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Evans the Vixi
Alizee_519
Legacy Name: Alizee_519
The
Cream JollinOwner:
MutiaraAge: 14 years
Born: May 18th, 2010
Adopted: 14 years ago
Adopted: May 18th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 9
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 11
- Health: 16
- HP: 15/16
- Intelligence: 12
- Books Read: 12
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Attendant
Alizee often found company in the solitude that surrounded her. When she was alone it was as if her mind worked the best, connecting the evidence to the case, attempting to focus on the links that have been blurred since the very start - it was the silence that comforted her, it was as if it were her own cheer squad motivating her to continue on before another point was lost to the other team; before another victim fell to it's feet and lined the killer's soles with blood. It was the noise that disrupted her game mind, the bell which rung marking another end to the match.
Wilson, her partner in the case opened the door in a rather cautious manner, allowing the squeaks from the rusted bolts to string out and capture her attention. She could already predict the news he brought, she could read it all over his face - even though his eyes refused to meet hers. "He killed another one didn't he?" she asked as she pulled away from the desk she had been slaving over, "We were too late." Her own gaze dropped from his face, her light hazel hues scanning the carpet as if she had dropped that clue on the ground, as if she had always knew he was about to shoot another man but just couldn't piece everything together. "Who was the victim?" Teeth rolled upon her bottom lip at an attempt to hurt herself, punish herself for not even knowing who the victim was. Throughout the whole months of her following him, he was always out of her reach - despite how many times she had met him in person, despite how well she knew him, or at least, once knew him. "I don't even know Alizee, we just knew a hit was completed when we checked the money transfers." Wilson replied, now walking towards her desk and observing the notes and evidence she had scattered upon the hotel room's desk. "He makes us look like amateurs." He muttered under his breath, anger evident in the red hue that brushed upon his face and neck. Alizee couldn't handle the failure anymore, she was always so close to arresting him, but it was as if he merely played along to taunt her - dancing in the palm of her hand only to slip through her fingers when she began to close.
She was flustered by this constant cat and mouse game, she hated not knowing what role she played in it, but what she hated the most was that it was finally revealed that she had been the mouse since the beginning. Grabbing the coat that rested upon the cheap mattress the hotel called a single bed, she left the room in an abrupt manner. Alizee needed to escape the failure that created the stench in her room, it was overwhelming, she needed fresh air to clear her mind. To prepare her for the next match they would compete in.
As she walked down the streets of a foreign place, the darkness seemed to create a dark blanket around her. Though her mind and attention was captivated by the case she had been working on, it wasn't long for her to realise the danger she had put herself in. She was a strong mannered woman who never let anyone intimidate her, but the strangeness of the unfamiliar dark silhouettes and cool night air causing goosebumps to decorate her skin sent a rush of blood to her ears. Dimming out all sound as the fear slowly built up inside her. She wished she could retreat back to the safety of her work partner Wilson, but then she would have to meet failure again.
Alizee would rather fear than fail.
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