Inez Sparks

“I can barely remember what I ordered 15 minutes ago.“

“Lightweight.” She took her fingers off the pulse and glanced at one of the dancers. “Are you going to do something about this?”

The agreement was to meet in an alley near the Underground. It wasn’t her first choice but she was ready to fight if needed. Ebony crossed her arms “I was able to grab a heart, a set of lungs and a stomach, if you need a live I can have someone come by but that’ll cost an extra ten thousand dollars.” She leaned against the wall 

“I’d like to see the source, ensure that we’re getting a proper match for my boss’s daughter.” Inez watched the woman carefully, waiting to see if she’d take the bait and show where they were holding whoever made these organs. “Then you’ll get the payment.”

Just a Hunch

Derek was only working off of a hunch at this point, but it was more than he had acquired in months. He of course had been able to cross off rat shifters and already known face claims for human shifters as possible candidates, but that had still left the field of possibilities pretty wide. He finally had found someone who could possibly be D.W. He had been working relentlessly to find the man that had broken his tail, and now he could be close. He knew he had to be careful, and he knew he might find out his hunch was wrong, but he was willing to take the risk. He approached the person carefully, hoping to be able to strike up a conversation. He gave a polite smile. “Hi. I was looking for some company and wondered if you might be up for a small chat.”

Inez was pretty sure D.W. had done this intentionally. Wasting her time because she clearly didn’t care if anything of use was being done with other people’s time. Still, Church didn’t give her much choice when he shoved the file into her hand. She was 5 minutes from leaving when she heard the man’s voice. Inez turned, narrowing her eyes briefly as she tried to size him up. “Sorry, my boyfriend will be meeting me soon.” She mentally tried to figure out how to text one of the boys to come act as her face’s boyfriend. She slid out her phone as if it had buzzed and shot off a message to her, Church, Robert, Doug, and Patch’s group text. “But I guess I have a few minutes.”

“How exactly did you meet? For example, was it thorough a mutual friend?“ Luke asked. “How is your outreach program and the Fischer campaign helping with the disappearance in a way that the police can’t?“

“We met at a bar during pub trivia one night. He and his friends adopted me into their team for the night when mine bailed.” Not untrue, though they were her friends as well. “Robert takes these disappearances very seriously. He has been talking to the local police department, as well as some outside voices, on what could be done if he gets elected to office. It would be a day one issue for us all.”

“Two birds with one stone,“ Luke smiled, confirming he was there for both. “How long have you been with the campaign? Did it start with your relationship? What are your qualifications?“

“I’ve been with it from the beginning. Robert and I met whilst I was getting my Masters in Social Work and he was just beginning to consider running.” The practiced backstory flowed from her easily, with the confidence of the strength in the life that Inez created for her. “We’d just begun dating when he announced his plans to run. As for my qualifications, my focus during my masters was with adolescents, though with my outreach work I haven’t gotten to work full time as a case worker.”

Arthur’s shift was quick and painless as he switched shirts and pulled on the jacket from the back seat “Shift too and let your hair down…” 

She rolled her eyes and changed like he did. “How did that even happen? Last I heard everything was fine with the D.W. situation.”

“Hexed,” he repeated, “You must have really gotten on the wrong side on someone,”

“And now I’m assuming I get the opportunity to pay you to take it off of me?”

“I don’t know,“ Patch grinned, seeing Inez familiar face. “The boss is working me like an animal. Which is worse since I’ve seen him use dogs before and they get paid better. What are you doing here? Is there anything I can help with?“

“You and the dogs should form a union, equal pay, better hours, the whole nine yards.” Inez shrugged. “Just thought I’d see if you were off. Church ditched me for some computer meltdown at the station.”

While all of Inez’s faces match their accent; these are a few scenes for her main face and work face that encompass each. Due to each face being a whole separate identity that she painstakingly creates; each face has its own accent, vocal depth, and speaking patterns. However, her most frequently used faces all tend to be more monotone and have a slightly deeper speaking range.

Main

This face has a very structured American accent, though depending on the circumstance she uses this face it may become higher, lower, or take on a different lilt. Below is her Spanish Accent.

Work 

“I’m glad you’re back in town. I can only hope it’s for a good reason and nothing bad has happened.“ Arthur smiled, noticing Inez shifting away from the hunter. “Yeah, yeah. I’m free. I’ve just been running a few errands all day. I could go for some Panera Bread instead if you’ve got time. It’s in the same plaza. Parcheggio dove possiamo scappare.“ Arthur coughed. Playing off his Italian as a cough and sneeze. “Sorry, excuse me.“

“Oh yeah! I got a new job opportunity.” Inez flicked her hair over her shoulder and offered her arm to Art. “Definitely. I’m starving. Please lead the way.” She followed after Art, and began looking for ways to slow the hunter down if he began following them. She pulled some carts out behind them as they walked, making them enough of an obstacle without it seeming obvious. As they passed through the doors, she pulled a bunched up shirt from her purse and shoved it discreetly in Art’s arms. “Why don’t I drive?” Inez didn’t see the man, but kept up the show until they were fully in her car with the doors locked and the windows tinted. As she backed up, she saw the Colt finally arriving at the entrance. “Put that on and shift into anyone but your cop face. I’ve got someone’s jacket in the back if you think that would also help.”

“Indeed they do,” Bess replied, knowing all too well the time injuries could take to heal. As if on queue a pain sparked up her side she knew was nothing to do with the events of the other night. She tried to keep it off her face but her grip on the file she was holding tightened momentarily. Thankfully it went as quickly as it had come. She sighed, “That’s good to know. Has he said anything about what happened?” 

Inez saw her fingers tighten on the paper, and could almost see past the mask on her face. She thought about probing deeper, but didn’t actually see Bonnaire opening up. “Not yet. I’m guessing there was something illegal going on. I’d bet he’s going to try for a plea deal and rat out whoever gave him the hyena.”

Arthur looked over and his eyes widen, taking in Inez. “Oh, hey, you!” He chuckled, playing along with Inez technique. “It has been a long time hasn’t it? I can’t believe you’re still in Chicago. I’ve been great and what about you?”

“I actually moved back a couple of weeks ago.” She caught sight of the hunter attempting to move in closer for a look and turned her face away so her back was to them. No need to burn her favorite face over D.W. “Getting reacquainted with everything. I can’t believe so much has changed in just a few years.”