Noir Cops

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As the two traveled deeper into the cemetery, the temperature dropped further. Frost dotted graves here and there, and by the time the two were near the back, the ground itself glittered silver and crunched beneath their feet. If one of the two had a thermometer on hand, it might have read 23° farenheit.

Winter had descended from her usual place atop the marble seat of her crypt, and stood in deep shadows beneath the boughts of the same trees that hung over the marble silhouette of her tomb. The gravestone she stood half-behind was larger than she was, and provided further shelter from the two men investigating. Lawmen? Winter's white-flecked silver eyes peered around the side of the stone, the frost on the gravestone thickening and growing tiny, icy thorns.

They had the vibe about them. They dressed nothing like what she thought a lawman ought to dress like, but, all the same. They FELT like Lawmen, and feeling was all Winter really had to go off of.

And what were they talking about? Ghosts? Was she a ghost? She didn't think so. Ghosts..... Winter couldn't remember any actual stories, but she was almost sure ghosts were simply disembodied spirits; weightless things with little substance..... She had substance. She knew it why the way the grass bent beneath her feet. By the way stone would creak and chip if she dug her frozen, bony fingers into it. She was not alive, but neither was she some lost spectre.
She was stirred from thought when her dead, frozen mind snagged on a detail-- they had said they were hunting her. Upon what charges was she hunted? For the first time in her second life, and the only time in her memory, Winter felt anger; a flash of temper and frustration at the whole situation. She was very sure she had been someone before she was a frozen corpse. These two spoke as though she were a rabid dog that needed hunting.

Despite her better judgement, she let the emotion flow for a moment, and the result was a shrill creak as the frost on the stone she hid behind thickened further, forming into a nearly-opaque sheath of ice as water-vapor was drawn out of the air by the intense cold that Winter's grip imparted. The corpse stiffened; a feat considering the fact that she was not overly limber to begin with. She was still for a moment, considering. They had surely heard her... Nothing was to be gained by hiding behind the grave any longer. But was showing herself any better? One had already fled in terror at her sight. These two might do the same. Or, if they really were law-men, they might draw rifles and drop her. Could she die again? Would bullets or blades kill something that was already frozen and dessicated?

She would step out. Nothing to gain from hiding. Perhaps something could be gained from revealing herself.

Winter slides out of the shadows, dress an inverted rose of frost and tattered fabric. Her skin is mottled grey, criss-crossed with spidery lines of cold. It is drawn tight around her bones, and worn away altogether in some places, notably along her elbows and one of her hands. Her nose is gone entirely, a hole in its place, and the rest of her face is rendered sharp and strange by the tightness of skin over bone. Her eyes are silvery things with white spots, huge and wide, sunk inside black hollows and framed by frost-covered brows. Her hair hangs, wild with leaves and ice, around her head. She opens her mouth, intending to speak, and produces only a small creaking noise at first, then, dryly, and very softly--

"Why do you hunt me?"
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Davis and Kroenen both turned at the voice.

She had probably been pretty, once. Her skin was tight over her bones, her nose was gone (he guessed the same of her ears - cartilaginous tissue and all), and her eyes were like silver dollars, but from what was left, he guessed she had been a pretty young thing before she keeled over. She was clad in what had once been an antique dress, now held together by what looked to be frost. He'd heard ghosts could create cold spots, but nowhere near turning an entire graveyard into a winter wonderland in the middle of summer.

The living and the undead stared at each other for a few moments.

Davis raised his hand awkwardly in greeting and said "Hello, miss." To Joel, he whispered: "Now what?"
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Joel didn't move a muscle. He had dealt with spectres before. Hell, one infestation was so bad they had to call in a outside team based in Brooklyn just to contain it.

However the woman standing before her wasn't a ghost. She was...something else. Her skin was solid, loose, but solid. The air was filled with a rotted stench, obviously coming from the woman. Her face...something about it puzzled Joel. Normally, a face with deep silver eyes and no nose would cause most men to internally soil themselves. But not with Joel. Maybe it was the years of paranormal experience or maybe the temperature was making his vision faint. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and introduced him and his partner.

"Sorry to disturb you. My name is Detective Kroenen and this is Detective Davis." He looked around the nearly frozen graveyard.

"Is this...where you live?" he asked the woman.
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As the two stepped forward, the cold would deepen further. Not through any action of Winter's, but simply because they were closer. Her head twitched stiffy to the side at Davis' greeting, and then to Kroenen as he introduced himself, and then his partner for a second time. That struck her as amusing, and the side of one frozen lip twitched up in what might have been an afterimage of a smile.

She was quiet for a moment, swaying ever so slightly on her feet.

"Detectives. So you are lawmen."

As she spoke, voice like the rustling of dry leaves, she drifted back a step, away from them. She heard Davis' tense whisper. Gone or not, her ears were very sharp....

"You may call me Winter, detectives Kroenen and Davis."

She added, after a moment. It was very dark now, and Winter was back in the shadows. Little more than a ragged shape with eyes like the moon. Did she live here? Did she live here? Was that a joke? Did these unfamiliar people find something like that amusing? Winter had the sense she was out of her time. It was entirely possible such a remark was witty by current standards... She bristled internally at the remark, but did not acknowledge it outwardly or make any sign that she was offended.

"I awoke in this cemetery, within a crypt. I have no idea of where I might have lived.

Her voice was slightly stronger now, as if speaking a few times had loosened her vocal-cords, or whatever was left of them. Still, the slowness and the difficulty of her speech irritated her; talking was like swimming through molasses. She continued to watch the two as she spoke in her slow, dry way; her gaze had a kind of inertia and weight that no living eyes could match. The one called Kroenen wore such an interesting mask.... She almost wanted to touch it....
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Marcus's eyes opened at the light that filtered through the slightly cracked blinds, reptilian pupils dialting at the sudden change of light. Sitting up in the small cot that he called a bed, one hand pressed at his sinuses and quietly massaged them. Waking up was always one of the worse things that he faced after the change, as everything was an assault on his senses. Shuffling over to a cabinet, he grabbed a few Tylenol and took them. He then went through his usual routine, checking the empty phone and grabbing a quick bite to eat.

As he chewed through a leftover steak, the mutant human considered his options. On one hadn, he could go to the ring and duke it out a few rounds, winning a few extra bucks to the rent bill that would come up. While emotionally satisfying, it wasn't a whole lot to win. Option B was hit the down low, see what was going on in the criminal underworld. There had to be a few crime lords or mob members that were looking for a smuggler or a bit of muscle.

Finishing his meal and quickly buttoning up his shirt, he grabbed a coat and his wallet before stepping out into the world of dark shadows, vanishing into them with the destination of a local bar. He knew there was always some work there, and a few of the bills were starting to add up a bit.

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The lamppost which had fallen over just a few minutes before lay there, creaking as a light wind batted at its surface and made it roll from side to side upon the base which it used to stand upon. It had fallen at an angle where the butt end was in the trees, yet most of it remained upon the road. The cables connecting the lamps together had snapped it towards the river which ran behind the trees, on past the river was a forest of dense hickory and other deciduous plants.

The lamppost then disappeared, taking out a large chunk of the metal barrier on the side of the road.

No more than half a minute later, it could be seen flying through the air toward the garage, as if it were tossed like a child's toy by some angered teenager.
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Trevor rolled out of the way of the lamppost and fired his revolver twice in the direction it was thrown. The other officers proceeded to do the same, firing their weapons in the same general area.
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