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Post by ハッピーエンド on Mar 30, 2015 20:17:22 GMT -5
Eh I'm stuck in stuff rn I'll try to rp here tommorow eh
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 30, 2015 20:30:25 GMT -5
Fermata froze. /No/ "k-kura is an artist, b-but she was sick last time i saw her!"
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Post by Koxio on Mar 30, 2015 20:34:59 GMT -5
"Hmm, Fermata you maybe onto something with the whole creative thing, I mean...who's an artist here, that knows a lot about painting?" Aisu asked. (wh oops) Jaxan bit her lip, her eyes suddenly not staring at the ground any longer - instead, having a mixture of confusion and, well, despair at Aisu. "...Are you suggesting... Kura?" she asked, shakily, closing her eyes. No. She knew Kura. Pink cat hat. Animal noises. Funny. Kind. A friend. She didn't want to let the bear get it's way, she didn't want to accuse anybody - dammit, she didn't want anybody to die - friend or not. "...Well...w-we might be jumping to conclusions..." she mumbled. "...Or...maybe they just...are messed up." a hollow laugh. "N-Not that I blame them, I mean...given the circumstances...eha...ha..." she looked back down at the ground.
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 30, 2015 20:36:57 GMT -5
Fermata shook her head violently. "we are jumping to conclusions! it could /not/ be kura! w-who else is alive still?"
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 30, 2015 20:48:58 GMT -5
"Okay everyone calm yourselves, jeez it was just a suggestion, besides I had many other ideas and yet you only focus on that one." Aisu replied quite rudely, "Besides going back to my first question, does anyone know who Okanes roommate was?"
(Gomen I'm on mobile)
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 30, 2015 20:52:12 GMT -5
"s-sorry, Aisu. I did not mean to snap." she hadnt. but Kura? dear god, she hoped it wasnt her. "I think he roomed with Angel."
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 30, 2015 20:56:31 GMT -5
"No need to apologize, anyways, since we all know Angel is dead, and that most certainly means that they couldn't have seen Okane before and after the murder, let alone the dorm room, so let's go onto my second question, was there folding chairs in the dorm rooms to begin with?" Aisu knew she could answer this herself, but the girl decided that the question might keep the trial going.
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 30, 2015 20:59:47 GMT -5
"they were in the storage room. never in the dorm rooms. there was time put into this murder" she said with a frown. why?
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 30, 2015 21:07:34 GMT -5
Aisu sighed again in frustration,"So, now that we have those questions cleared up, let's continue too go onto the murder part rather than the scene...well we need to focus on the scene but either way.." The girl couldn't put her finger on it, but thinking aloud Aisu asked,
"Isn't it weird that it is a locked door murder, which means, although as you said Fermata, the murder was indeed a set up, but how did the killer know the door was gonna be locked at the time?" Aisu crossed her arms.
"Maybe I'm just thinking to much.." She said aloud.
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Post by Misoka Magica on Mar 30, 2015 21:12:24 GMT -5
Missy's eyes were fixed, filled with supreme concern, on Paris. Her last friend. Her last remaining one. She was so extremely worried that this would screw up their brain--put a stopper in the cogs that ran their personality and thinking process--and that they would never be the same again. They had been the one to find that last body, and she was sure that something like that could mentally screw anyone up. She had to protect them throughout this trial no matter what. Taking a deep breath, Missy prepared to talk.
"Okay, guys," Missy murmured, ready to take control as she had done last trial. Eyes fluttering, she looked down at her trembling hands. She tried to stop them from shaking, absurdly sure that if they kept shaking it would reach her voice, as it had done for Paris. She took another deep breath and began again. "Okay, guys. I think we can be fairly certain that it wasn't Paris, seeing as it was them who discovered the body."
Giving her friend a comforting look and a gentle, reassuring smile, Missy nodded in their direction, directing positive thoughts towards them. She wished that Paris could hear the words she softly repeated in her mind, the ones that drove her forward throughout all of these dark trials, choked with emotion and pain. Paris was what would get her through. She firmly believed that.
You have to survive, Missy thought desperately, gaze somewhere between gentle and determined. You have to survive, and I will protect you. I will protect you no matter what.
The evidence. Oh, that's right, they had to examine the evidence.
"...You guys keep on mentioning Kura," Missy murmured again, voice soft and hesitant, "But she may not necessarily be the case. I mean, who would leave a mark like that purposefully? It could've been an accident. No one would leave a mark like that if it would mean that they would be suspected for it. However, someone could've put that mark to frame Kura. If they knew we would turn to her because she was a painter, they may've put it there.
"The locked door part is the more interesting part to me. Who knows how to pick locks? Someone like that would be very likely to have committed this murder. They could've picked the lock to sneak in, and picked it again to lock it, making it seem like an impossible crime. This is only a theory, and you probably shouldn't put too much stock in it. The real thing we should worry about, I think, is the weapon. Someone stabbed them in the heart and re-tried in the head, maybe because they missed the head and..." Missy suddenly felt sick, picturing what it would be like if someone had to pull a knife or something out of their chest, yanking and pulling, clumps of goo and blood clinging to the knife... And then to plunge it into the head, where bits of grey, jellylike brain would cling to it...
"a-and..."
Missy felt suddenly overwhelmed with the disgusting kind of person that would have to be willing to do that, to kill anyone. Dear god. Dear god. Dear god, it was awful. To be able to do that. To be able to pull a knife or something out of their heart and to stab it again into their brain. She gagged, putting a fist over her mouth and fighting to keep the bile down.
