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[JEREMIAH CHASE ALVAREZ]

Jeremiah loved his job - he really did. He loved how every day was different and how exciting it could be. Some days were more exciting and interesting than others. One day he could have a car chase and robberies and then the next day he could do simple things like pull some people over for having a taillight out or going to check on somebody's grandmother to see if they're alright. Not every single day on the job was the same, and he was completely fine with that. it was probably better than way, anyway. If everyday was full of exciting and eventful things such as car chases and shoot outs everyday, well, it would probably be extremely exhausting and dreadful all the way around. He enjoyed adrenaline that he job gave him on the eventful days, but if was just a constant thing for him, he'd get worn out pretty damn quick. Now, as a police officer, you had your good days and your bad days. Y'know, not every day can you catch the suspect; not everyday can you arrive on the scene on time before something happens; not everyday can be an accomplishment on a call. Every officer had them and they were frustrating all the way around, but all you could do is work through it and try your best. It was rough, but it was pretty much inevitable. Sometimes no matter how hard you tried, your 100% only seemed like you were putting forth only about 75% or less. Unfortunately, Jeremiah was having one of those bad days. While he tried not letting it get to him, it did. He was unbelievably stressed out and frustrating from work that once he got off, he headed straight to the bar. This never was Miah's first choice. It wasn't really his favorite remedy, nor was it his typical first choice... It was more of a last resort if nothing else worked to make him feel better, but today all he need was to relax, clear his mind and drink a bit. There was nothing wrong with that. When he arrived at the bar, he casually pushed through the crowd to the counter to order his drink from the bartender there. he enjoyed bars and talking to people there, but he never spent too much time there because he didn't like having to deal with extremely drunken people or the bar fights that almost always broke out while he was there. Sure, he'd step in and break the fights up, but it got annoying after a few times. He placed himself at the bar stool and looked around the hazy, crowded bar at all the faces and took a few swigs of the beer the bartender had passed him.

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[ALLISON ALIVIA GRAY]

It had been a long day for Mercedes. She spent most of her time at a single location, for a period of unaccounted hours, observing the remnants of a single body, left to rot, and the evidence that was left with it. I wasn’t much to be honest; a single bullet, fired from a rifle, that was stationed at an unknown location. That and a single identification card, that was laid out across the body of the dead man that seemed to be placed their on purpose, as if the name of the man held some proof of the reason for his death. It could have perhaps, and it was Mercedes job to determine such scenarios, but for the remainder of the day she wasn’t worried about that simple element. No, she was more concerned with another piece of the scene; the weapon. Sure, there was nothing special about a rifle, it wasn’t a rare weapon, or even something that was uncommon in murders cases; in fact, at least in Arcadia, it was the preferred method of choice, and that was what bothered her the most. The case was similar, too similar in fact to a series of cases that haunted her; cases that started with the loss of an important figure in her life. It had been a year since she last saw the handiwork, but she had no doubt that it was the same psycho who pulled it off. There was no honest proof of the matter, anyone could have done this, but somewhere in side, she just knew. The thought stayed locked in her mind for the remainder of the investigation, lingering with her for the rest of the day, right up until she arrived home at her apartment later that afternoon. She was exhausted from the extensive, and slightly over exaggerated event of the day. A normal person would crawl into bed and catch some sleep after work like that, but not Mercedes. No, there was only one thing she wanted to do more than anything in the moment, and that was digging through her personal collection of murder cases. She had a whole box worth filed from a decade worth of murders, events that she was trying to tie together in some manner or another. The case that unfolded early that day was just another to add to the pile. Wandering over to her office space in the corner of her apartment, she stopped in front of a book shelf, and reached down to the bottom, where a worn box sat. Pulling it out from its position, she dragged it towards her desk, pulling open the frayed flaps that read: MURDER CASES, SNIPER. Inside sat a stack of old papers and folders, all of them similar in some manner. She pulled the first few pages out, reading through the contents that she gathered from the case, and the notes that she scrawled on the side. She did this over and over as hours passed her by, in an attempt to piece together information, in order to figure out how everything lined up; hoping that somehow it would give her the answers she so desperately desired. She had been like this for most of the night, consumed in the work before her. She never thought to take a moment to allow the information to sink in, or even to take a break, she continued reading as if she was programmed to do so. In time however, she found that she could no longer force herself to push forward. She was slowly losing focus, and her head ached from the jumbled information she had stuffed inside, just lingering without cause or answers. Not to mention, she had been up for hours, so many in fact that she lost track. It was all beginning to take a toll now, and she knew that she had to stop, at least for the night. Throwing her current stack of material on the desk beside her, she pulled herself out of her desk chair, stretching her muscles to release the aches that had formed from too much time spent in the same position. Walking over towards the window in the next room, she pulled the shades aside and glanced out into the night; it was quite for the most part, and the sky was clear, the stars twinkling in the dark. It seemed inviting for a moment, and aware that she could not sleep with so many thoughts swirling in her mind, she took up the offer. It would clear her mind. Pulling a jacket on, along with a pair of comfortable shoes, she wandered out into the night, looking to take just a brief walk down the street. However, she only made it about a block before she decided to stop, as her body refused to comply with the actions it was tasked to complete. It had too much weight from the day, and was too tired to do anything more than rest. So, she allowed herself some time to do just that, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, in silence. Glancing around at her surroundings, she found that she was right across from the bar, the glowing neon lights cutting through the late night shadows. She wasn’t fond of visiting the establishment herself, as the environment was far from her preferences. It wasn’t that she disliked the idea of enjoying some alcoholic substance around others doing the same, but more so the idea that she just thought the place was a dump. Looking around the exterior of the bar further, her body still uninterested in continuing on, she caught the familiar site of a familiar vehicle – a police cruiser. It was centered in the middle of the parking lot, the pure white color glowing from the shine of the bright lights. There was only one person who would even bother driving their cruiser across town, just to sit in a bar and wash the weight of the world – the day, from their shoulders. Goddammit Miah, I live five minutes away. She thought to herself, before deciding that her walk no longer needed to proceed further down the street. Instead, with some extended effort, and persuasion, she forced herself to walk across the empty city street, and straight towards the bar. She entered the building, and though her automatic response was to express indifference and glare across the crowd, she ignored her instincts and began to search for her friend. Spotting him across the building, sitting at the counter with a beer in hand, she made her away through the sea if people and place herself on the stool beside him. “You do know that I live about five minutes away, right? You don’t have to hangout in a dingy bar, alone none the less, to release the tension of a long day” She mentioned casually, staring at the man beside her.

