LIGHT UP THE NIGHT (open)

[NAYRU CALIBUR]

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The streets were bustling with people and vehicles as Nayru walked down the sidewalk of Times Square, hair flowing with the small gust of wind with her hands in her light tan trench coat pockets. It was chilly out tonight, and the young woman felt trapped back at her apartment, so she had decided to go for a walk. It had always helped her think, despite the crowded and noisy streets of New York City. She loved it here, though. Everyone was friendly, welcoming, and kind. However, she knew that not all people were like that. She kept her guard up, in case something were to happen.

It was strange, finding out that she was part of a place called the Moon Kingdom, she thought. Was there really such a place? Especially on the moon? Was it remotely possible? She didn't know. She wouldn't believe it until she had seen it with her own eyes. It wasn't time to search for the five senshi yet, she knew. But she would know when the time had come. She had this sort of... intuition about it. She was confident, much to her surprise. She usually felt unsure on being a part of such things, such as a conflict with the forces of evil. But she vowed that she would do her best in what was yet to come.

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[JACK WINDSOR]

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[STYLE=float: left; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px #E54404 solid;][/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #E54404 solid; margin-top: -30px;]words[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -35px;]468[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #E54404 solid; margin-top: -30px;]tags[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -35px;]nayru[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #E54404 solid; margin-top: -30px;]notes[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9.5px; margin-top: -35px;]--------[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9.5px; margin-top: -25px; font-style: italic;]Made by Amb. Tanz of PRE & BTN & OTE[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; margin-top: -30px;]Detective Third Class Jonathan Windsor had actually had a date that night, thanks, but missing persons didn't really care if you were about to escort a shapely blonde to the movies. (Not even if it was the Avengers movie, which he had wanted to see since he had heard Mark Ruffalo had been cast as the Hulk.) Everything recently had been on the far end of inconvenient for a man who wanted to have a career and a family; right now it looked like a choice between finding the relationship that would lead to that family and the career that would enable it, and he had to side with the career every time. Not because he didn't want the relationship, but because… Protect and serve. That's right. The whole reason he'd left Seattle and Portland and his entire family. So when he'd finished talking to the missing person's family, he stopped on the curb outside and lit up. Smoking hadn't been a habit of his until after the academy, when his parents had started bugging him about getting married--with his elder brother completely disinherited, they wanted to get grandchildren from somewhere. Even if the grandkids would live across the country, he supposed. The nicotine made his brain slow down, let him focus more on his thoughts. (Exercise, along with only sparing use of the drug, kept him from slowing down too much.) Tonight his mind was on the missing person--missing child, really. Anna, thirteen years old, played the violin at school, very shy. He didn't want to say to the parents what he thought, what his partner thought, that Anna was probably dead or dying at the moment. Her age made it likely that this case would soon be passed off to the Special Victims Unit… But if she had just run away (unlikely: no missing clothes, no note, nothing) then their best chance was to inform the Port Authority. Which he had done, and then he'd excused himself, citing a need to go check on their "scene". Sometimes they found bodies. Other times they found remnants. But all too commonly, they found absolutely nothing at all. Ducking under the police tape, he held up his badge and tried to disperse the group--all they knew was that Anna had last been seen right around here, and they were looking for evidence (there had been a piece of a backpack found nearby; apparently the color was similar to Anna's) and didn't need anything else added to the security camera's footage. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said. She was a brunette, a little shorter than he, but around his age--enough knowledge to be going on with, he thought. Not likely to be a kidnapper back to view the carnage, anyway. "You can't come through here. Go around the taped-off area, please."[/style]