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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 24, 2007 17:24:41 GMT -5
OOC: Alright guys, if you want in, just PM me your intentions and who you wish to be and I will send you a confirmation PM. Also within that PM will be special intructions for your character (if any). Don't post until I send you a PM back. Don't rush in. I want this to be a fun but organized roleplay.
Characters: Murderer-Porcu Detectives-Ignatius, Me, and Nisomia Witnesses-Noone yet Victims(you can be more than one)-South Malaysia Police Chief-Stargate SG-1 Cops (includes forensic scientists)-Sir Metz
Here's the plot: -Guy has murdered 7 people -Kills all of them in different ways -Use first person RP (me, my, I) (Like in one of those old detective movies. It's also used in Dragnet) -It all takes place in Riefort
IC: Central Riefort, Clamparapa
It was 9:00 in the morning and I didn't know whether to wait until I got changed to get the paper or walk out there and retrieve it in my robe. Since I never liked my paper wet, I choose the latter. The paperboy had done it again. As I walked across the lawn, I made a mental note of getting a mail box installed on my driveway. That would be better than having it thrown onto my wet lawn at 6:00 in the morning. Back inside my warm, dry house, I read the paper. The Riefort Cannons had destroyed the Relican Navy in football. I was so happy about that. The Cannons might have a shot at winning the Hyrule Minish Trophy this year. I looked further down the page and saw what I had been following for the past two weeks. The East Fort Murderer. He had struck again. This time it was an elderly man who had been suffocated in a closet. As always, it was a different death than all the other ones. The killer would have to get more creative soon. He had already killed seven people, with this last one, and was already Riefort's worst serial killer. They saw that he started in East Riefort or East Fort, and started killing people all over Riefort. Young and old, rich and poor, boys and girls, they had no connection at all. The sick freak probably liked being creative. Why couldn't he have been a painter? I knew this was getting out of hand so I called up my partner. As I waited for him to answer it, I looked at my self-made name tag on my desk. PI Mark Yanters. I looked at it and thought it would be nice to have "Police Chief Mark Yanters" on that name tag. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone picking up on the other line. "Hello?" I asked.
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Post by Nisomia on Feb 24, 2007 18:04:39 GMT -5
"Mark, are you reading what I'm reading right now? He's done it again." "I know. Something's gotta be done." "I agree with you there, buddy, and Hell, I'd love to help, but we just don't have anything to go on. 7 completely unrelated killings, different CoDs, we don't even know for a fact it's the same guy." "And whoever it is knows his stuff. They haven't found fingerprints on anything. This last guy, no sign of forced entry. No DNA found, and the room was left spotless, apart from the dead guy, of course." "Look, I'll help you, but we need more info. I'm not getting my nose in this until we at least know for a fact it's the same guy, and what he's trying to prove here. Get back to me, and I'll help you." "Ok, thanks. It's been nice talking to you, after all this time." Mark Yanters hung up.
His the detective he was talking to sat back, sighing. His name was Pete Hudson, and he was getting way too old for this shit..
OOC: Hope this is enough, I think a three-way detective team could be good.
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 24, 2007 18:39:57 GMT -5
OOC: Nis, I sent you a PM. Modify your post a bit. To Everyone Else:Nis does have my permission to join this (we talked about it over PMs) but I didn't send a PM to him telling him about the plot before he went off and before I editted my first post.
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Post by Porcu on Feb 24, 2007 19:17:46 GMT -5
Apartment Complex, Riefort
The alarm clock read 8:17 AM and it was a brand new day, but I just lay in bed thinking about absolutely nothing. "How long have I been awake?", I thought to myself. Too long. I rolled over and fell asleep once again...
A couple of hours passed before I awoke again, this time to my cat, who just happened to climb up on my bed and started to make herself comfortable. I rolled over to see her looking right at me with those green eyes and so I slowly petted her, getting a satisfactory purr in return for my efforts. I looked back at my alarm clock and decided that I had spent enough time in bed, so I got up, showered, and changed. I dressed lightly, as it was such a warm and beautiful day outside, and I headed out to my favorite cafe. A coffee brewed just right was something that I found to be rare around this city and once I found that one coffee I was attached to it forever.
