Post by Gabriel Cross on Oct 20, 2015 0:27:41 GMT -5
OOC: Here's a little introduction of my character Gabriel Cross. It kind of gives an idea to the reader of who Gabriel is without giving away too much I think. Though all in all hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
- G.C.
God created happiness on December 23rd 1985, that happiness came from when Genevieve Crosce and her husband General Orin S. Crosce one of Nevada's most well respected families, having received the greatest thing anyone could ever receive, that being a baby boy.
That baby boy being none other then the most recently signed wrestler of the wrestling promotion known only as North Atlantic Wrestling, that wrestler being none other then the man who's come to be known as GABRIEL CROSS. Gabriel was born Gabriel Orin Crosce and weighed in at 6 pounds 12 ounces. His height was 19 inches in length, he had a full head of hair that was dark brown in color with emerald green eyes.
Though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Crosce’s but another family 300, 000 miles away in a different state, in a different town, in a different city. What exactly would be the disaster you wonder? Well it could have been anything from drug overdose, to a car crash, to even murder, though one thing is for certain there was a disaster some place happening exactly at that given moment.
Though one thing was certain, when god created Gabriel Cross, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come when Gabriel would grow into the very man we’ve come to see before us today, and that’s the well decorated, well respected, Sheriffs Lieutenant of Las Vegas, Nevada Sheriffs Department...
YOU KNOW its funny nothing ever starts out how you think it should or how it will. So of course why would this start out the way I think its going to go or how it should or even will go. Hell this isn’t even going to start out with a murder... It was the middle of the night when I’d come to be awoken by the main theme song from the 1960’s live action television series of DC comics “Batman” the very theme song that I had set as my ringtone of my personal cell phone. As I rolled over to answer my cell phone, it was too late I had missed the call from whoever it was trying to get a hold of me.
“Who was it Gabriel?”
Could be heard coming from my soft spoken wife Samantha Cross who had been awoken by the sound of my cell phones ringtone going off. As Samantha awoke she rolled over and turned the bed lamp closest to our bed on.
Gabriel Cross: “I don’t know Sam let me check to see who it was...”
I said as I reached for my cell phone as it sat charging on the nightstand next to my side of our bed. As I opened it up to see who had called me, the number could be seen being that from my partner Lawrence Wright, Wright could be seen having left me a voice mail on my cell phone. As the message began to play, it could be heard being the voice of Lawrence, though something seemed wrong, as he seemed to choke up on certain words that he usually said with no problem.
It was then when he said she’s dead that I flew out of my bed, throwing the covers off of me as I grabbed my pants that lay next to Samantha and my bed. Once I had my pants on I slid on a pair of my clean socks and threw on one of my black tank tops, though before I left I grabbed my sheriffs badge that hang down off on a sterling metal chain necklace off my nightstand and threw it over my head as it hit my chest.
Samantha Cross: “Who’s Lawrence talking about babe?”
Gabriel Cross: “The star witness to the case he and I had been working on for months.”
I said as I put my black military style boots on and laced them up. Once I had my boots on I leaned over where Sam could be seen laying covered up underneath our bed sheets and gave her a kiss as I turned away from her and headed on out of our bedroom.
Samantha Cross: “Night Babe, I love you be safe okay...”
Gabriel Cross: “Okay baby I will. Get some sleep and don’t worry I’ll be fine, see you in a few hours okay baby!”
I said as I closed our bedroom door behind me. Once it was closed I walked on out of our apartment grabbing my bullet proof vest and putting it on over my chest, the vest could be seen reading “SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT” in a yellow Courier New font across the back of it. Once I had my vest on I walked on out of our apartment and quickly began running down the stairs from our second story apartment building.
Gabriel Cross: “Just fucking Awesome, just fuckin-”
I said as I quickly got over to my personal vehicle and got into it. Once inside of it I slid the key into the ignition and turned the key until the sound of my vehicles Hemi engine roared to life, each of the cylinders coming to life one by one as the sound of my vehicle slowly began to calm down as it continued to wake up.
