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Gabriel hadn't mentioned it to James - he hadn't thought that the situation necessitated it - but he did have his enemies here at the hospital. More than one, in fact. There were those who thought the surgeon couldn't be trusted. For all his sternness and cutting sarcasm, there was still a sliver of a good heart remaining within - one that hadn't been speared by the lure of wealth and glory. And his enemies thought that a weakness, something which would eventually lead him to go to the cops as soon as the situation turned against his favor. And one of the biggest doubters of his loyalty was Richard Tomlin, a man who, by all intents and purposes, was Cassidy's best friend. He considered those who knew the truth an "exclusive" bunch, and wanted nothing more than to keep it that way.

Tomlin didn't quite resemble a bird of prey as Cassidy did. In contrast, the man was quite attractive for his age, bearing a sense of sophistication despite the eyes which hid more malice than one could initially perceive from his person. Looking over the resident's face, he didn't seem to buy the faux happiness James had put on, having seen that expression many times on the faces of those who had something to hide. He'd dealt with those, of course, before they had the chance to do any kind of whistleblowing. In the period after the "suicides" had occurred, the media had been prowling about the hospital, journalists asking questions where they shouldn't.

"Direct." Tomlin laughed, a deep laugh which seemed to resound within his chest. "That's what they all say about dear Gabe. Sometimes too direct, in my opinion..." He seemed amused, his lips titled in a crooked manner suggesting some attempt at a smile. There was an ominous note to his voice. "You understand that some things should be kept to more...senior members of staff. And Morris is, well, far too nice to those under his charge. He can get...chatty, you understand. But that won't really matter in the long run. I won't impede your work any further." He gave James a heavy pat on the shoulder, one imparted as if as a warning. "Do tell Gabriel that Richard wants to speak with him before the surgery commences. It'll just be five minutes. A quick chat. Nothing too distracting."

It was obvious that Tomlin could've found Gabriel on his own, knowing fully well he was with the Charles'...but the older doctor was playing a game. Testing the waters, it seemed, even as he flashed the resident a broad grin and strolled back down the hall, whistling an off-key tune under his breath. Loose mouths were loose ends, and loose ends were tied.
Hey y’all. Due to a personal love for true crime/crime dramas, I’ve been wanting to do a plot like this for a long, long time, but it’s never really worked out properly in my head. But I thought that I’d finally try and get something written down. This is all still really rough right now, but hopefully I’ll find someone who can help me refine and develop this as we go along.
Rules:

- This will be MxF, as stated in the title.

- High casual to advanced means I’m looking for experienced writers who are able to give strong, descriptive posts. I post at least three paragraphs each time, and a whole lot more if I’m particularly inspired.

- This is a dark plot with dark themes, so please be mature and willing to accept that none of these themes will be censored. Violence, profanity, romance, etc. will not be faded to black. That means be 18+. That also means the RP will take place through PMs.

- Additional characters (NPCs) will be shared between us, unless you tell me otherwise.

- Don’t disappear without notice. Seriously, I’m a grown woman and I can handle “I’ve lost interest”, “I’ve got writer’s block” etc, as long as you’re polite about it. Nothing sucks more than waiting excitedly for a post from an amazing RP and having it never arrive.

- Aaaand have fun! If you’re not having fun, tell me (see rule above). Because what’s the point of roleplaying if it feels like a dreadful obligation?
Plot:

In a major city (which city is subject to our agreement), there has been a spate of serial killings so violent, so grotesque in nature (again, details can be settled later) that it’s been slapped all over the news. This has put immense pressure on the local police department, with the media descending like vultures on a buffalo carcass. The department’s “star” detective has just returned to duty after a stint recovering from a botched takedown during which he lost his partner, and received several injuries of his own. To cope with the loss of a man who had practically been a brother, he started developing a few unhealthy “habits” (what habits, you decide). Despite this, he’s somehow managed to scrape through his psych eval, and is immediately put on this new case by his less-than-forgiving superiors.

Eventually, the department realizes that they can’t deal with this on their own, and enlist the assistance of the FBI and its Behavioral Analysis Unit. Sent to assist is a young profiler, a relative newbie in comparison to her more seasoned colleagues at Quantico. Adopted into wealth, she is a quiet, serious overachiever; she can be cuttingly cynical – a front she puts up – and, in spite of her youth, she has borne witness to a slew of criminal atrocities. The worst of these atrocities was the revelation that her biological parents were a team of notorious serial killers. In contrast, the detective was brought up in a happy, blue collar household amongst numerous siblings, knowing the streets like the back of his hand and maintaining a few questionable “sources” who provide him information on a frequent basis.

The two clash almost instantly. The detective is a firm believer in logic and action, thinking that behavioral science, and therefore profiling, is unreliable and may only lead to the wrong person getting caught. The profiler thinks the detective is too headstrong, too unstable, and unsuited for his position considering the amount of attention the case is receiving.

If it isn’t obvious enough already, I’m looking for a male to take the role of the detective, with me playing the profiler. I’d like someone to work on future plot twists with me, along with how our characters eventually cooperate in solving this case. While the stoppage of violent crime is the main theme here, I want some grit and emotion to it (I’m a sucker for description), as well as character development. Characters will deal with personal conflicts along with work stress and a killer (or killers) on the loose.

