Jack

Josh O'Hair

Josh Woke up late On purpuse He was suposed to be in the Office Of the head of Scotlien Yard At 8:00am. So he was Walking out the door at 10:00 He arived At the station house Just in time to see Brannigan hand Waters The file Stand in front of the station. Josh's Hair was Un Combed his Cloths were wrinkeld But he still looked good But he did Not look like A Scotlien Yard Cop. He Walked towards Waters , who he recondnized He had met him Once At One Of his Dads Birth Day Partys. Although Josh Didnt Stay long.
 
"His wife already knows," Waters said flatly, looking not at anyone, but simply the London skyline. It was beautiful, wasn't it? Odd how things were so beautiful after something like this happened?
"Yeah, time to leave the past behind us isn't it? He's been dead for what, five minutes? There's enough time to greave. Let's quickly get on this case before another god damned whore dies."
Sarcasm wasn't something he was used to, but it sounded like he was an old pro at it. Quickly, he sat down, not having the legs to stand anymore. The cigarette dropped from his fingers, but he didn't have the strength to find it. Somehow, he didn't want it anymore. He didn't want anything.
Then, he saw the other part of the team come up. Perfect timing. He must have set the mother fucking things up. Walking up like he was on air, knowing that he was already part of the fucking team.
Crock of shit, all of it. He knew it. Brannigan must have known it, although he didn't show it. Perhaps he had misjudged Branngan? Maybe he was an asshole after all.
Sighing, he wasn't sure what to do, but he sure as hell wasn't going to talk to that fuck. Let the team force leader do it, that was his job.
 
"Constable Waters, You may grieve on your own time. Right now you are a policeman. As such you will care about your community and everyone in it. You know more than anyone on this case. I am sorry that it has to be like this but you are important to this case and every life is important to me." Brannigan's face softens and his tone takes on a pleading edge. "Constable Waters, There is a time and a place for grief but people are dying. I don't believe for a second that you don't care about what happened to Mary Ann Nichols and Annie Chapmen. You may have the knowledge to stop it happening to someone else." Brannigan felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around quickly he saw a young man with a rye smile on his face.
 
Josh O'Hair

Joash Put his hAnd Out To Brannigan "Hi I'm Josh O'Hair Can You Tell me WHere The head Of Scotrline Yard's Office is I am Supose to Meat him there To Recive my first Assiment." He than Looked Over At Waters " Well If Aint Derek Waters The The Sone My Dad wishes I was."
 
Brannigan was taken aback. No matter how many times he had to tell someone that a loved one is dead it never got any easier. He took Joshes hand and shook it as if his arm was nothis own. "You better come with me" said brannigan. He took one last look at waters and then walked into the yard. The duty officer was watching from his desk as josh and Brannigan walked in. "Tom, I need a room." said brannigan looking straight into Toms eyes. "Of course Sir" said tom as he openned a big log book on his desk. "Interview room 3 is free, I'll fetch you some tea." "Thanks Tom" Brannigan nodded and walked to the interview room.
"Take a seat Josh." he waited till Josh sat down and then continued. It was hard to tell what Josh was thinking by this point. Though it seemed as if he knew it was bad. Not just a ticking off for being late.
"josh, it about your father." Brannigans throat began to dry up as it always did. It had been a long time but not long enough since he had this job before. He coughed as if to clear his throat. A knock on the door followed by Tom bringing in the Tea. Tom tried to look invisible but it had the opposite effect. Josh bagan to get to hos feet. "What's happened" The cool air about him had almost gone. Brannigan looked at him "This morning, Your father collapsed in his office. The doctor came as soon as he could but was too late to save him. I am sorry"
For one moment. Josh's face turned to stone.
 
Josh O'Hair

His Face sudenly gose from stone to Anger "He's Dead, the Basters Dead. Figures he would Die Befor I Can Prove I am A Better cop than His Precius Waters."
 
