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leakywright · 2 years

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flashes of the last time leaky was in a police interview disrupted his thought-process. his hands were clammy as he continued close them in fists and open them again, doing anything to maintain any semblance of innocence, of relaxation. except the grief was hitting him, wave after wave that he was certain if he were to open his mouth his words would be too shaky to decipher. but he closed his eyes, making to breath in deeply through his nose and out slowly through his mouth. anything to keep his heart calm, to keep them from recognizing anything was off about him.

“malik wright, is that correct?” he hadn’t heard the officers come in, fuck, they probably watched him struggle that entire time, thinking he had something to tell them. but he didn’t, he couldn’t. he swallowed thickly with a nod. “uh yea, you can call me leaky, that’s what everyone does.” the man gave him a quizzical look but sat down, his partner joining him without comment.

the smart thing would be to get a lawyer, that’s what everyone always said right? don’t talk to the cops without a lawyer, don’t trust the cops. all of that. but he couldn’t tell his parents what was happening, the trouble around campus. that would only worry them more than they already were, would only add to the shame that surrounded him.

“no need to be nervous malik, uh leaky, we just have a few routine questions for you.” the man looked over at him again, giving a reassuring smile. leaky wanted to tell him what he really thought, about this whole show, about the cops, about that stupid smile. but he just nodded, barely trusting his body to react accordingly.

“when did you last speak to greer?” he thought this through, when was the last time he spoke to greer? they weren’t exactly close beyond well...he didn’t want to open that door. couldn’t. “uh probably around the last days of school, at a party or somewhere with our friends. we sorta ran in the same circle.” he cleared his throat and nodded, lacing his fingers together in his lap. he tried to lean back and seem relaxed, but instead winced as the metal chair clipped the back of his shoulder blade instead. “you alright?” the other man raised an eyebrow. “uh yea, y’all should consider new chairs.” he laughed awkwardly as they stared.

“when did you last actually see greer?” there was no one distinct memory that came to leaky. just her sly smiles across crowds, the small comments she would make in backyards, they all blurred together and yet were seared into leaky’s mind. he was gonna figure out a way to deal with her this year, to ease the pressure and the pain, but so far he hadn’t had to. “uh probably around the same time. it was all a blur then ya know, with graduation, starting summer practice, we don’t get much of a break ya know.” he crossed his arms now, having a difficult time staying still. the man wrote something down while the other leaned back in his own chair, sipping from his coffee cup. leaky tried to give a weak smile. nothing in return.

“how well did you know greer?” damn, they were still going? leaky hummed as he thought. how well did he know her? “not super well, like i said we weren’t like...besties or anythin’. more-so saw each other out. i’m friends with her uh, boyfriend, and a few of her other friends so we’d all hang and stuff. but i don’t think we actually hung out one-on-one or anythin’.” except when she found him, that glint of knowing in her eyes. it still terrified him. the two men glanced at each other. before the one who hadn’t spoken much yet leaned forward, “what was your relationship with greer like?”

leaky swallowed, narrowing his eyes in confusion. “isn’t that uh, isn’t that the same question? i mean we were...we were just friends. nothing more to it. probably won’t talk when we graduate but will see each other when some of our friends inevitably get married and all that.” that much felt true, nothing of terrible substance, but he did notice her absence. it was eery and relieving without her.

the man nodded again, god leaky hated this. why were cops so cold? or tried so hard to see like your best friend? they were fucking cops and that was it. “leaky.” the man said his name and he realized he’d drifted off. “hm oh sorry could you repeat that?”

“have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?” not that leaky would normally, he just shrugged, glancing between the two men. “nah, i was too busy myself this summer. but she wasn’t around here, i know that much. figured she was off...i don’t know doin’ whatever rich people do in the summer and all that.” that’s what he’d heard anyway and he believed it.

“one final question leaky and then we’re done here. i know you’re a busy young man.” the first guy smiled at him, and leaky raised an eyebrow. what did they know about him? “you wouldn’t have wanted greer to disappear, would you?”

leaky raises an eyebrow in surprise at this comment. “me?” he looks around as if he isn’t the only one in the room, caught off guard by such a...personal question? “you’re fucking with m- sorry sorry.” he shakes his head and sighs, the nerves of earlier being replaced by impatience. “you’re kidding me right? why would i want greer to disappear?” it was absolutely ridiculous, despite everything. “we aren’t very close to begin with. she’s cool, i don’t see why anyone would want her gone. campus seems a bit…quiet without her?” Maybe, but it was definitely buzzing all about her disappearance, leaky noted. “anyway, no. i don’t want her gone, now can i go? i got practice.” he thumbed the doorway, and though practice didn’t start for another hour, he needed some time to clear his head of all this. “of course leaky, thanks for answering everything so honestly.”

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snxwflxwers · 1 year

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Character Task 001: Initial Sitdowns

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

There wasn’t a right answer to this question, but there was definitely a myriad of wrong ones. Telling a true lie was risky, but the truth was too expensive to give away this easily. She would have to settle for a middle ground, with enough wiggle room to escape if her words were brought into question. “I don’t really remember. We weren’t close, but we were family.” She put on a show of trying to think of an answer. That was important. They had to believe she was cooperating. “We probably texted at some point during the week she disappeared, but I erase my messages pretty often. There’s no way to know for sure.”

