A cop(20s maybe?) is working the case of several arsons happening at buildings such as orphanages, school, and other children buildings. On her way home one night she finds a young child stumbling along the side of the road, it's a young girl(3-8). The girl has burns on her adn jittery. The cop takes her in to the police station but discovers there are no missing children reports that match the girl. The cop noticed the child's odd behavior she takes her to the hospital but the girl screams and jerks away when anyone touches her and refuses to be examined. The cop finally decides to take the little girl home with her, she doesn't trust foster care because the cop herself was a foster child and she definently doesn't want to leave the little girl at the shelter or safe house, the cop figures the little girl's been hurt enough and wants to keep her safe.
Over a weeks time for arson cases pop up and the cop struggles with keeping up with the case and taking care of the little girl who continues to show increasingly worrying behaviors and seems obsessed with fire. One night the cop accidently walks in on the child washing and notices a lot of scars, especially one prominent one on the girl's left hip that says FirƎ. The cop starts to see a conection between the girl's sudden appearance and the arsons because at every crime scene the word FirƎ has been found.
After the cop satrts putting thinsg together though bad thinsg start to happen to her, strange visitors, people following her, terrifying night time expeirences, threats, and worse. The cop is desperate to find out what's going on and to protect the little girl, who's gotten even worse with her self-destructive obsessive behavior.
Will this cop be able to stop what's happening? Discover who's burning buildings? Or will this case prove to dark and twisted for her to survive?
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Name: Jane Doe (Real name unknown, goes by Janie)
Age: Around 6
Appearance: She's a small, malnourished girl, very undersized, looks younger than she really is. She has a small frame, narrow boney shoulders, boney thin limbs, her face is small too.
Her skin is pale, very pale, except for her scars, most of them are burn scars, like cigarette burns all over her tiny body. On her right cheek bone there's a line of four cigarette burns that are fresh. On her left hip the word FirƎ if branded. She has other burns on her body and other scars that look like cuts, but most of them are burns.
Her eyes are techniquely a dark brown but they look black, they are slightly almond shaped and are rimmed with thick black eye lashes. She has thin-ish black eye brows. Her hair is also curly and black, it goes to above the nape of her neck, in a pixie cut of sorts though if you look closely her hair's singed, like it was burned short instead of cut short.
Her clothes are rags, a short skirt that goes to just above her knees, it look like it used to be brown skirt with some type of design on it but is now to filthy, burned, blood stained, and tattered to look pretty or to see what it orginaly looked like. The edges of the skirt are burned and ripped so the skit could have been longer that it currently is. Her shirt is a used to be white, short sleeved, little girl's blouse, but like her skirt it's soot and blood smears, burned and tattered so you can't tell what it orginaly looked like. She has no shoes or socks.
Bio: Not much is known about her past except it was violent and had a lot to do with fire. More of her past will be revealed during the RP.
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Name: Jessica Winter (Goes by Jess)
Appearance: She is an average young woman, aroud 5'-7" in size. Her face is heart shaped, and she has long and wavy brown hair with natural blonde highlights. Her eyes are a blue color, the shade of the deep ocean. Her skin has a bronzed glow, and has a petite body structure. Despite her structure, she is strong and able to defend herself. You'll either see her in her police uniform, or in skinny jeans, blue converse and a tank top.
Bio: Jess was the first one in her family to graduate highschool, college, and maintain a job. She was in foster care the majority of her life, due to the fact that her father passed away. Her mother was an alocholic and left without a trace when Jess was only 5. She has no clue if her mother is dead or alive. Due to her rough past, she decided to become an officer so that she could defend people, and fight for the rights of innocent people.
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Jess's alarm clock rang promptly at 5:00 AM. She rolled out of bed and went about her morning routine. Before going down to breakfast, she checked on Janie in her bedroom. She had found this child on the streets, very small and malnourished in her appearance. She had decided to take in the young child, instead of enrolling her in foster care. She knocked softly on the door, "Janie, how are you doing?"
