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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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[ But he manages a single snicker for that before he takes another drag and returns to his disdain. ]
The head is nothing. The sheer theatrics of it all irks me. No planning whatsoever. There must be elegance in a kill to say the least. Blood has a particular beauty to it and I see none of that here.
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[No he's not. He just sounds sheepish.]
Aw, you're one of those poetic murderer types. How charming, Muraki. Truly charming. But I'll have to agree with you. I'm not particularly fond of these types of death. I'm all about the big scheme plan. Not that I would ever kill anyone.
[.....Directly. At least not as directly as this.]
Oh! I hope fingers begin to point and people start to go into a frenzy. It'd be awfully amusing to watch them all.
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The scheme is everything. Every movement must have a reason apart from merely hacking away at the human body like a hunk of meat.
[ But he doubts that sentence so don't mind him raising an eyebrow ever so slightly as he peers at the corpse. ]
...these cuts certainly don't look human. I begin to wonder just who would be pointing fingers at who.
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[God, he really does completely agree with you obviously, but what type of person would he be if he outright said that? In any case, Izaya never liked the idea of picturing himself as a murderer.
If anything, he just calls himself a...suicidal assistant. Sure.]
No. They don't. It wouldn't be difficult to tell whether or not they come from a blade either. The way the flesh is split down doesn't really look it. It makes me wonder if she was raped as well though. Usually in gruesome cases like this, that's not a totally shocking thing to find.
[He looks again at the body, this time a bit more closely.]
I wonder who will even be in charge of taking proper evidence of the body. If this place even has a place where they can dissect her and examine her properly. Probably not though. I feel like this might be one of the first cases available.
[Too bad he doesn't care that much. He totally has the knowledge. That weirdo. He turns back to the doctor.]
It'll be a fun time, I think. I doubt any of the foreigners will be murdered though.
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However, he takes another drag before turning his attention back to Izaya. ]
Either I or the Head Nurse will be involved with that. The formal autopsy at the very least. I'm certain Shinra might want a hand in that too. In my year and a half of residence, I have to say... this is the most gruesome murder we've had on our hands.
[ Ash tapping out, another exhale. ]
This will be certainly interesting, won't it? To see how soon our resident white knights can catch the killer.
[ A small smile. ]
Which reminds me... how much would it cost to buy a bit of information off of you...? I think I've made a new friend and I wish to know a bit more about him.