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Originally posted by kpropain
I'm the older than Hatebreeder, and I'm also a rational skeptic, if that helps....
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Cool! Perfect fit! But, it seems to me that the older veteran may be the superstitious one ... I mean, he's been on the force longer and has seen a lot more than the younger one. I can picture the younger one just transferring into the city, and maybe he's jumpy because all of the creepy voodoo shit is new to him. I can picture a scene where the two detectives are examining a crime scene, and they notice that the blood left behind is congealed, but not dried ... like fresh blood oozed from a corpse.
Older Dick:
No, it's blood. (
He crouches over a smear at the foot of the bed while donning a latex glove. He gently prods a glob and inspects it between his fingertips)
Younger Dick:
(
Leaning over older Dick's shoulder) Looks like jelly. You ever see anything like this?
Older Dick:
Once or twice. A long time ago ... shortly after I joined the force. The person that bled this was already dead.
Younger Dick:
(
Scoffs, but, with a look from Older Dick, regains his composure) You're serious. You mean, someone walked a dead body through here like ... like a puppet?
Older Dick:
(
Standing ) Or the body walked through here itself.
Younger Dick:
(
Studies Older Dick's face for signs of a joke. When he finds none:) That's fucking impossible. (
laughs softly )
Older Dick:
(
still serious ) Welcome to New Orleans.
(Horrible dialogue, I know. Just demonstrating my point.)