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Ybfan · March 30th, 14, 01:14 PM

Paul came back from the restroom as the main detective came out the interview room and told Paul that they were ready. He let out a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and walked into the room grumbling. At this point, Paul just wanted to get laid, but to do that he needed to make it through the rest of the work day.

The room looked like your standard interrogation room, but with some landscape pictures and a wooden table instead if a metal one. Yeah this is inviting and a great place to be... He thought to himself. Sitting in front of him was a young man that was suspected in a murder case just because he was covered in blood. He remembered nothing and couldn't explain why he was even there in that part of town much less how he got there from home. None the less the young man was more than willing to clear his name since polygraphs are subjective, hypnosis is a scam, and well...yeah...

"You understand why I am here and will be done?" Asked Paul as he sat across the young man.

"Yes, sir. I will admit though I am scared..." He trailed as he looked at his hands that were clenched tightly.

"Don't worry, kid. I promise it's painless, so just close your eyes and relax alright?" Paul waited till the man complied before he placed both hands on his temples and closed his own eyes.

Paul was rooting around for at least an hour or so before opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the man. Letting out a shuddering breath he removed his hands and patted him on the shoulders. The man opened his eyes slowly like he was sleeping and let out a long yawn as he looked around.

"See? Painless," smiled Paul as stood up. "I will get the detective for you so you can get going."

Not waiting for a reply, Paul left the room as his hand rand down his face and the detective approached him.

"Well?"

"He didn't do it, but someone else did-"

"Great and now we send you over to a sketch artist an-"

"I can't do that, Bobby."

"Why the hell not, Paul? You rooted in the kids memories for a while didn't you?" The detective looked annoyed and crossed his arms.

"It was a voice and a...figure that can't be made out that's why. I keep reviewing it, but this murderer...I don't know Bobby. Something isn't right here..."

"Fuck!" Said the detective loudly as turned on his heel quickly to do a quick speed walk to an officers desk and told him to take the kid home.

"My thoughts exactly..."

March 30th, 14, 01:14 PM	#20
Ybfan Senior Member Ybfan is offline Join Date: Dec 2012 Location: Behind you Posts: 3,621	Paul came back from the restroom as the main detective came out the interview room and told Paul that they were ready. He let out a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and walked into the room grumbling. At this point, Paul just wanted to get laid, but to do that he needed to make it through the rest of the work day. The room looked like your standard interrogation room, but with some landscape pictures and a wooden table instead if a metal one. Yeah this is inviting and a great place to be... He thought to himself. Sitting in front of him was a young man that was suspected in a murder case just because he was covered in blood. He remembered nothing and couldn't explain why he was even there in that part of town much less how he got there from home. None the less the young man was more than willing to clear his name since polygraphs are subjective, hypnosis is a scam, and well...yeah... "You understand why I am here and will be done?" Asked Paul as he sat across the young man. "Yes, sir. I will admit though I am scared..." He trailed as he looked at his hands that were clenched tightly. "Don't worry, kid. I promise it's painless, so just close your eyes and relax alright?" Paul waited till the man complied before he placed both hands on his temples and closed his own eyes. Paul was rooting around for at least an hour or so before opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the man. Letting out a shuddering breath he removed his hands and patted him on the shoulders. The man opened his eyes slowly like he was sleeping and let out a long yawn as he looked around. "See? Painless," smiled Paul as stood up. "I will get the detective for you so you can get going." Not waiting for a reply, Paul left the room as his hand rand down his face and the detective approached him. "Well?" "He didn't do it, but someone else did-" "Great and now we send you over to a sketch artist an-" "I can't do that, Bobby." "Why the hell not, Paul? You rooted in the kids memories for a while didn't you?" The detective looked annoyed and crossed his arms. "It was a voice and a...figure that can't be made out that's why. I keep reviewing it, but this murderer...I don't know Bobby. Something isn't right here..." "Fuck!" Said the detective loudly as turned on his heel quickly to do a quick speed walk to an officers desk and told him to take the kid home. "My thoughts exactly..." __________________ So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.