Inanna

''The body at your feet is definitely Phoenician. There's no mistaking it now, from the scent of sea air to the glittering gold tarnished by slowly seeping blood. Even in death his hand grips the manila folder tight. Inside are scraps of paper. Newspaper clippings, journal entries singed on the edges by whatever fire they blew out of, stolen medical reports.''

''There's one more scrap of paper. It reads only a name, a place, and a time. Do you dare?''

=• Newspaper Clippings •=

Home Defense
=• Transcription of Therapy Sessions •=

Transcriptions of recordings. Blood is spattered on the pages. It's too old to be the Phoenician's.

Death of Father, 2006
=• Medical Reports •=

The reports are old but well kept. Sadly, someone seems to have already gone through and redacted much of the specific information.

First Report, 2005


=• Diary Entries •=

One Entry, May 2010


=• Sound Bites •= In his pocket, the Phoenician carried a digital recorder. On it were the voices of several people, followed by their names.

((OOC:Just a place for people to edit in IC opinions on Alessa. Have fun!)) ''"Hello? Hey Alessa, its Alex. Im having a party tonight you should totally stop by. We can make it a date." *chuckles* "Love yah."'' - Alex Waynewright

"I give you this, Al. I made it myself. You see, hon, I won't always be there to deal with the men in your life, so I figure this is more than enough to keep them away." - Tarquinius

' *Deadpan tone* "You're smiling, you're being polite, you're asking rather then ordering. . .  Look Twiggy, I'm flattered you still go to the trouble of conning me but what are you dragging me into this time?"  - Emilie Ritter