Case # 37: Video

[19centconstable]

[Someone is holding the communicator carelessly in one hand, as though they don't know it's on. The floor passes by slowly under the camera's lens. Whoever they are, they're walking hesitantly toward something. Bathroom tile appears, and then: the base of the toilet.]

Sweet wounded Jesus. I've died and gone to heaven.

[It's a boy speaking; his voice soft and high, his accent somewhere between Irish, British, and Pirate.

In other words: George Crabtree.]

Comments

Re: Yes spam.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[If you think George is that responsible at twelve...sorry, he's not even that responsible at thirty-one. Because sweets are delicious.]

Hello. I'm George.

[And he's eying your sweets longingly.]

Re: Yes spam.

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[Santa knows his audience. Hoffman's got quite a bit of candy in his pudgy hands. He pulls the candy cane out of his mouth and stares.]

...'m Mark.

[There's some sweet floss right at the front there. Hoffman is oblivious. He has four candycanes on his lap. FOUR. Finishing off his current one quickly, he reaches for chocolate before ?looking...chagrined. Or as Chagrined as a boy can manage. Tracy Hoffman did spoil her son-but she also taught him manners.]

...oo ant me andy?

[It could be "you want some candy maybe" ]

Re: Yes spam.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[George nods eagerly, and squats down beside him.]

So you're from here?

[Spam]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem to notice the older kid for a moment, fixating on the candy. It's shaped like a frog. And it's delicious and...]

[he shakes his head] ...New York.
[beat] 1722 Thebes Way Queens New York City 9- [and so on and so forth]

Don't eat the KitKats. [frown] they're mine.

Re: [Spam]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

What's a KitKats?

And good, because this place is awfully queer. I woke up in some policeman's room.