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Post by kano shoeya on Mar 29, 2015 15:53:15 GMT -5
A chime is heard on everyone's id, and a notification pops up: Victim: Okane Murderer: well it’s not me the mastermind i’ll tell you that much Estimated Time of Death: 3 to 4:30 Cause of Death: He was stabbed through his skull, ouchie~ Location: His dorm room Victim discovered by: Paris
After some investigation, these clues are discovered: -it seems that it was a locked room murder! oh my~ -although he was stabbed in his head, he also had a knife wound near his heart -there’s a lot of blood on the handle of the door from the inside -the victim is tied to a folding chair with a thick rope -there’s a trail of blood leading (to? from) the folding chair -there are streak marks around the base of the folding chair -the folding chair itself is clean -there are bruises on the victim’s back and wrists -a single streak of blood is seen trailing from the victims eye, though it’s unclear how it got there; did the murderer put it there? did the victim put it there? did it land there by chance? nobody knows (except me of course upupupu~)
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Post by kano shoeya on Mar 29, 2015 16:41:37 GMT -5
why is no one rping its been like an hour man
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Post by kano shoeya on Mar 29, 2015 16:41:54 GMT -5
oh yeah no surviving rpers shit
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Post by Koxio on Mar 29, 2015 16:57:00 GMT -5
Oh shit I didn't see this
Where the hell is everybody
Jaxan walked into the trial room, once again startled by the lack of people in the room. God. Why the hell was everybody dying? She felt a tang of guilt - again, somebody she didn't know had died. Would she know the murderer? She wasn't quite sure.
But she sure hoped that nobody she knew - who was still alive, that is - would commit murder. But it would be completely called for, given the circumstances.
"...Okay. One...two...deep breaths. Concentrate," the girl mumbled to herself, quite aware of the fact that she was talking out loud and practically everybody could hear her, for the room was silent. Not that she cared, anyways - who knew who else would die?
"...Let's...set this trial in motion?"
[[ i swear if this is just going to me trying to solve it on my own i s2g ]]
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 29, 2015 17:06:01 GMT -5
Aisu walked into the trial room, "Wow its empty in here." She said aloud, before taking her place to the podium, "Alrighty lets get the shit going, first of all lets get with the basics, Okane didn't kill himself, or it looks like he didn't...annd that's all I got."
(jumps in hello)
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I'm kinda gonna miss this place for no reason...
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Post by SHSL Mule on Mar 29, 2015 19:23:58 GMT -5
oh yeah no surviving rpers shit Late QPK season struggles |
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 30, 2015 6:24:04 GMT -5
"w-well, the door was locked, so it would have to be someone that knew how to open a locked door?"
Fermata was generally irritated. just as she had been getting happier, there had been another murder!
It wasnt fair! it really wasnt!
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Post by dioshi on Mar 30, 2015 7:21:02 GMT -5
((hallelujah))
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Post by Joshua on Mar 30, 2015 12:05:27 GMT -5
Claire strolled into the trial room, sighing as she did so. There had been yet another murder, and she was getting a little irritated now. Looking around, she saw how the debate had already started. "Well if the door was locked, maybe this Okane guy lost it and comitted suicide? Although I don't know how the knife could be impaled in his head and at the same time there's a wound near his heart," she said, thinking out loud. It was time to put her theories into the trial again.
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Post by draco on Mar 30, 2015 15:42:50 GMT -5
they'd gone from, from thirty odd kids to... to twelve? there were twelve of them now.
It was this hollow realisation that kept them breathing for the meantime, the honest, shitty ambiguity of a simple two-digit number. twelve, fucking twelve. They'd tried to get through the investigation with a certain level of tact and dignity, which sounded almost believable in print. If only sitting frozen eyes on the blood eyes on the chair eyes on brown eyes on shitty blue sitting like a fucking coward could've... could've maybe...
twelve. give or take since... twelve. that made, that made well... thirty minus... minus, well minus this-the- him.
It had to have been a hallucination. There were so many reasons why ( survival cowardice sheer bravery survival cowardice cowardice survival ) but nothing could honestly explain how this nameless kid ( kane something kay something ) was sitting slouched in that chair like that with his limbs just hanging there like he was... dead.
so now a kid was dead. A hairdresser, a strange kid with the funny look in his eyes. They'd heard him talking once or twice around the ship, he'd seemed... good. Strange but... good, in a way.
He was a good person.
A good person.
He was now a good corpse propped up on some shitty chair.
... they swore they could hear a frustrated but incredibly level voice, nagging them quietly, hand on your shoulder but incredibly disappointed, 'you should've done the patrols, you could've saved him if you'd done the patrols. I would've saved him. I did the patrols. I saved people. you on the other hand are not brave enough. everyone on this ship, everyone, you could've saved them, pet, if you weren't just some pathetic dead weight.'
it was honestly as if the boat was convinced that if one veterinary student screwed up enough, they too would drop dead. There would be no tears or blood or spit or marrow or goddamn anything left inside of them to offer up in return to the boat. so it had started small.
