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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Aug 2, 2015 15:08:01 GMT -5
"No," Julie replies easily, as that's one point that she's quite sure of, "They were there when I got there. I remember that I thought for a moment I might have gotten distracted and made a wrong turn - ended up in the wrong classroom - because I saw them first... I should have known that they were a problem..." Like most people, she can't help but think about what she should have done, at least a little, and she frowns to herself about it - at least she can comfort herself with the thought that an entire classroom full of students also didn't do what she should have done too, so it wasn't just her.
The frown doesn't disappear when she's asked if she can describe the men. "Um..." she starts, clearly struggling far more to remember that, "Hoodies... jeans, I think. White guys - tattoos... I didn't see the tattoos very well though because they were covered, but I could see just the edge of some of them. I don't remember their faces very well - I mean I might remember if I saw them, but I don't think I could explain them. I didn't more than glance at them. They were all clean-shaven, though - I remember that. The guy who shot the sergeant was a big guy though - over six foot, probably over 200 pounds. Not fat, but, like, athletic. The other two weren't quite as tall, but one was also kind of big and the other was pretty thin." She sounds rather uncertain about a lot of the details, clearly trying to avoid saying too many things that might not be correct.
Her frown renews itself when he asks if they said anything, but after a moment of thought she shakes her head a little, "I don't think so? I might have missed it if they did, but I'm pretty sure that they just sat there and waited. But I mean, it would have been easy to miss them talking once the classroom filled up - everyone else was."
Her frown clears up instantly when the commissioner expresses his appreciation for her answers, however. "Oh, it's okay - I mean, I want you to catch these guys. It's just hard because, well, my head and the drugs..." she tries to explain, "I don't know what kind of painkiller they gave me, but it's good stuff..."
Behind the Commissioner, Evangelina's lips twist into a smirk at that. But the rest of what the young woman said has her quite thoughtful. She remembers the other witnesses she interviewed describing the men in similar ways, so that it's not so much that she's learning new things but it leads her to imagining the group of men they've described - little details about how someone presents themselves can tell a lot about a person. She tries not to lean too much onto stereotypes, but they wouldn't be stereotypes if they weren't often true - these guys sound like thugs to her. Unprofessional ones, guys with more ego and something to prove than skill. Which is good news to her - those kind of guys are the type that make a lot of mistakes, and that'll get them caught.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2015 16:57:57 GMT -5
Commissioner Gordon nodded with a slight smile. "Thank you for your time Miss Mendez." Gordon said before turning towards Evavgelina. He motioned his head towards the door. They didn't need to spend anymore time here. Julie Mendez seemed happy enough with the fact that she possibly helped further an investigation. Gordon didn't want to bother her anymore. She just went through a long day. With Julie returning the smile as well as nodding he knew it was okay for him and his partner for the day to leave. What would have to be done next? James Gordon wasn't a strange to playing detective but perhaps now would be a good time to talk to the actual detectives on the case. After leaving the room of Julie Mendez Gordon left the emergency room to the Gotham General parking lot. He retrieved his phone from his trench coat pocket once more.
He dialed the number of Detective Chris Davis. Holding the receiver up to his ear. "This is Detective Davis." Gordon could hear the audible click when Detective Davis answered his phone. "Detective Davis, Gordon here. I'm at Gotham General with Officer Bradley and I think it'd be a good time to get together and share what we've learned so far." Gordon asked, waiting in the parking lot with Officer Bradley. He didn't know how she felt about this. Being made the Commissioners detective partner while he tried to connect the dots on such a case of a murder at the biggest school in Gotham. Perhaps he was trying to recapture his past as a detective. Or he was just trying to do his job and protect the people of Gotham. The only person that would ever know would be Gordon himself, and he wasn't even sure. "Uh, yeah sure Commissioner. We were following up around the Mad Dogs old territory in park row. Where are you?" "We're at Gotham General. We can meet each other halfway in Down Town. Know of any places where we can meet?"
"This little dive called Cooke's Place is smack dab in the middle of downtown. That work for you?" Gordon was mildly surprised, he never heard of the restaurant that Officer Davis had just mentioned. However it would be the best place to meet up and figure out what they had to do next. It was best for Gordon, Officer Bradley and the detectives to work together.