“Why would you delete your messages? Do you have anything to hide?”

She had anticipated that question, so this time, Jiwon was prepared. “Our family has a reputation to keep.” Her words came out as a matter-of-fact, as if it should obvious to everyone else in the room. And honestly, it should. Although it wasn’t the entire truth, the habit had come from a legitimate place. “Even though I have nothing to hide, our family lawyer advised us to always keep the slate clean.” She shrugged, and brought on the big gun she’d been hiding. “I got doxxed one time when I was a teenager. Nothing happened, but that security breach got us all a little jumpy about online safety. Well, at least me and my parents. I don’t know if Greer and her siblings do the same thing.”

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

Once again, Jiwon put on a show of thinking about it, though this time it was honest. She didn’t remember the last time she’d seen Greer, especially in Ogden. Most of their communication came in the form of gossip from their peers or text messages, and the odd call that might have happened. “I don’t know. This is a big campus and she was a popular girl, so we almost never saw each other here. It was probably back home. We did see each other a lot back in Manhattan.”

“Was, did... It seems you might know something we don’t, miss Morrison.”

She looked down and away from their gaze, letting out a nervous chuckle. Touché. For a second, her mask almost slipped, but saying out loud that she thought Greer was either dead or being held captive would absolutely not make her look good. “She’s not here anymore. I suppose Greer’s still popular, but I doubt I’ll see her in Manhattan this year. That is, unless you stick to your question instead of making baseless accusations.”

“How well did you know Greer?”

She shrugged once more. What else was there to say? That was a simple enough question, just as long as she kept the complicated parts of it in the shadows. “She’s my cousin. I know her well enough, but probably less than her closer friends.” Which was true, though once again, not the entire truth.

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

There was no point in lying or trying to hide anything. Surely, the rumors had already reached the police, and contradicting would only make her look guilty. “We were... Competitive. All in good fun, I assure you. It was friendly, because we’re both overachievers.” It pained her to put Greer, the eternal social butterfly that never applied herself to anything, at the same level as herself.

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

For the first time during that entire questioning session, Jiwon could be fully honest. “No. I don’t know anything.” She said, shortly. There was no reason to get caught up into that by adding anything.

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

Greer was her cousin. The answer was so obvious that she almost scoffed before answering, outraged anyone would even ask her that. Blood is thicker than water. Their parents always told them to take care of each other, because their family put a target on their backs for every type of scammer and gold digger. What did it say about her, then, that she was about to lie? “You’re joking, right? We might not have seen eye to eye, sometimes but...” She trailed off, eyes getting lost somewhere far away. Were they ever close? Friends, even? Maybe when they were toddlers, though even then Greer loved antagonizing Jiwon’s aloofness. She shook her head and put on the most offended expression she could muster. “She was my cousin. Maybe instead of trying to get answers that I don’t have out of me, you should be out there, investigating.” She rolled her eyes and got up to stomp away.

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gabemonroe · 2 years

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TASK 001: INITIAL SIT DOWNS

WHO: GABE AND TWO OFFICERS WHERE: AN INTERROGATION ROOM WHEN: 4 PM, THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 29

It was unexpected that Gabe was called in, yet he tried to remind himself that it was likely just routine questioning. The officers likely knew that he was friends with Jesse, who was quite close to Greer, so it could’ve been about that. Or maybe they knew that he served Greer at the off-campus bar he worked at.

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Monroe. We just have a few routine questions we’re asking everyone, to get a clearer photo of what happened.

“No problem, happy to help in whatever way I can.” Gabe knew that he was acting nervous, and willed his breathing to become even and calm. “We can start whenever you all want. How can I help?”

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

“Towards the end of last semester, it was the weekend before the semester ended. I was on the clock that Friday night and she came in. Had a couple friends with her.”

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

“Actually see her? The Thursday before the semester ended, I saw her in passing on the quad.” Nothing unusual about seeing her and not interacting, on campus Gabe didn’t exist to Greer, and he honestly didn’t particularly mind.

“How well did you know Greer?”

“Not super well. We had a customer-bartender relationship. She was friends with a few of my friends, but nothing really between us.”

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

Well, this seemed like a redundant question, but nevertheless Gabe complied. “We didn’t have too much of one, if I’m being honest. We mostly talked when she came into the bar, our circles on campus didn’t cross much.”

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

“Not a thing. I don’t really use social media, plus I was busy with an internship and working. I figured I’d see her back at the bar for welcome back week, thought it was odd but figured she’d have shown up eventually.” How wrong he was about that.

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

“What kind of messed up question is that?” Gabe asked, releasing a sigh as he maintained eye contact. “We may have only really interacted while I was on the clock at the bar, but we had some pretty good conversations then. Even though we moved in different social circles on campus, I never would have wanted her to disappear.” Would anyone actually answer yes to this question?

