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Post by Terra on Jul 5, 2011 14:22:30 GMT -5
"Hello Terra. I'm okay, I needed something to eat after makin' things. And the murder got me scared of who will die next. I mean it's not like they will only kill one person then call quits, right?"
Terra sat back down and finally responded to Luna.
"I sure hope not," said Terra. "It depends, doesn't it? If it was a crime of passion, the killer's unlikely to ever kill again. But if it's a serial killer or something..." She shuddered. "There's no evidence so far to suggest that it is, though."
She felt something brush her ankles and looked down to see what appeared to be a fedora waddling across the floor. To her surprise, the fedora appeared to speak. "Excews me," it said.
"I...what?" Terra stared at it. "What's that?"
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Post by Luna on Jul 5, 2011 14:31:59 GMT -5
"I sure hope not, It depends, doesn't it? If it was a crime of passion, the killer's unlikely to ever kill again. But if it's a serial killer or something...There's no evidence so far to suggest that it is, though."
"Well, we can all hope someone was just tired of that floozy, and decided to kill her, and wont kill again." She took a bite of her sandwich while shaking her head in disappointment. "It's horrible they would decide to kill anyone, though."
She took a few more bites of her sandwich.
" I...what? What is that?"
Luna glanced down in confusion and saw a Fedora waddling through the deli.
"I-I don't know. Did it just talk?" She started to stare at it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2011 15:01:00 GMT -5
((Oops. Don't know how I mixed that one up. 0__o; Fixed.))
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Post by Draco on Jul 5, 2011 15:29:09 GMT -5
When Candy stormed out of the deli Drake just sat and looked out the window. When Candy confronted Mr. Maximillian III, he continued to watch. When she then spilled his tea and swiped his hat, he burst out laughing and pointing.
"Hehe, he's not going to like that."
That was about the time he felt something pass by his leg.
"Comin fwoo."
He looked down to watch the walking hat pass by along with the others.
"Either that hat is investigating a mystery power source, or it's possibly hunting season... Maybe you should try feeding it."
At that moment he realized how weird it sounded to feed a hat.
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Post by Robyn on Jul 5, 2011 16:33:11 GMT -5
With a toss of her apparently famous blonde hair, Robyn linked her arms with Icon's and gave him a reassuring side-squeeze. "Yeah! As long as we stick together, we should be just fine. Safety in numbers and all that."
Icon gave her an incredulous glance. "...There's only two of us."
"Two's still a number! Besides, when has worrying about our personal well-being ever gotten in the way of our life's true calling?" Robyn said. "Think about it. The only stories you ever cover are about whatever dinky restaurant awards that cupcake place wins, or how well a stuffy nobility birthday party went. Remember that one time you had to resort to writing about walking, talking fedoras? That's TABLOID stuff, Icon! You're better than that! Put a murder in your headlines, and your papers will hit the big time, I guarantee it!"
Icon held up his hands against her barrage of rhetoric. "Alright, alright! So there could be something in this for me, I get it. But what about you, what do you have to gain from all of this? You're a film-maker, not a newsgirl."
Robyn's eyes went dreamy as she ran a finger across the rim of her camcorder's lens. "That's the beauty of it, Icon. This isn't just news. Everyone appreciates a good murder mystery; there wouldn't be half as many movies about serial killers and hard-boiled detectives if they didn't. But the fact that they're all fiction helps to take the edge off. They can go home, rest easy knowing that it didn't really happen."
Her dark green gaze lifted to meet her partner's, and he could see the smouldering ambition roiling within it, nearly frightening in its gravity. "If I can capture this all first-hand-- artistically, truthfully, and engagingly-- then they'll live it too. The edge will be sharper than anything, and it won't be something you can go back to bed and forget about. It'll follow them...it'll be revolutionary."
Icon's eyebrows were high at this point. "Um, wow. I guess you're really serious about this."
"Oh, yeah, totally," Robyn said, reverting to her cheerful demeanor, "It'd be awesome if we could figure out some stuff about all this. Actually helping some of the people in this town would be cool too, haha."