"Yes, I'll head there right now." The commissioner and the detectives said their goodbyes while Gordon entered his vehicle and put the keys into the ignition, starting his car.
"I'm sorry I dragged you along for all of this. Don't feel obligated to come with me on my investigation just because I'm the police commissioner. If you want to come with me to talk to the detectives I welcome it. If not, I'll take you back to your patrol car at the university." James Gordon was the Commissioner and official 'boss' of the GCPD however he didn't want to force anyone to do anything outside of their listed duties. He was glad he had someone along with him on the ride. Four officers on the same case. Much better than just a pair of Detectives. Not that they couldn't do it by themselves.
Time was just crucial for the GCPD.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Aug 7, 2015 0:49:39 GMT -5
When the Commissioner is apparently finished with his questions, Evangelina doesn't immediately react to his indication that they can leave. Didn't he say that she'd have questions when he was finished? But that doesn't matter, she only has one anyway and it's easy enough to ask. "One question, if you don't mind..." she asks as she steps away from the wall.
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember if their hoodies had any sort of branding on them? A picture or words, or were they blank?" she asks.
Frowning at the question, Julie sounds fairly certain as she says, "Um... I don't remember anything like that... yeah, I think they were blank."
Nodding at that, Evangelina says, "Thank you! You rest up, and we'll go catch these guys for you - deal?"
Julie smiles and says, "Deal."
Then she follows the Commissioner out of the room, her expression back to thoughtful. Unsure what the next step is, she follows her boss more out of habit at this point than anything else. In fact, she doesn't consider why she's doing it or if she should until Gordon finishes his conversations and pulls her fully out of her thoughts by speaking directly to her.
And what he says causes her to blink in surprise. "Sir, I don't feel dragged along. I'll admit that I'm feeling a bit over my head here - it's a big case and I'm not a detective. But if I can be helpful here, then I'd like to be. I do know much of the area around Park Row - not just the terrain but the people. That's where I patrol. I think I can help. But if I'd be in the way, don't think it would hurt my feelings to leave me behind, sir. I don't want my desire to get personally involved to hamper the investigation," she replies seriously, turning the decision back over to him while stating her thoughts on it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 22:01:38 GMT -5
Gordon understood what Evangelina meant when she said that she felt in over her head. That was a regular feeling. When a patrol officer tags along on a major murder case. Those are the cases that make patrol officers detectives. Every officer usually has an opportunity to show their worth on the way to detective. Maybe for some that opportunity may never come. Gordon decided that today was perhaps a good time to present the opportunity to Officer Bradley. She didn't seem all that bad. He didn't know for sure though. He hadn't known her for that long. For now he would reserve judgment. You learn a lot about someone when you work a case with them. On his way to the scheduled meeting place with the Detectives Gordon decided to try and discuss the case and what he and Officer Bradley knew so far before they made it to the diner down town.
"I know what you mean. Being in over your head is part of the job sometimes. You have to remember that any good cop is in over their head or they bit of more than they could chew at least once. We might have to check out Park Row after this. Depending on what the detectives have to say." While talking Gordon peered at his watch to notice that it was already 4:00. He only had two more hours until the media would expect their press conference. He should be able to talk to the detectives along with Bradley and perhaps a few more things until he had to head back to the station. He waited for Officer Bradley to reply. He knew that she was enveloped in thoughts about the case just as much as he was.
Before long Gordon and Officer Bradley reached their destination. Gordon stepping out of his car, waiting for Bradley.
"Shall we go in? Perhaps the detectives are already here." Gordon mentioned. He did not know for sure if Detectives Young and Davis were already inside. He did hope they had some new useful information though. Although then it would feel almost too easy.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Aug 13, 2015 23:23:30 GMT -5
In spite of the feelings that she expressed, Evangelina certainly doesn't look like she's feeling overwhelmed. In fact, she appears to be quite calm, though in a pensive way - but of course anybody would have a lot on their mind on a day like today. Nodding to the Commissioner's words, she says, "I'll tag along then. Worst case scenario, we add 'useless' to how I feel." Though she doesn't sound bothered by that at all. In fact, she sounds quite dispassionate about her possible inability to help. She'd like to end up being able to help, she really would, but if she can't? Oh well.
