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2:27pm Jul 2 2013 (last edited on 5:48pm Jul 6 2013)
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Copy/pasted from my petpage, you can read it here, and flip through the three petpages if you'd like.
Meant for a 1280x1024 screen, it may not work for your screen, hence me putting it here.
It's from an actual episode of "Waking the Dead", and again no, not "The Walking Dead".
Added and changed some things to make it less boring, but most of the dialogue is basically the same.
Also, I have a terrible habit of not breaking up quotations, so sorry for the eyesore. ; n ;
Walking on Water
"Boyd?" Mel asked. There was a pause on the line for a moment. "Look, it was Fin Doley's idea to turn the boatyard into apartments. That's what he and Thomas Lovelle were planning to do. So I want you to get anything you got on Thomas Lovelle's business partnerships and bring them down to me at the dock in a few minutes. Okay?" Boyd explained. Mel thought about it for a minute. "Okay. Where are you?" Mel asked. Boyd sounded confused. "I'm at the seaside...you know where I am." With that Boyd flipped his phone shut and continued to walk along the shore.
Mel carried the bag towards Boyd. The air smelled of fish and ocean water. "Boyd. I got the stuff you wanted." She said. "That's great." Boyd responded. His cell rang suddenly. He flipped it open. It was Frankie. "Frankie?" Boyd asked. "I've got the results from my population tests and it's picked up two unusual things in two of the suspects' DNA." Relief began to flood Boyd's mind. "So what does that mean?" He asked. "Thomas is Mark's real father." Frankie replied. Boyd sighed. "Okay. Tell Grace that and get her to talk to Mark Lovelle...alright thank you." He flipped his cell shut. "Okay, so what was that about?" Mel asked. "Mark's not adopted. Thomas Lovelle is Mark's real father." Boyd said. "You're kidding. Hasn't he got enough problems---what are you doing?" Mel asked. "Going for a walk." Boyd said. as he began to walk away. "What?" Mel asked. "Come on, it'll be fine! Trust me." Boyd smiled. "Okay, now I really am worried..." Mel sighed, running to catch up to Boyd. Once she had caught up Boyd began to speak. "Okay, so. October the third...eight o' clock. The records show the tides were going out--" "What? What happens if the tide comes in now? Aren't we a bit exposed here?" Mel said worriedly. "Well when the boats face in the tide's going out. When the boats are facing out the tide's coming in." Boyd explained. "Okay." Mel said, stepping into a huge hole of kelp and water. "Eughhh!" She exclaimed."
"Thomas Lovelle is coming back from a trip...navigating his way up one of the channels...he's got his wife, his daughter and his granddaughter on board. He sees another boat...possibly it's in distress...so he stops to help him and the person comes aboard the Miss Maria. They have a conversation, maybe an argument which turns into a fight he pulls out a weapon and hurts Thomas Lovelle in the shoulder. There's a second injury---" Boyd paused. "On his forhead--" Mel added. "on his forehead. He falls into the water and as far as the attacker's concerned...he's drowned." Boyd finished. "But how did he get back to shore?" Mel asked. Boyd thought about that for a moment. "He walked." Boyd said. "The tide's going out so he's just got to swim ten maybe...fifteen yards to get to the mudbank right...then he walks back. He walks back to raise the alarm. And now the attacker's on the boat and he realized there are other people in the hull. He ties his boat to the Miss Maria and takes her right out to the exclusion zone over the USS Richard Montgomery. Then he sails his boat back through the channel since the tide was coming in---" Mel cut in, "Wait a minute...the boats. Which way do they face when the tide comes---" Boyd said, "When the boats face in the tide's going out and when they're facing out..." he trailed off. Mel looked behind her and so did Boyd.
The tide was coming in.
