something so tragic about you [p w/ fawna]

Ah, it’s fine ^^ I’ll have my Character up when I get on my tablet

Here's my baby : It's just a quick form that I'll add onto later tomorrow

Ah yes I love him. I added some stuff onto my character's form as well.

Anyways, how should we start it off?

Alright and how should they meet exactly?

Ah yes, thank you ^^ I will now start us off.

Davis was most likely feeling an adrenaline rush. It has taken a long while but now hopefully, he would finally be able to get a murderer off the streets. This murderer was somewhat sloppy but almost committed the perfect crimes. Davis was by himself, having said earlier that he would be able to handle apprehending the murderer by himself. He felt around on his belt, making sure that he had handcuffs and his gun attached to his belt. And now, Davis was making his way to where he had concluded that the murderer was staying. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the gun and he pulled his gun out of its holder. He had debated on whether or not he should kick the door down.

But, he decided against it and was happily agreeing with himself when he picked the semi-rusty lock. Davis also made his presence known in the room, just to alert the murderer... if the murderer was in here of course. His guard was up as he looked around, thinking of how he could lure the other male out. “Come out Jackson.” He spoke, having known the murderer’s name once some searching and digging was done to find the suspect. His other hand rested on his hip where his handcuffs were.

Davis lifted his cranium up and looked at the stairs. Of course, Jackson must be upstairs. He started to go up the staircase, one stair at a time so that he was being quiet and careful. He was aware that the majority of suspects would have some type of weapon on them whenever they got caught so he had to acknowledge that Jackson might have a weapon. But, hopefully, he might be able to talk Jackson down... though, he wasn't really good at talking someone down and backing out of something. "Jackson..." Davis repeated Jackson's name again as he was at the top of the staircase. Was Davis nervous? Very much so, yes. But he could not let his nervousness get in the way of his job right now.

"Jackson, why don't you come outside with your hands up and then we can talk?" Davis called out, back pressed against the wall as his voice was cracking the silence that loomed over. He hoped Jackson would be cooperative with him and not make this difficult.

Not getting a response was quite unnerving for Davis. He’d been nervous about this, not knowing what would happen and even his heartrate was starting to pick up and accelerate a little. Well, talking looked like it would not work. Davis moves carefully now, keeping his back to the wall until he got to a door, hoping that would be the room that Jackson was in. He reached out with his free hand to grab the doorknob and jiggle it to see if it was unlocked or locked. He still held onto his gun, just in case it was needed, burn he would put it away if he had to just so that he wouldn’t seem like a threat. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek as he slowly started to turn the doorknob, finding it unlocked and then he opened the door which made a loud creaking sound.

When Davis stepped into the room, he looked at Jackson and then he looked down to where the gun was. Then he looked back up at Jackson. He did not know why, but he was feeling sympathetic towards Jackson, though he shouldn't be... He was supposed to have come here and arrest Jackson for multiple murders and that would be it. Davis thought that Jackson wasn't like the majority of murderers that he has met. Most seemed agitated and violent when they were about to arrested but Davis did not see this from Jackson. Davis' breath hitched into his throat quietly and he was slowly putting his gun into the holder that was attached to his belt. His other hand had been on his handcuffs but he was slowly moving his hand away from his hip area. He wanted to see if he can try and talk to Jackson, and see if that would help. "Are you nervous? Scared?" Davis was finally speaking to Jackson.

Davis was watching Jackson with an alert yet rather soft gaze. He was wanting to make sure that Jackson was not going to try anything. Davis did not have his hands on the handcuffs that he was originally going to use on Jackson and since his gun was put away, he didn’t seem like a threat. “Well, you shouldn’t be nervous or scared.” He spoke. “I just wanna talk.” Davis added on to his sentence. Something about Jackson made Davis hesitant about arresting him. But what would happen if Davis didn’t arrest Jackson? “Well, my name is Davis... you know my name now.” Davis introduced himself. “And, I’m not going to arrest you.” He admitted.

Davis should have figured that he would get in trouble if he did not arrest Jackson. “Nobody has to know, if I say that you escaped before I could get to you then I won’t get in trouble.” Davis explained to him. “You’re different than other murderers that I’ve met. “Most murderers are aggressive and show agitation when they’re about to be arrested. But you are showing none of that.” Davis told Jackson before continuing. “You’re nervous and scared. But I would like to know why you’re so nervous... murderers aren’t usually nervous.” Davis continued to say, seeming interested in Jackson, there’s was just something about him that made him so interesting.