Having not heard the other side of the conversation, exactly where they're going is a mystery to Evangelina until they pull up to the place. Closing the door behind her after she gets out, she nods and says, "Sure." Looking up at the sign as she heads toward the entrance she asks, "Cooke's Place, huh? Is this the new Finnegan's? It's a shame about that."
Not that she knows for sure that the Commissioner would know about Finnegan's or not - she can't recall seeing him there but then again she went only a limited number of times herself. But she knows that it was extremely popular with a lot of the boys, but it's now a casualty of the city's land purchases - and perhaps a safe subject of for small talk. While she knows that both of their minds are on the case, eventually it does start to feel awkward if there's too much silence. But she can't imagine that she and the Commissioner have that much in common aside from the fact that they're both in the GCPD.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 1:12:28 GMT -5
Gordon had a lot on his mind when he got out of his car and started to walk to the entrance of Cookes Place. Bradley had mentioned 'Finnegans' Gordon knew of this place. It was a cop hangout, a dive that he had only been once or twice. He didn't exactly have a penitent for social drinking. He preferred to drink alone with a case file in his musty and cluttered office. Maybe there was a time where the commissioner would have liked to drink with other people. However that time has passed. He is in a completely new era of his life. The time where he ages everyday and the glory days seem a little too far off. Gordon walked into the diner with Evangelina and saw that Detective Davis and Detective Young had beaten them there. Sitting at a table with mugs of cheap coffee.
Detective Young signaled the Commissioner over, Gordon moving to sit down opposite the side of Detective Young. "Hey Commissioner." Detective Young greeted Gordon. He didn't seem energetic. Perhaps tired, maybe he was frustrated that his current efforts didn't have any rewards. This was definitely a stressful case. The leads haven't went anywhere yet but it had only been one day. There was no telling how long this investigation would go on for. Of course the first forty-eight hours were crucial. Gordon knew that, the two detectives knew that. Even the patrol officers knew that. It was a very basic and well known fact.
"Detective Young, Davis. What have you found?" Gordon asked. Detective Davis then pulled out a notepad, Gordon picking up the notepad and looking it over. One of the shooters had the name of 'Daryl' No members of the Mad Dogs had the name of Daryl. All Mad Dog members that weren't sent to prison didn't do anything bad enough to merit a federal charge. That cancelled most of them out. Gordon read over all of the notes, even if the hand writing was sloppy.
"Sounds like you boys haven't found anything too useful. Officer Bradley and I are in the same boat." Gordon stated, passing the notepad over to Officer Bradley. "We've got a few more leads to check up on. Other than that we'll have to wait until we find out what the status of the other vics and the third suspect will be."
Gordon took a deep breath. "You did what you could." Gordon noticed the waitress was about to approach them. He waved her off, explaining that they weren't going to be there for too long.
"Officer Bradley here has a beat near where the Mad Dogs operated. Perhaps she can tell us any ideas she might have?"
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Sept 18, 2015 0:33:55 GMT -5
Following along behind the Commissioner as he joins the already seated detectives, Evangelina takes the remaining empty seat across from Detective Davis. Glancing at the notepad given to Gordon when they sit, she patiently waits her turn with it, though the Commissioner's words as he hands it over already indicates that she's not going to be seeing anything that's likely to be helpful. Still, she scans over the notes with a thoughtful pursing of her lips, adding the bits and pieces obtained in them to what she already knows.