It'd only been a few days since Janie had come to Jess, who she called MJ, short for Miss Jess's house, the burns on her face, which had been fresh when she'd been found were healing slightly, but still were painful.
The little girl turned over in her rather large queen sized bed, her room was what used to be the guest room when she heard MJ knock her door,
"Good." she called very softly, she climbed out of bed cautiously, peering at the window before moving, she didn't want someone to be watching her. She went to the door adn opened it up, looking up at MJ with her serious dark eyes.
Janie wasn't very talkative, normallys he limited herself to oen word sentences, her speech wasn't the best, it was slightly slurred and stumbly like she'd never really been taught to talk right.
Jess smiled softly at the young girl. " I hope you slept well. Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast? I could make anything you'd like! Then perhaps you could come to work with me so you don't have to be alone all day." She had already grown attached to this little girl. She was very concerned, and hoped that she would be able to heal soon.
Janie nodded, breakfast meant cooking, which meant fire. She stepped out of her room and shut her door and satrted down teh stairs. She was rather careless about things, almost to the point of purposefully hurting herself it seemed as she stumbled down the stairs, tripping and nearly falling many times.
Honestly Janie never seemed to care about pain, not from the burn on her face or from running into things, falling, nothing. Near the end of the stairs she did trip adn fall down to the bottom. She got up and walked of like nothing ahd happened.
It wans't that Janie didn't feel pain, she felt it, but in a creepy ways he almost liked it.
Janie ran into the kitchen and putting the frying pan on the stove she turned it on. THen she stared at the flames dancing under the pan, watching then leap around, they were blueish, the stove was just heating up, they'd be yellow later.
Jess carefully followed Janie down the stairs, watching the girl trip, and get up as if nothing had happened. She was perplexed, but didn't want to questioning the girl, after all she hadn't been here very long. She set the pan on the stove, and put some butter in and let it begin to heat up. As she turned on the stove, the flame sparked up. She watched the butter melt, and begin to sizzle. After casting a sideways glance at Janie, she cracked an egg into the pan. While letting it cook, she got out plates and utensils. She finished eggs for each of them, and set them down at the table.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom Janie, I'll be right back!" she chirped perhaps too cheerfully. As she sauntered over to the bathroom down the hall, she hadn't realized that she had left the pan on the stove.
Janie watched MJ leave and then went over, she'd liked the way the butter heated and boiled when it was in the pan she took some more butter, a lot of it actually and put it into the pan, it melted and bioled, but before it could totaly go away, she took th epan off adn stared at the boiling butter.
Janie held one hand out and slowly tipped the boiling butter into her hand, her skin turned red adn started to blister, but Janie kept pouring and staring at her hand.
Jess came out of the bathroom and noticed Janie with the pan in her hand. "Sweetheart, what are you doing with that pan? You wouldn't want to get any more burns would you? Let's sit down and finish our eggs. Then maybe you can think about coming to spend the day with me at work!" She gestured toward the eggs at the table to daintily took the pan out of Janie's hand in placed it in the sink.
She sat down at the table and began to eat her eggs. She found it peculiar to find Janie holding the pan right near the stove. Oh well, she thought. Maybe Janie had wanted her to make her more eggs, after all she rarely said much. "So Janie, how would you like to come to work with me today?"
Janie quickly hid the hand she'd poured the hot butter on, not wnting to let MJ see that she'd used the hot butter to burn herself. She sat down and used her other hand to take the fork and eat the egg quickly.
"Yeah." she said in response too MJ's question, she finished half her egg before she pushed her plate away, not hungry anymore. She'd been practicly starving when she'd been brought in, her stomach was shrunk from starvation sos he still didn't eat too much, her appetiete was growing slightly though everyday.
