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vatheon2012-03-27 04:15 pm
thalassino) wrote in vatheon2012-03-27 04:15 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- akihiko sanada,
- akise aru,
- amane kuzuryu,
- anise tatlin,
- aradia megido,
- axel,
- bad girl,
- bianca,
- billy iketani,
- bugs bunny,
- chie satonaka,
- ciel phantomhive,
- cielo,
- conan edogawa (shinichi kudo),
- desu mc (katsu aoki),
- dizzy,
- duzell,
- expatriate darkleer,
- gamzee makara,
- gankyuu eguriko,
- grell sutcliff,
- guy cecil,
- heather mason,
- ion,
- italy (feliciano vargas),
- jacob,
- james sunderland,
- kanaya maryam,
- karkat vantas,
- ky kiske,
- minato arisato,
- mishina eikichi,
- mitsuhide akechi,
- morte asherah,
- muraki kazutaka,
- pharos,
- ran mouri,
- red heavy,
- red medic,
- reisuke houjou,
- riku,
- rinoa heartilly,
- ruca milda,
- sebastian michaelis,
- shelly greenhill,
- shizuo heiwajima,
- squall leonhart,
- tiir rumibul,
- tsuzuki asato,
- yosuke otoha,
- yukari takeba,
- yuno gasai,
- zelda (ocarina of time)
Life's no fun without a good scare
It starts some time around 3am, Tuesday morning. Thin whispers of fog start appearing all throughout Vatheon, creeping through the narrow, winding streets, up the steps, and over the park. It starts in the lower district, but as the night progresses and daylight approaches, it spreads to the other districts as well, growing thicker and thicker as it does. By the morning rolls around, the mist is thick enough that visibility has been compromised greatly, and the temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees, an odd chill filling the air.
And on the walls, there are stains.
They are infrequent at first, just a odd ruddy brown smear and a oddly bright red drop here and there, but the closer to the Plaza, the more numerous they become. There is a large smear across the steps leading up to the Plaza, as if something big was dragged up them. In one place the blood -- for it is blood, there is no deny it at this point -- pools thickly as if whoever was responsible took a casual break there, leaving the poor victim to bleed out on the steps.
On the plaza, the mist is thinner, but that is no relief. Rather, it just functions to make the gruesome scene all the more clearer.
A woman is draped upside down on the coral. Or, well, woman. It was once a woman, certainly, but now it is nothing more than something straight out of a nightmare. The flesh seems to have been torn carelessly from her limbs here and there, showing the white gleam of her bones, her nurse outfit torn as if raked apart by giant claws and her head...
well, it isn't there anymore.
The ground in front of her is smeared with blood as well. But where the previous smears had been accidental, these are deliberate, long lines curving and meeting to spell out
But no help had been forthcoming, clearly. No, it seems that this murder, this brutal murder, was nothing more than a game to whoever did it. The walls of the buildings surrounding the plaza are coated in bloody, spelling out a long string of mocking 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's and directly in the center, behind the coral.
The notice board seems to have been hit too. The killer did not tear down any of the notices on the board already, but they did cover the entire board with blood-stained sheets of paper, each adorned with the same text over and over and over again.
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop chop till she's dead
Chop chop, sweet Charlotte
Chop off her hand and head.
For those brave enough to check, no, the poor girl still has both her hands. Was the killer just sloppy, or does this mean this is not Charlotte? So many unanswered questions, more born every passing moment.
Who had done this? Why? Where they going to strike again? And why had nobody heard anything?
[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.
And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.
]
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The game is afoot, sir.
[ Again, flipping through his notes just to check if he got those little notices down word for word. ]
I've already taken the liberty of copying the text on these notices, the position and state of the body as well as the messages written in blood.
Will this do, my lord?
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It won't do. [ But his smirk has only just faded, and he's in a good mood, the refusal isn't particularly biting. ] I would like to have a sample of the killer's handwriting, as it's been so carelessly presented to us. Surely just one of these notices won't be missed if we commandeer it for our own purposes.
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One certainly wouldn't be missed.
[ But still, to be on the safe side, he very subtly slips over to the notice board and takes one of them, folding it up and slipping it between the pages of his notepad. ]
Will there be anything else? Best we do what we can before anyone else comes along.
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[ He glances back towards the body, then at the pools of blood and the written messages. ]
That boy from earlier got me to thinking, Sebastian. [ He begins. ] About those who feel a hunger, a driving force, to kill. And with all of this blood everywhere...it sounds like someone we know, does it not?
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Quite so. Someone who's arrived just recently. Considering the smell of death still lingers heavily in the air.
[ Another glance back at the body. ]
Such a display certainly doesn't seem beneath him.
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[ He frowns. ] Too much blood, really, wouldn't you say?
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Something he was grateful for. It seemed quite likely that he would not be able to rely on anyone here to conduct the investigation properly. Already he had been outraged half a dozen times by the sheer incompetence of all these people interfering with the crime scene. Most of them were completely ignoring the very fundamentals of forensic procedure.
Including the person he was glaring up at right now. Who had just removed evidence from the scene.]
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[ But his sentence is cut short when he catches sight of Conan glaring right up at him. Bitty glare, meet deadpan carmine demon eyes.
And the slightest raised brow. ]
...may I help you?
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Ugh. And they'd just been getting to the important bit of their discussion. It's safe to say that the look he's giving Conan is less than friendly. ]
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[ A small smile, bowed at the waist to meet Conan's eye level with one arm folded behind his own back. ]
My master finds this a rather important bit of information for his further investigation. There's more than enough. Surely one won't be missed.
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