"G-g...ahhh..." Missy sighed, still shaking. "...Aaanyway... Th-they'd have to be strong enough to stab someone through their skull to their b-brain..." She felt dizzy, but looked suddenly at Paris again. With that simple look, she felt empowered again. She had to keep fighting for Paris. They had to survive. They had to.
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Post by Misoka Magica on Mar 31, 2015 15:54:01 GMT -5
Shutting her eyes meditatively, Missy tried think of a way out of this... And some evidence for who would be the killer. "O-okay," she began again, running a hand through her frazzled hair. "There are more clues than these, obviously. S-so... The bruises on someone's wrists and back clearly indicate that there was a struggle. The killer would have to be strong enough to pin them down and hold them in place when they killed him." Deep breath, Missy, she told herself, pausing to do just that. "And I'm going to go out on a clock hand here to say that Okane wasn't actually tied to the chair when he... when he was..." She nodded slightly. Everyone knew what she meant, she was sure. "In f-fact... the murderer probably arranged the body like that so they would put someone else under suspicion. They left a lot of marks and indicators around to show that they were setting up the crime scene, of course."
Missy counted them off on her hands. "The streaks around the chair clearly indicate that someone dragged Okane to the chair after he d-died. The chair's curious lack of b-blood..." Missy gulped. "The chair's unusual cleanliness given the circumstances continues this evidence for his death prior to being tied to the chair. And the blood on the doorknob... Someone wasn't very good at cleaning up after themselves."
Deep breaths. Just keep taking deep breaths.
"...This also indicates that they aren't necessarily someone who has a very great amount of strength. They must've had the ability to thrust a sharp object into a persons' skull, but not enough arm strength to carry Okane into the room and avoid creating the streaks on the ground. The murderer had to have d-dragged the b-body into the room. But they also would've had to have the strength to pin him down or take control of him in some way." Missy gulped at the next thing she had to say. "And they would've also had to have some knowledge of..."
Deep breaths, Missy.
"K-knowledge of picking locks... and gears."
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 31, 2015 15:56:37 GMT -5
"a lock only has a few simple mechanisms in it, correct? it shouldnt have been too hard for someone to improvise on that part." Fermata frowned, wishing she could say something kind to the clockmaker. to help her. but she didnt know what...
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 31, 2015 16:16:25 GMT -5
"Ah so, someone who is strong enough to thrust a knife into someone skull, yet not strong enough to carry Okane himself...hmm..." Aisu couldn't think enough upon on who it could be.
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Post by Misoka Magica on Mar 31, 2015 16:37:43 GMT -5
Missy looked down. "S-so... Our suspects for now are, I suppose... Nanashi, Amai, A-aisu, Kura, Shi, and myself." She looked up nervously, shifting. "I only say myself because it is always a possibility. Please consider all of the options before making your decision. Regardless..."
Eyes flickering from face to face, Missy looked around the circle. They again fell on Paris, and she let out a small gasp. She couldn't let them down. No matter what. She would find the killer. I will find the killer to save you, Paris. My only friend... The last one...
"...It is always important to consider the possibilities. So, shall we consider them together? Nanashi, a terrorist, would clearly have the strength to kill someone and to pin them so hard that her opponent's wrists and back were damaged." Deep breath in, let it out slowly. Tomoko would've jumped her for accusing Nanashi. The thought of the dead bodyguard was both comforting and crushing. "A-and... Amai. Amai would've had a lot of experience with using sharp tools to make candy, and would probably know how to wield it. Contrastingly, I can't see Amai having the strength to bruise anyone's wrists or back like that in any sort of fight." Deep breath in, let it out again. Koto would've chastized her for that one, she was sure... She imagined being followed around by his puppets, scolding her. "Missy, Missy, don't accuse my friend. Missy, Missy, Missy!"
"N-now... Aisu." Her eyes flickered to Aisu nervously and she gulped hard. "As a hockey player, you wouldn't be afraid of leaving a mess... b-but why would you... Why would you set it up like that? I don't..." Missy shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm getting off topic."
"I don't think it's likely that it's Kura. The only evidence towards her is the blood. She doesn't have a fear of getting things messy, and that trivial little mark." Shrug it off. Forget it happened. Deep breaths. Deep breaths, girl, or you're going to throw up.
"And... Shi." Yes, Shi. Shi was a definite possibility. "I'm not accusing her this time because she's an asshole, to be sure. But as an info broker... she would know how to get into things. Like... locks." Missy gulped hard, averting her eyes to her hands. "And she might just have enough strength to cause those bruises. She seems like the kind of person to do anything for information... Even..." Shaking her head, the young clockmaker tried to focus. "And she'd have enough strength to drag Okane into the room... And tie him to the chair like that..." She tried to blink away the image burned into her brain, the blood clinging to his hair... Dear god... Dear god, how could you let anything like that happen? "She could leave the room and lock it again behind her through lock picking. You'd have to be a shameful information broker not to know how to pick a lock or two."
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 31, 2015 16:45:07 GMT -5
Aisu looked at Missy in disappointment, "Ah well...that's not wrong, but I was in my dorm room at the time, probably sleeping..I dunno because I honestly don't remember." The girl didn't overreact this time, "I'm used to being blamed, so it's all good."
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