"Perfect!" Jess replied cheerfully. "We'll probably be leaving in around 5 minutes. I just have to go upstairs to get changed and brush my teeth." she spoke softly, finished her egg and dumping her plate in the sink. She brushed crumbs off of her and glanced toward Janie. "Will you be alright while I go upstairs?" She was hesitant to leave the little girl alone after seeing her pick up the pan off the stove.
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Janie looked at MJ, wondering why she'd think she wouldn't be OK. She looekd down at herself, she was still in her PJs, she had to change. She hoped off the chair, moving her burnt hand so it stayed hidden, and instead of andswering MJ she half ran half tripped up the stiars to her room. MJ had bought her some clothes so she wouldnt have to wear her burnt , bloody rags she'd been found in.
Janie entered her room adn shutting the door went over to the wardrobe to pick out her clothes.
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Jess watched Janie go up the stairs, tripping. She hoped the girl was alright. Glancing up the stairs toward Janie's closed door, she marched up the stairs taking them two at a time. She strode down the narrow hallway and into her room. Putting her uniform on in a hurry, she went into the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth. While putting the toothpaste on her toothbrush, her phone began to buzz. She checked the caller ID, it was the sheriff. She picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello?"
"Hello Jessica, you are needed down at the station ASAP. We found a new clue on the most recent arson case."
"Roger that! Be down there in 15 minutes!"
She ended the call and quickly finished getting ready. Running down the hallway, she knocked on Janie's door as she went by. "I'll be in the car, come down as soon as you're ready!"
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Janie pulled her clothes out, she heard MJ bang on ehr door and tell her shed be in the car. Janie moved at her normal pace, pulling on a set of jeans and a loose orange t-shirt. She put on a set of whiet sports socks and put on a set of black tennis shoes with light pink highlights. She didn't know how to tie her shoes though so she put stumbled out of her rom with them untied.
Janie had forgotten about ehr burnt hand as she got dressed adn didn't try to hide it when she climbed into the car, MJ was making her sit in a car seat beacuse she was so small. Janie sat down and fiddled with her seat belt, finally buckling her self in both in teh car seat and using the car belt.
"Ready." she said quietly, staring out teh window, it was still dark, the sun was starting to rise though.
Jess watched as Janie got into the car. Turning the key into the ignition, she turned around, " I can help you tie your shoes as soon as we get down to the station." she murmured. She began to back the car out of the garage and onto the street. Holding the steering wheel in one hand, she zipped down a few roads watching the sky roll on by above her. Not paying attention to the road, she abruptly noticed a person crossing the street and slammed on the brakes and hitting a telephone pole. The airbags came on, knocking the wind out of Jess. Waiting for the airbag to deflate, she noticed no damage had been done to her car.
"You alright back there?" she puffed to Janie. She slowly backed the car off the curb and away from the telephone pole. She let out a nervous and unsteady breath. "Sorry about that Janie, I should have been paying better attention." As she continued at a slower speed down the road, she looked in her rear view mirror to peek at Janie. She noticed a plethora of fresh looking burns on one her hands. With a perplexed expression on her face, she continued driving.
Janie felt her whole body snapped forward and then she was jerked back by the safety belts. She looked outside to see what had happened. Her neck hurt from snapping forward, but she didn't mention it.
"I'm fine." Janie said in respons eto the question.
She pressed her nose to the window looking outside at the people and building speeding by as the drove along. Janie reached up and rubed her neck where the belt had nipped at her skin, it wa sturning red, adn she felt like she was getting a cramp in her neck, a crick or whatever it was called.
At last, Jess sped the car into the parking lot of the police station. She unbuckled her seatbelt. She was still breathing in short quick gasps. "You sure you're okay Janie? I'm so so sorry." she murmured guiltily. She studied Janie closely. Her gaze landed on Janie's neck, which was slowly turning a more intense shade of red. "Is your neck okay? Do you want to go the doctor and get it checked out? There might be an ice pack in the station that we could put on it." she babbled worriedly. You idiot. You've only had this girl in your care for a few days and look what happens. Get a grip and get yourself together. This girl needs your love and care.