Possible plot twists may or may not include:

- Family members of the detective’s ex-partner blaming him for the death
- Accidental death of a suspect involved in the case
- Corruption in the police department
- The suspected killer turning out to be a team of killers, or connected to an underground crime network of some sort
- The protagonists being targeted by the perpetrator
- Old cases coming back to haunt the protagonists
So yeah, PM me if you're interested.
"The walls have ears." Gabriel muttered under his breath, directing his gaze squarely at the other man. The nurse might not have overheard the exact details of their exchange, but body language was far louder than any verbal utterance. The hospital was a machine, programmed to perfection, and programmed to be completely subservient to men like Jack Cassidy. It was a cold truth, but money talked. Or perhaps "screamed" was a better way of putting it. And in this day and age, there were few who could deny the allure of money and what it could buy. It had given Gabe some respect for his resident, but respect was a poor form of currency around here, and in the end probably amounted for nothing when you were lying dead at the bottom of a river.

"Wise choice," Gabe indicated as soon as James had given his answer. "I'll still be shifting the schedule, and next time? Consider every decision you make very carefully. Down here, there are no such things as second chances." There was something in his voice which imparted his words as a piece of valuable advice rather than an open threat. He had done things which, had James known...well, the outcome wouldn't have been pretty. "Do no harm" didn't go very far in reality. Someone always won, and someone always lost at the winner's expense. And "lost" could mean a whole lot of things, especially when you took into account what he had been witness to.

"Wait for the call." He said finally, face unreadable as he made his way down the hallway for the next patient on his rounds. There was nothing left to say between them, and especially not here. He had a grieving family to speak to, and as much as it stung him to do it, it had to be done. He'd probably face the husband's rage, but the intensity of that rage would be reined in by the law. Robert Charles couldn't do much unless he wanted a prison sentence. Gabe had almost perfected the art of delivering bad news, and he was about to give a performance that would probably warrant an encore.

It was only when Gabe was clear from view, though, that another figure came striding round the corner. Another doctor, from the looks of it, but his silvering hair indicated he was far older. Still, he carried himself with an easy sort of class, his eyes glimmering with dark wit despite the straight, stern set of his mouth. Coming to a halt before the younger resident, the man looked him over briefly, his expression barely changing except for a slight raise of the brows. "You must be one of the new residents. I'm Dr. Tomlin." The calm, cool manner of his speech clearly revealed he occupied some position of seniority. "I understand you're working with Dr. Morris on Hannah's - Mrs. Cassidy's - surgery. Gabriel can be a bit...stubborn. I hope he hasn't said anything...offensive to you."

The statement seemed well-meaning, but there was a glint in Tomlin's eyes which suggested it was anything but.
Yeah, same here, and thanks!
Heya - just in case the guild goes down again, here's my e-mail address: passing.crossroads@gmail.com
I'm just giving it to all my RP partners since, as a guildfall veteran (and after what happened the past two days), I'm not fully convinced of the guild's stability any more.
Gabriel's eyebrows raised at James's response. It was cold and to the point, and as much as the doctor wanted to call him out for being so immensely stubborn, he had associated with his share of immovable individuals, and the only way they learned was the hard way. He didn't consider himself a coward, per se - he'd been through a whole lot growing up in his dump of a neighborhood, crammed in a tiny room, and you learned how to play the game or be played by it.

"Fine." His answer was curt, suggesting he'd had enough of trying to persuade the blond into doing the "right" thing. The right thing to save his own life, at least, but perhaps not the right thing for the members of Elizabeth's family. "If you don't want to listen to me, then I can't help you. You're digging your own grave, and you don't even know it." He paused, evaluating the words which had just emerged from his mouth. Before James could even reply, Gabe continued, shaking his head in a lamenting manner. "And that wasn't a threat either, if that's what you were thinking."

One of the nurses had witnessed their exchange, and was now looking in James's direction, an open frown written on her features. As Gabriel noticed her staring, she quickly turned on her heel and strode back down the near-empty corridor, the sound of her clicking footfalls fading into the distance. He knew that James considered him paranoid - and, for what it was worth, he was paranoid. You didn't take a job here just to be careless, and there were people here who wanted in Cassidy's good books so bad that they threw others under the bus to get there. Those were the ones to watch out for. But if he'd told James, the man wouldn't believe that, either.

He was about to do likewise - walk away - when James said something which surprised him. I don't think you're a bad guy. If only he knew. Greed. It had been greed which had gotten him involved in this, and now it was too late to back out. Aside from having someone killed, he knew Cassidy could ruin future job prospects for those who tried to leave. Maybe it was crazy. Maybe Jack had gotten inside his head. But for what it was worth, he didn't get so far in his career only to have it end with his unsolved murder. "Tell me you're still scrubbing for Mrs. Cassidy's transplant." He stated flatly. "Because it's either that or your first day also becomes your last."
The resident really didn't get it, did he?

