Before You Shoot, Look Into My Eyes ((Private))

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    ||So, I'm thinking that this RP is about a murder scene. Or like a detective group who find out about murders and such. :3, I hope you like :) BTW I CANT RP 3RD PERSON SO MY NAME IS JOSHUA XD||


    I arrived at my grandma's house, just on time. I rang the doorbell. I wonder what kind of games she had planned. The door opened, and there was grandma.
    "Hi!" I shouted, hugging my grandma like a kid. "I missed you." I said, more like the 34 year old detective I am. I kissed my grandma on the cheek. "What games do you have planned for me?" I asked, again acting like a sour little bairn.
    "Grow up!" She snapped. "Oh, and hi!" She said, acting bipolar. "Come in, come in!" She said, welcoming me into her mansion. Or at least her awash house.
    I walked in, and sat down on the comfiest chair in the house. It had a massaging machine on it, so I can lay there all day. I turned on the neck rubber. "Ah!" I said, smoothly. My grandma looked jealous, like she has never used the massage chair before. "I'm assuming you want it." I said, frowning.
    "It's okay." She replied. "You can stay, sweetie."
    I pumped my fist like I just won the Olympics. I got up and got some juice. I sat down and turned on the full massage option. "Ah! That's the spot."
    "What's on your mind?" She asked me.
    "Not much, I'm being massaged." I explained.
    "Oh my god!" She screamed. Her face looked like she just saw a ghost. "What is that? Are you trying to kill me?"
    "No! Of course not! The gun in my bag is for my cop mission later. I have people to hunt down." I replied.

    Sarah, a detective's partner, was visting family as well- even though she could hug them like she used to be able to.
    " I brought cornflowers today, your favourite. " she whispered, staring at the grave with tears in her eyes. Her poor baby brother. She couldn't believe he had died, even if had already been 3 years since the accident. She wiped away the tears, sniffling a bit before her knees gave out. Caleb, poor baby Caleb. He was only 17, and had a whole life ahead of him. It just wasn't fair!
    Sarah swallowed back sobs as she let out a whimper, then standing shakily. " I-I'm so so-sorry, C-Caleb." she murmered, moving her hand across the grave before turning back to get into her car. Her dirty fingers wiped under her eyes again, wiping away the tears and getting dirt all over her nearly flawless face. A freckle here or there, but that was it. She started her car, driving slowly out of the graveyard. It was harder and harder to get through each day, every day making her thinking of more reasons to live. Maybe something interesting would happen...

    "You do?" My grandma asked, like I just told her I am a terrorist and I wiped out two countries. "You're a detective, right?" She enjoined, acting she never knew that. Wow, this lady is getting old. She's 82 now, and her birthday is in a month.
    "You know I do!" I vociferated blatantly. Man, she is really getting on my last nerve. I sunk into my chair. "I think I'm going to leave." I said, undisturbed. Even though I am disturbed, I shouldn't take it out on my grandma. I grabbed my bag with my A.K-40 in it. An A.K-40 is a powerful gun that can probably kill someone in one shot.
    Once I was in the car, I reluctantly drove away. I was trying to act clarion, even though it was a fail. I kept squirming around like a numskull.


    ~Not Gonna RP Him Driving I Suck At That~


    "Looks like you have a new mission." My boss declared. "There is a terrorist organization. They are hiding in Afganistan. They keep killing people! I want you to go over to Afganistan and find him." He explained, he said, handing me a slip with the variables to his organization.
    "Sounds easy enough!" I lied, "But I think I need help." I paused. "From Sarah."

    (( HAHA AND THE FUN BEGINS~))


    Sarah sighed as her cellphone started ringing, which she supposed was her boss. One moment of peace once in a while, was that too had to ask? She took out her phone, then answer witha monotone, " Hello?" She was correct, it was her boss, telling her to get back to headquarters for a mission. She accepted, and started her drive, which wouldn't take long.
    ~
    Once at the station, she sauntered inside, not really taking it seriously. She sighed, looking at her boss, then another detective. Joshua, was it? She remembered him, only saying his first name. Maybe he said his full name, and she never cared. Who knew? He turned to her boss, paying to man no mind-- of course, until she firgured out that she has to work with him. She rolled her eyes, and sighed, nodding. Well, won't this be fun?

