Jake arrived at his desk in the early evening. He hadn't been here long, he knew that, but he had been hoping for some sort of job by now. With nothing to work on, neither a kindred nor kine case to take care of, he decided to get comfortable and review some of his old case files from New York. The crime photos were of particular interest to him and some of them he could stare at for hours. To anyone observing him it looked like the detective was simply reviewing crime scene photos, though maybe a bit intently. Jake however was in a world of his own. He could easily be pulled back, but he wasn't ready for it just yet.
Post by Anna Robinson on Feb 16, 2016 18:20:26 GMT
A chair rolled on over to Jake's desk. Upon it sat the grinning face Jake had come to know as the one that belonged to Detective Peralta. "Hey there, Yukes!" he greeted with a broad grin, "how's life being the second best detective in the city called Jake?" he asked, moving to begin leafing through some of the papers on the detective's desk, "watcha got there? something crime sceney? Looks like something crime sceney..."
Jake shook himself loose from the thrall of the photos on the screen in front of him. "Peralta, didn't see you there. These are just some old crime scene photos. Even though the cases are solved it doesn't hurt to review the cases every now and then,. If you manage to close your mind to any foreknowledge you might have on them, it's a good exercise. Keeps you sharp when you've got nothing else." Here Jake stopped. Peralta was an obnoxious, stubborn and egocentric megalomaniac. He'd likely have something to say, likely having to do with not needing to keep sharp. The story was a damn sight better than telling the truth though and had always worked up to now.
Post by Anna Robinson on Feb 16, 2016 19:55:46 GMT
Jake leant back, raising his voice to announce to the office, "Sharp when you've got nothing else, we just found the name of Yukes' sex tape, everyone!" before he turned back to the other detective, "but really... back here in normal people world we have colouring books, instead..." he grinned and gave a thumbs-up to the other Jake.
Jake rolled his eyes. "Hegiinuk" he thought to himself. Still, maybe he could have some fun. He chose four of the goriest, most disgusting murder scene photos in his inventory and put them up on the screen. So far he had never met anyone who didn't feel at least just a little bit sick seeing the scene or even just the photos. He sighed. no one could really see the amazing part of it. The knife work was pure artistry, and the splatter, if framed, could probably sell for a lot of money. He zoomed in on the pictures and waited for Perolta's reaction.