"No, I'm sure as hell not threatening you. I'm trying to save your damn life!" Gabriel's professional attitude was disposed of fairly quickly. Messing around with Jack Cassidy - or any member of the Cassidy family for that matter - was not only bad business, but bad for health as well. Without knowing it, he'd raised his voice, and he could hear Hannah stirring from her bed, the sound of shifting sheets a clear warning that she was gaining awareness of the confrontation. And as much as the surgeon disliked his subordinate mouthing off to him, he didn't want more death than there had to be.

"Corridor. Now." The two words were expelled sharply as he pushed at the ward's door, stepping outside to where they could speak in a more conducive environment, away from Hannah's unconsciously prying ears. Obviously this guy hadn't been in New York long, because everyone in this hospital knew about the suicides. Maybe not the complete truth behind the suicides, but they knew nonetheless. And now, Gabe was about to break his oath of secrecy for a guy whom he hadn't even known for a day. He didn't know precisely what he thought he owed his junior, but from the way the man had effortlessly stepped in to buy his coffee, there was a pure soul behind that stubborn, willful exterior. Gabe's own soul had long been choked with guilt.

"We had a lot of talented surgeons here once..." Gabe started, shifting to glance furtively around him every few seconds. "I was senior resident at the time, and I looked up to them. They were everything I wanted to be, everything I was going to be. One of them, Dr. Davidson, was my friend and mentor. One day, he pulled me aside and told me there was something I needed to know. He seemed...scared, like something was really getting to him. But before he could tell me anything, he got a call to surgery. The day after that, he was dead. Turned out him and Jack Cassidy had bad blood between them."

Gabe raised his brows, as if expecting the meaning to become explicitly clear. "Davidson wasn't the first, and he won't be the last. So you can refuse all you want, but I'm telling you now that you don't screw with guys like Cassidy. Not just because it could cost you your job, if that's what you're thinking." He paused. "Davidson didn't get an autopsy, and neither did the other "suicides" which happened after his. You think this is just some righteous occupation, saving lives, all that "do no harm" shit. But it's not. And you should take me at my word. It's a risk just telling you this, but I'm doing it because you seem like a good guy." It was the first real compliment Gabe had given James, though perhaps not in the best way.
Hey, so things have calmed down once again and I find myself with newly-made time to take on a couple (one to two?) more RPs. Most of these are inspired by songs I like.

I’m generally looking for mature, high casual-advanced male partners, and am an 18+ female myself.

My first interest check can be found here.

Rules



So, without further ado, the plots. Click the title for the song which inspired it:

Beat The Devil’s Tattoo



60 Feet Tall



Solitary Man



The Gilded Hand



Midnight Rider



For What It’s Worth



The Evil That Men Do (Plot contained on a separate thread; click the title to go to said thread.)

Others



I’m also open to any ideas you might have! If there’s something you’ve been dying to try, and think I’d be a good match as a RP partner, throw it at me anyway.

I’ll also add more plot ideas as they come to mind. In the meantime, PM me if you’re interested, and thanks for reading my thread!
Awesome, and there's nothing to make up for - just glad you're well.
What James didn't know was that it wasn't about the money. Well - it wasn't just about the money. It had all been in the name of self-preservation. And sure - while being paid more than his salary was an added bonus, it came at the price of constant paranoia, the fear that one day he would end up on Jack Cassidy's bad side and face the same fate some of the hospital's other staff had. There was a time when the hospital had experienced a slew of "unexplained suicides", as the newspapers classified them. But he knew that they were far more than that. The truth ran deeper, and much darker. It was only a pity that James still harbored that idealism which came with many of the new residents.

"No?" Gabe raised an eyebrow at James's sharp response. Of course the new guy would find this morally wrong, for all the right and rational reasons. Which sick bastard didn't want to give loved ones the chance to say goodbye? Even if technically, Elizabeth Charles was already dead, her body still struggling on even though hope was long and far gone. It was only a matter of time before her family had to accept that, harsh as the realization was. He wasn't sure how carefully orchestrated the "accident" had been, but law enforcement had hardly suspected a thing, even through extensive investigation. But considering the amount of "help" Cassidy was able to call on at any one time, dissatisfying the man was practically slitting one's own throat.

"Last I checked, I wasn't the resident." Gabriel's tone was steady, the humor lost in his eyes. He observed James's expression, the resolution in his features. He thought the decision to move up the surgery was outrageous - and it made perfect sense. Of course it was outrageous. But life was occasionally a cold place where good men lost out, hard as it was to sometimes understand, and perhaps someone needed to explain this and shatter that idealism. Normally, they would wait until a resident had spent sufficient time in the hospital before "sharing" the dirty details, but he'd already asked James to assist and couldn't afford messing this one up.

And so, Gabe relented. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Do you even know what men like Jack Cassidy are capable of?" He kept his voice low, so that Mrs. Cassidy wouldn't pick up on their discussion. The "suicides" had been huge news some years back, and most people in the city had heard of them. It was widely dismissed to be a series of "freak accidents", but really...those who knew were forced to keep that knowledge secret. "I don't know which small town in Connecticut you came from, but we do things differently here. I'm sure you've heard of the suicides..." It was a difficult reality to begin conveying, but he couldn't afford failure. He had to risk it.
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