The boat took the butler.
The boat took the mask kid with the frightening pink eyes.
The boat took Tori.
The boat took Tori's friends.
The boat took Tomoko.
and now the boat took this... this kid.
The boat would take its toll, pay back whatever debt they owned, those were the rules now.
one two three four fffive one two three ... .
the room swung back into focus with the introduction of a voice, feminine and familiar.
Aisu. Ice queen.
Paris shifted forwards slightly, taking that final step between them and their podium, their fingers settle on the cool surface. they cannot remember walking there and that of all things scares them. Still nothing vivid, just a dull... odd pang. their head is threateningly clear. abruptly, the reason why they're standing ( or whatever they're doing ) is repeated. Okane. Killed... Right. A guilty glance to their side only reiterated several... absences. There would be no shocks of red hair and smart suits today. There would be no calm, guiding force metaphorically holding their hand. this ought to scare them more.
Another two equally feminine voices echo Aisu's, one wobbly, one remarkably.. impatient. in the time it took to dwell on the sentiment, the conversation almost lost them... again. There was no-one holding their hand this time. What would he do? He would... he would've..
A discordant, murmuring chuckle breaks through their thoughts. Oddly enough, they're reminded of the stale air in their lungs and the weary eyes of the others and the absences so many missing there were so many. a pair of muddy blue eyes, darkly rimmed behind smeared glasses, wander over the remaining podiums edgily.
'... Alrrrright. right...' They took one deep breath, acutely aware of non-existent eyes boring into their back. 'Beh... Before we r-really start, while no-one's fucking b-blaming missy or me,' at this, they cast an especially baleful glance in Alice's direction. this.. this isn't quite fair, not at all, and they don't stop to justify this; not at all. quite rude. 'or taking bullets or some shit, can everyone j-just stop with the sui... he didn't ki-, he didn't do that. pretty sure. I mean, just think about it. He was tied to a chair. as in, no hands f-free? so just... stop with that.
'... Okay, so... His roommate's dead,' pink hair bent railings brown eyes, 'so it was like, not that.' this is not what he would do not at all stop. They take another scratchy breath and completely lose their train of thought, 'But he wasn't like, hurt on the chair. It's clean... So did someone tie him up afterwards? Fuck, but...
'The locked door thing. The doors.. Don't really lock, l-like properly. someone screwed them up and now they're just... sometimes locked. Sometimes not. Anyone could get in with the right timing, or luck, or... so. ' remember remember that shitty announcement. Time? Time mattered? Something about a time unlock / lock? Tomoko would know, Tomoko would have remembered.
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 30, 2015 16:17:39 GMT -5
"Hmm, do any of you know who Okane's roommate was?? Because they could certainly be alive, and would possibly know about the situation, unless otherwise..." Aisu sighed in frustration, "Where there folding chairs in the dorm rooms to begin with?"
(aisu is not the sharpest ice skate on the shoe or wha t ever,, i apologize)
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Post by Koxio on Mar 30, 2015 16:33:18 GMT -5
Jaxan glanced over in the new speakers' direction - what was the name again? Of course, she didn't know them, and of course, she didn't know their name, either. All she knew was that they were accused in the last trial. Or was it the trial before? She didn't remember, as per usual. The girl bit her lip at the memory of Rika's execution, at the memory of seeing the message on her electroID that Koto was dead...no. Stop thinking things like that. It's not going to help. And neither are you if you concentrate.
"I don't think that there's any pattern..." she mumbled, remembering what happened to her when she got locked out of her room. "...Like...maybe it's just...dumb luck. Like you said." She placed a hand on the podium, nervous. What if they didn't choose correctly? And they all died? What if she wouldn't see Kat, Ennosuke, Tomoko...anybody? Even if she and all the others - except for the poor soul who committed such a crime...died?
She pushed the thoughts away, shaking her head to clear it. "...Well...a stab to the head...and near the chest, right...? ...And...the blood on his eye...maybe from the stab from the head...?" she bit her lip, shaking ever so slightly. "...Two stab wounds. He didn't die on the spot. ...He didn't want to die...probably...and...uh..." a deep breath. "The blood trailing from the eye...Maybe...it's...like...a reference to clowns...? They put paint under the eyes, right? ...Urg. Never mind, that's...stupid," the girl chuckled quietly.
She cleared her throat, putting on a serious face. "...The blood streak...from the eye. Maybe...it's to resemble a tear? As in, crying? Uh..."