The water was nearly up to Boyd's waist as they trudged through the water. His hand gripped around Mel's wrist as she had already stumbled numerous times and it would be his fault if she drowned. "Just keep walking. Come on. Just keep walking." he said. "We're not. We're not going to make it." Mel sounded as if she was on the verge of tears. Boyd was shaking. The water was very frigid. It wouldn't be long until he wouldn't be able to keep Mel above water, or even himself for that matter. "I'm sorry I'm---" Mel was beginning to slur. A small motorboat wasn't far off. Boyd eyed it for a second. "Let's just---let's just get in the boat. Let's get in this boat." Boyd said. Just a few feet from the boat, Boyd's foot didn't touch the bottom and he plunged deep into the water, dragging Mel with him.
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2:27pm Jul 2 2013 (last edited on 10:18am Oct 10 2013)
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Boyd surfaced, sputtering out water. Mel's head popped up a second later, gasping for air. They were about two feet from the boat now, and Boyd could stand without having his head go under the surface. He gripped the side of the boat. His eye spied something floating at the front of the boat. He couldn't let Mel see it. "Oh my god." he said. "What?" Mel asked. "Nothing...it's nothing...no no no don't look--" Mel followed Boyd along the side of the boat. "What is it---" she let out a scream. She almost let go of the side of the boat. "No no don't don't don't." Boyd said quickly, holding Mel's arm to steady her balance. "Oh my god..." Mel said. "Just get in the boat, get in the boat." Boyd said, helping Mel into the boat. Once she was in Boyd took off his scarf and got a tiny bit closer to the front of the boat. He lost his footing again and splashed into the water, clinging onto the boat with is hands. The water was almost up to his neck. "Careful." Mel said weakly. "Careful..." Boyd looked back. "Just give me the bag." he tried to calm himself and Mel. Mel slid over beside Boyd, handing him the bag shakily. Boyd put it in the bag, scooping it up with his scarf, because there was no way he was touching it with his hands; that was Frankie's job. Once in the bag, he began to pull himself into the boat. The smell was terrible. "Oh my god." Mel repeated. Boyd flopped into the boat, exhausted and barely able to breathe. His right leg was still hanging over the side of the boat. Mel lifted it and put it in the boat, shivering. She looked terrified. She began to look around frantically. He stood up and walked to Mel's end of the boat. He put his arm on her shoulder, looking over to see if the engine was there. "Where's the engine? Ah." He turned around an began to walk towards it. "Back there." Mel said, shivering. He sat down and tried to get it to start. The motor sputtered to life. "Ah ha ha ha." he smiled, somewhat flabbergasted that it worked. "Does it go any faster?" Mel asked. "Yeah." Boyd said. Though he highly doubted that.
"Throw the rope!" Boyd said as he threw his rope to one of the fisherman ready to pull them up against the dock. "Caught by the tide, eh?" a fisherman asked. "Yeah. I just drove a car so it's all the mystery to me." Boyd said sarcastically. The other fisherman helped Mel out of the boat. "Thanks." she said. "My pleasure." the fisherman replied. "Come on Mel, let's go." Boyd said, beginning to walk away.