Sarah

sarah followed the man up to his apartment .
"ever have to do it outside?" The man asked. leading her up the narrow stairs.
Sarah smiled and answered " yeah, but i don't like it , so i briing them to my room." He got to th top of the stairs and unlocked the door.
"I've been locking the doors ever since the Ripper thing. I saw the first lady who died. Martha....."
"can we please not talk about it ,. i get torn up inside.
"sure" He opened the door. " my name's Jack , just in case you want to scream my name..."
(of course this is before she knows the killers name.) "Jack, what a pretty name. Mines Sarah." She snuggled up close to him to get threw the small doorway. Her chest pressed up on his chest. He looked down and grinned.
"nice chest" he said smirking.
"thanks. " Sarah said suductivly.. She felt close to this person, like she could become friends with him. she didn't even know any of the names of the other men she had slept with . He closed the door behind them and grinned again. He sat on the bed and beckoned for her to join him. Sarah sat next to him and he leaned in and kissed her. Not like the others that actreally kissed her have . It was as if he actrally did like her. She kissed back with just as much passion. He layed her on the bed and slowly lifted up her dress so it was above her waist. Her kissed her stomach and kissed below . Kissing everywhere. Sarah felt a warm since of passion grow between her legs. She looked down as he kissed his way up her stomach and ended where her dress came into view. Damn the dress. sarah thought.
Finally after lovely kisses he entered her, not with the rough entrance of somemany others. again with love . passion. Sarah moaned and for once it was a real moan, not the fake moans that she was use to giving. When it was over they lay next to each other. WAtching each other and sleeping . After what might be 2 hours later Sarah had to go . She kissed his sleeping eyes and left a note that said where to meet her to talk. She walked down his street and looked back at the house. she walked with a slight skip back to her corner. She smiled more freely and laughed at the simplist things. The others knew that she seemed much happier. almost as if she was in love
 
jack


I said i'd do it tomorow . and was tomorow . just didn't seem like it, it must be 3 in the morning . the sky seemed to get lighter but not to light. so i set out. I crossed my corner and looked for Bridget. She sat on the same steps she was last night.
"I snuck out of my house."I said walking up to her. I showed her the money. two pounds. She smiled and got up.
"Wasn't expecting you till laster today."
"I have work. "
"Oh a buisness man. " she smiled and walked close to him placing her hand in my pants. "is it the whole deal or do you want me to stick it in my mouth.?"
"whole deal. " I said getting her to follow me to a alley.She looked up at me and smirked a sly grin.
"maybe for a few extra pounds.." she said wrapping her hand around my penis . she slide her fingers down the length. trying to get it up .
"I think not...I have not brought anymore. "
"I think not!"she said taking her hands out of my pants."i need more money.
"You greedy little whore. "I sliced her thoart. She gagged and grabbed her thoart. BLood oozed from the wound.She stuggled a wimper and fell to the floor. "stupid slut." I said walking away. "always after my money." i smirked and walked back to my house .
 
Brannigan is taken aback by the sudden outburst of hate. "Well" Said brannagan as almost a stop gap. He didn't know what to say. "If you want on this case then be in my offcie in an hour. Be warned, You and Waters are going to have to work together on this" Brannagan left the interview room without another word. He walked slowly up to his office. The spring in his step gone again. This was no task force. These two people hate each other. How are they going to work together. When he finally reaches his office he notices the door ajar and the light is on.
 
