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Their phone:

★ what kind of phone do they have? ☆ what is their phone’s background? ✪ their standard ringtone? ❉ do they have any pictures on their phone? ✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind? ✦ the first five names on their contacts list? ⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play? ✹ five - ten songs on their iPod/phone?

Their home:

♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations? ♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? ♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers? ♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first? ♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea? ♍ any pictures on their walls? what kind/of who? ♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor? ♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms

Digging deeper:

🌷 what do they have in their wallet? ꕥ what’s usually in their trouser/jacket pockets or purse? ☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants? 🍀 what kind of jewellery are they wearing? what’s their favourite peace? 🌻 what do their bedsheets look like? colour? patterns? 🌹 what’s the colour of your muse’s underwear right now?

[medaecarter]

‘Annoyed’ wasn’t quite a strong enough word for what Meda felt in that moment. ‘Pissed off,’ worked, though still felt a little lacking. ‘Infuriated,’ seemed a little too extreme, but she was starting to get there. She considered herself flexible, adaptable. Able to adjust to a less-than-ideal situation and make the most of it. However, one thing she couldn’t stand was incompetence, and if the officers had bothered to secure the damn crime scene none of them would be in this mess.

Plus, she couldn’t do her job like this. When not properly collected quickly enough, evidence would start to be compromised. With a wince, she tried not to think about all the damage the officers and the suspect were doing to her crime scene with all that stomping around and blistering. The paperwork was going to be a bitch.

She turned her attention to the woman who had dragged her into the bathroom and held out a hand. “Meda Carter, CSI,” she answered back. “Quick thinking out there,” she acknowledged with a nod, genuinely impressed by the other’s quick response time. While Meda was slightly irritated to be locked in the bathroom away from the action when she was pretty sure she could do a better job of talking the man down than the rookie officers assigned to the scene, she was grateful nonetheless. She’d been informed that the word repeated more than any other in her file was ‘reckless,’ and she had a feeling that facing down an armed suspect wasn’t going to help with that descriptor, so she stayed where she was.

She couldn’t help but snort. “Our jobs aren’t really their number one priority, unfortunately.” She knew both of the officers by reputation, and both were hot-heads with little regard for the work forensics did, or EMT for that matter, preferring what they called “good old-fashioned police work.” Shaking her head in disgust, she remarked, “I’m lucky that they managed not to step in the blood pool.”

Taking a look around the room, looking for potential exits, she realized there were none, save the one they’d come through. She sat down on the edge of the tub. “Looks like we’re stuck here for the foreseeable future, at least until they receive back-up.” She pulled out her notepad from her front pocket and held it up with a wry smile. “Wanna play hangman?”

Title: The Start of a New Friendship For: Meda Carter | @medaecarter​ Location: Brooklyn Brownstone Home - 10pm Synopsis: Some nights are good, some nights are bad … and some nights the paramedic captain has to lock herself in a room with a CSI tech because the police didn’t do their jobs. — “So, I’m Captain Bas Thibodeaux,” she introduced herself to the woman in pleasant, easy-going tones as though they weren’t both trapped in a bathroom with no escape route while police officers attempted to talk down a suspect who had been hiding in a secret room at the back of one of the bedrooms after murdering a friend of his and taking over his house. She quieted and listened and heard continued shouting. She sighed. “And we continue to be stuck here.” It had all started so normally. A call had been received regarding a potential fatality, and Bas had been nearby, working from her jeep while the rig was back at the station. She was the mobile unit for the night, going ahead of the rig to provide emergency response until the rig could be dispatched. It cut down on fatalities and allowed a quicker response time. When she arrived, the police officers had already swept the house, deemed the place safe, and allowed forensics in to begin their work. All Bas had to do was kneel down next to the body of a man, feel for a pulse, find none, and feel the cold temperature of his skin to realize that nope - the guy was dead. Officers said there was no one else— and then all hell broke loose. A shout of alarm. A bellow of rage and Bas was launching herself forward towards the sounds instead of away. Her mind took in three things quickly: the threat, the person who alerted her to the threat, and the open door to the bathroom. So, she grabbed the other woman’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and locking it. “They’re supposed to clear the scene, how can we do our damn jobs if they don’t?” she asked, grumbling to try and cover the fact that her heart was racing. “Damn it, they’re gonna get someone killed one day.”