Another reason I love this one coffee show, called "Luigi's" after a Porcuian immigrant who founded it, was that it was very close to my place of residence. Every morning I would stop by for the thing that jump started me and was such a regular that I eventually met the owner, who happened to front the cafe as well as run it. Luigi was a nice man, giving me my coffee on the house every now and then and so I befriended him. So this was my morning routine along with reading the newspaper and when I saw the article talking about me I couldn't help but smile. "Those fools...", I thought to myself. "They can't figure it out...even after I give them time in between clients...". Clients was my special name for what the media termed victims, but I refused to think that they were victims.
Once I had finished my coffee, read my newspaper, and said my good morning to Luigi I knew it was time to head to work. Not the work I enjoyed, but the work that got me by. The work I enjoyed I was already planning for and would hopefully get to do soon...
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Post by Ignatius on Feb 24, 2007 19:54:51 GMT -5
Room 24601, Smithson Apartments
Detective Paul Smecker rose from his filthy apartment bed, hacking up a ball of mucus before lighting a cigarette up with his Zippo lighter. Clearly he had too much to drink the last night, judging by the scattered whisky bottles lying around the floor, and as a result carried a raging hangover worthy of a horse tranquilizer.
"Another day, another walk into the poo." muttered Smecker, reaching for his characteristic S&W .44 magnum revolver, and a box of self-loaded .44 rounds. The Clamparapan police had given him much criticism over his choice of carrying a "non-regulation" handgun, but despite all the complaints Smecker preferred the raw stopping power of the magnum to the smaller 9mm, even though he carried only six bullets at a time. For backup the maverick detective pocketed a five-shot S&W Bulldog snub, chambered in the still large .44 special round.
Apparently Smecker's friend 'Mark' had chosen the moment to dial the eccentric detective, and Smecker's own cellphone rang out from behind the couch, calling the messy man to attention with a Madonna song ringtone.
"Lo'," mumbled Smecker, "Paulie Smecker is talking, wasted and drunk at the moment."
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Post by Ignatius on Feb 25, 2007 0:26:52 GMT -5
OOC- Apparently no-one informed me that this was supposed to be First Person... "Afyonkarahisar! Who does that dumbass think he is?" After some fumbling about my room I managed to find a my pair of pants, made-in the French Confederation mind you, and at least made myself decent within the hour. True I still looked like shit, but Markie's call certainly did warrent my immediate presence on the streets. I hate being woken up at this particular hour, especially after having major downtime after a bing drinking session, but Mark did seem to need my attention immediately. After strapping old "Harry" (my .44 revolver) into my side holster and pocketing the spare rod into my overcoat, I proceeded to grumpily barge out of my room in typical fashion. "No one better screw around with me today, lest I loose my sanity in this blasted environment!"
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 25, 2007 2:01:37 GMT -5
OOC: Sounds good Nis. Sorry about that Ignatius. Thought I told you. Guess not... IC: I told Paul everything that I had read in the paper, since he had been too hung over to read it. I had told both my partners to meet me at the Redford Cafe to discuss the case and got my coat. As I walked over to the popular Cafe, I realized that this might be a very long day indeed...
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Post by South Malaysia on Feb 25, 2007 2:44:16 GMT -5
“I should have never have taken this job,” Adriradda said to her assistant while she was typing up a story for the South Malaysian based news paper of Warwick International Times on her computer. “I do like being in Riefort, don’t get me wrong, but I want a transfer to a different post…like somewhere with less murder…”
“You complain too much!” her assistant said. You just need to go take a break. Please give me a break.”
Adriradda glared at her assistant, “You are lucky that I am done typing this, and going to take a break for the rest of the day. I will see you later.” Adriradda added some finishing up to her report, then sent it. After she packed up her things she left her office to go walk around in a park near her apartment.
[OOC: Yeah, yeah, yeah i have joined in XD.]