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[JEREMIAH CHASE ALVAREZ]

On most nights that Miah was at the bar, he would be social and practically bouncing off he walls with energy. He'd hardly be capable of being involved in one conversation because he would be running around the bar talking to eight people all at once. He loved socializing and he depended on it, but tonight was different. He felt like socializing, but not with as many people as he normally would. He was feeling antisocial really, but more reserved tonight. Of course, being in the mood that he was, it was kind to be expected. Who in the world liked being social when they were frustrated and angry? Exactly, no one. At first, he really wasn't too interested in conversing with anybody, but after a while of sitting alone, he decided that making conversing would make him feel better. He was an extrovert, so talking to people usually did bring his spirits up. Being out in public and off from work already made him feel a bit better, but what he really needed was to get his mind off of everything and talk to somebody. Jeremiah had plenty of people to talk to outside of work and definitely outside of the bar. Why didn't he go to them, you ask? Good question. That was honestly something he really didn't give much thought to. He had planet of friends' houses he went over to that he could hang out at to cool off, but he didn't even bother to go to those places, for some reason. The bar was just his first place he thought of and just kind of took off  in the direction of the bar without taking much thought to it. He honestly could've just grabbed a six or twenty-four pack of beer and headed to Mercedes's place for a night of ranting because it was more than likely she needed it as well -  besides, she lived about five minutes from the bar anyway. He knew that he could go over to her apartment whenever he wanted, but it just hadn't crossed his mind tonight. Looking at a lot of the people in the bar, he realize how young everybody looked. Some of them looked his age, but a lot of them looked way to young to even be stepping foot anywhere near a bar, let alone actually getting access into a bar. Either some kiddos in the bar were getting fake ID's, or some people had access to some damn fountain of youth and they weren't sharing. Most of these kids looked like were barely even nineteen, but here they were drinking alcohol and have a grand time. Regardless of how it went, it make Jeremiah suddenly feel extremely old and he shuttered at the thought of that. He honestly debated about going back into copper mode and investigating as to if they were of age considering he was still in uniform and it wouldn't be unusual, but he decided against it... He was off duty an didn't really feel like dealing with it, anyway so he just minded his own damn business like he should be doing in the first place. He faced towards the bar against and took a swig of the beer, realizing he felt a bit better but not as good as he had hoped. He knew alcohol wasn't really the solution, for him at least, an he needed a better outlet to let out his anger. Being at the bar was in nowhere helping him feel better, but it was making him more irritated... The loud crowd, the music, everything was bothering him more than it had before. He really just debated leaving and going home to just hop in be to sleep for the rest of the night... Didn't sound like half a bad idea. He looked over at the stool beside him when someone sat in it and he was caught of guard... and confused. He listened to the words come out of her mouth and he couldn't help but roll his eyes and chuckle. He didn't now how she found him, but she did and she also knew that he was only at the bar to let off some steam... He didn't do it often, but apparently it was often enough for Mercedes to know that when he came down here right after work it typically wasn't for any other reason than that. "I am fully aware of that," he mumbled before taking a drink of his beer and setting it down. "The hell you doing here, 'Cedes?" he questioned, raising a brow at her and eyeing her suspiciously. He knew damn well that she hated bars, especially this one, and that she hardly ever stepped foot into one, if ever... He wouldn't believe for a second that she came down here to drink, so what was she doing here and how did she know that he was here?

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