#( interactions. ) #( ft. bas. )

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Meda had been so lost in her work, she didn’t even see or hear the lieutenant approach until he spoke directly to her. The furrow between her brows disappeared at the sight of the coffee in his hand. “Oh, God bless you, lieutenant,” she said, playfully clasping her hands together in mock supplication. She liked Lt. Nacht, from the few encounters they’d had. She liked to think she had a good read on most people, and he seemed like one of the good ones. He was dedicated to the job, professional, and committed, if a little grim. Not that anyone could blame him. And he seemed to like her well enough, which was certainly a point in his favor.

She narrowed her eyes a little bit at his next words. “While I appreciate the coffee, I resent the insinuation that I need any extra leg up against Walter. The man may have the energy of a chipmunk hopped up on speed, but other than that he’s as bland as a box of rocks. Absolutely no drive, no imagination.” She tilted her head, thinking about the implications of that. “Not that our rivalry is anything but benign. Strict professionals, here. Sir.” She added that last bit with a wince, reminding herself of all the times informality had gotten her in trouble at Quantico. It had never led to any significant consequences, but it had sometimes made her job more difficult, and she didn’t want a repeat of that here. She looked back to her work station with a sigh. “Fun?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “It was fun…about twenty-three claw hammers and crowbars ago. Now it’s just getting depressing.” She’d been comparing the tool marks left on the safes in the string of robberies with some of the tools on the market, hoping that it might lead them to a purchase or a buyer. “We still can’t figure out what they’re using to pry these things open. Sorry.” She shrugged. “On the bright side, the more frustrated I get, the harder I get to hit the safe.”

A sniffling sound at her feet suddenly drew her attention. “Oh! Who is this?” she cried in delight, immediately dropping to her haunches to scratch behind the dog’s ears. Looking up at the man, she grinned. “Is he yours? He’s precious!” She continued to pet the dog as he leaned up and licked her face, and she laughed. “Red Irish setter, right? What a beautiful breed. Man, I’d kill for one of these.”

Title: The Welcoming Committee For: Meda Carter | @medaecarter​ Location: NYPD Headquarters - mid-morning Synopsis: Lt. Nacht took his turn buying his team coffee and came with a delivery for Meda – the Irish Red Setter puppy has come along for the trip. — Avishai had offered to bring coffee to the team after another long shift trying to track a series of crimes targeting retail chains. The heists were ingenius. A group of six individuals wearing ski masks, go in, targeted areas of the high-class stores, and disappeared. He had a feeling it was an outside organization coming in from California, as a similiar string had happened on the west coast. He opted to order an extra coffee for the new CSI who he would sometimes see within headquarters. She had a determined, stubborn tilt to her chin, and he heard how she spoke with both her superiors and those who had been employed longer. He hadn’t had many reasons to chuckle in the last couple of years, but he liked her chutzpah. “Here,” he said, handing her a cup of coffee from the tray of drinks he had with him. At his side, the gangly six-month old puppy sniffed at her feet. Avishai would have found it cute if he liked the dog… but he didn’t. His ex-wife had “gifted” the dog to him to give him company, after she took him back to court and gained custody of Gabriel save for one weekend a month, citing Avishai’s work schedule and his refusal to allow the family to move on past Nev’s kidnapping and probable murder. “I thought that you could use some fuel to spur you forward against Walter,” he said, pointing out a man who always seemed like he was racing around. Even his state of calm still seemed frenzied. He wasn’t ready to head upstairs and go through the documents from his team, rather he wanted to give himself a little more time to exist as he was instead of having to be the Lieutenant working organized crime cases through data policing and intelligence. He enjoyed his job, but he wanted to put it off for a bit longer. “Having fun?”

#( interactions. ) #( ft. avishai. )

[medaecarter]

kaya scodelario— 26 — she/her] Introducing MEDA CARTER. Word on the street is they are a CSI, and despite what others might think, they remain NON-CORRUPT. Though they are HOT-HEADED and PROUD, they can also be COURAGEOUS and COMPASSIONATE. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

[hayley — 21 — she/her — cst— n/a]

Name: Andromeda Elisabeth ‘Meda’ Carter

Age / D.O.B.: 26 / 8/18

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cis woman, she/her, straight

Hometown: McLean, Virginia

Affiliation: (Law enforcement — not corrupt.)