    //OHMYGOD I FOUND OUT ME AND MY FRIEND
    HAVE A CRUSH ON THE SAME GIRL//



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    I'm confused. I need to call my boss. I dialed his work number.
    "Hello? Joshua?" He questioned me like he doesn't know my number. I usually would have to call him to find out what I had to do that week, and the problems. I am a detective, but I have another job here. I have to look at BBC for current events, like ones that haven't been solved, or someone has to capture someone. One thing that's on the agenda for our company, the MCSW (Murder Crime Scene Workers,) is to find who made the Anti-Islam film, and capture him. That's Hugo's job. He's on the other side of the globe, looking and searching for the devious man.
    "Hey, John." I replied to my boss. "I'm a little confused on my mission. Well, to begin with, where is Afganistan? Second of all, how to Sarah and I get there? Third, are you buying us transportation?" I asked, showing off how much of a smart person I am. I laughed at myself.


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    //I think I'm spelling Afganistan wrong xD//

    (( xDD Really? How weird.))


    Sarah watched her partner as he dialed his boss's number, starting to ask questions. " Afghanastan is in the Middle East, and we most like likely can be transported by plane." she explained with a shrug, walkign to the door. " We want to get there as soon as possible, so come." Her tone made her sound exactly how she felt- exasperated. She rolled her eyes, and tapped her foot of the ground. " You can still walk and talk with your boss. And he better be paying."

    ||Lol, Sarah is the name of the girl in wilderness who Kaliegh is playing. Should I write in the center?||


    "Of course were getting payed! If we didn't get payed, then I wouldn't be at this job. So, I hope we have some sort a private jet." I told her, getting greedy. I laughed at myself, pulling a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket. "Is it illegal to photocopy money?" I asked, unsure if I had committed a crime yesterday. Maybe I will have to arrest myself.

    (( I MEANT PAYING FOR THE PLANE RIDE- xDDD It's fine.


    It doesn't matter if you use center or not, you don't have to if you don't want to.))


    Sarah stopped dead in her tracks as he asked his question, then staring at him. " Oh my god, did you really..?! Give it to me. If you don't use it, no one will know the crime." she stated, and went to take the dollar, shaking her head. " Just...just come on, before we get in even more trouble." she snapped, not in the best mood she could have been in. Give it a couple days, she could calm down.

    ((Wait what? xD Jordan is derping like a...fish? Lol, I write in the center for Wilderness, and Wipe the Tears off Your Face, so.))


    "Well, you don't have to be rude about it!" I joked. "Let's just go to some airport station tomorrow. Today do you wanna stay out a hotel or something?" I asked. "Or should we just fly from here. I don't think you understand, because I don't. Should we drive to New York and fly from there, or fly from here?" I'm being oblivious to her, and as I can tell she doesn't like it.
    My daughter ran down the stairs, crying.
    "Not now, Isabella!" I shouted to her. She instantly stopped crying and ran away.

    ||Should I change the title? I couldn't think of anything...||

    (( The title reminds me of one of my favourite songs, so I like it. If you want to change it, though, go ahead.))


    " We should probably go to a hotel close to the airport." Sarah suggest, then stepping foward, only to see a small girl run down the stairs, crying. Joshua seemed to know the little girl, which gave her a bit of relief- at least she wasn't a loner. " Hi, sweetie-" she started, then cut off by Joshua's yelling. She watched the heartbroken girl run back up the stairs, and she just stared at the spot that the girl, Isabella, was a few second ago. That was her one weekness- little kids. She lover them to death, and couldn't stand anyone yelling at them. " Why'd you yell at her?" she asked rather calmly, consiering her tone in the previous conversation. " She didn't do anything wrong, she probably wanted to play. There wasn't anything wrong with her staying here."

    ((Is the song Annie Get Your Gun? Anything you can do I can do better, I could do anything better than you~ No you can't, yes I can, no you can't, yes I can, no you can't, yes I can yes I can yes I can! XD Did I really right I vociferated blatantly?))