She doesn't look up from the pages until she's mentioned by the Commissioner, and that causes her to give up on her perusal of the notepad and hand it back to Detective Davis. "Well, the more I think about it, the more that I think that the Mad Dogs are a bad lead - or at least a misleading one. How old are your clothes?" she comments, asking the question quite abruptly, though the question seems to be rhetorical because she continues on without waiting for a response, "According to one of the witnesses I interviewed, they were unlikely to be wearing name brands. From the reputation of the Mad Dogs they were doing quite well for themselves before Sergeant Daily got involved. Around Park Row the gangs who are doing well always wear name brands - showing off that they can afford it in an area where most can barely afford the cheap stuff. When the good times end, they might sell their other 'bling' when they need cash - they're worth actual money 'used' - but why bother to do the same with their clothes? But Sergeant Daily didn't finish taking down most of that gang long enough ago for them to have worn out their name brands - the suspects were wearing plain clothing without logos. They either came from a less successful gang than the Mad Dogs or from outside of the Park Row area. Or at least that's my theory." She shrugs, indicating that it's not one that she's too firm about. Still, it's a thought so she might as well put it out there.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 1:11:13 GMT -5
Detective Davis shrugged with a rather impressed look on his face. "That one is on top of things, isn't she Commissioner?" The Detective smiled while taking a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, setting it down on the table. Detective Young also nodded at what Officer Bradley added. It was definitely something to go on. "I'll tell you what Detective Davis and I will go back to the neighborhood and ask a few more questions since that's our job. If we don't find anything out new by tomorrow then well maybe we should give the commissioner and the patrol officer here." Detective Davis said with a smile. "Don't you have a press conference soon, anyway?" The Detective asked before getting up from his seat.
The commissioner nodded. "We've got a bit until it is finally time for the press conference. I do appreciate you two coming down here though." The commissioner also stood up to shake the hands of Detective Davis and Detective Young. They would double check Park Row and see if anything about Officer Bradley's theory popped. Hopefully it would, although the commissioner had learned a while ago to not rely on those types of things. To always be prepared for a bust for any lead. But to also be prepared that if a lead came through. They did almost everything they could do for today. The witnesses as well as the gunmen that had been wounded probably wouldn't be reachable until the next day.
The two detectives nodded with a smile. "Commissioner Gordon, Officer Bradley. We wish the both of you luck in the case. Take care you two." Detective Young and Davis then left, leaving Commissioner Gordon and Officer Bradley to their coffee.
"I'm sure you would have liked to double check on your theory yourself but that's how it goes sometimes, you know?" He stifled a smile and took a drink. "We should get back to the station soon. I've got to prepare for the press conference. You probably should too, unless you don't want a part in it. That is fine too." He took a deep breath. The day had been rather long for him. In the end though he hoped that he would at least catch whoever committed such horrible crimes at the university. It was up to him and the entire GCPD to figure out what happened and why it happened.
Sometimes that was the hard part.
"You know the one thing I don't get?" The commissioner asked for a moment, pondering what he was about to say.
"That people will do such a thing in front of many people to send a message, even though it is almost certain that they will get caught every time. Was what happened truly an act of revenge? I suppose we'll never know. All that matters now is that we find who did it. However as a police officer, it is up to us to find out what really happened and why."
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Sept 28, 2015 2:44:56 GMT -5
"I'm on top of noticing clothes, anyway," Evangelina dryly remarks, though there's some irony to that she really appreciates. Seems like a stereotypical woman thing to notice, but she's usually the last woman to notice clothes - she may know how to dress up nice when she's off duty, but she's still a tomboy at heart. But after interviewing so many witnesses, she'd started to feel like some of the facts weren't quite lining up, and she eventually figured out a way to see if she might be on to something. Nothing conclusive, of course, but worth mentioning in case it's useful.
Especially since it sounds like nobody else seems to have any better leads on this case. When you don't have anything solid, the best you can do is grasp at straws. Still, if her last witness was right about their hoodies being blank instead of simply remembering it wrong it could easily be worth something. While she may know less about the clothes themselves than many might suppose, she does know people, and especially the mentality of the people in her patrol area. "Happy to be of help in any way I can," she nods, leaving it at that. As much as she'd like to fantasize about getting her hands on these guys personally (especially somewhere without witnesses...), she knows that the best odds are gained in this situation if she fully participates in the teamwork of the situation rather than privately deciding to do it herself. Especially since she knows exactly what happens to known cop killers in Blackgate.
Nodding to the detectives as they leave, she can't help but frown at little at what the Commissioner says next. Shrugging, she says, "They're better qualified anyway - I'm the one who keeps failing the detective exam." Though her mannerisms all indicate a certain dispassion about that, if Gordon's paying attention he'd note the very slight bitter edge to her tone - she's only pretending to not care about that.