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Post by SHSL dead pianist on Mar 30, 2015 17:21:41 GMT -5
"i-its would have to be someone not afraid of being messy, i g-guess."
She tried to calm her stuttering to no avail. Why, oh /why/ was the murder so bloody? It was hard to look past that...
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Post by jadedmelody on Mar 30, 2015 19:54:51 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)
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I'm kinda gonna miss this place for no reason...
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Post by SHSL Mule on Mar 30, 2015 20:00:40 GMT -5
they'd gone from, from thirty odd kids to... to twelve? there were twelve of them now.
It was this hollow realisation that kept them breathing for the meantime, the honest, shitty ambiguity of a simple two-digit number. twelve, fucking twelve. They'd tried to get through the investigation with a certain level of tact and dignity, which sounded almost believable in print. If only sitting frozen eyes on the blood eyes on the chair eyes on brown eyes on shitty blue sitting like a fucking coward could've... could've maybe...
twelve. give or take since... twelve. that made, that made well... thirty minus... minus, well minus this-the- him.
It had to have been a hallucination. There were so many reasons why ( survival cowardice sheer bravery survival cowardice cowardice survival ) but nothing could honestly explain how this nameless kid ( kane something kay something ) was sitting slouched in that chair like that with his limbs just hanging there like he was... dead.
so now a kid was dead. A hairdresser, a strange kid with the funny look in his eyes. They'd heard him talking once or twice around the ship, he'd seemed... good. Strange but... good, in a way.
He was a good person.
A good person.
He was now a good corpse propped up on some shitty chair.
... they swore they could hear a frustrated but incredibly level voice, nagging them quietly, hand on your shoulder but incredibly disappointed, 'you should've done the patrols, you could've saved him if you'd done the patrols. I would've saved him. I did the patrols. I saved people. you on the other hand are not brave enough. everyone on this ship, everyone, you could've saved them, pet, if you weren't just some pathetic dead weight.'
it was honestly as if the boat was convinced that if one veterinary student screwed up enough, they too would drop dead. There would be no tears or blood or spit or marrow or goddamn anything left inside of them to offer up in return to the boat. so it had started small.
The boat took the butler.
The boat took the mask kid with the frightening pink eyes.
The boat took Tori.
The boat took Tori's friends.
The boat took Tomoko.
and now the boat took this... this kid.
The boat would take its toll, pay back whatever debt they owned, those were the rules now.
one two three four fffive one two three ... .
the room swung back into focus with the introduction of a voice, feminine and familiar.
Aisu. Ice queen.
Paris shifted forwards slightly, taking that final step between them and their podium, their fingers settle on the cool surface. they cannot remember walking there and that of all things scares them. Still nothing vivid, just a dull... odd pang. their head is threateningly clear. abruptly, the reason why they're standing ( or whatever they're doing ) is repeated. Okane. Killed... Right. A guilty glance to their side only reiterated several... absences. There would be no shocks of red hair and smart suits today. There would be no calm, guiding force metaphorically holding their hand. this ought to scare them more.
Another two equally feminine voices echo Aisu's, one wobbly, one remarkably.. impatient. in the time it took to dwell on the sentiment, the conversation almost lost them... again. There was no-one holding their hand this time. What would he do? He would... he would've..
A discordant, murmuring chuckle breaks through their thoughts. Oddly enough, they're reminded of the stale air in their lungs and the weary eyes of the others and the absences so many missing there were so many. a pair of muddy blue eyes, darkly rimmed behind smeared glasses, wander over the remaining podiums edgily.
'... Alrrrright. right...' They took one deep breath, acutely aware of non-existent eyes boring into their back. 'Beh... Before we r-really start, while no-one's fucking b-blaming missy or me,' at this, they cast an especially baleful glance in Alice's direction. this.. this isn't quite fair, not at all, and they don't stop to justify this; not at all. quite rude. 'or taking bullets or some shit, can everyone j-just stop with the sui... he didn't ki-, he didn't do that. pretty sure. I mean, just think about it. He was tied to a chair. as in, no hands f-free? so just... stop with that.
'... Okay, so... His roommate's dead,' pink hair bent railings brown eyes, 'so it was like, not that.' this is not what he would do not at all stop. They take another scratchy breath and completely lose their train of thought, 'But he wasn't like, hurt on the chair. It's clean... So did someone tie him up afterwards? Fuck, but...
'The locked door thing. The doors.. Don't really lock, l-like properly. someone screwed them up and now they're just... sometimes locked. Sometimes not. Anyone could get in with the right timing, or luck, or... so. ' remember remember that shitty announcement. Time? Time mattered? Something about a time unlock / lock? Tomoko would know, Tomoko would have remembered. Dood... have I ever just mentioned how much I just fucking LOVE reading your replies, cause like, they're so in depth and discriptive and I love them. You are now one of my senpais |
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