#this is short but he doesn't have much to say really #ogdentask #i didn't proofread so this is just going out into the void #ictask001

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n8-shaw · 2 years

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SECONDARY SIT DOWN - FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30TH

see also: nate’s initial sit down

Nate knew as he entered the interrogation room that this wasn’t going to go well. He could tell what they were thinking as he stepped in, noting every single line in each face as they greeted him. He gave a sardonic bow in response, bobbing his head at the officers as if they were adoring fans - in a way, they were. They looked at him with hungry eyes, seeing an easy person to blame, to hold at fault, to drag by the scruff of the neck in front of the Morrisons.

Once he sat down, glowering at them in the way he had long since perfected, brooding every inch from head to toe, arms crossed in front of his chest and one leg kicked out like he had no worries, like he had all the ease in the world - like the rest of these students, who even if they were at fault, would surely have mommy and daddy pay to get them out of any trouble. That was the way the world worked, after all.

“Did you know anything about the letters? Or why you weren’t included in those who received them?”

A terse shake was all Nate gave, glowering at the officers. When it was clear they were expecting more than that, he sighed, a hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “No. And I wasn’t included because Greer and I have nothing to talk about,” he said, the slightest hint of a growl in his voice. “Like I told you last time. I worked for her family for a few summers. We hooked up a few times. Beyond that, we’re strangers,” he said, his accent growing stronger, coating his words as he emphasized them.

“You’re on the rowing team, aren’t you?”

Nate looked up at the officer who asked, eyes flashing upwards the only movement before he nodded. “Yeah. And yeah, Greer was cox. But I only do single scull unless they need someone to fill in. And I’m more of a swimmer. As you should know, considering you dragged me out of the pool last time,” he said, unable to resist throwing that in with a sneer. “Really, I was only recruited for the rowing team for numbers,” he muttered.

“Mr. Shaw, surely you realize how serious this is. As mentioned, another student said it was likely you would have more information on Ms. Morrison’s whereabouts. Do you have any idea why that is?”

Nate scowled. There were a lot of reasons why Jesse would’ve said that complete bull - and it mostly was beginning and ending with him being a colossal piece of shit. “I don’t know,” he said, the words coming out through his teeth. “Maybe because he knew I worked for their family in the summer. Or maybe, it was just because he was trying to get the attention off himself and was lying. Which you would know, if you questioned him again,” he said, blatantly playing dumb - it was easy to pretend that he had no idea they had called Jesse in again. Or Parisa, already having asked her about what he had....shared the previous interview.

After Nate spoke, there was an echo of silence around the room, the officers glancing at each other. The file in one of their hands was dropped to the table, a heavy sigh following the action as they realized they had played their last card. They had nothing more to say to him.

For now.

“Well, Ms. Davani did confirm the, uh, information you shared last time. We appreciate your forthrightness in sharing more information.”

He could tell they were displeased. That what Nate had said turned out to be true. It wasn’t easy to pin the blame on someone like Jesse, and if he had been right about Nate, it would’ve been all too easy to point fingers. He knew this. He had been at the brunt of the exact same shit before. He wasn’t surprised - no, he just felt the slight bit of resistance he had held decaying, floundering under the weight of the realization that this was what it always was going to be.

Time after time - he was always going to be the easy one to blame.

“We will let you know if we have further questions. You can go, Mr. Shaw - I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of you.”

Nate got up and stalked out of the room without saying anything further. There was nothing more to say. They had made up their minds from the second Jesse had mentioned Nate’s name. And he knew that no matter what he did, no matter what he said, no matter what other information there was or who may actually be to blame for Greer running away from Ogden - he would get dragged into it. He was a scholarship student, with no influential connections, with no money, and a record. That was just the way it worked.

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aletheapierce · 2 years

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maybe alethea should have called their dad. he was a lawyer afterall. but he did that corporate white collar bullshit or something, she never really knew if she was being honest. it had been one of the best days of her life when her mother declared that if alethea wanted to pursue dance over law or economics she would allow it.

but everyone was getting questioned, it was routine. it made sense. greer was gone, and alethea had been one of her closer friends. they’re surprised it took this long for anything to come of it in the first place. but even they hadn’t made any indication that they were worried...

“miss pierce, we’re ready for you.” the tall woman stepped out, offering a kind smile that alethea knew at least not to trust. she pulled her sweater tighter around her frame and stood up from the seat she’d been waiting on. her fingers picked at each other as she stepped into the room, it was sterile and poorly lit. no wonder people confessed to things they didn’t know here.

the woman sat down and indicated for alethea to do the same. they sighed and slipped into the chair, not sure how they were supposed to act in this kind of scenario.

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

"uh” she wracked her brain, the dates of the summer and last semester swimming without attachment to land in her mind. “i texted her a couple times throughout the summer, to no response, but the last conversation was right before graduation, i think?” it all blurred together for alethea these days. “i was moving out, and she came around to say goodbye. typical end of year stuff, you know...” her voice trailed off and she dropped her gaze back to her hands. had it really been that long? the detective across from her didn’t show any indication of what she was thinking, instead just casually jotting something down and offering another one of those soft smiles. was it supposed to be comforting?

