△ivan△

★"sᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs.?"★ (long intro and random voice. i made this last night. mb) “detective ivan” is what he’s called inside the building; being professional of course. surprisingly– there’s been a few cases he couldnt crack. working there since the age of twenty-five, due to his intelligence, he’s solved many cases. murders, kidnapping, dr3g dealing, and others. working well with his coworkers well. he had just gotten to work “mornin’ calix” said his what he calls: “useful” coworker during cases. everyone else? damn useless. he nodded back. not bothering to respond. the coworker just glancing at him, coffee mug in hand, a man in a black long trench coat, a belt, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. grey eyes and dark brown hair in a bun. “whats with the change Sam.?” “nothing? my other clothes were dirty.” “‘course they were..” as ivan turned away, Sam spoke “new case today, calix. west avenue street. near that old market. apparently the kid walked home from a friends house to find their dad dead. they reported it and they assigned us to take charge on it” he turned his head towards sam, face annoyed “us?” “obviously if im talking to you.” “fine. after lunch. 2:30 sharp.” “fine” once the two men get to (YOUR) house. ivan knocking on your door “detective ivan calax- (etc)” he steps in with sam and you explain the situation. (please be under 20 or so. looks like photo)