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Post by mcf on Jan 22, 2018 13:36:38 GMT
Hi, Your task is to describe a Detective Inspector arriving at a crime scene. You should describe the setting in detail, give an impression of a hard boiled detective, use dialogue between Detective Inspector and lower ranking office and also describe the body and details of who would also be there. There are certain aspects you must include: Detective Inspector is in his forties Male Overweight Unshaven Body has been discovered in Spylaw Park It is a cold December morning Body discovered by dog walker Victim is your choice Hope this helps.  |
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Post by Luke Gardiner on Feb 2, 2018 8:35:05 GMT
The mist hung low on a crisp, spine-tingling December morning. The frosting air bit at anyone’s lungs like a rabid dog. The sounds of endlessly whispering wind was broken by the sound of footsteps, light unlike the scenery for such a time of year. The dog smelt it first, the keen nose which had visited this place many times before detected a sharp scent coming from behind the tree. The lady followed and the sound emitting from her mouth, a scream to wake the dead.
Detective Inspector Jack Vincent stumbled out of his car, a Ford Fiesta. Nothing special but it did it’s job and now he must do his. Jack or “Jackie” to his friends, not that he had many after the kerfuffle at the Coos’ Heid last October. An unimpressive man by all accounts. Stout, short and shaggy bearded, he wiped his bloodshot eyes of the thought of bed.
A middle-aged woman and her dog sat on a bench being interviewed by Detectives Jarvis and Stoney. She looked pale, as if her soul had left her. Shaking, she glanced at the detectives then turned back to herself. That low-lying mist had cleared for clouds and a bracing wind, forecast for Scotland till July. The body was pinned to a tree, three spiked disks through the arms and chest.
Vincent was approached by his partner, Detective Constable Henderson. A nice man, not well suited for this line of work but like everyone, he has to make a living somehow. He was clean-shaven, smartly dressed and in no way a reflection of the man who had just stumbled onto a crime scene 20 minutes late. Glancing at his phone, Jack noticed 5 missed calls from his wife. Rolling his eyes, he placed the phone back in his pocket.
“Sir” Henderson said. “Yes?” replied Vincent. “It’s a terrible thing, poor man.” “Henderson, that’s your problem.” “What is sir?” “Too much compassion. Show too much emotion in this job, you become a prime target for a knife in the back.” “Duly noted, we’ve ID’d the body. Simon Sinclair, 24, unemployed.“
Sinclair had one of those faces. They can appear multiple times in your life. Of course, to Vincent every victim had that same face. Like they were being modelled for death. He wore a blue hoodie, with grey jeans. The man’s eyes had rolled back into his head like 2 moons parallel to each other, but that’s not what interested Vincent. The look on his face said it all, this was personal. That’s a killer’s first mistake.
“Vincent! How nice to see you for once!” said a woman’s voice. “Superintendent Marsh.” Vincent declared through gritted teeth. This was one problem even he couldn’t solve. How did she always appear at the worst times possible? She decided to run her mouth to someone else today. Vincent let out a sigh. “Henderson!” Yes, sir?” “Give me everything about his relationships with friends, family, anyone!I’ve got a lead.”
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Post by mcf on Feb 17, 2018 14:26:45 GMT
The mist hung low creates a sinsiter mood on a crisp, spine-tingling not sure this phrase is suitable in this context? December morning. The frosting air bit effective use of imagery to highlight the intensity of the cold at anyone’s lungs like a rabid dog. The sounds of endlessly whispering wind was broken by the sound of footsteps, light unlike the scenery for such a time of year. The dog smelt it like the vagueness and mystery createdfirst, the keen nose which had visited this place many times before detected a sharp scent coming from behind the tree. The lady followed and the sound emitting from her mouth, a scream to wake the dead. Detective Inspector Jack Vincent stumbled out of his car, a Ford Fiesta. Nothing special but it did it’s job and now he must do his. Jack or “Jackie” to his friends, not that he had many after the kerfuffle at the Coos’ Heid last October. An unimpressive man by all accounts. Stout, short and shaggy bearded, he wiped his bloodshot eyes of the thought of bed. fantastic characterisation - truly a hard boiled detectiveA middle-aged woman and her dog sat insert adjective on a bench being interviewed by Detectives rank?Jarvis and Stoney. She looked pale, as if her soul had left her. Shaking, she glanced at the detectives then turned back to herself. That low-lying mist had cleared for clouds and a bracing wind, forecast for Scotland till July. The body was pinned to a tree, three spiked disks through the arms and chest. Vincent was approached by his partner, Detective Constable Henderson. A nice man, not well suited for this line of work but like everyone, he has to make a living somehow. He was clean-shaven, smartly dressed and in no way a reflection of the man who had just stumbled onto a crime scene 20 minutes late. Glancing at his phone, Jack noticed 5 missed calls from his wife. Rolling his eyes, he placed the phone back in his pocket. fragile personal life is implied“Sir” Henderson said. “Yes?” replied Vincent. “It’s a terrible thing, poor man.” “Henderson, that’s your problem.” “What is sir?” “Too much compassion. Show too much emotion in this job, you become a prime target for a knife in the back.” “Duly noted, we’ve ID’d the body. Simon Sinclair, 24, unemployed.“ Sinclair had one of those faces. They can appear multiple times in your life. Of course, to Vincent every victim had that same face. Like they were being modelled for death . He wore a blue hoodie, with grey jeans. The man’s eyes had rolled back into his head like 2 moons parallel to each other, but that’s not what interested Vincent. The look on his face said it all, this was personal. That’s a killer’s first mistake. “Vincent! How nice to see you for once!” said a woman’s voice. “Superintendent Marsh.” Vincent declared through gritted teeth. This was one problem even he couldn’t solve. How did she always appear at the worst times possible? She decided to run her mouth to someone else today. Vincent let out a sigh. “Henderson!” Yes, sir?” “Give me everything about his relationships with friends, family, anyone!I’ve got a lead.” |
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