Making Good {PRIVATE}

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    If you had the option to do better, to help others...Would you take it?


    Our characters are working together at the Commission Of Counter Ghoul. Mine is fully human, yours...Isn't entirely. Yours is a One-eyed ghoul, the result of nature or experiments.


    Paige Tamada:

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    The Virtual One  

    "Morning, partner."


    Paige appeared to have gotten up and dressed before Johnathan. She leaned against the kitchen counter, tapping her leg up and down. The blonde had thrown on jeans and a white t-shirt, with only a jean-jacket to accessorize. Oh, don't get me wrong: She could and even did wear much more extravagant stuff.

    Harp woke up as Paige's voice rang in his ear, and his eyes shot open. Letting out a yawn he sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and using a hand to shake out his bed riddled hair with a yawn, the brown strands still sticking out in certain areas. Truthfully he had been awake for a while, but the lure of sleep had kept him in bed. "Morning" he called out slowly, standing and stretching out whilst trying to ignore his partners obvious charm. They were both relatively new to eachother, and so living in a small apartment was a bit of a jump for them. Add that to the fact that he was different from most other people, and you have yourself a nice mess. Grabbing his clothes that was laid over a chair, he trekked towards the toilets to get changed. When he finally came out he was dressed in blue jeans, with a grey t-shirt on his chest and a grey hoodie in tow, his hair now neatly groomed and sleep gone from his eyes, "What's we got today?" His voice rang out, eyes scanning the counter behind his partner.

    Behind Paige, on the counter, were files. Files pertaining to the disappearance of a high-school girl. Who was possibly taken by a ghoul. That wouldn't surprise Paige; Ghouls could have sick appetites combined with that for human flesh. "Disappearance from a local high school. Daughter of a loan shark didn't come home." she glanced back towards the paper.

    The male quickly walked over towards the files, running his forefinger over his tongue before flicking the pages with a small frown on his face. "Possibly ghoul, however we should be ready to hand this case over to the police if it turns out to be a human. After All, her father is a loanshark" he spoke aloud, brown eyes flickering towards his partner, "what proof do we have to say that she was taken by a ghoul?" He then asked, flickering through the pages to find an answer before she could give him one.