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Kira Jansen
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“Impossible is not a scientific term.” | Forensic scientist, psion | #OC #BlueSkyRP | #MV | 21+ | Avi & pics not me | Parody Acct | #Mockingbird
Solo SL - Case Two - Deepest Cuts
November 19, 2024 at 1:48 AM
Solo SL - Case One - "Hidden Truths"
November 19, 2024 at 1:48 AM
Solo SL Two – Part Eight New Case File – The Next Nightmare

[4:27am]

The crime scene had been far less eventful than I had hoped. The victim did present with the same strange pattern of cuts on their hand, but beyond that, the place was spotless. The killer had used a +
November 18, 2024 at 3:32 AM
Solo SL Two – Part Seven New Case File – No Rest for the Wicked

[2:23am]

Justin was far too shaken after all that had happened tonight. I wanted to send him straight home, but realised that being alone was the last thing he needed right now. So, I dragged him to my +
November 18, 2024 at 3:29 AM
Solo SL Two - Part Six New Case File – Painful Memories
[12:28am] Justin and I have left the morgue and I have led him to the far less triggering break room near our lab. It was deserted at this time of night, so it gave us privacy and comfort for him to tell me his story. +
November 18, 2024 at 2:52 AM
+ a matter for the coroner. Turning the hand over, my lips part when I see strange cuts on the underside of the fingers. They did not seem to fit the typical pattern for defensive wounds. “Justin, what do you make of this?” +
November 18, 2024 at 2:47 AM
+ and continue heading in, making my way to the mortuary fridges on the far wall which contained the bodies currently under examination. Finding the one we needed, I grip the cool metal handle and crack it open, sliding out the tray bed on which the victim lay. Donning my +
November 18, 2024 at 2:47 AM
+ about a piece of evidence before it is fully processed can be a grave error to make. As Justin follows me into the morgue, I become instantly aware of his steps slowing down. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and make fun of him. I had to remember that I had years of +
November 18, 2024 at 2:47 AM
Solo SL Two – Part Five New Case File – A Hairy Turn [11:45pm]
That single hair had been such a massive find. The fact that it had been found under the victim’s fingernail made it highly likely that it had been torn out during a struggle. Which in turn, meant it was also +
November 18, 2024 at 2:47 AM
Evenin! 💋😜
January 28, 2024 at 8:59 AM
+ Imagine my surprise when they didn’t… it was clear the second I looked. The victim’s hair was male, and this new sample was female…

“We have a second person confirmed at our crime scene,” I tell Justin who immediately comes bounding over, all excited. +
January 27, 2024 at 1:05 AM
+ the jar, which is labelled coffee fund and has some hilarious, and I must say, absolutely true, quotes about the joys of coffee.

“Neat jar,” he opens it and takes out some cash before heading off to grab our coffees. +
January 27, 2024 at 1:03 AM
Work, Work, and More Work [5:27pm]

As Justin lets out his third massive yawn in the past ten minutes, I turn to face him, my eyebrows raised and a smirk on my lips, “You haven’t learned the secret to forensics yet, have you?” +
January 27, 2024 at 1:03 AM
Nightly Intrusion [2:43am]

My heart and head are pounding, and my footsteps are heavy as I run. Where am I? Some kind of house? I don’t recognise it but it’s huge. Feels never-ending. And filled with an overwhelming sense of foreboding. I’m not safe in here. +
January 27, 2024 at 12:59 AM
Evidence Processing Begins [12:38pm]

Most forensic scientists would be daunted by the amount of work I had walked into. But I wasn’t like most others in my profession. I didn’t just enjoy what I did. I lived for it. The satisfaction of going through slow and +
January 27, 2024 at 12:57 AM
Solo SL Two

[New Case File Opened - August 12, 6:44 am]

My eyes open slowly, and I stretch with a smile on my face. It was refreshing for me to have a full, solid night's sleep. I could scarcely put into words how rested and alive I felt. My trip to France had been exactly what I +
January 27, 2024 at 12:54 AM
[June 6, 11:45pm]

I know I need to try and stay calm and figure a way out of this. But that’s easier said than done when an armed maniac is edging closer to me and I have nowhere to run. Shit, even if I get him to drop his gun, he is still far bigger and stronger than I am… +
January 27, 2024 at 12:51 AM
[June 6, 11:24pm]

“So, when are you gonna tell me what you’ve seen?” Detective Devin eyes me with what feels like amusement as he drinks his scotch.

“After a couple more drinks…” I down another shot and try to work up the courage to tell him the truth. +
January 27, 2024 at 12:48 AM
[June 6, 4:33pm]

Hiding away in my lab, pretending to work, my head is telling me that I should be totally broken down by now. That I should be in hospital, heavily medicated and lacking any hope or will to live. And I have no doubt that is exactly what the killer was +
January 27, 2024 at 12:45 AM
+ I enter my lab, and instantly pause as I spot three packages on my examination table. In gradual descending order of size, with no labels, no return address, nothing. I stick my head out the door and call out to our administration assistant. +
January 27, 2024 at 12:42 AM
[June 6, 8:02am]

Healthy body, healthy mind, right? That’s the thought buzzing through my head as I head to the gym for the first time in forever. To say I was frustrated would have been the understatement of the year. Still no new leads on Jack’s killer. No more clues. +
January 27, 2024 at 12:41 AM
[May 31, 10:13am]

Avoiding Detective Ivor Devin had become my new life goal. The guy made me feel sick to my stomach. I think Lieutenant Davis could tell he made me uncomfortable, but no doubt she was putting it down to me just not wanting Jack to be “replaced.” +
January 27, 2024 at 12:38 AM
[May 29, 5:13am]

I’d woken with a start, for a moment forgetting where I was. The couch beneath me comfortable, the blanket draped over me warm, and books all around me. Of course, I’d come to Bartholomew’s last night to fill him in on everything that had happened. +
January 27, 2024 at 12:35 AM
[May 28, 10:08pm]

“I am truly sorry for your loss, Kira,” Bartholomew’s voice breaks through the awkward silence.

I had just told him everything. Let it all spill out like a tidal wave of grief and fear. The visions. The killer’s message. Jack…

He had said nothing, +
January 27, 2024 at 12:32 AM
[May 28, 4:14pm]

The explosion had blown half the house away. The entire front section was gone, like a giant, gaping mouth exposing the charred interior. 687 West Pointon Avenue. The address the killer wanted /me/ to know. The address that I'd told Jack. The place where +
January 27, 2024 at 12:29 AM