Gabriel Cross: “Yea... I’m on my way Captain!”
.....
“Your kidding right?”
.....
“Seriously?”
.....
“Give me a few minutes I’m in route now Captain!”
I said as I ended my phone conversation with my captain. Once I did, I hit the switch that triggered my vehicle’s sirens, the sound of my strobes going off could be heard as I continued to be (10-17) which mean traveling in route to where the crime scene was and where my captain and partner were at already. Various Codes and signals could be heard over my vehicles scanner as it continued to scan for possible updates on the possible homicide which was already making headlines through the various news stations...
Gabriel Cross: “Fuck...”
I said as I turned onto the highway and continued to drive in the direction of where my battalion was located. Once on the highway I continued in the direction where my battalion was located, not more then 15 to 20 minutes later I had arrived to see the yellow do not cross sheriffs line caution tape blocking off the area that was the house where my witness had been staying at under protective services, though we had been too late on getting to my witness...
Gabriel Cross: “So we have any leads Captain as too who might have done this?”
Capt. Alex Grey: “Not a clue Lieutenant, not a clue...”
Sgt. Lawrence Wright: “I’ll tell you who did it Cross, that damn piece of shit Del La Cruz that’s who!”
Gabriel Cross: “Now that’s not right now is is Wright?”
Sgt. Lawrence Wright: “You know damn well it’s him or someone who is connected with him Cross!”
Gabriel Cross: “Nah our good ole’ buddy Juan Del La Cruz wouldn’t have done this, you know that Wright!”
I said sarcastically knowing damn well my partner Wright might have been correct about this, but with no proof to prove it until forensics came back with something we could use as a lead if there was anything left here to go off of, and for the sake of my witness all I could do was pray that she had dug her nails into the scumbag that murdered her, or that she left me and battalion some kind of evidence to go off of...
- G.C.
:: Cross Roads ::
Chapter I
Chapter I
God created happiness on December 23rd 1985, that happiness came from when Genevieve Crosce and her husband General Orin S. Crosce one of Nevada's most well respected families, having received the greatest thing anyone could ever receive, that being a baby boy.
That baby boy being none other then the most recently signed wrestler of the wrestling promotion known only as North Atlantic Wrestling, that wrestler being none other then the man who's come to be known as GABRIEL CROSS. Gabriel was born Gabriel Orin Crosce and weighed in at 6 pounds 12 ounces. His height was 19 inches in length, he had a full head of hair that was dark brown in color with emerald green eyes.
Though with happiness there’s also sadness at that very exact moment disaster would hit, though it wouldn’t hit the Crosce’s but another family 300, 000 miles away in a different state, in a different town, in a different city. What exactly would be the disaster you wonder? Well it could have been anything from drug overdose, to a car crash, to even murder, though one thing is for certain there was a disaster some place happening exactly at that given moment.
Though one thing was certain, when god created Gabriel Cross, he created not only greatness, but something he hadn’t expected and that something would come when Gabriel would grow into the very man we’ve come to see before us today, and that’s the well decorated, well respected, Sheriffs Lieutenant of Las Vegas, Nevada Sheriffs Department...
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October 16, 2015, 2200 Hours
Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.
Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.
YOU KNOW its funny nothing ever starts out how you think it should or how it will. So of course why would this start out the way I think its going to go or how it should or even will go. Hell this isn’t even going to start out with a murder... It was the middle of the night when I’d come to be awoken by the main theme song from the 1960’s live action television series of DC comics “Batman” the very theme song that I had set as my ringtone of my personal cell phone. As I rolled over to answer my cell phone, it was too late I had missed the call from whoever it was trying to get a hold of me.
“Who was it Gabriel?”
Could be heard coming from my soft spoken wife Samantha Cross who had been awoken by the sound of my cell phones ringtone going off. As Samantha awoke she rolled over and turned the bed lamp closest to our bed on.