Job position: CSI

Relationship status: Single

Children: None

Positive traits: Astute, Charming, Compassionate, Courageous, Dedicated

Negative traits: Arrogant, Closed-Off, Hot-Tempered, Judgmental, Proud

— BIOGRAPHY

(tw: death, death in childbirth, sibling abuse, parental neglect)

Born the second child and only daughter of two seasoned CIA agents, Meda’s life began with tragedy. Her mother died from complications in childbirth and lived only long enough to give her daughter a name.

Her father, now a widower, doted on the child his wife had given her life to bring into the world, and often neglected her older brother Nate, who he had never quite been able to bond with. This led to long-standing resentment from Nate that would last and worsen for the rest of their childhoods and into their adulthood.

When their father was killed on a mission gone wrong when she was five, Meda and Nate spent most of their childhood shuffled from foster home to foster home.

With no stability and a brother who couldn’t stand her, Meda found that her acceptance into her mother’s alma mater, a boarding school in Virginia, was a god-send. It was there that she was able to make lifelong friends and excel without the resentment of her brother weighing down on her every moment, discovering a passion for justice and forensics.

She attended Mercyhurst University in Erie, Pennsylvania, and graduated with a degree in applied forensic science, and went on to get her masters in forensic psychology from George Washington University. She worked for the crime lab in Quantico, Virginia, for a couple of years before relocating to New York City earlier this year.

She’s new to the department, young and still idealistic, and uncompromising in a way only the young can be. She’s determined to make her mark on a city stained with too much bloodshed, and to root out the corruption she knows reaches into the highest levels of the city, even her own department. She has ambition and drive, but more than that, an indomitable sense of justice. We’ll see how long that lasts.

About three months ago she got word from a friend of her brother’s, saying that he hadn’t seen him in over a week, and couldn’t get a hold of him anywhere. Meda and her brother are the furthest thing from close, but he is the only family she has left, and she does feel responsible for him. She had no idea until recently, but Nate had been getting involved in some shady dealings, and some of his friends were worried about him. Most of them didn’t know that he worked as an undercover officer, but Meda did, and now she’s Pershing every avenue possible to get answers, both official and unofficial. Her brother’s co-workers aren’t willing to share information, and no one else seems to be that concerned, but she knows that something bad has happened, and she won’t stop until she gets to the bottom of it.

OTHER

Girl has abandonment issues like nobody’s business.

Like seriously, be prepared for that.

She tends to put on a facade of confidence and charm to mask how lonely and desperate for connections she really is. All she really wants in life is someone that will stay.

Genius-level smart, and she knows it, which can be annoying.

Pretty easy-going generally, but contaminate a crime scene and she will actually fight you.

Probably will try to fight all the crime bosses. Will probably end up getting herself killed. *shrugs*

Tends to take her work home with her, a lot, which can put a strain on romantic relationships.

Will. Not. Shut. Up if asked for her opinion. Please do not encourage her. (Or do. That could work, too).

Will not answer to Andromeda. May fight you if you call her that.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Platonic:

Please give this girl friends. Like ride-or-die, I’ll-be-there-for-you, listening-to-all-your-past-trauma-and-not-get-freaked-out friends who she will love with all her heart and protect with her last breath.

Also snarky friends who pretend to not get along for whatever reason but secretly enjoy each other’s company.

Meda is currently looking into her brother’s disappearance off the record, so I think this could open up her up to lots of connections with the crime organizations and the media as she tries to find answers.

Work:

PLEASE give this girl a menor, someone to look up to and give her the external validation she needs from some sort of authority figure because in case I didn’t mention it before, GIRL HAS PARENTAL ISSUES!

Also any and all work colleagues, ones that get along, ones that don’t, ones she suspects of being corrupt, etc.

Romantic:

Listen, I am a sucker for a good romantic plot, okay? Give me all the ideas. Forbidden love. Enemies to lovers. Lovers but the other is secretly a member of organized crime. JUST ANY OF IT PLEASE!

#wb.intro #death tw #parental neglect tw #death in childbirth tw #sibling abuse tw

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