[001] A colorful intro | Action/Dictated

[fuckinga]

(Action):

Where the fuck am I?

[She reaches down to her pants and when her hands touch her Detective’s badge there she’s relieved. Well, at least she still has that on her. Of course she has no idea that around here it’s not really going to do any good in the slightest. She’s right outside a fucking castle. She starts to walk around, keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of a police department. They’re bound to be able to answer her questions there after all. After a while she realizes that she’s not getting anywhere so she starts to rush after someone who looks like a local here with her badge held out.]

Detective Debra Morgan, Miami Metro I have…

[She stops rushing after them, clutching her side as there’s another pain there. She lifts up her shirt a little, looking at the wound. There’s blood around the stitches]

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

(Dictated):

Okay can someone tell me where the fuck I am and direct me in the way of the police force here. Fuck...and maybe a doctor too.

[Short and sweet and she does not sound amused.]

Comments

[fuckinga]

(Deb pauses a little at the answer to her question. Sure, it's not something everyone would say but it's not a completely strange answer either. Being a cop she knows all about shooting someone for a reason...or for no reason and really she can't blame the other woman for being cautious. Besides, she doesn't know what she's had to deal with in her life and from the looks of her? She's been through quite a bit.)

...I guess that's a fair point. But trust me, there was no reason for it. I was just out in a parking lot with my boyfriend and...bang.

(Why did she have to think of Lundy? That makes her wince a little, the vision of him lying on the cold concrete and dying before her eyes. She'll just pass it off as the wound though.)