When he mentions that she could take part in the press conference, especially assuming that she'll take part, she blinks in surprise. "Sir?" she asks, confused, though it only takes her another moment to realize that, yes, she could take part - she was one of the first officers in the scene, she interviewed many of the witnesses, she knows most of the basic facts about the case (including which ones they probably should and shouldn't be telling the media at this point...) so yes, she could participate. Probably take some of the pressure off of the Commissioner by helping answer questions that don't need him personally. So she nods and says, "I can do that." She's not really camera shy, after all - at least not when she's actually doing her job the way she's supposed to do it.
Having settled that, she finds herself already mulling over the events of the day, pondering how to best explain what happened, but her thoughts are interrupted when the Commissioner speaks up again. Looking at him curiously, as he explains his thoughts, her lips shift into a slight frown. "Actually, no - it's not our job to find out what actually happened and why - we only have to find enough evidence to establish that a crime happened and that a particular suspect had the means, motive, and opportunity. That's a lot easier. We've got several witnesses all agreeing that the suspect stated his motive just before committing the crime - that's enough for court. Why did he think it was a good idea to shoot up a college? We don't need to answer that one to get him behind bars. Personally, I wonder if the suspect was impaired at the time. If not, I'd start wondering if he has a full set of marbles - send him to a shrink to see if he's all there," she says, ending with a shrug.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 17:23:37 GMT -5
"I suppose you are right. It isn't exacting in the job description to find out why someone did what they did. However that has always been the job for me. When you find out why someone did what they did it helps figure out later cases you might have in your career. As a detective you have to follow instinct. You have to eliminate every false piece of evidence or suspicions you might have. You need to find who did it and why. That means finding enough evidence in a very short amount of time to make sure they get the punishment they deserve. I don't think the true definition of being a police officer will ever be understood. For me it has always been about doing what you thought was right. For some that might be the same." He took a breath and stopped talking for a moment.
The Commissioner then proceeded to drive the rest of the way to the GCPD building. It was a fairly busy day as far as traffic went. But not all that bad. Once they finally arrived he exited the vehicle. "I've got to prepare for the press conference. I suggest you do whatever it is you need to do to be ready. I assume the deputy commissioner of public information already prepared a template on what I should cover. Should I have him prepare one for you to? Or would you rather just stand and not have to say anything?" A patrol officer wouldn't usually have a place in a large press conference. But maybe this was Gordon's way of trying to include everybody. He wanted Officer Bradley to get the experience. Someday she might be in a position of power as well.
He still wasn't entirely sure about her though. She seemed like she worked hard enough. That she knew what she was doing. However she said she had trouble with the detective test. That meant there might have been something wrong with how she worked. It wasn't Gordon's responsibility to name the Detectives though. "If you'd like to say your piece to the media I would welcome it. Everyone in Gotham needs to know that patrol officers are doing their part as much as the Commissioner himself. However I will not force you. It is still your decision in the end."
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Oct 11, 2015 20:16:16 GMT -5
If the Commissioner knew just how much the officer in front of him, listening quite attentively, disagrees with so much of what he's saying he'd probably be quite shocked. For her police work has never been about protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty. It's about catching suspects, especially those likely to be convicted, unless it benefits her even more to allow them to remain uncaught. Of course the guilty are the most likely to get convicted, but she's never really cared about whether or not they were guilty - what matters is impressing her superiors, bringing in money, and being able to assert her authority over everyone she meets. She rather enjoys that last part.
Of course she knows better than to let her boss know that. And not just because he's famously by-the-book - she keeps that information limited to as few people as she possibly can. Even those that she knows also bend and break the law during their enforcement of it are kept in the dark whenever possible - you never know when today's bad cop will be tomorrow's reformed cop. So she has much practice in keeping her private thoughts to herself, and simply nods as if in agreement, "Well said, sir."
