Siren Cove, although they're not as wealthy and influential as they would like to believe they are, hovering around upper class, but only because Levi's mother, who died shortly after he was born, left much of her 'new money' fortune to the Astors. They are, however, one of the oldest families in Siren Cove with a long history of being involved politically and being activists within the local government. They are almost all lawyers, politicians, or judges with a track record of animosity toward the more magical denizens of the city. Levi's father, Astor Jr., is one of those judges and had every intention that when he sent his son off to college and later law school, Levi would follow in his footsteps. When Levi returned though, he surprised and enraged his father when he chose instead to enter law enforcement.
( Because Levi has a secret that not even his family knows. )Plotting post!
May. 29th, 2014 08:08 pmThis is a plotting post for Levi Astor III. Levi is a police detective and a witch with the ability to read minds. If you want to do something with him, you can mention it here!