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

“same time, the day before graduation when i moved out for the summer.” her voice was flatter this time, a bit annoyed with the repeat answer. “she came by as i finished packing up. we said goodbye’s told each other we’d keep in touch over the summer, and when we came back in the fall we’d have the best year yet.” it was a bit of a stretch, but that’s essentially what their last conversation had been. “and yea...i guess that was the last time...” it was slowly hitting her, that greer wasn’t here. that greer was missing. the emotions were too complex for alethea to sort out in that moment, especially not in front of cops. the detective against the wall moved toward them now, directing the next question at her.

“How well did you know Greer?”

this almost made them laugh. “i would say pretty well, we’ve been friends since freshman year.” it was true. alethea wouldn’t have survived past the first month without greer. she had replaced her mother with the girl, who was even more eager to bring alethea into a new world under her control. “we did almost everything together. so you know.” she shrugged, resisting the urge to bring her feet onto the chair with her and to tuck her knees under her chin. others were questioning how well they knew greer at this point, but alethea wasn’t. while she didn’t know everything, she knew enough. “how well do you know your best friends?” the question slipped out, sharper than they had intended. the detectives exchanged a glance and gave a chuckle before moving on without an answer.

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

“why do you keep repeating the same question with different words?” once again they couldn’t stop the question. their voice more forceful and sarcastic than it typically was with authority. she was supposed to respect them, to be afraid of them. but right now she was just getting more and more annoyed, and sad, and angry. at them, at greer, at this whole situation. “she was one of my best friends. it’s how every relationship is. we did a lot together, helped each other out, partied, shared clothes. i don’t think i have to explain anymore?” especially not the reality of what a friendship with greer actually looked like. the male detective took a sip of his coffee, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, but he made no move to say anything more.

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

alethea went back to picking at her nails, ignoring the gnawing in her chest. it was getting to be too much these days, as if it wanted to drown her. “no...” it was soft, it was sad. alethea didn’t bother masking it for this answer. “i figured she was in europe or something. she did that kind of thing. i was at an intensive all summer, so i was a little preoccupied.” how did best friends not see each other during the summer? well it was easy for alethea, have a demanding hobby and you rarely saw anyone in your free time. “i knew if she was gonna be close by she’d reach out. but i figured we’d both arrive back at school with stories to share and pick up right where we left off.” that’s how it was supposed to be anyway. the detectives took a few more notes and alethea wanted to melt through the floor. maybe she should have called her dad after all. but then she’d have to put up with her mother and...this felt easier.

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

“absolutely not!” alethea scoffs, voice raised, as if the question alone is offensive and absurd. “she was one of my best friends, and i know she can be a bit dramatic but…I miss her.” their demeanor shifts, her teeth catching her lip as she ponders the thought even more. “i don’t know why she would do this, but i hope she’s safe. and i hope she comes home soon…i-i just don’t know how to be in the place without her? You know?” alethea continues quietly, her eyes shifting to her fingers, picking at the skin around her nails. they’re bleeding now, her mother would be furious. but she has an inkling of why greer might not be here, and the thought alone surges a layer of anger alethea has been trying to swallow her whole life.

“is that all detectives?” her voice is soft again, the sweet demeanor she is remembered by. the lady smiles again, her face matching alethea’s tone. the man doesn’t move, either bored or skepetical. either of which alethea cannot blame him for. “yes, we’re done. thanks for coming in miss pierce.” alethea grimaces at this but offers a shallow smile. the chair squeaks as it drags across the floor and she follows the lady out, taking one moment to glance at the man as he stares at her. and for a second her eyes harden before she disappears through the doorway.

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rewdmello · 2 years

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IN CHARACTER TASK 001 : INITIAL SIT DOWNS

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

Oh how he hated this. Not even just the part about being sat down and interrogated by cops, but the very aspect of having to share. Having to remember a now part of his history that he wasn’t entirely proud of. The topic of Greer still a little raw given what had occurred between them the last time he’d actually seen her. “It’s been a while.” He fibbed, as his eyes met the cops that was staring back at him. “I was her tutor so it was at least before whenever her last test would have been. You can do the math there I suppose?”

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

The urge to say ‘the same time I last spoke to her’ was almost too great. What a follow up question. Almost had him questioning the professionalism of Ogden’s finest, but he didn’t. He let the ridiculousness of the question fly past him as he sat back and thought on the last time he’d seen Greer. “Last time I saw her, she was with that boyfriend of hers. They always seemed so happy. Guess you never really know what’s going on behind closed doors though am I right?”

“How well did you know Greer?”

“Well the one thing I will say about Greer.. It was hard to be on campus without knowing her. That was kind of her whole schtick. She liked to be known.” Carew offered. It was the least he could give them considering he found his first two answers, entirely unhelpful. “I know she was brighter than she gave herself credit for. Just needed a sense of direction.”

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

“You’re reaching if you’re asking if it was more than any student tutor relationship. I’m well aware of the rumors, but they’re full of shit. Greer and I were not hooking up. There was no secret rendezvous. It was just studying. She had a boyfriend whom I’m assuming she was very loyal too. And if she wasn’t, it had nothing to do with me.”