Mel and Boyd got back to his car. He walked to his car door as Mel went inside the coffee shop. Boyd put his hand in his coat pocket, expecting to feel his keys. He checked his other pocket, getting slightly worried. He put his head down, realizing he had lost his keys. he muttered. Jogging towards the coffee shop, he muttered more loudly this time! He heard the door lock as he was about to try and open the door. "Mel?" he asked. He jogged to see if the back door would work. "Yeah." Mel said. "How long does it take to have a..." Boyd walked in the coffee shop. Mel was sitting at the table and two men were eyeing Boyd. One of the men locked the door behind Boyd. "Excuse me what are you doing?" Boyd asked. "I asked the same question." Mel said. "Sit down." one of the men said. Boyd stood there for a second, silent. Boyd let out a quiet laugh. "Why have you locked the door?" Boyd asked, smiling. "I'll say it one more time. Sit down." The man said. "Sit down." Mel said. Boyd's smile faded. He didn't have a good feeling about this. "Who are you working for?" one of the men asked. Boyd looked at Mel, confused. "I'm Detective Super--" as he reached into his coat pocket the other man drew his weapon. Mel's eyes widened and Boyd paused. He didn't really think I would pull this on him, did he? Boyd thought. He pulled his jacket, revealing the pocket, which, indeed had no weapon inside. "I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd...and this is DC Silver." Mel and Boyd laid their badges onto the table. One of the men laid his own badge down. It was real. "Apart from the Met, are you working for anyone else?" the man asked. "You must be good, since you found him." Boyd asked, "Found who?" The man looked aggravated. "DOLEY." he said. Boyd picked up the man's badge. He put on his glasses as he read the badge. "Detective...Superintendent Server." he said. "You've got two options." Boyd said. "To leave this with me and go outside and contemplate the better parts of your career. Which is now at an end. Mm?" He took off his glasses. "What's the other one?" the man asked. "Shoot me." Boyd said.
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2:27pm Jul 2 2013 (last edited on 5:51pm Jul 6 2013)
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"What's in the bag?" Server asked. Boyd sighed. "A scarf. It's soaked...look I'm cold...and I'm wet. Now what is this all about?" Server asked, "What's your interest in Fin Doley all about?" Boyd avoided the question. "Who are you working for?" Server looked behind him. "Witness protection. You accessed his file. Your login came up. So. What's the game?" Boyd turned to the other man. "Do you mind? Could you just...put the weapon down?" The man lowered the weapon. "Now who is Fin Doley? I mean, what a stupid name. So what's his real name?" Server sighed. "John Bryson. There's many parties that are dedicating to keeping him safe." Boyd said, "If I can prove him guilty, you can protect him from his jail cell." Server scowled. "And if you're wrong...don't even think about bringing his name out into the public eye." Boyd eyed the man for a second. "Are you threatening me?" Mel said quietly. "Boyd..." Boyd looked at Mel for a second. "No no no wait a minute wait a minute. Are you threatening me? " Server retorted. "The lives of a few sailors mean less than nothing compared to the lives that can be saved - IF we keep him safe." Boyd sighed. "You're going to move him, aren't you." Server responded, "Give me a good reason not to." Boyd smiled. "I've got five good reasons not to."
Silence hung in the air.
"Can we go now? Please." Boyd asked. Server nodded. Boyd rose to his feet, picking up his badge. Mel did the same. She opened the door as Boyd picked up the bag. "Goodbye." Boyd said, before leaving. His phone rang as he shut the door behind him. "Boyd." Mel said. "Hello." Boyd said. "Boyd, listen to me." Frankie began to speak through the phone, "Boyd...do the initials F.D. mean anything to you..." A bell rang in Boyd's head. "Yeah, they do." Frankie said, "Well, I think it means Fin Doley. The woman was trying to tell us be she was to scared to actually speak his name." Mel said, "I can prove it!" as she walked towards Boyd's car. "Okay okay, keep walking!" Boyd said, "I lost the car keys. Frankie, I'm on my way now. I have a present for you."
Boyd walked down the street with Server and his partner along with Mel and Fin Doley, who was in handcuffs. Mel walked beside him, making sure he didn't do anything stupid. Boyd rolled his eyes as he continued to walk down the cobblestone street. The air still smelled of the ocean and fish. A gunshot rang out and Fin Doley fell to the ground. Mel jumped to the side, startled. Boyd stopped walking. "Get down! Get down!" Server and his partner yelled. Mel sat down on the ground, stunned. "Mel?" Boyd called out. He didn't even turn around, for he was scared for the silence. "I'm okay." Mel said shakily.
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5:52pm Jul 6 2013
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Finished, feel free to critique. I'd actually like some for future projects like this. ;w;
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7:24pm Jul 11 2013
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Boop.
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