When they arrive at the building, she starts to nod slowly as she's told to get ready for the press conference - which in her mind is mostly a matter of checking to make sure that her hair and makeup don't look like crap. Though when he starts asking essentially just how much she wants to participate, she frowns slightly - perhaps he misinterpreted her reaction to be asking those questions? Well, either way she should probably explain herself. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, sir, but I honestly don't care," she replies calmly, though she's quick to add, "I didn't join the force because I had dreams of getting on camera. On the other hand, I don't get stage fright. So I have no real reason to either want to or not want to. You might was well just decide what you want me to do - it's really all the same to me. It wouldn't be either forcing me or disappointing me either way." She's made her decision: to let him decide.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2015 23:32:28 GMT -5
"Very well, you might as well join me then. I am going to go prepare. I suggest you do the same." The commissioner left Officer Bradley's presence to go prepare a press conference for the media regarding the University shooting that happened today. He had his vice commissioner of public information help him with what he was going to say. As well as making sure he could give a speech in front of a crowd without his throat becoming super dry. Preparing for press conferences weren't usually his favorite thing. He had a few hours, time that felt like it went by extremely fast. Although he did manage to get everything together he wanted so he could give his statement. Two hours later at about 6:00 Commissioner Gordon could hear the media and the crowd outside of the GCPD building. He straightened his tie and walked outside the building to the podium. He saw his chief of patrol, Chief O'Hare along with his vice commissioner of Public Information Detective Young and Detective Davis and officer Bradley along with a few others.
"Today we lost a great man. A great police officer. Along with others that might have lost someone they cared about, or loved. You can take solace in the fact that the killers will be brought to justice. Our department has worked since the incident to work towards that goal. We've been working nonstop to find who did this. The fact is that we got caught off guard today. We lost a police officer, a fellow Gotham citizen. The whole city is hurting. I am hurting. I lost one of my decorated officers. Officer Steve Daily. He served valiantly. Although he died doing what he loved. He will be remembered along with the others that perished today. However this isn't their funeral. This is me telling you, the public that the GCPD has been doing everything in our power to catch those responsible. And I believe that we've made some real progress. I will allow the head detectives on the case to explain their progress so far."
Detective Davis stepped forward, Detective Young standing behind him. Detective Young was usually the quiet one. Detective Davis was the one that was better with people. "Detective Young and I arrived at Gotham State University earlier this afternoon with the information that one of our fellow officers was gunned down where he thought was safe. This entire afternoon my partner and I have relentlessly chased down leads. Even with our very own commissioner. We've been pursuing the perpetrators tirelessly. Unfortunately we haven't found much solid info yet. However it is still early in the investigation."
"Thank you Detective Davis. Now the major media outlets in Gotham city will be notified with any progress we make on this case. Just know that we are working on it. It is the utmost priority of this police department right now. To find out who subjected the populace of Gotham city to terror. To find out who mercilessly gunned down one of our very own officer. I already said before that Gotham city is hurting today because of this event. The GCPD is looking out for the best interests of the victims and their families. Now a patrol officer has prepared a statement." Gordon stepped away from the podium for a moment. Having introduced Officer Evangelina Bradley.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Oct 20, 2015 21:01:21 GMT -5
Though confident enough to be more worried about making sure her hair isn't askew than she is about what she's going to say at the press conference, Evangelina does take some time to organize her thoughts and come up with what she wants to say. Well, more like some ideas about what she wants to say - she's not the type of person to want to read off a statement rather than letting herself wing it. Perhaps if she was talking about a topic she didn't know much about she'd want something of that kind, but all she needs to talk about now is what happened today.
But with both her appearance and her thoughts in order, she takes her place behind the podium and wears a serious frown as she listens to the Commissioner and waits for her turn at the podium. When the moment comes, her expression is unchanged as she steps up and says, "I'm Officer Evangelina Bradley. I happened to be only a few blocks away from the university when the call came out, so I was one of the first officers on the scene. And I took the statements of many of the survivors - both on the scene, and also the injured in the hospital. They're some of Gotham's finest young people - they weren't out on the street looking for trouble, they were in school trying to get an education and make something of themselves. While no innocent person in Gotham deserves to have gone through what they have today, this crime is all the more horrific for that. But even among the horror, there was a hero - Officer Adrián Andrade, fresh out of the academy. Several of the witnesses spoke of how he unhesitatingly attempted to protect them, ultimately losing his own life, but his actions may very well have saved everyone who has survived."
