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RP POST: The Perils of Personal Ads

He doesn't want to take the responses, but he knows they're coming.

Well, he thinks he knows. Maybe he'll get lucky and nobody will respond at all. But Phoenix somehow doubts he's that lucky, to be honest. With his luck it's going to be some crazy person with a gun, or who is an assassin in their home dimension, or thinks the color green is really funny. Or who jumps straight to sex. That seems to be common in the Nexus.

He sits in his office, tapping his fingers nervously. Phew. He wishes he could find whoever posted that thing.

((Feel free to post responses to the personal ad here! Poor Phoenix.))

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Phoenix frowns. Strange job or otherwise, he can't stand seeing a woman looking depressed. "Do you want to... talk about it?" he asks. He doubts it, but he figures he can at least put the offer forward.

"Well, you aren't from my world so I guess I don't have any real fear of anything happening..." Hm. And it probably would make her feel a bit better anyway. "Well, as you could probably have guessed, Foxx is nowhere ner my real name. Things... well, some things happened back in my world that probably aren't the best ever. Accused of different crimes, nothing big or anything..."

She squirms just a little bit, the next part a tad bit uncomfortable. "Something with my work happened, got some jail time there. Served it, nothing wrong with that... Even though I didn't do it."

And the pause before the big deal, "I had been living with my boyfriend at the time, he was... murdered one day. I was pretty much their only suspect and even though I denied it and told them it wasn't me and everything they called me guilty anyway. That's where the getting out of jail and disappearing part comes from, you know? I'm just getting a little sick of running away from everything, but I don't want to go back to jail or anything because of something I'm innocent of." Long winded, but it was necessary and did make her feel a whole lot better.

Phoenix listens, his eyes widening. He's all too familiar with people being framed for murder; nearly all of his biggest clients had faced these charges, and only one had been actually guilty. He feels sorry for her, and yet somehow can't help but feel that little twinge -- that twinge of desire for the truth.

"Do you have any idea who could've done it? A friend, an associate, whatever?" It's already obvious from his eyes he firmly believes her already.

At least he didn't call her guilty and a liar or saying that there was no way to get around it. That calmed her nerves a good bit at least.

"No. Honestly, I have no idea who would have done it. I mean, Jason was a mechanic of all things, who would kill someone like that?"

He rubs his face. "You'd be surprised who dies sometimes when someone else is upset." Phoenix looks at her. "Did you try to investigate at all? See if there was anything that might've explained what happened? Even if it was just a break-in or something..." He shakes his head. "You don't deserve to be blamed for something you didn't do, is all I can say. Especially not murder."

That one she had to think on, closing her eyes for the moment or so. Hmm. "I don't remember there being anything to suggest a break-in, the door wasn't open or anything when I got there. I got there before the police and yet I was the one who called them and they still blamed it on me." She pauses, mulling over something for a second. "You know, actually... there might have been someone."

He sits up. "Someone? Who do you think it could've been?" Something about a mystery like this always draws him in whether he wants it or not.

"Well. There was this one guy who didn't like him at work..." She trailed off for a moment, shrugging. "Though I honestly don't think he would go that far."

Phoenix shakes his head. "Never discount anything in an investigation. That's usually the best way to go about things." He sighs. "Though how long ago was this? It might be difficult if it's been a while." The truth stings, but he figures he'd better tell her.

Let's see, calculating how long she's been with the agency... add some months... "About a year and a half. Not really that long, right?"

He sighs. "Quite some time, but not long enough to go completely cold trail. If you're interested in pursuiting the subject, I mean..." It's not really any of his business, though if it were him he'd be doing everything he could to track down the real killer. But he's not her, now.

"I've been thinking about doing that, it's getting rather annoying to have to hide myself from the world how I have been." She shrugs a bit, fiddling with the glasses once more. "But would they even listen to me since I really didn't... go... to jail?"

Phoenix furrows his brow. "If you could, I don't know, work in secret? Find a way to get things uncovered, and when you have enough substantinative evidence, THEN come forward? Or find someone legit willing to help. That's the best things I can think of," he says.

"Problem is, I have no idea where to even start. I'm pretty sure they would have cleared out his place once I disappeared."

He shakes his head. "There'll be clues somewhere. Probably in the police department. That would be a good start, though I'm not exactly a big advocate of breaking in. If you could get a source, though..."

He shrugs. "All you need is a few names to get you started, I find."

She can't help a tiny grin at that, "I have connections with the agency, I'm sure we can find some way in there. And if not..." She ponders for a moment, "If their security is as shoddy as I remember it wouldn't be hard to get in and out." Oops. Did she say that out loud?

"Shouldn't be hard, I hope."

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