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

At this point Carew found himself tired. Tired of thinking about Greer, tired of answering questions, and tired of being looked at like he was some sort of criminal. He found his ability to maintain eye contact starting to slip as he glanced instead down at his fingers that were drumming against the table while he waited for his next question. Had he seen her that summer? Well yes, briefly at the very beginning but... “No. Like I said, our relationship ended just before her last test at the end of last term.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

Carew shifted in his seat as the question was asked. While the answer felt obvious to him, he knew they wouldn't be asking if they didn't suspect he at the very least had something to do with it. And that alone was enough to make him just the slightest bit uncomfortable. "Of course not." He said sternly. Sitting up a little taller as though to show them that they didn't make him feel small. "Greer was a pain in the butt, but she was doing really well. I was helping her study for exams. That's pretty much it. Why would I want someone to disappear who was paying me to help them? Seems a little counter productive don't you think?"

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mari-zuko · 2 years

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INITIAL SIT DOWNS

Mari knew it was only a matter of time before she was called in by the officers. She was publicly friends with Greer, the two close enough that you could be guaranteed to see them out together at least once a week, and not to mention her father being the dean. Surely that would make them want to talk to her sooner rather than later. And she wasn’t wrong, Mari being called in on one of the first few days, showing up to the office in the faculty building that had commandeered, only to be greeted by her father waiting outside.

“What are you doing here?” Mari asked, the words quiet as her eyes darted between her father - Dean Zuko - and the door through which the officers were waiting.

“I’m not going to let them question you without me present, are you kidding?” he said quietly, reaching to grasp Mari’s shoulder as he guided her into the room, sitting down in the seat next to her. Even as he released her, Mari could feel his grip on her shoulder, the grasp of his fingers weighty, a tangible reminder of the expectations that sat upon her shoulders. Mari’s breath came quickly, her eyes unfocused as she did her best to remain calm, even as her mind was shouting - Greer is missing, Greer is missing, Greer is missing. She swallowed, taking one more deep breath and holding it in - staving off her body’s desire to start hyperventilating - before she exhaled, her perfect mask back on as she met the officers eyes, a smile befitting of a sorority president crossing her face.

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

"Last May, I guess?” Mari said, her voice clear and her posture straight - training as a dancer coming in handy here, as she perched in the chair in front of the officers - her head angling ever so slightly towards one side. She knew the exact angle to tip to, lengthening her slim neck, widening her eyes just enough that she appeared guileless, an expression she had long since perfected. “I mean, with an answer at least. I’m perennially online, you know. All the girls have to be able to reach me - I’m the president of Kappa Kappa Gamma - and even my friends who aren’t one of my sisters know I can go a little insane when I can’t get in touch with someone,” she admitted, tipping her eyes downwards as the slightest blush rose to her cheeks. The downcast expression held for a beat, just long enough that she appeared embarrassed, before looking back up at the cops. “So yeah, I mean I reached out to Greer when I didn’t hear from her. But the last time we spoke was right after graduation last year.”

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

"Same,” Mari answered after a beat, eyes not moving from the officer’s as she answered, her lips parting ever so slightly. “I had an internship for most of the summer, so I wasn’t planning on seeing her. I think we hung out the night before we left. Or two nights before we left? Some time right at the end of the year,” she elaborated.

“Mari’s internship was at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum,” Dean Zuko chimed in, obviously wanting to impress the officers - not that they likely knew much about art history, but they both gave the proper impressions of being impressed by that.

“How well did you know Greer?”

Mari took an inhale, one that could’ve been interpreted as a gasp if anyone was really paying attention - though the clueless blinking of her eyes probably distracted from that. “I don’t know really know, I guess. I mean we were friends, close friends,” at that Mari paused, her tongue darting out to run over her lower lip. Her stomach was in knots - she had been dancing around the truth since she sat down, but this of course, this would be a lie. She knew her intimately, sometimes she felt like she knew her better than she knew herself. Granted, as much of herself as Mari had gotten into the habit of hiding, that wouldn’t be that unbelievable. “I’d like to think I knew her well. But the Greer I knew....wouldn’t do this. So I guess I’m just confused,” she finally said, the expression on her face for all the world passing as a confused friend, rather than a jilted lover.

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

A few bats of her eyelashes were the first response, again. Their relationship. How to answer that? She had been managed to dodge an outright lie with saying how well she knew her, but this was...a bit more direct. Mari had a brief moment, a whirring panic of thoughts if they had asked everyone this, or wondering if someone had said something. “Like I said. Friends. We went out together a lot. We would have girl’s nights in a lot. Things like that. Very normal, typical friendship,” she added. She cut herself off from saying anything more, knowing that the worst liars were the ones who threw in too many details. It was a normal friendship. Nothing to justify, nothing to explain.