Turning back to the press, she continues, "Now one thing I know about those responsible for this crime is that they weren't a fan of the GCPD. And I also know that there's many in this city who would agree with them on that - I patrol in east Gotham, so that's a fact of everyday life for me. But I'd hope that whether you're a fan of us or not - whether you mourn our fallen officers with us or not - that you'd recognize that these innocent young people did not belong in the crossfire, and that these scumbags don't deserve to get away with it. That being said, I encourage anyone who knows anything that might help the investigation to give us a call - you can remain anonymous. Thank you." Having said her piece, she yields back the podium.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 20:57:47 GMT -5
After officer Bradley was finished saying her piece, commissioner Gordon stepped back to his spot behind the podium. "Very well said, Officer Bradley." He then paused for a moment, taking everything in. The statement he had already made. The statement from the Detectives and Officer Bradley. There was no doubt that the reporters and all sorts of media that was standing outside of the GCPD headquarters at this very moment had many questions to ask. Questions that Gordon may or may not be prepared to answer. He was usually prepared for any type of question. An ability, or talen that came with the territory of being the police commissioner. He'd do his very best to make the crowd understand what his mission was. And everything he was willing to do in the name of that mission. To succeed, to catch those who unlawfully murdered innocents at a place where citizens of Gotham city should at the very least feel safe.
"That concludes my statement, as well as statements from the detectives that are working on the case. As well as Officer Bradley. Now, any questions?" Sure enough, the commissioner was soon barraged by several reporters trying to raise their microphone to him, to hear whatever answer he might have. Followed people saying "Commissioner" Over and over again. By all meanings of the word, it was chaotic. "One at a time." Gordon did his best to keep the crowd under control. They finally did listen to what he requested. The crowd calmed down, even if it was to a minor extent. The commissioner answered questions related to the case, nothing out of the ordinary. The very basic questions like "Who is the lead suspect?" Or a question about how competent the GCPD really is, when searching for a cop killer. Questions that Commissioner Gordon did his very best to handle. Even if he had help from his deputy commissioner of public information.
The commissioner did make sure not to divulge any sort of information that the media did not need to know. Just bits and pieces that would be suitable to present to the public. The press conference was extremely cut and dry, very normal for a large event like a shooting at the university. Lasted a total of about twenty minutes. Once it finally came to an end the media dispersed. Fairly pleased with the answers they received. Once everything was wrapped up Gordon approached Officer Bradley.
"Good work up there. You're shift is over soon, if I'm not mistaken? Well if I am, you can call it a day for today. You've helped quite a bit. We've done just about everything we can for today."
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Nov 8, 2015 15:34:40 GMT -5
Once back in her place, Evangelina feels pretty good about everything she said. And she also feels pretty good about not being in the Commissioner's position. Of course it's possible that the media might have a follow up question or two for her, but the odds are low and in fact it doesn't happen. No, their questions remain on the level that the Commissioner himself can answer, so she simply watches and waits.
Finally the media are satisfied (for now) and hurry off to write their various reports and stories. She, on the other hand, finds her thoughts straying to what she wants to do when she gets home. It's been a rather tiring day in many non-physical ways. Perhaps she ought to get in a good workout to make her exhaustion complete - if she does, she'll probably sleep very well in spite of everything.
But before that, she waits to see if the Commissioner has anything to say to her, and indeed he does. "I think I'm already a little over, actually," she comments, glancing at her watch and then making a hum of confirmation, "I figured it would be unprofessional for me to go off duty in the middle of a press conference." She doesn't appear to be bothered by that, however.
Looking back up at the Commissioner, she adds, "If you're willing to take the advice of a patrol officer - do everyone a favor and put yourself off duty on time. If something happens that needs your attention, someone will tell you. If not, you'll exhaust yourself doing things that could be better done by someone fresher, and then we'll have an exhausted Commissioner at the helm. You've got a good team - trust them." Everyone knows how hard he pushes himself over a big case. In fact, she suspects that whether or not he tells her that he'll take her advice that he won't end up doing so.
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