Post by sam on Aug 30, 2008 21:10:08 GMT
SHE'LL TEASE YOU, SHE'LL UPHEASE YOU
ALL THE BETTER JUST TO PLEASE YOU[/b] ,[/font]
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Sammie was completely and utterly bored. Forks had to be one of the most boring places in the world. No, seriously. It beat Seattle, and that was saying something. Samantha hated to be bored. It annoyed her more than anything in the world because she always had a love for knowing stuff. It was in her veins, her mother had been the same when she was alive and Sammie was the same. It is the reason why she signed up for the whole journalism thing. Cause it meant knowing stuff. The truth especially. Samantha loved the truth. It brought justice another word she was fairly fond of. justice.[/font][/blockquote]
Sipping on her cup of tea, she flicked open the newspaper she had in front of her to the page which she was in charge of. The lost persons ads. In the middle of the Forks gazette, a paper, which usually didn’t even have a “missing persons” section, was a large picture of a brunette female with large brown eyes. “ISABELLA SWAN” the page screamed at her. Sam’s eyes flicked over the writing underneath. Gathering in the facts that were already set in stone before starting her own case. She would find this girl if it was the last thing she did. That was her job and she did it well, she wasn’t about to let that change. Smiling to herself she lifted the cup to her lips and took a long drawn out slurp.
The Cullen Family. They were the ones in the middle of this case. Everything seemed to point to them. Yet there wasn’t a dent on any of their criminal records, and all of them seemed very genuine. Samantha was sure she was going to have to meet them, but from what she had heard they hardly talked to anyone and kept to themselves. This made her suspicious, but not suspicious enough to tear through their house and rummage through their drawers. Though, when the time came she probably would do just that. Anything to make sure this girl remained alive. That was always her first priority. Making sure the innocent was safe and the guilty locked away. She read the paper again, skimming through the names of all the different people involved. Edward Cullen the boyfriend. Seems like a good place to start.
Gulping down the rest of her tea, Sammie grabbed her coat from behind the chair and slipped it on. She gently shook her hair out and put on the pair of gloves she had placed by the side of her placemat. With a smile and a wink to the doorman she set out into forks. She had been surprised that when she asked for the best hotel in the area this had been the one she was pointed to. It was a small dingy little place, more like a bed and breakfast really. The owner of the inn was a round podgy man who always seemed to be chewing gum, or shouting at someone. The room was nice though. It was cleaned daily, or so she was told as she had only arrived yesterday and the doorman was a handsome man with a sense of humour. She had already managed to make friends with him. In fact, he had kept her up-to-date with the goings on of the police investigation. He seemed to know everyone in the town and everyone knew him. Handy really. Nothing was kept secret for long here. This should be a fairly easy case to crack. Sam was sure of it, and she was the best. Had been since second grade when she found little Joseph’s comfort blanket hidden in a bully’s locker. She had never really quite got over the thrill of solving a case and something told her this one was going to be the best yet.
She looked up and down the street, forgetting for a minute she was in a small town and not her native New York, and wondering why there was such a lack of yellow cabs. Shaking her head lightly she sighed. She was going to have to take the bus. Not that she minded so much, just that it was so inconvenient. It meant finding out the bus times and the fare and what bus to catch to get to where she wanted to go. Not that she even knew that yet. She had a choice. The public library to read up on Cullen Family history, or the local police station to introduce herself to chief Swann and see if she could bribe one of the junior officers with a few giggles and a hair twirl into telling her everything they had on the case.
She smiled and looked around for someone, anyone to help her. Small town folk were so helpful and she knew it wouldn’t take long.