[ Working here, in the heavy hang of perfume mostly gone to the chemicals left once stripped of anything pretty, makes Nathan a little light-headed. Not enough to pose any real danger, but that cloying scent is also all he can taste.
He's angry. It's calm, the kind he pushes through and makes an asset, not boiling to the point that blots out all else, but--still. People keep dying. Maybe that's just something he's supposed to take for granted on the Barge, just supposed to accept, but he doesn't really have that in him. If this were a different set of circumstances, with rules and a legal system and an authority higher in the department than Nathan himself, he wouldn't be allowed to work this case. Or at the very least, someone would be watching him. He's too close, not objective enough.
But that's his prerogative and there's no one to check him, so here he is, digital camera snapping away from every angle. The photos will be printed out and tacked to the murderboard easel in his office festooned with notes, what evidence there is, the still-unsolved arson-homicide its twin. Like very upsetting flipbooks. ]
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He's angry. It's calm, the kind he pushes through and makes an asset, not boiling to the point that blots out all else, but--still. People keep dying. Maybe that's just something he's supposed to take for granted on the Barge, just supposed to accept, but he doesn't really have that in him. If this were a different set of circumstances, with rules and a legal system and an authority higher in the department than Nathan himself, he wouldn't be allowed to work this case. Or at the very least, someone would be watching him. He's too close, not objective enough.
But that's his prerogative and there's no one to check him, so here he is, digital camera snapping away from every angle. The photos will be printed out and tacked to the
murderboardeasel in his office festooned with notes, what evidence there is, the still-unsolved arson-homicide its twin. Like very upsetting flipbooks. ]