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Sebastian Greene	The first day back on the force was a notable one for Sebastian Greene. It had started early in the morning. Donuts. Bagels. Coffee. He had walked down the hall of the precinct's top floor, looking curiously into each room. The voices of police lieutenants catching up the shift on their goals for the day, assigning duties and routes, it all created a sort of white noise effect. "Detective!" A rotund puffy greasy man emerged from the office at the end. "Detective Greene. Welcome back. Enjoy your time out on the river?" The tall man in tan clothes sort of looked at his boss, head turned to the side. "It was a great vacation, sir. Pleasing. Exceptional." "Of course, Greene, of course." He sidled up to the tall redheaded man, slipping an arm around his shoulders and drawing him closer as they both walked towards his office. "You sure you don't want back on board, Greene? Got some things coming down the pipe. Just a taste? It'll make the boys down in homicide a lot less nervous, know what I'm saying." Taste? Board? Greene had learned enough so far that a smile should be returned, so he brought one back to his features. Then the other questions? "I already ate. Are you inviting me to your boat, sir?" "Hah, good one, Greene." He pats the man on the back with a thump, "A'right, we're good, we're good. Clansky though, he's still got a mad on for you." Then the smile comes back. Greene returns it. "Well, forget about it Greene. For now, let me introduce you to your new partner." Into the chief's office he's drawn, being shown in and then it's the Chief's turn to take over. "Harpe, this is Greene. Greene, Harpe. She's fresh up form the academy. Harpe, Greene's recently joined us here at robbery investigations. Kiss kiss hug hug, now let's get the fuck on with it." Handshakes are exchanged, seats are taken, and the business of the day is begun. Yet it's that business that leads the two new partners to this particular neighborhood, their 1997 ute pulls up, discharging the pair of them. "Alright, I'll go check the scene, you want the neighbors?" Greene looks back at Harpe and quirks, "What should I do with them?" "Uh, question them?" "Oh yes, of course." Greene turned away from the vehicle, checked his phone again and this address against the address they had been given... then proceeds to enter the apartment building. Behind him his partner sort of shakes her head but then heads up to speak to the victim.
Sebastian Greene	From her place in the hall she'll see the tall redheaded man in the old trench coat that clearly needs to be taken to a dry cleaner. Not from any obvious dirtiness to it, it's just rather worn and wrinkly. Maybe it really just needs to be thrown away. But he walks down the hall, avoiding the officers in black and white who are taking a few statements here and there. Usually not that much manpower is devoted to a simple smash and grab, but apparently the vic knew someone who contributed to the policeman's ball or something. Whatever the reason, she'll quickly be given verification that her suspicion as to the redhead guy being a cop is seen when he flashes his credentials to a patrolman as he passes by. He stops for a second to point at one door. The officer in uniform nods. The detective points to another. The officer in uniform nods. He points at a third. The officer shrugs. That decided, he walks over to the door, knocks on it a few times and stands there waiting with his head lowered and his eyes cast down. And he waits. And he waits. Probably two minutes. But then he looks up sharply with wide eyes and blinks a few times as if realizing he'd missed football practice in the morning and just awoke. But then his face normalizes and he turns to move down the hallway... straight towards Melody. As he draws near he holds up a photograph, a well worn one with a corner missing depicting the image of a bald man with a goatee. "Good morning citizen. Have you ever seen this man? I am a law officer and your cooperation is important."
Melody Kenway	There were a lot of people milling about. Someone of Melody's.. stature or nature would have been afraid of that. Leery. Worried. Wanting to run and stay hidden. Perhaps it's her part of running a small-time Criminal Empire pretending to be someone else, who's someone else, who's really her is what does it. She's allowed to have a moment of cockiness even though the smash and grab was just a set up that she herself had created. And it turned out well. Patsy. Check. Money. Check. Kid's medical bills paid? Check. (It was going to be paid anyways, Melody is a softy.) Watching the redheaded man was amusing, so much so that as Melody took a drag, she blew it out rather quickly, her head turning to hide the tiny row of lights that flashes within her right cheek. His approach? It had her head tilting upright, both brows raising as her lips part. For a moment, if Sebastian were watching, he could see those tiny little lights sing and dance within the darkness of her iris. "What?" She asks.. completely bewildered. Last she checked.. wait.. nevermind. She was -nearly- a cyborg herself. "I've never seen that man and.. are you a robot?" She even reaches out with a hand to try to poke his belly. Nevermind her smash and grab work, the police officer was a lot more interesting.
