( open ) bad news like a suckerpunch

[apolly]

A. JUSTICE LAW OFFICES

Maybe you dropped by because you know of the lawyer in charge, you have a question about school, you're lost and looking for directions, the possibilities are endless.

It's early morning and no one seems to be in the front lobby at the moment, even if the door's unlocked. But a door off to the left is open, someone coughing their lungs out, but the sound is stopped short whenever the front door bell goes off.

Apollo is sick with a cold. Apparently sick enough for a futon to be laid out on his office floor (thanks to employees), so Apollo peaks around his office's entrance to see who it is. ...From the floor. This isn't an exactly normal picture.

"Can I help you?" He sounds like a frog.

B. GROCERY SHOPPING

Evening time, Apollo only has rare instances where he can actually show up at a store and get some much needed stocking done.

He's got the goods: food, hygeine, some house supplies and of course coffee. Tons of it, because he's currently buying about four tubs of it and dropping it into his cart.

C. MISC go wild. brackets are a-ok.

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[apolly]

... Wow.

Apollo looks down the evidence and squints, and it visibly makes him a little nauseous as he stares at it. That was inside the body. He was used to gruesome details as a defense attorney who took on murder cases, but it was a different story actually looking at it in the face. This guy was made of iron.

He wonders why a forensics scientist is doing an investigator's work, but maybe he was just good in various fields? Alright then.

"I don't talk to them, they said hi to me a few times though." Apollo shrugs, then scratches the back of his head. "I only opened my office here months ago. They keep trying to pitch their business outside though. I see stands all the time."

[damnyank]

A doctor who cannot stand the sight of blood and gore is as useful as an attorney who cannot argue. In other words, it comes with the territory. Nevermind, that it's only a piece of paper. The stomach-twisting, bloody stuff was back in his dead room.

"According to my examination, the poor fella died two days ago, between the hours of 10 PM and 4 AM in the morning. Were you here 'round that time?"

As to why the forensic pathologist is moonlighting as an investigator-- let's just say that the inspector of his division is a little unorthodox when it comes to his cases. He prefers to work with a handful of people. Add in austere budget cuts, and well, Jackson's finding himself useful in several respects.

"I notice the walls here are a might thin." He raps his knuckles against the fake wood. "You hear any arguing of late?"