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

A quick shake of her head was the only answer Mari gave them at first, swallowing as she tried to hold her composure in. “No. I haven’t heard from her at all, and everyone I talked to - the usual crew, you know - wasn’t with her either. I don’t know where she’d be or who she’d be with, honestly,” she continued, the words small. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, her eyes going distant before she shrugged. “She loved spending the summer at their Hamptons house. It’s...I don’t know. Strange.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

Mari looked up at the person asking questions, disbelief etched in every line of her face. “Surely you don’t mean that,” she said, her lips pursed out. She tilted her chin up slightly, angling it in a practiced movement to show off more of her long neck, her eyes staying on the other’s face as she appraised them for a moment, before blinking her gaze downwards. “Of course not. She was one of my friends, like I said,” Mari repeated. “Probably my closest friend, outside of my sorority. Sisters, and all,” she added, a wry smile coming over her face for the briefest moment, the irony of the statement not lost on her, though of course, no one else would understand it. Besides Greer. And Greer wasn’t there.

“Besides. It’s Greer. I do think I know her better than a lot of people on campus. She’s probably just having some wild adventure and decided not to charge her phone. She’ll turn back up with stories to make everyone jealous,” Mari said, the slightest sigh leaving her lips after the words. She let her eyes blink downwards again, lashes sweeping over her cheeks before she looked back up at the two men doing the questioning, before glancing towards her father again. “Is that it?” Mari asked. “Or did you need anything else from me?”

At that, her father took the cue, standing up from his chair to hold out his hand, offering both of the officers a handshake. “You know where to find us if you need anything more. Obviously, we - Mari and I myself both - want to help as much as possible.”

#feat. greer #ogdentask #ictask001

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mattydasilva · 2 years

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Found Taping of Interview With: Mateus Da Silva.

“Hello Mr. Silva, how-“

“Da Silva.”

“Right, apologies Mr. Da Silva. I’m Officer Brian Smith. Now, we just have a couple questions regarding Greer Morrison.”

“Shocking, I thought you were here for a job interview. Can you hurry it up, I have conditioning soon.”

“When did you last speak to Ms. Morrison?”

“End of may, when we lost in Nationals.”

“You two aren’t very close?”

“Astute observation, officer.”

“Was that also the same time you last saw her?”

“I’m starting to see why they hired you for the position.”

“The sarcasm isn’t necessary, please just answer the questions so you may attend your practice.”

“So I may att-” the voice cuts off with a scoff, before returning to its bored sound. “Yes, that was the last time I saw her.”

“Can you describe your relationship with Ms. Morrison a little bit?”

“We were doubles partners.”

“Is that all?”

a taping sound begun. seemingly against the metal desk. tap tap tap- “Yep.”

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

“I just told you earlier the last time I saw or heard from her was in May. Why the fuck would I care what she does outside of tennis?”

“Language, please, Mr. Da Silva.” silence, as if waiting for the other voice to give verbal confirmation. “You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

“I believe you were calling her Ms. Morrison earli-”

“Mr. Da Silva.”

an echo rang as something seemed to hit the same metal desk from earlier. “We were the best in our conference, why would I waste a free ticket to Nationals?”

“Okay, that is all for today. Thank-“

“Today?”

“We might have to-“

“Whatever, I have to go to practice now. Next time, talk to my attorney, so I don’t have to waste my time with this bullshit.” a door slam echos through the tape before the recording ends.

#ictask001 #ogdentask #may or may not have done this for fun last night so i might as well post it #hope its fine??? even if its like from before i existed

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idaclarke · 2 years

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this wasn’t her first time talking to the police, and she didn’t care the first times, and certainly didn’t care now. they’d escorted her into a sterile room, given her a cup of terrible coffee and left her there to stew. she leaned back, fingers running across the rim of the cup as she waited, sighing. couldn’t they just get on with this?

“sorry for the wait ms. clarke.” a man dressed in a poorly tailored suit slide across from her. “no problem at all, surely y’all are so busy mr...” she squinted her eyes as if looking for a nameplate that wasn’t there. “brown, and this is detective smith.” he nodded as the other man walked in, giving a tight smile to ida. she returned it warmly with a wide one of her own. “we won’t keep you long, just a few questions we’re asking everyone. so no need to worry.” detective brown smile, tearing her attention away and she smiled at him with a nod. “of course, i’m an open book.”

he cleared his throat as she took a sip of the shitty coffee, trying not to grimace at it. “so ms. clarke-” she waved her hand. “you can call me ida, you make me feel like my mother when you call me that.” she chuckled and he just nodded, “ida, when did you last speak to greer?”

she thought seriously about this, glancing up at the ceiling. “oh, i don’t know. you don’t keep track of those things when you know you’re gonna see someone again. but i spose...within that last week of classes around graduation. i probably sent her a text during the summer that was unanswered, but i just figured she was having too much fun to respond.” she shrugged, sighing wistfully as she met the eyes of detective brown again. he seemed satisfied with her answer. detective smith remained stoic.

“alrighty well, when did you last actually see greer?” ida knew exactly, it was two days before graduation. she’d attempted to bring greer into a conversation, smooth out the rough edges of their once friendship. but it hadn’t ended exactly how ida had hoped it would. “probably around the same time, in passing during that stressful time we call finals. everything is a bit of a blur between the papers and exams, and a few...celebrations. but it wasn’t unusual, nothing stands out sadly. if i had known well...” she looked down sadly and waved her hand before leaning back. “i don’t want to go down there.” she bit her lip, holding back the few tears that formed. “anyway, can we move to the next question please?”