She laughed as she adjusted the focus on her camera, and then panned around to capture a nice establishing shot of the town square. It was bustling with worried citizens, and she managed a really nice angle of the chalk outline of Hunty's body below the strips of caution tape. After she felt she'd gotten enough, she clicked off the record button and turned to Icon.
"Okay, now we need to actually interview some people. How do you feel abouuuuuut..." Robyn waved her index finger wildly around until it settled on the fountain, where the local fortune teller was speaking to a man whom Robyn was sure she'd seen somewhere on television. "There?"
"Oh, come on," Icon said, "We need to talk to some actual reliable sources. Ones that don't peddle vague premonitions to people to take all their cash?"
Taking Icon by the wrist, Robyn laughed as she pulled him closer to the man and woman. "Don't be such a downer. It won't take long, and it might be good for a laugh if she actually doesn't know anything. Maybe we can get her to talk without her having to dabble in her witch's brews and carrot cards."
"That's tarot cards."
"Whatever."
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Post by Nova on Jul 5, 2011 17:05:04 GMT -5
((Robyn, Madame Ginz isn't inside her tent as she asked the weatherman if he wants a palm reading near the fountain xD))
"Yes Peter, you see there has been a recent killing here in the Netwa- oh you heard? Yes, while the Floozy's death isn't the worst thing that could happen to this town, the presence of the mafia worries me greatly. And apparently Miss Ariana Kellen has been watching me as of late, which increases my paranoia. She is of the upper class, so naturally I assumed you would have known her...ah you do? Is there anything you can tell me? Mmhmm.. yes I heard Miss Celes Teal mention that when she was talking with Joseph a few months ago... mmhmm.. oh really?! I didn't know that, but that doesn't trace to the mafia does it? Yes, I didn't think so. Anything else? Alright, thanks for your help. Oh, do you have any vacancy at your hotel? In case something drastic happens I might need to make a quick escape. You know how I am... perfect! I certainly afford that. Thanks Peter, I'll talk to you soon."
Meowington hung up the phone and sighed. Was he overreacting? Probably. All it was was a look from an innocent lady of the upper class, that doesn't mean she's part of the mafia. But things were getting dire, and he always assumes the worst in dire situations. He looked at his watch and figured that Joseph should be coming home soon. Though there were a lot more people in the Town Square than usual, so he might be chatting with the ladies.
With all the staff gone, he decided to dust and organize the upstairs living room. Looking at the clock once more and realizing Joseph still isn't home. Just then, he had a horrible feeling in his gut. He knew he had to go to the Town Square right away. He ran to to the manor entrance, grabbed his coat and gracefully ran to the Square to see Joseph with a look of utter horror on his face.
"Master Maximillian III! I am so terribly sorry I was not with you for your daily constitutional! I got completely caught up doing my responsibilities that I lost complete track of time and- oh good heavens! Your clothes, Master! They are soaked with tea!" He grabbed a small cloth from his pocket and gently dabbed the cloth against his Master's clothes to soak up the spilled tea. "My sincerest apologies, Master."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2011 17:23:02 GMT -5
When she saw Meowington again, Ari quickly backed up. Sure, she was on her balcony and he was down in the town square, but she realized that she'd been obsessing about him too much today. Perhaps the shocking news of a murder had triggered it. It was her escape from fear for her own life.
Well, judging by what the fortune teller said, she wasn't in any danger at all. With a sigh, she walked back inside and patted her kitten, a Calico named Mimi. She had often thought about getting a friend for Mimi, perhaps that kitty who had been digging in the trash would be a good second kitty.