A simple note.
"I'm going to finish my investigation of this case."
He had placed it neatly on the task force master's desk. He didn't want to, really, but he felt as if he should do something. At least tell them where they what he was going to do.
He was handling this investigation fine on his own, the last thing he needed was an old outsider to tell him what to do.
From what he had gathered, Sarah seemed to be someone whom the killer was at least looking at. He didn't know why, but for some reason that note was made specifically for her. It had to be, she was the only one who found it, and it made her think of him as the killer. Only a killer who wanted to get close to her would have her think someone else had done it.
Notes spilled over, pages and pages of them. All the kills from the past year were there, every single detail that was remembered. He had asked a few of the early investigators about things that even they hadn't bothered to write down.
"Help!!! Help!!!"
Looking up, Waters saw someone running out into the street. He met him, wondering what the problem was.
"Bridget, I think she's dead."
He looked into the back alley. Several people stood over a slumped body, blood lied in a pool near the body.
Oh no... not again. At least it wasn't Sarah. Running, Waters told everyone to step back, and get some more help. He examined the body carefully, a young woman, who had her throat cut in a deep gash. It had stopped bleeding long ago, he assumed she had been here since last night. Yep, dead.
Bridget, her name was Bridget, another one in the long line of bodies. This wasn't going to end, never. Sighing, he looked around her body... seeing a couple of gold coins in one of her pockets. Not much for a prostitute, he doubted it would even buy a good blow job. There was something different about this though.
It seemed to be done in haste, she had been cut, ear to ear, and then fell over, dying quickly. The others seemed to have been played with, or at least moved a little bit. Had someone seen what was happening? He had heard footsteps, cut her throat, and then ran off into the night.
Maybe he had something else on his mind. This could have been more like a mercy killing, something to ease the stress.
Waters shook his head, he was getting too far into the mind of this killer. It was good though, he needed to do that. He just didn't want to go too far.
No other evidence could be seen. He wrote down what eh could, a small description of what he had seen. Then, he went out, asking questions to anyone who knew Bridget, to get as much info as he could.
(Raisa... you want me to make something up, or would you rather give me a small description of things?)
 
Dr. Moreartie

the good doctor Sat im his study Checking Out the Crown Jewls He was happy There was still No Clue that The jews Were stolen Yet And Nothing linking him to the theft.

" I am A Genious"
 
Josh O'Hair

He walks to Branigan's desk "Ok I'm Ready to work"
 
you could make some stuff up, cuz there is no information on her, she was not a real murder, he made her up. but as long as they don't think it was a ripper case its fine

SARAH


Sarah heard someone scream as she stood on her corner. She ran over to it thinking it was one of her friends in trouble and she found a crowd of people. She hurried over and gathered herself to look. That bridget girl was laying dead on the ground, her thoart cut and that was it. Since it wasn't her friend she didn't have to many problems dealing with it. Sure she cried but that was it. She knew this couldn't have been the work of Jack . It just wasn't the same. She covered herself and ran to her room
 
Jack

its september 29th. I have sent this letter to the cheif of the Central News Agency :
"Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won't fix me just yet...I am down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady [ref. to Annie Chapman] no time to squeal. How can they catch me know? I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me and my funny little games... The next job I do I shall clip the lady's ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly...Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knofe is nice and sharp. I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper"
(same words as the real ripper case)

I laugh as i remember the death of that girl. NO one would know it was me. The next on my list is Elizabeth Stride
 
"Sarah... Sarah!"
He caled out to her twice, but she just kept running. He followed her, remembering in the back ofhis mind that she lived near here. Quickly he ran to catch up. She was a spry little woman, he had to admit.
He followed her up the stairs to her room. It was closed. He put the notepad into his long overcoat, rapping on the door gently.
"Sarah? It's me, Officer Waters, I want to talk about earlier today..."
He took a step back, pausing in front of the door.
 
SARAH

the door opened slightly and sarah's eye was visable . She looked at him and opened the door all the way. She hugged herself and asked "what?"
 
"I don't mean to do anything but talk to you," he said, holding his hands up.
"Earlier today (or was it yesterday?) you left me in a sudden rush, and I found the note that you must have read. I just wanted to talk to you about it, and possibly, this other murder."
He looked at her, as if she held all the answers to this case, he wasn't sure why, but somehow she did have some clue.
"Please, can I come in... just to talk?"
 
