Liv

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

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Been there, done that. Even if I'm having a blast, I still enjoy my writing and would like to get some screen time every now and then.

@Gunther

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I have Eminem's part of Forgot About Dre memorized.

The Combat Zone

Yes, I don't want to have them caught right away, but further down the line. Also, I'm having Jenna bring up the training now, although they'll get sidetracked due to this new case, but Jimmy can always get back to her later that day.

Also, Merry Christmas!

The Combat Zone

"Not a bad haul, sis," Gabe concluded, and Allison gave him a thumbs up. She followed his gaze, looking over the woman as Allison was taken back to that Friday night.

Her father had been drinking as usual, sitting in front of the TV on his black leather recliner. He was very peculiar about who sat there, for some reason. The empty bottles were littered by his feet, but she didn't bother counting; there was no point. Allison left the living room right after he demanded she get him some food. She ignored him, and he berated her. "Your bitch of a mother would have gotten me at least a sandwich by now," he added. Allison lost it.

She headed to the basement to go get another 12 pack. She was calm and controlled, even though she already knew what she was going to do. Allison emerged from the basement with the beer, taking it to the kitchen first. She grabbed a napkin to act as a sleeve, and used the bottom of her shirt to twist loose the cap. It was then she could just barely make out her father incoherently rambling on. She took the bottle of Bud Light over to him, and he snatched it from her hands without even bothering to peel his eyes from the TV. But that was fine.

Throughout the night, Allison would go on to repeat the same step whenever he was running low. It kept him quiet and pleasant, and in the meantime, she would switch between reading her book and playing a game on her phone to keep occupied. This went on for a while, until eventually, Daniel passed out, dropping the bottle he had in hand onto the floor. She started picking up the larger pieces of broken glass and noticed her father wasn't snoring like usual. In fact, he looked quite still. She used her free hand to check the man's pulse, but she couldn't find any. Allison smiled slightly, and continued picking up the mess as if she didn't have a care in the world, because in that moment, she didn't. She would figure out what to do the next morning, after having a good night's rest.

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"Hey, so I need to tell you something...it's about dad."

The siblings were already in the vehicle, heading home. They had done a final walkthrough to make sure nothing that would incriminate them was left behind. The empty pizza box was in the trunk, and the items they had taken along with the cash was hidden in the center console. "He did drink himself to death, but..." Allison paused, finding it hard to admit to her brother what she had done. She decided to pull over to the side of the road. They were still in a residential neighborhood, but not particularly close to where they were earlier. Allison then turned to Gabe before she went on. "I was the one who was handing him the drinks. I killed him, Gabe."

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"Jesus Christ, Graham. She stopped breathing just like that?" Jenna turned to his partner after he had told her the ordeal with his daughter. Up to that point, Adelaide had gone through so much in her short life, Jenna couldn't help but feel bad for the poor thing. She was a beautiful little girl too, and it broke Jenna's heart knowing how much she suffered. "I'm glad Diane is taking her to the doctor though, despite what the EMTs said. You can never be too careful...

Jenna stopped talking when the dispatcher went on the air, and even though her partner had taken the call, she wouldn't have done the same. But that was simply because Jenna preferred to go were the action was. If she was going to be stuck behind a desk doing reports for who knows how long, she might as well have fun when she's out on the road.

"That's almost always the case, isn't?" she replied to him, suddenly remembering a topic from the previous week. "Hey, so you never got back to me about the Krav Maga training. I know we got caught up with that case but do you think you'll be able to fit it in your schedule?"

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@Gunther

Nah, no drama. This idiot just needs to shut the f--- up. It's not even that he's on Ferocity's case, people like him tick me off to no extent, and I wish I could come out of his screen and hit him with a bat.

See what I mean about the adjustment disorder? I'm easy to piss off.

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Hey, it's great that you know what you want and you stick to your guns. I wish I were the same, to be honest. I hate confrontation so I avoid it like the black plague, even if it means I lie and end up digging a hole for myself.

The Combat Zone

The parking spots on the street were a tad scarce, more than likely due to a current party, but Allison managed to find one and parallel parked the vehicle like a professional. Her and her brother were in a white Hyundai, nothing special about it and nothing to draw the attention to. Before they left home, Allison had switched out the tags; the one currently attached to the vehicle stolen from another white Hyundai. The young woman switched off the headlights before turning off the car.

Prior to that evening, the siblings had done various stakeouts of the home that was currently across the street. The area was nice, middle-class neighborhood. The homeowner they were targeting appeared to be an attorney, given the suits she wore every morning when she left home and the briefcase she carried to her car. That, or at the very least, she was upper management somewhere. She also appeared to be single; no partner, kids or any other family living with her.

"Come on, it's go time," she motioned for Gabe to follow her out of the car after taking the empty pizza box from his hands. She had her old Domino's shirt underneath a black jacket and the labeled hat to complete the uniform. Her short, black hair was tied back into what could pass as a ponytail. But the plan was simple: ring the doorbell and fool the woman for long enough to force themselves into her home.

Th siblings made their way across the street without saying a word to each other. And they didn't need to as the plan had already been discussed. Allison looked around for a moment, making sure no one had eyes on them. When they reached the steps of the front porch, she spoke again.

"Remember, just stick tot he plan and we'll be fine."

She liked reassuring her little brother. Life was anything but easy for the both of them, but she was all he had, and for some reason, she felt she owed him.