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Jul 5, 2011 17:53:48 GMT -5
"HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND- Oh, uh, I mean, no, I didn't say that," said Dr. Strife, squinting his eyes at the detective. "Neverthelessons, thank you for enlightening me on your true profession." The doctor crossed his arms. "As for the body, no, I haven't received it yet. That's why I'm down here - to retrieve it for said autopsy. Apparently the boys at the station thought it would be amusing if they made me march all the way down to the square to ask directions from senile townsfolk." "Dewwi!" came a muffled voice from his fedora, after which it seemed to take off into the misty sky. "ERAAGH!" snarled Strife, shaking his fist at the air. "Curse you, Maw- I mean weather man!" While Strife and Ian continued their discussion, Mawk fluttered erratically inside the fedora, guiding it in the general direction of the local deli. He landed in the alley just to the left of the front door, then waddled out on his hind paws and entered the building. He scurried around randomly on the floor, muttering things like "Excews me" and "Comin fwoo" as he zigzagged around the legs of various customers. "Hey, if you're asking me for directions to where the police station is, don't even ask. I'm new to this town, so other than the town square, I really haven't had the time to explore it properly, see what hidden gems there might be. By the way, doctor, what's your opinion on this murder created by the mafia?" As he was talking to the doctor, Ian noted the fedora flying away, but didn't think it was that important, although he was a little bit creeped out to how the doctor reacted to it. It was almost as if the doctor had lost his sanity some time ago, putting him in almost a mad scientist territory. Ian knew that he had to be careful around him.
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Post by Celestial on Jul 5, 2011 17:53:51 GMT -5
She listened for a while as Joseph talked about the incompetence of his help, nodding politely as she did. Celes then noticed Ariana waving to her and smiled. She liked Ariana, although they did not speak much. Joseph however seemed to think that the wave was directed at him. Celes, despite often doing the same thing herself, was not particularly happy. But while Joseph was responding to the wave, Celes began to think about what he had said. The name of his butler through struck her.
"Meowington..." the girl paused. "Bertie, do you know him?"
"Cannot say I do, ma'am. I have seen him around but never got to make his acquaintance."
"I thought you butlers had a special club or something!" Celes waved back at Ariana. She did listen to her butler but rarely faced him when he was behind her.
"Sadly not, ma'am."
Joseph had by then torn himself away from his posturings and apologised for implying that Celes ever associated with the deceased floozy. The girl's face became stern, although not teacher-stern. More like a child's imitation of teacher-stern.
"You should be but I'll overlook your transgression this time. This town is going to the dogs. Why, if my father was here, he'd sort them all out in a flash. Evict the louts and replace them with good, honest people."
Before she could go on any further, Joseph had become distracted by the deli, voicing his disgust. Candy wandered over to their bench. She curtisied at Celes and Celes smiled, although mostly due to happiness at being respected. Despite her social standing, Candy was a fairly charming girl.
Who had just spilt Joseph's tea. Well, charming most of the time. Celes put a gloved hand up to her mouth in horror but in truth it was to supress the giggles. Joseph looked so silly witht he tea on his clothes. It was never a good idea to anger people in large groups. There were always nuts who would react badly.
Another character rushed on to the scene. By the way he began fussing over Joseph, Celes assumed that this must be Meowington. It was better not to watch this display any further and deepen Joseph's humiliation.
"If you'll excuse me, Master Maximillian," Celes said politely, getting up and giving him a small bow before wandering away. "Bertie, I'm hungry."
"I could fetch you something from the manor, ma'am."
"But I'm hungry now!"
"If that is so, I'm afraid the deli is your only choice."
Celes sighed. It was a nice enough establishment but it was rather common. Then again, it was where all the excitement seemed to be and there was safety in numbers. Plus she was very hungry. Well, if she did not like the food, she could always shut it down.
"Oh, alright. Let's go."
The girl walked into the deli and began taking off her gloves before realising it was better her gloves got dirty than her hands. Even if the gloves were expensive silk. She walked up to the counter.
"Sandwich with chicken and lettuce. And please use your best, freshest ingredients," she said in the slightly patronising voice that she used when ordering somebody around. The girl found a seat in the middle of the deli while Bertie stayed behind to collect her food.
Something brushed past her leg. Celes squealed in horror and looked down at the thing. It was a hat. Curiousity immediately replaced fear.
"What's this?" she said to nobody in particular and picked up the hat. Hats were in season but certainly not moving ones. And they never talked. She lifted it up to her eyes to take a look inside.
