[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roof of the renovated building
[color=68979B][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Detective Gregory [@Lady Amalthea][/center]

Jeremy would be lying if he said he hadn't been hoping someone was up there, he'd been itching for some sort of a fight. Alas, he was let down yet again, there was definitely signs of a fight, the footsteps, the blood, and generally the disturbed muck and grime of the roof. He was just a few minutes too late to the party. Hearing the footsteps behind him, he spun around, half-expecting to get attacked from behind when he saw the detective. Looking him up and down, it was pretty clear Roy had a much more difficult time getting up there than he had. [color=68979B][b]"Duly noted."[/b][/color] He nodded his head simply to Roy's threat, turning back around to look over the roof, watching as Roy moved to pick up the cigarette butt.

[color=68979B][b]"Alright, well, give me a pair of those gloves, so I don't uh... 'tamper with evidence.'"[/b][/color] He commented, reaching out to take a pair from the detective and slip them on, a rather sarcastic tone to his voice as he began to wander about, muttering something under his breath akin to [color=68979B][b][i]"I'm an archaeologist, not a detective..."[/i][/b][/color] Kneeling down, he tapped a finger against one of the smaller bits of blood on the ground, looking over it on his fingers as he rubbed it in idly, thinking. It was more than obvious to himself, and he assumed to some of the other locals that this was more than a coincidence, first block party in six months, and another supposed 'suicide' - though the suicide angle of this one was far less convincing than it had been six months ago.

Something in Jeremy knew this had to do with Gerard yet again, it wasn't as direct as Peyton's death, but he just had that feeling, that impossible-to-shake twisting feeling in his stomach that he was already falling behind, that he needed to start moving, and fast. He'd put off going to see Gerard's daughter since he got out of prison, he didn't want to drag her into this if he could avoid it, but as much as he hated to admit it to himself - Jeremy had no clue where he was going with this by himself, he needed help. Letting out a sigh, Jeremy stood and moved toward the ledge, peering down to the party, right down onto Danica and the crowd surrounding her. It seemed a few of the others from the Heights were trying to keep the reporters away while the girl examined the body, it didn't exactly look like an easy job.

Then the glint caught his eye.

Adjusting his gaze closer to the building, he narrowed his eyes at the glint coming from the windowsill below him, there it was, the shell casing. [color=68979B][b]"Found it, it's on the window sill below..."[/b][/color] Jeremy remembered there was no floor in that hallway, there wasn't going to be a very easy way to get down there. Looking over to Roy, he sighed again, the detective definitely wasn't going to be able to get it on his own, he'd struggled enough getting up to the roof in the first place. [color=68979B][b]"I'll... I'll go get it."[/b][/color] He grumbled, having no real desire to end up falling off that building and ending up as the next part of these reporter's story.

[color=68979B][b]"Hell, at least maybe i'll get on tv."[/b][/color] He muttered to himself as he moved up to the very edge, peering down and looking for the best way to approach. [color=68979B][b]"This is... Probably not a good idea."[/b][/color] He concluded finally before he jumped down, there was some scaffolding below them, it was a ways from the window sill but it'd be a good starting point. Unfortunately, the wood he landed on wasn't quite as strong as it looked, and a half-second after he landed he heard a loud snap as the wood broke and he started to fall again. [color=68979B][b]"Oh, goddammit!"[/b][/color] He exclaimed as a hand shot up, just managing to take hold of the metal beam as he hung there, wooden planks making a relatively loud bang against the metal supports below him.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jeremy brought his other hand up, hanging from both on the metal bar and locking his eyes on the next step, a smaller brick outcropping ahead of him. The climb began, no support line, no safety net, and as he went along, fingers clinging to thin and weak brick outcroppings as he shimmied and crawled along the outside wall of the building, he realised - this was what he lived for. The rush, the adrenaline, even the fear of falling five stories to his death alongside Danica. Hell, the fact he was putting on a show for the reporters didn't hurt either, it worked up such a feeling within him that he hadn't felt in a long time, since he went to prison. He [i]loved[/i] it.

For all the grumbling and complaining, Jeremy was at the top of the world right now, and it was just making him more and more the risk-taker. near the window now, he was as close as he was going to get climbing safely, shifting his body to the left, he took a deep breath before thrusting it to the right, pushing off the wall with his feet and jumping, a brief rush of air going past him as he was thrust over to the window, arms wrapping around the Sill to catch himself firmly, one hand slapping down on the casing so it didn't fly off. Letting out a sigh of relief, he brought up his right hand and opened it carefully, looking over the shell casing as it sat neatly in his gloved palm. Carefully, he wrapped it in the same glove as he climbed through the window back inside, carefully making his way along the gutted interior and back up to the roof, more covered in dirt and grime now, along with a few more scrapes on his hands as he held the casing out toward Roy.

[color=68979B][b]"Remind me not to become a detective."[/b][/color]