Gabriel Cross: “I don’t know Sam let me check to see who it was...”
I said as I reached for my cell phone as it sat charging on the nightstand next to my side of our bed. As I opened it up to see who had called me, the number could be seen being that from my partner Lawrence Wright, Wright could be seen having left me a voice mail on my cell phone. As the message began to play, it could be heard being the voice of Lawrence, though something seemed wrong, as he seemed to choke up on certain words that he usually said with no problem.
It was then when he said she’s dead that I flew out of my bed, throwing the covers off of me as I grabbed my pants that lay next to Samantha and my bed. Once I had my pants on I slid on a pair of my clean socks and threw on one of my black tank tops, though before I left I grabbed my sheriffs badge that hang down off on a sterling metal chain necklace off my nightstand and threw it over my head as it hit my chest.
Samantha Cross: “Who’s Lawrence talking about babe?”
Gabriel Cross: “The star witness to the case he and I had been working on for months.”
I said as I put my black military style boots on and laced them up. Once I had my boots on I leaned over where Sam could be seen laying covered up underneath our bed sheets and gave her a kiss as I turned away from her and headed on out of our bedroom.
Samantha Cross: “Night Babe, I love you be safe okay...”
Gabriel Cross: “Okay baby I will. Get some sleep and don’t worry I’ll be fine, see you in a few hours okay baby!”
I said as I closed our bedroom door behind me. Once it was closed I walked on out of our apartment grabbing my bullet proof vest and putting it on over my chest, the vest could be seen reading “SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT” in a yellow Courier New font across the back of it. Once I had my vest on I walked on out of our apartment and quickly began running down the stairs from our second story apartment building.
Gabriel Cross: “Just fucking Awesome, just fuckin-”
I said as I quickly got over to my personal vehicle and got into it. Once inside of it I slid the key into the ignition and turned the key until the sound of my vehicles Hemi engine roared to life, each of the cylinders coming to life one by one as the sound of my vehicle slowly began to calm down as it continued to wake up.
Gabriel Cross: “Yea... I’m on my way Captain!”
.....
“Your kidding right?”
.....
“Seriously?”
.....
“Give me a few minutes I’m in route now Captain!”
I said as I ended my phone conversation with my captain. Once I did, I hit the switch that triggered my vehicle’s sirens, the sound of my strobes going off could be heard as I continued to be (10-17) which mean traveling in route to where the crime scene was and where my captain and partner were at already. Various Codes and signals could be heard over my vehicles scanner as it continued to scan for possible updates on the possible homicide which was already making headlines through the various news stations...
Gabriel Cross: “Fuck...”
I said as I turned onto the highway and continued to drive in the direction of where my battalion was located. Once on the highway I continued in the direction where my battalion was located, not more then 15 to 20 minutes later I had arrived to see the yellow do not cross sheriffs line caution tape blocking off the area that was the house where my witness had been staying at under protective services, though we had been too late on getting to my witness...
Gabriel Cross: “So we have any leads Captain as too who might have done this?”
Capt. Alex Grey: “Not a clue Lieutenant, not a clue...”
Sgt. Lawrence Wright: “I’ll tell you who did it Cross, that damn piece of shit Del La Cruz that’s who!”
Gabriel Cross: “Now that’s not right now is is Wright?”
Sgt. Lawrence Wright: “You know damn well it’s him or someone who is connected with him Cross!”
Gabriel Cross: “Nah our good ole’ buddy Juan Del La Cruz wouldn’t have done this, you know that Wright!”
I said sarcastically knowing damn well my partner Wright might have been correct about this, but with no proof to prove it until forensics came back with something we could use as a lead if there was anything left here to go off of, and for the sake of my witness all I could do was pray that she had dug her nails into the scumbag that murdered her, or that she left me and battalion some kind of evidence to go off of...