    "Don't mind her. She can be annoying at times." I replied, looking to see if Isabella was still there. She wasn't so I can continue. "So, when do you want to leave?" I asked her. Before she can reply I interrupted her. "Someone found the guy- the retard who made the Anti-Islam film." I saw Isabella run down the stairs, tears still running down her face. I walked over to her and hugged her. "I'm sorry honey, but I had a serious talk. And it's still going on right now. Once I finish, I will play with you." I told her.
    "This wouldn't happen if we just had mom!" She shouted.


    ||No muse/ are you in my house or are you on the phone with me?||

    (( It's called, " Anything you can do".
    And inside his house, bro.))


    Sarah looked at the little girl with sympathy, and sighed, running a hand through her hair. She smiled for the girl, and said, " It's okay. Your daddy will try to get you a mommy, okay?" She tried to make the small girl feel better, but it probably was to no avial. She wanted a mother, one her father couldn't supply her with. " The best time would be today or tomorrow, no later then that. Of course, you would need to find a babysitter and everything..."

    "Hey, no acting all Sarah-ish around my daughter. Seriously? She's like...4," complained Joshua. Isabella looked up to me with those huge dog eyes and whined, "You're so mean! I'm 8! I wasn't born the other day! I'm basically a big girl," Joshua sighed and replied, "You know what? Big girls don't call themselves 'big girls' and you are like...a toddler still! So shut up!" He took a cloth and wipped it against her rear.

    " You don't know how to parent children, do you?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow at the male. She stepped closer to the small girl, smiling softly at the tiny girl. She always had a weakness for young children, especially after....after he died. Caleb...the poor boy. He was young, too young to be already dead...
    " You are a big girl, sweetie, don't worry."

    "I am so a good parent!" Joshua screamed, stomping his foot. He pulled Isabelle out of her hand's and carried her into her room. He threw her in, and locked the door. "Stop annoying everyone." He went downstairs and started to talk to Sarah, "When do you want to go?"


    //No muse))

    (( whAT THE CHILD WAS NEVER IN HER HANDS BUT ALRIGHT))


    " ...Yeah, not a bad parent." Sarah rolled her eyes, not even wanting to look at Joshua. Instead, she brought up her hand to her face, the pads of her fingers pressed to her palm so she could see her finger nails instead. Wow, she needed a clean her fingers. She started picking at the dirt under her nails before she spoke again. " Whenever. I really don't care, but no later than tomorrow. Well, I want you to get a sitter for your kid first." she stated, then pointing at where he had put the child, Sarah looking straight into his eyes for a second before her going to her previous position.

    ((SHUT THE BLOB UP I CAN IMAGINE))


    "Sure," Joshua nodded, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water, "I'll higher someone. But I'm not paying." He frowned and filled up his cup, and brought it back into the living room to talk with Sarah. "Good job, on being a..." He paused, "smart person. Let me guess, you father is Isaac Newton?" He loved his sarcasm, and he started to laugh at the point that he is so funny.

    " Yes, I was indeed the daughter of the man who found gravity. Good thing I know what keeps you to the Earth." Sarah stated with a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. " You have to pay for a sitter; I doubt any teenager would spend their weekend babysitting a kid for free." she declared, shrugging. She babysat as a teenager, and she would have done it, considering she had no life as a kid.


    (( IMAGINATTIIOONNN

    IMAGINATION IS BAD-@$$))


    "I knew you were old, but not that old!" He laughed, and replied, "I don't want to pay for someone to babysit her. I mean, she is a grown woman! She can take care of herself for a month." He sipped his water, not really caring about anything at all. He had heard that crimes are getting solved easily, so he had no rush. Wait, yes he did.

    " Hilarious; So funny I forgot to laugh." Sarah snapped, getting annoyed with his rather suckish jokes. She rolled her eyes again, looking around his house now. " She's eight; defiantly not old enough to take care of herself yet." she stated, walking around his house and examining what he had in the rather small home. It was nicer, and neater than her's at least.


    (( WHOOPS NO MUSE))