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Post by Avery on Jul 5, 2011 19:13:07 GMT -5
Round: 1
Ever since the Floozy had turned up dead, the blonde girl with the camera had decided to become something more than well-- just a girl with a camera. She was smart, intuitive, and since the town detective had run from Netwaffle like a scared schoolgirl in the wake of the murder, the town was just itching for someone to fill his place. Secretly, of course. The girl, Robyn, was no fool. She knew the mafia wouldn't take kindly to a new detective in their midst.
She began her investigation immediately, poring over the sordid histories of Netwaffle's residents, both surprised and exhilarated by what she discovered. For a sleepy country town, Netwaffle sure was a hotbed of unsavory characters. Of all the individuals, though, one name stood out to her the most, and with her heart thudding madly, Robyn decided to waste no time. She could not allow the mafia to claim another victim. She had to investigate this person immediately.
To her credit, Robyn was right: the person she suspected was indeed a member of the mafia. She had guessed right, such a great sleuth!
Unfortunately for her, once the mafia got wind that one of their identities had been compromised, they simply couldn't sit pretty, waiting for that member to be arrested for the Floozy's murder. Oh no. It became clear to the mafia that Robyn had to be dealt with. And quickly.
So as Robyn walked home that night, a bounce in her step, camera clutched tightly in hand as always, the mafia descended on her from the shadows, like wraiths. She was dead before she entirely knew what was happening-- though true to form, she managed to snap one last picture before she fell.
It shows four dark figures, their faces shrouded by the black night.
The mafia.
Someone will have to pay for this heinous crime. That much is clear. The Floozy's death was a tragedy, but this-- this is something far greater! Robyn was an esteemed member of this town. Her death cannot go unpunished.
It simply can't!
[Continue RP] [Please find the rules and deadlines for the execution voting in the sticky thread on this subboard.]
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Post by Robyn on Jul 5, 2011 19:30:09 GMT -5
((Robyn, Madame Ginz isn't inside her tent as she asked the weatherman if he wants a palm reading near the fountain xD)) ((FFFFFFF shoot let me go fix that.)) ((EDIT: Fixed!))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2011 19:34:13 GMT -5
Ariana awoke that morning, unknowing of what had happened that dreadful night. It was just another day for her. She wondered what she should do today.
Then she remembered. She should find the kitty by the trash can. She got up, combed her hair, and braided it today. She put on a simple pink frock and headed for the deli, wanting to ask about the cat.
It was a nice morning with a gentle breeze, but who knew what would happen later that day. The weatherman had said something about storms, so she had better act fast.
She walked up to Chane, smiling a small smile.
"What would you know about a stray cat in town?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Lurker on Jul 5, 2011 19:56:35 GMT -5
Hoped the floozy was a one-off. Was wrong.
It is too early.
No. Must not let another murder happen. The Mafia must be stopped. I must stop them.
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Post by Terra on Jul 5, 2011 19:57:10 GMT -5
Terra yawned. She had awoken early for the morning paper route, and she hadn't gotten quite as much sleep as she might have liked. She rode into town on her bike and was halfway to the library when she realized that she hadn't eaten breakfast. Moura's Deli was only two blocks away when she came to this realization, so she decided to stop there and buy a sandwich. She locked her bike outside and walked in.
She was just in time to see Ariana walk up to Chane and ask something about a stray cat; she couldn't quite hear exactly what. She hung back and waited for Ariana to finish talking to Chane.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 5, 2011 20:12:09 GMT -5
Candy fell out of bed and woke with a crash.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeek!" she screamed, although a bit muffled, tasting her fluffy carpet when she opened her mouth.
She poked her head out of her window. "I'm alright, I'm alright!"
Candy mentally noted to, next time she decided to live alone, to get an apartment. Quickly getting dressed, she left her usually wavy and well-brushed hair a curly unbrushed mess, opting to put it into a very messy bun, and chucked Joseph's top hat, affectionately named Top Hat (and apparently her child) onto her head. She ran out the door of her house, tripping over misc. stuff like one of her neighbor's pies.
"HI WORLD!" Candy squealed happily, all memory of falling out of her bed forgotten, as she assumed her usual happy mask.
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