Re: Murder at the Convention: ALL CSI:'s (An RP)
{'sup people? x_x I can play Greggo and Eric, if they are still needed. PM me with the answer if you can. ^^}
ETA:
It had been a long ride to the convention. A plane, for starters, and then a cab? Everyone had to do something of that nature, he supposed, but Eric Delko wasn't one to enjoy plane rides all that much. He
wanted to drive there, perhaps with Calleigh or Natalia, or somebody. Apparently, though, Natalia wasn't going, and Calleigh had opted to go with Horatio and the rest on the plane. At the last moment, Eric was reminded that he'd probably be late if he tried to drive himself there, so, in the end, he borded the plane with his head hung low in defeat.
But, that didn't quite matter at the moment, for he was busy scanning the lobby of the hotel for someone familiar. There were hundereds of CSIs there, but that was to be expected.
Forensic Anthropology wasn't something that you came across many times, so when the option came to take a course, people jumped at it. Eric had been one of those people, of course. Being natrually curious, and such.
The hispanic seeming man clutched in his right hand, a cobalt blue duffle bag, filled with clothes and other things he might need during this time. Delko's head tilted to the side slightly, observing the line to check-in. He still hadn't seen anybody, but that time would come soon enough.
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{Greggo is my temporary character. Fear me. Rawr.
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Greg Sanders' slender hand moved to rub his right eye, hoping to take away some of the cloudy-ness that had taken over for a moment. Cabs always did that to him for some reason. Or, maybe it was simply the humidity in that place. It was much different than in Vegas, where...well, you just didn't have much wet-weather at all. The young CSI rubbed his left arm, backpack slung over his shoulder as a small yawn escaped his thin lips.
"Now, where'd they go?" He questioned himself, speaking, of course, of his co-workers. Brown eyes moved about the room, before his feet lead him in the wake of a taller man, moving toward the check in counter. It had taken a moment...more than a moment, actually, but still...Greg had gotten his room keys and pairing set-up. The length of the wait no longer mattered.
Once again, his head perked up, this time, hearing an all too familiar female voice.
"Cath?" He questioned, looking about the room for his strawberry headed mentor.
