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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on Jul 16, 2017 21:13:08 GMT -5
Jean was the last person in the office. She'd been working overtime constantly. She felt guilty that she hadn't done more to stop Scarlett, though rationally she knew that Scarlett would have been very willing to kill her. So many lives had been torn apart-- people wrongly arrested, people killed-- all because of Scarlett's off-kilter vision of what was right. She'd really believed that she was helping, and that was what terrified Jean. How could she know if she was just as bad? She couldn't. She just had to listen to feedback and hope that in righting the wrongs of others she would do more good than harm. Though they were recruiting and rehiring, the police department was still severly understaffed. There were piles of missing person reports that had gone untouched. Jean was going through them and looking at the records from Scarlett's reign, doing her best to determine who was where. The piles for cases that needed further investigation and for those who were deceased were noticeably larger than the pile that designated people currently in jail. Though it was late, she made some unpleasant phone calls so that the dead's loved ones could hear the news as soon as possible. The work was below Jean's level, but it needed doing. Finally, when she was falling asleep at her desk, she got up to go home.
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Post by Paroxysm on Jul 16, 2017 22:24:54 GMT -5
"Looks like you took a long night, Arlanda," came a misty voice. Jean, startled, reached instinctively for her gun. After a moment she realized it was Gordon and relaxed. "Lots of paperwork, she explained. "I didn't mean to startle you," Gordon commented by way of apology. "Everything does lately," Jean said, a bit dryly. Gordon nodded. "I think we may need to expand our mental health care program." Jean sighed. "If we can get the money. I know plenty of people who need it more than me." "Don't sell your needs short, Arlanda," Gordon advised. "I can't have one of my best not taking care of herself." "Thanks, Commissioner," Jean said, her smile a bit crooked. "Everyone on the force has to carry burdens with them, but there are ways to lighten the load," Gordon pointed out. "It was a tragedy through and through." "It was. What are you doing here so late?" Jean asked. "Trying to catch up with as much as I can," Gordon told her. "What are you working on?" "I want to find out where Jaide went to find all those people she recruited," Gordon said. "Any luck so far?" Jean felt a bit skeptical. "Not really," Gordon said. "I didn't expect so," Jean's voice was sympathetic. "But we can't let it stop us," Gordon said, his expression unmoving. "You're right," Jean gestured through the door at the piles of paperwork. "It isn't easy though." She let herself start to yawn. "I should head home soon." Gordon nodded. "Yes, me too."
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Post by Paroxysm on May 11, 2018 18:55:12 GMT -5
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There had been no call during the night. It came bright and early in the morning, at a time half the world didn't believe existed. The Gotham Arts Museum called 911 at stupid o' clock in the morning when they discovered that one of their featured paintings had vanished in the night. Gordon called in Jean and Amelio and assigned them as partners for the case. Amelio was quite happy to have a case that didn't involve torture or death or any of the sort (yet).
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Post by |0+u$ f@ɳԍ on May 11, 2018 19:04:46 GMT -5
"So," Jean said, appearing behind Amelio at the scene of the crime. "What do we know?"
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