As seen on tv: Forensic Science, 1/9 5th Period

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

When the students came into the danger shop they entered into a lab that seemed straight from the heart of a police department or right off the set of a TV show. There were computers, microscopes, containers and tubes and just about every forensic doodad that you could imagine. Abby stood at the door and handed labcoats to everyone and pointed them to a row of stools around the edges of the room.

"Hey guys, I'm Professor Abby and I'll be teaching you the basics of forensics science this semester. Since I would be bored out of my brain teaching you things on paper, we're going to take a more hands on approach. I'm assuming that at least most of you have seen a TV show were they solved the case by using forensic science. They matched the fingerprints on the gun. They traced the carpet fibers. They figured out whodunit by using forensics."

"In this class you're going to be learning forensics by doing the same thing as the scientists on those shows. You're going to solve a crime." Abby pulled her lab coat tighter and motioned to a door on one side of the lab. "Follow me."

As the students stepped from the lab they walked into a dark deserted parking lot. A single flickering street lamp illuminated one corner of the lot where a blonde girl lay half against a wall amidst broken bottles, trash and puddles of water.

"This is Isabel. She's dead." Abby said, stopping about halfway across the lot. From this distance they could see that Isabel was unmarked, but it was hard to tell in the light if she was breathing or not. All in all, a pretty convincing display. "You're going to try and figure out how she died and who killed her using what you know and my nifty handout. You can work alone or in pairs or teams. Whatever you want. This week we're going to be focusing on prints that aren't fingerprints."

Passing out the handouts, Abby continued talking. "You're in high school. I'm not expecting you to know everything yet. So don't worry about knowing how to do everything on the handout. When in doubt...ask a question. I'll be around and there's always Isabel. You'd be surprised at how talkative a dead person can be."

[ooc: ocd coming soon! OCD up! Play!]

Comments

Re: Crime Scene

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots poked Isabel in the shoulder, mostly for lack of anything better to do. "Um...hm." He thought back to the last episode of Law and Order meta that he saw. "Purse, wallet, ID?"

Re: Crime Scene

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"My wallet and cell phone were stolen, but that's not really going to help you," Isabel replied. "What's the specific topic of today's class?"

Re: Crime Scene

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots considered this and glanced around Isabel. "Um...prints that are not fingerprints. Like um...oh! Footprints! Are there any footprints around?"

Re: Crime Scene

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Bingo," she said. "If you inspected my body, you'd have found a copy of this print on my back." She handed over a copy of the print.

Re: Crime Scene

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots glanced at the print and then at Isabel's back. "How did a foot print get on your back?"

Re: Crime Scene

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Maybe when the bad guy kicked the crap out of me?"

Re: Crime Scene

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"It wouldn't be that neat!" Broots argued.

Re: Crime Scene

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Broots, we're in class. You're beginners. Go with it," Isabel said with a touch of exasperation.

Re: Crime Scene

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots pouted, but went off to analyze the shoe print.