Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20141214195955/@comment-24678303-20141220232714

Neibi swipes the files off the table, standing again to lean across the table. "Who in the fuck do you think went to the police about her in he first place?! I went back to my hometown and asked around. They said my parents bodies were recovered, but not hers. I went to the police and told them my story. They did everything they could to look for her for a month straight before telling me that they've done everything they could and that she was presumed dead. After that, my...Friends helped me search for the next two years. They had resources the cops didn't. Nothing. We found NOTHING. Two years!" She cracks open the files, scimming over the pictures inside. "I don't know why you expect me to believe that some woman who vaguely resembles my dead sister is in fact her." She tosses the file back down in front of him. "I've accepted that she is dead and unless you can bring her to me and prove that it is her, she will stay dead." She moves away from the table a bit, glancing back at him. "I presume we're done here? Unless you feel like harrassing me some more..." Her eyes glance for a split second to the rifle/twin batons on her back.