Allison then rung the doorbell and waited. A few moments later she heard footsteps. "Coming."

The same woman they had watched for some time finally opened the door.

"Hi there. Sorry for the delay, we're short on drivers. But at least we have another in training," she motioned towards her brother, smiling.

"Sorry dear, I believe you have the wrong house." Up close, the woman looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s. She had medium length brown hair and blue eyes. Not too pretty, but not ugly either. She wasn't overweight and was just about an inch or two shorter than Allison. She was as average as they came.

Allison's eyes widened. "Oh. Well, I guess I'm the one who needs training. Sorry about that..." With a gloved hand, Allison reached behind her back for the Glock 26 tucked within her waistband and aimed it at the woman's face, the tip of the barrel a few inches from her.

"If you scream, you die. Is there anyone in the house?" Her smile was gone by then, and the woman knew they weren't playing around. She shook her head, her lip trembling before tears followed. "Back the fuck up, now." Allison pushed her way in, the gun still pointed at the woman. Once her and Gabe were inside and the door was closed and locked, Allison dropped the pizza box from their earlier binge. She forced the woman against the wall, her free hand grabbing the switchblade from her pocket and placing it against her neck. "Here, take this," Allison called to Gabe, slapping the handgun against his chest when he stepped next to her. Allison then covered the woman's mouth, and without so much as a warning, plunged the blade into her side as deep as it would go. The woman's scream was stifled, but she didn't put up a fight. She was an easy target. Her legs were giving out and Allison pulled out the blade and stepped back, letting the woman collapse to the floor. She then turned to Gabe.

"Easier than expected. Let's see what goodies she has."

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Detective Michaelson

Detective Jenna Sophia Michaelson

The young woman, just 33 years old, was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. Her childhood was filled with Disney weekends and beach trips. She was an only child growing up, her parents giving her almost everything she could possibly ask for, but within reason. Her father, Detective Felix Michaelson of the Orlando Police Department, instilled a sense of discipline and responsibility in her at a relatively young age. Because of his commitment to his daughter, Jenna always excelled in school, often getting rewarded for her hard work.

When she was a teenager about to go into high school, Jenna decided to follow her father's footsteps. She went to a school a bit farther away from home because it had a law magnet program. Her mother, Helen, was thrilled with the idea, but her father was reluctant. He eventually realized that the passion she had for the criminal justice field would not be thwarted, and not only was he happy for her, but he started acting as her mentor.

Jenna worked hard enough in high school that she was accepted to Boston University on a full scholarship. It was a big change for her, to say the least, but she was growing tired of the humidity and the hurricanes that came with living in Florida. Her aunt, Katheryn Michaelson, lived in Boston by herself, so Jenna figured she would keep her company while avoiding the insane housing fees from the university. Jenna went on to sign up for a double major in criminal justice and psychology, both fields probably the only ones she felt comfortable with.

Prior to graduation, Jenna applied to the Boston Police Department. Her aunt was on good terms with an ex-boyfriend of hers who was a cop, so not only did she have some pull there, but her father was also very close friends with a Captain in the department. Once Jenna's application went through, she started the long background process before eventually making it to the academy.

Nearly a year passed and Jenna graduated second in her class. She was given the same crappy shift every other new officer received, but she completed a few years on the road before eventually putting in for a detective position and getting it. Even thought she transferred units a few times, Jenna knew she wouldn't go back to the road if she could help it.

The Combat Zone

Allison

Allison Denise was the first of two children to be born into the Meaghan family. Her upbringing, just like her brother's, was a rather rough one. Their father beat the young siblings on a regular basis, leading Allison to run away from home all too often only to return when it was late enough to sneak back into the house. But her father was always there, always waiting. Allison grew up resenting him for his constant abuse, and when she was old enough, she would take Gabe with her, knowing she could take care of him and protect him. It was her role after all, being the older sister.

When her mother passed away, Allison's world crumpled. She cut herself a few times, foolishly believing it'd do more than temporarily numb the pain. But she was wrong. Eventually, Allison's cutting phase went as quickly as it came. A while later, after puberty hit and her hormones started acting up, Allison got pregnant by her boyfriend, Mitch. She was only 14. She knew she could not tell anyone, especially her father, or he would beat her within an inch of death. Allison sought out help and eventually got an abortion, deciding to keep the traumatic experience from her family. She was bed-ridden for a while, but she feigned not feeling well.

Another death did anything but good for Allison, and her and her brother turned to crime given that they were old enough to hang with the wrong crowd. It was one mischief after the other; Gabe eventually getting charged with his first offense but Allison managing to slip through the cracks. Allison wasn't sure whether it was their new lifestyle or the fact that they knew their futures were already sealed, but she noticed a change in Gabe that she didn't like. She never spoke of it, but the thought was there, and it bothered the hell out of her.

Eventually, when Gabe left for the Army, Allison felt as if he had abandoned her. Sure, she was old enough to move out on her own long ago, but she didn't have any money since it would get used up that same weekend she got her paycheck. She experimented with drugs a few times, woke up in strangers' rooms, and was even kidnapped once, but none of that compared to the pain she felt at home. Eventually, when Daniel got drunk enough to attempt to have sex with her, Allison smashed a glass over his head and ran out, hoping to never see him again.

Allison was homeless for a few days before she found a roommate who worked at a nightclub. She figured she could use that bit of steady income and although she wasn't used to the attention, Allison eventually started enjoying her new position as a cocktail waitress.