“of course, i assume it’s safe to assume you knew her well?” detective smith leaned over now, asking a question as detective brown scribbled a few things down. “well, we were closer a few years ago than we are now, i ain’t her best friend, i can tell ya that.” ida kept her voice low, playing with the cuticles of her fingers now. “but knew each other enough to say hello, share a few laughs, those kind of things...” she trailed off now, looking up sadly at detective smith. he reciprocated with a similar smile. “so what was your relationship with greer like?” detective smith jutted in again, now ida was getting annoyed, but she didn’t let it show.

why couldn’t they ask more interesting questions? “i uh, we were good friends my sophomore year, and then you know how life goes in college...people drift a part. majors get in the way, you make new friends, all that. but we remained friendly, nothin’ terribly excitin’ there i’m sorry. just the normal life of friendships.” ida offered with a genuine plead of her eyes, hands coming up to tuck her blonde hair behind her ears. “we’re not looking for exciting, just the truth.” she nodded, of course.

“have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?” detective brown asked softly, tilting his head to look at her. ida reached up to pat under her cheeks as if brushing away tears. “just the rumors i spose, you know the ones. she’s in greece, no she’s in the hamptons, she ran away with a prince...nothin’ terrible thankfully. just that she found a better life to live. something we’d all like to do at some point.” she was back to fiddling with her hands. god she was really selling this sad, worried friend. “i like to think that’s these are true you know? that she’s partyin’ or havin’ the best time ever. not what...i hope it’s true.” she stops herself, sniffles and nods, looking back at the detectives with a tight-lip. “sorry, i just don’t like to think that way.” detective brown gave another sympathetic nod, detective smith said nothing.

“last question and then you can go ida, but you wouldn’t have wanted greer to disappear, would you?”

ida looked on in shock, her hand lightly coming up to rest gently against her heart. “absolutely not, that is an awful thing to suggest.” her accent was thick, and her eye-lashes long as she stared up at the officers with sadness and fear. “we weren’t close anymore, you know how college friendships go, but i would never wish something like her disappearing. in fact i was hoping to mend our friendship, it’s my senior year you know, and i didn’t want to leave without spending time with people i admired and enjoyed.” she sighed softly, directing her gaze back to her hands with a level of shame. “i hope she’s doing something she enjoys, taking a leave of absence from school or somethin’ like that. and not…well you know the other side to that i’m sure. It would be a tragedy to lose someone like greer, ya know?” she questioned them seemingly genuinely, a sad smile spreading across her lips. “i’m sorry, i just, am so distraught at this news. it feels unreal.”

“i know, i know. thanks for answering our questions ida. we really appreciate it.” detective brown lead once again, standing up and indicating for ida to do the same. she followed. “thank you, for all y’all are doin’ really.” with that she made her leave, arms crossed over her contemplatively.

#ogdentask #ictask001

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n8-shaw · 2 years

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INITIAL SIT DOWNS - THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8TH

Nate had an unhealthy fear of cops. Understandably, really, for a kid who had spent some time in juvie at fifteen, and then had arson pinned on him at eighteen. A lot of the kids who he had gone to school with in Sag Harbor - those in his tax bracket, at least - felt the same. When the only thing you could count on them for was to fuck you over, it was understandable. As it was, Nate lived with a hint of paranoia anytime he spotted a cop, even if he hadn’t done anything wrong. He had long since learned he didn’t need to do anything wrong to face consequences for it. With the cops milling about on campus, thanks to Greer (and did those motherfuckers ever actually do any work?), Nate had been walking around tense since homecoming, about ready to jump out of his skin.

Even though somewhere, in a logical part of his brain, Nate knew he wouldn’t be near the top of the list for people they asked about Greer - there were plenty of people who knew more about her than he did, even if he had worked for the Morrison family for a few summers - he couldn’t help but feel as if they were coming to grab him every single time he saw one of the police on campus. A few days went by - more people starting to talk about having sat down with the cops, what they were asking, what they wanted to know. Of course, Nate only heard this through whispers, rumors, and though perhaps it should’ve eased his nerves, it did the exact opposite.

But, as it often did with Nathaniel Shaw, his negativity eventually proved to be accurate, because Thursday morning, near the end of the morning swim practice (always at the crack of dawn, though it had well cemented a habit of rising early for Nate), the cops showed up at the pool. Looking for none other than Nate.

There was nothing quite as humiliating than having to pull yourself out of the pool, clad in nothing but a speedo in the face of cops who wanted to question you, Nate’s jaw clenched with rage as he did so. Can I least go change? The words were spit out, sardonic in the way he clearly had no respect for the officers, though they did allow him to do so. One of them looked like he was serious debating saying no and dragging Nate through campus in his suit - which some people probably would’ve enjoyed, Nate thought with an amused smirk as he was changing - they let him go grab his sweats and t-shirt he had come to practice in, changing before he was escorted out.

Escorted. By the officers. Across campus.

Well, that was sure to get rumors going.

“When did you last speak to Greer?”