Sarah thought about it and disided that if he wanted to kill her , so let it be. She opened the door and let him in . The cold air of night rushed in after him . She closed the door and stared at him " if you plan of killing me , make it fast"
 
JACK

I walk to my room . I hum to myself as i hide my supplies. Hidden under a loose board under my bed. I jump on the bed and rest . I dreamed a perfect dream. I was walking down the street and saw no whores roaming about . I smiled and dozed into a deeper sleep
 
"You don't think too highly of living do you?" He took off his coat, trying not to stare directly at her. He had made that mistake before. She was a small woman, but there was just something abuot her that made even his knees shake.
"I do not wish to kill you, just the opposite. I want you to help me find Jack. Don't ask me why, but somehow he is involving both of us in this sick little game of his. The note couldn't have just been a coincidence, he wanted you to assume it was me."
He saw down on the bed, motioning for her to do the same.
"I don't want anyone else to die. Too many people have suffered already," he reached out for her hand, "Will you help me?"
 
Sarah lowered her neck. " I don't care to much about it . I was just saying that... you know ... so if they wanted to see me scream , they wouldn't so they wouldn't bother. " she took a step towards her bed . She sat down at the other edge of the bed. She curled her feet under her body and rested her back on the wall. "I guess i could help you . But fair warning , if i find him, i'm gonna kill him Even if i go to jail. or beheaded." she made a gesture with her finger of having her head cut off. "or whatever they do to kill us off nowadays. I can't keep up . it changes a lot you know ." She reached over to her pillow and rested her head. Her feet curled up on the edge of the bed. "do you got money? i need food." She hadn't eaten in two days. Business hasn't been to well . and she didn't want to waste the money jack gave her.
 
"You know what, we could just go that tavern down the street. There's some nice steak there, or whatever your in the mood for."
He rose, putting his jacket back on, "On the way you can tell me what more you know. This serial killer won't stop, someone has to stop him, and if it's you and me, I'll be more the happier."
He opened the door for her, "After you."
 
Sarah tensed up . What if he'll stab her in the back as she exits. she smiled "you go first. " She argured with him for a while and then he gave up and walked down first. She cheacked his back side for any knife . His coat rustled around him in the cold air . looked like a cape.A cape! That man that wanted to know about Bridget. The evil smile under the hat. as if he was hiding something . She fainted
 
"Hey... hey, hey," he grabbed her before she could fall down. He looked at her frail body under him. She did't look too good at all.
He kicked open the door carrying her back in. He set her on the bed, putting some covers over her. It was the best he could think of.
"Ok, you stay here, I'll get you some soup and maybe something else to digest. You probably need some food as well as rest."
He left, coming back on a few minutes later with the soup and a large mug of tea. She was still unconscious, the sheets and a blanket covering her. He leaned down next to her, steam rising up from the soup, which he set down next to her.
"Sarah... can't stay asleep forever. Come on back to the land of the living," he had the tea right under nose. Carefully, he moved it back and forth, giving her a chance to breathe it in.
"Peek-a-boo?" He asked carefully.
 
OOC note

OOC:
I hope nobody minds but Lady_Raisa has asked me to stepin for her for a few weeks while she Sets up home with a lucky lad she met in an rpg sometime ago. She sends her apologies to you all and wishes she could keep it up but she has so much to do. As you all know I am new to this and get little time myself but I made a promise I intend to keep.

For the time being I shall play down the role of Brannigan because it seems that water is getting well and truly involved and its a pleasure to read.

BIC: John Brannigan

When he got into his office he found a note on his desk. It was from waters. My god this lad was spirited. John let a small smile creep on his face. At that point Josh walked in "I am ready for work boss", Brannigan looked up. Then looked down at the note. "This case is now Derek waters case. You work for him. He has the guts to beat this case. I think I will just get in the way. You my boy are going to find out Everything about this god damn Moriarty chap. What the hell has he got to do with this case. Waters notes so far are here. When you come up with something new you report to Waters. Got it. If I find you trying to solve it on your own I will hang your hyde outside my office door"
 
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