Oh, all of this just gets better and better. Bad enough to have the Arrow family supervillians of pimps and pushers involved.
"Now Wonder Woman in a jet? Could have sworn the current one flies on her own. Maybe someone's is seeing or thinks they see something from the golden age." she has a sinking feeling. "And if the operatives we're looking for are impersonating the good guys to get their bad work done, we all are in for a long, long day."
She pages to her notes, rips them out of the notepad and hands them to Camilla. Not like she needs them, but should something happen to her, it's nice for dispatch to have her evening logs.
"Here's what I got:
"Della Fitzroy - good mid-Western girl; no legal or any other trouble until her boyfriend contracted the virus and passed it along. She's on the run here in Portsmouth for the clinics and for the fact her very large, very fundamentalist family doesn't have people here. There was a thought out there her boyfriend might be trying to find her but -" Green Shield shrugs. "She went missing about three weeks ago. People just assumed she'd died or been found by someone.
"Next up 'Flatnose.' Best anyone knows is that is first name is 'Rich.' Confirmed gone as of two weeks ago, but might have been longer. Flatnose had a rep for being thrown out of anywhere and anywhere - shelters, bars, soup kitchens, even health centers. St. Chris's was the only place that would still take him -" She does not note that it's because she signs up to deal with the guy when she can because his punches and other attempts at injuring her are decidedly feeble. "No word on the street except the fact people feel safer with him not around.
"Blaine Montrose - likely not a real name, since I'm a fan of that character actor and he looks nothing like the guy." Tara runs a hand through her hair. She'd rather deal with Flatnose most of the time. "He was a bugchaser who turned up positive 5 years ago, but likely had it longer than that. He has been - " It's almost a sneer. God, it's hard talking about Blaine's brilliant walking suicide when she goes back to Star and sees her best friend fight for her life night after night. "This last 18 months things went from 'treatable and functional,' down to 'unemployable and almost perpetually ill.' His T-Cell count is the lowest in the troop and he's been seeking treatment the least amount of time. Lately, he's been taking things more seriously, but it comes and goes. He's been gone almost a week and the cops have a pool on if it was suicide or something like it." She rolls her eyes. "I know this guy. He's a real showman. Likes to sing showtunes in the lobby...Dresses as the Grim Reaper for Pride Week. Goes to city hall meetings and utilizes the First Amendment. He missed last week's, which is how they figured he's missing. I think if he committed suicide he'd wouldn't make it a small quiet thing because I'm not sure he could make anything in his life quiet or small."
She has been giving this report standing. These last two? She needs to sit down. "Lastly, Kim-Ly and Anh Dung. No sirnames given, ever. Mother and son. Kim-Ly seems educated, especially about history, but she declined to say how she picked up HIV. Anh Dung is 7 and appears to have been born with HIV. They both spoke English. Anh is better at it. Kim-Ly helped us with a a Quebec guy in hospice before he died last year by translating things into French. Sadly, there isn't a lot of call for translation services, so trying to find her a job has always been rough." Maybe if we could have... she shuts that thought down and continues. "Word out there is that Kim-Ly got a job of some sort, though before she disappeared. She was always welcome at the local shelters, even those that don't normally accept children, because Anh Dung is so well-behaved and quiet. Last sighting: A couple people remember seeing her talking to a man in a suit, then getting into a white work van - which fits with the white theme we seem to have going. The license plate may've had a Y or a T in it, with either a 3 or an 8."
The buzzer rings and she takes the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and puts them on the table, not all that interested in eating.
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Date: 2007-03-08 03:29 pm (UTC)"Now Wonder Woman in a jet? Could have sworn the current one flies on her own. Maybe someone's is seeing or thinks they see something from the golden age." she has a sinking feeling. "And if the operatives we're looking for are impersonating the good guys to get their bad work done, we all are in for a long, long day."
She pages to her notes, rips them out of the notepad and hands them to Camilla. Not like she needs them, but should something happen to her, it's nice for dispatch to have her evening logs.
"Here's what I got:
"Della Fitzroy - good mid-Western girl; no legal or any other trouble until her boyfriend contracted the virus and passed it along. She's on the run here in Portsmouth for the clinics and for the fact her very large, very fundamentalist family doesn't have people here. There was a thought out there her boyfriend might be trying to find her but -" Green Shield shrugs. "She went missing about three weeks ago. People just assumed she'd died or been found by someone.
"Next up 'Flatnose.' Best anyone knows is that is first name is 'Rich.' Confirmed gone as of two weeks ago, but might have been longer. Flatnose had a rep for being thrown out of anywhere and anywhere - shelters, bars, soup kitchens, even health centers. St. Chris's was the only place that would still take him -" She does not note that it's because she signs up to deal with the guy when she can because his punches and other attempts at injuring her are decidedly feeble. "No word on the street except the fact people feel safer with him not around.
"Blaine Montrose - likely not a real name, since I'm a fan of that character actor and he looks nothing like the guy." Tara runs a hand through her hair. She'd rather deal with Flatnose most of the time. "He was a bugchaser who turned up positive 5 years ago, but likely had it longer than that. He has been - " It's almost a sneer. God, it's hard talking about Blaine's brilliant walking suicide when she goes back to Star and sees her best friend fight for her life night after night. "This last 18 months things went from 'treatable and functional,' down to 'unemployable and almost perpetually ill.' His T-Cell count is the lowest in the troop and he's been seeking treatment the least amount of time. Lately, he's been taking things more seriously, but it comes and goes. He's been gone almost a week and the cops have a pool on if it was suicide or something like it." She rolls her eyes. "I know this guy. He's a real showman. Likes to sing showtunes in the lobby...Dresses as the Grim Reaper for Pride Week. Goes to city hall meetings and utilizes the First Amendment. He missed last week's, which is how they figured he's missing. I think if he committed suicide he'd wouldn't make it a small quiet thing because I'm not sure he could make anything in his life quiet or small."
She has been giving this report standing. These last two? She needs to sit down. "Lastly, Kim-Ly and Anh Dung. No sirnames given, ever. Mother and son. Kim-Ly seems educated, especially about history, but she declined to say how she picked up HIV. Anh Dung is 7 and appears to have been born with HIV. They both spoke English. Anh is better at it. Kim-Ly helped us with a a Quebec guy in hospice before he died last year by translating things into French. Sadly, there isn't a lot of call for translation services, so trying to find her a job has always been rough." Maybe if we could have... she shuts that thought down and continues. "Word out there is that Kim-Ly got a job of some sort, though before she disappeared. She was always welcome at the local shelters, even those that don't normally accept children, because Anh Dung is so well-behaved and quiet. Last sighting: A couple people remember seeing her talking to a man in a suit, then getting into a white work van - which fits with the white theme we seem to have going. The license plate may've had a Y or a T in it, with either a 3
or an 8."
The buzzer rings and she takes the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and puts them on the table, not all that interested in eating.