Sebastian Greene	"No, no." The man doesn't seem to shy from her 'poking' him and his decidedly fleshy belly beneath that white buttoned down shirt. "I'm from Canada." He offers in way of explanation. But then he brushes past her question and pursues his own line of interrogation. "Are you certain?" He motions with one hand to the side and behind him, "He rented that apartment for the last 87 days. I trust you're a resident here? Or is that not so?" He'll give her a look up and down, assessing her, considering, but then back up into her eyes. He smiles without emotion.
Melody Kenway	The cigarette was soon snuffed out with a toss and a rub of her foot against the ground, all the while her poking and prodding hadn't ceased. It was odd, he felt like an actual person, much like she did.. but there was nothing internally that she could read through touch alone. Maybe.. just maybe, he was freaking weird.. "Being from Canada doesn't mean that you're kind of stiff. Being from Canada means that you're polite and always say sorry. And eat syrup.." Though, the photo of the man was shown to her again, in which she reaches out to pluck it from his grasp, holding it right up to her eyes with a little frown. It was clear that she knew him, even though she had such a shitty poker face and she knew it. But keeping the picture that high at least allowed her to obscure her features for just a little. "Well, I don't know him. Never seen him. Yes I live here, this apartment behind me." Which, she doesn't. The couple who owns that apartment.. let's just say that they're taking a nap. A very deep nap. A morphine induced nap. "Honestly, I keep my head down. I'm in and out. Those assholes upstairs? The ones on the top floor? I'm quite sure they're mobsters, so I just stick to myself and go to work, come home, try not to make a fuss and live my life. Know what I mean?" Liar.
Sebastian Greene	"You watch too much television, miss...?" He asks this with that somewhat awkward smile, the kind that doesn't reach the eyes. Then again she's probably seen that look before in the face of those people who have no care for what is around them, or what is going on, beyond that which they plan to influence. Yet if she answers with her name or not he'll go on, "Ah, mobsters. Of course, that would make sense." It doesn't, but maybe... no, well maybe it could... Then with a quick snap he regains the photo and places it back into the pocket of his coat, not breaking eye contact the whole while. "Please, miss. It's very important we find this man. His name is Constantine Blake, it is crucial that we get to him before he harms himself or others. I know you would not wish to have that on your." There's a pause, but then he adds "Conscience." Again the smile, but with some hint at the corners of his eyes of concern. Sorta.
Melody Kenway	"Melody. Just Melody." She doesn't offer up much else, but she does continue to block her doorway with that little relaxed lean. There was no more prodding of his stomach, no more of a glow in her eye than usual, now it was just a casual conversation between one odd person and another person who -could- be equally as odd. "Of course it makes sense." Melody snaps out, not angrily, but quick. "If you ask me, I think it's just a scare tactic to get those people to leave the building. You know, the Robinsons? The ones who got robbed? I heard just last week they filed a noise complaint with management about what they're hearing on the top floor. Someone said that -they- said that they were hosting a swingers party.." She clicks her lips. "Shame. I don't know what they do at those parties but if the Robinsons filed a noise complaint then it must be serious." Jibber-jabber aside, she was quietly sizing him up. "What makes you think I would know where this man is?" It was an honest question. "And.. why would him hurting himself be on my conscience? To be quite honest, a week from now he wouldn't even be a thought for me." That was a lie. "You truly are an odd duck, you know?"
Sebastian Greene	Duck. Ducks are aquatic avians. Ducks like water. Water. Ah. The boat. She can tell I was on a boat? He answers. "I do like the water." There, perfect. She suspects nothing. But then he goes on, "Please Miss Melody," At this point most cops would be asking her for her ID if only because all cops tend to suspect everyone for everything. Then again, maybe he just really needs to catch this guy. "Constantine Blake is a very dangerous man. He is capable of much harm and if you could have aided in his apprehension I am sure you would suffer some chemical imbalances in your brain which would equate to grief or regret." Perhaps as she's reeling from that onslaught of just plain weirdness, there's the sound of a voice over his shoulder. "Detective Greene! Yo, could I get your eyes on somethin' in here?" A tall blonde woman with her hair back in a pony tail and wearing a black and white suit is gesturing for the man from the door of that crime-scene apartment. "Certainly. Partner." Greene, however, still has not broken eye contact with Melody yet, nor blinked even. But then he's reaching into his jacket and produces his rather normal looking card, 'Detective Sebastian Greene, NYPD Precinct 13.' and presents it to her. "If you see anything, please get in contact with me." That said he turns and starts to walk down the hall towards the crime scene.