Nate was sitting in the room they had commandeered to do their questioning, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked at the table in front of him, not making eye contact with the cops. His general nerves around them probably didn’t help his case at the moment, but they had just fucking dragged him across campus. Because of course they did. He looked up at the question, one eyebrow raising slightly. “When did I last speak to Greer?” he echoed. “I genuinely couldn’t tell you. Not directly, at least. I avoided her and her whole crew as much as possible.”

“When did you last actually see Greer?”

Another stupid fucking question. Did anyone actually come in here with actual answers to these questions? Like, oh, yeah, June 2nd at 11:51 PM. The only people who would do that would be fucking narcs who were trying to hide something. “I don’t know. I...at the end of last year some time, I guess? I mean, we live, lived....live across the hall from each other,” he said, stuttering across the past or present tense, unsure which would make him look worse. “I saw her all the time, in the sense of physically seeing her.”

“How well did you know Greer?”

“Not well?” Nate said, his eyebrows raising up on his forehead. “I moved to Sag Harbor when I was fifteen, and the summer after my freshman year of high school, I needed a part time job, so I was a pool boy for some of the rich families with second - or third, or fourth - homes there,” he said, the slightest curl of his upper lip giving away how he really felt about working for those pretentious fucks. “Including the Morrison’s. But it’s not like I was, like, hanging out with her. We partied together a few times, had similar social circles. Slept together, like, once. Twice. But you don’t have to know somebody to do that,” he pointed out.

One of the cops glanced up at Nate from where he was taking notes, his face impassive as he listened to the answer. “Was Greer there the night you burnt down the model home?”

Nate froze, glancing towards the cop, his face growing dark with anger as he brought up that night, of all things. “Yes,” Nate answered stiffly, his jaw clenched, knowing that arguing that he wasn’t the one who set the place on fire wouldn’t help anything. According to the records - though he faced no charges - he was. He couldn’t get away from that.

The officer just nodded, his face turning back down to his notes, leaving Nate fuming, his jaw twisting from one side to the other as his hands clenched into fists under the table, trying to restrain his anger at this bullshit.

“What was your relationship with Greer like?”

“What fucking relationship?” Nate said, unable to help the retort, the wheels truly coming off the tracks now. “I didn’t know her. All I know is that she was a fucking dick to my gi...friend, a dick to me, a dick to everyone, including the people she supposedly liked. We didn’t have any sort of personal relationship,” he said, a general look of disbelief on his face as he looked up at the officer who had asked, his expression making it clear just how stupid he thought that question was.

“You still slept with her, though,” the officer pointed out.

“Yeah, and?” Nate said. “So did half the fucking campus it seems like. And that was back when we were in high school. It was a hook-up after I broke up with my girlfriend. The opposite of any sort of relationship,” he muttered, slumping back in his seat with a glare at the cop who had asked.

“So you wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

“I couldn’t give a fuck one way or the other if Greer was here,” he answered, his words spit out with a hint of bite as his expression turned into a scowl. “She’s a spoiled rich entitled princess. So are half the people on this campus. Trust me when I say one less won’t make much of a difference,” he said. “At least not for people who aren’t…in that crowd or whatever. I suppose the people who let their whole life revolve around her will feel differently. But I’m not one of them. We didn’t even speak, I don’t think about her enough to want her to disappear,” Nate said, his voice impatient in his exasperation.

“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?”

“No.” Nate said firmly, his eyes meeting the officers with a straight on glare, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he held the eye contact. “Like I said, we didn’t even speak. I’m probably one of the last people she would’ve told,” he said.

The officers glanced between each other, an eerie feeling going up Nate’s spine as they did so, slumping further into his seat as if to make himself smaller. Less threatening, perhaps.

“A Mr. Hart told us that you guys grew up together. That you might know more, being that you were out in the Hamptons this summer.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me. You already know she wasn’t in the Hamptons, her fucking family reported her missing because they were there without her,” Nate said, unable to help but snap upright in his seat, leaning forward as he stared at the officers in disbelief. He let out a scoff of a laugh, shaking his head as exactly what they had said set in. “You’re going to believe some rich piece of shit who probably rolled up with a lawyer, aren’t you? Maybe do your actual jobs instead of just finding the easiest fucking person to blame it on and calling it quits,” he said, his voice practically a snarl before he stood up, pushing the chair back with a clatter, his six foot five frame towering over the officers as they stayed in their seats.

“Can I go now, or did you have more stupid fucking questions?” he asked, waiting for them to indicate he could leave before turning towards the door, practically stomping his way out.

As he reached the door, he reached out, hand settling on the knob before stopping, not turning to look back at the cops before he spoke again.

“Jesse was fucking Greer even though she had a boyfriend,” he said. “I know because I slept with Greer’s roommate and he was there with Greer that night. Video proof of me with Parisa too, so maybe you should think long and hard about which one of us you think is actually lying to you,” Nate continued, throwing them one glance over his shoulder before swinging the door open, leaving the room with his shoulders squared, his jaw clenched in anger.

#ogdentask #ictask001 #this turned into a novel thanks to jamie #LMFAOOOOOOO #thankful for these gifs of him being #INTERROGATED

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