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Post by Nisomia on Feb 25, 2007 4:21:09 GMT -5
I made my way down to Luigi's for my morning cup of coffee. I decided I might also have a donut as well, as most detectives do. It had taken nearly 20 years, but I had finally gotten used to Clamparapan life. The language wasn't all that different to Nisomac, and the people were friendly. It was just the damn climate. It'd be hot, then cold, then hot again. Took some getting used to. Anyway, the coffee shop was pretty normal. However I had been noticing one particular guy sitting at the same spot every morning, looking at a newspaper. And every time I paid attention to what he was reading, he'd be staring intently at an article about the murder, a concerned but slightly smug grin on his face. Perhaps he was amused that the local Police couldn't link them. As for the constant looking at the murder articles, it wasn't complete weird that someone should be interested in a murder case. I looked at my watch, and remembered the appointment I had with Mark. Oh shit!! I thought to myself. I told the waiter to forget about the coffee and made my way out to the street where I flagged a taxi to take me to Redford Cafe. I could get my coffee and donut there.
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Post by Porcu on Feb 25, 2007 12:26:10 GMT -5
University of Riefort
I made my way to the university where I had been teaching for, oh, who knows how long. It was a beautiful day and I gazed around looking at all of the young students, some making their way to their classes and others leaving campus for a break. I walked at a brisk pace after looking at my watch and seeing that I was already a few minutes late and I didn't want to keep my young, eager students waiting. I opened the door and hurried up the stairs taking first a right and then a left. At last I made it to my lecture hall and opened the door.
"Good morning, students...", I automatically said making my way to my desk at the front of the giant lecture hall. "Good morning professor...", was the automatic response. I gazed up at my students while setting down my briefcase and pulling out my papers. "My, there are quite a few students today...Ah, I see Mr. Dale decided to show up to class today..."
I played with my lecture papers, which as soon as the students saw was the key for them to begin taking notes. However, I didn't immediately jump into my lecture on Quantum Physics, but instead shouted up to Mr. Dale.
"Mr. Dale...I see you decided to join your peers this morning...welcome back...", I said, meeting a response of laughter from the rest of the students. "Yes, professor...I've been busy...", the embarrassed student responded "So have I...", I chuckled to myself. "We are all very busy...now I assume you've kept up with the reading as a minimum?", I said to fill in the gap of silence. "Of course, professor" "Really? Mr. Dale, I don't suppose then that you would be willing to come to front and explain to the rest of the class how this equation relates to the overall science of quantum physics?", I stated matter-of-factly
My young but stupid pupil thought he could outsmart me and I thought to teach him a lesson. As I expected Mr. Dale went to the front and calmly bullshitted the explanation. I simply smiled, assigned him a essay due the next day, and sent him back to his seat. I then started the lesson, eventually getting much farther then I had planned to. "These students are a wonder...so stupid yet intelligent at the same time", I thought to myself. For the last part of class I assigned everyone to write me a small summary of what they had learned, to see if they actually payed attention in class.
When the bell rang, I stood by the door and collected everyones. I praised most of my students as they walked by and got some lovely smiles and "Have a nice day professor" as they exited. Last to leave was Mr. Dale himself, who handed me a sheet of paper which was folded down the middle. He handed it to me and left saying "Have a nice day professor..."
I opened the half sheet of paper and saw that Mr. Simon Dale had written "Fuck you" in his typical all-caps handwriting. Holding the note, I walked to my desk to pack my things up, crumbled the note, and threw it away. "Be sure Mr. Dale that I will have the last word...", I said to myself as I sat down at my desk and began my research about my new client...
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Post by stargatesg1 on Feb 25, 2007 13:13:18 GMT -5
I called in some of my men. they informed me that three curious looking detectives were working this case. I had to go check them out so I proceeded to go to the crime scene, and look at the information. I asked some of my men to make a profile of the killers and get me the name of some of the detectives. After awhile they got back to me the first detective's name they have found. It was Paul Smecker I proceeded to find him and said, "Morning Detective, I hope you are not putting your nose where it belongs. And if you would be so kind to tell me who else is working this case."
OCC: I got permission to do this I am police chief Karl
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Post by Ignatius on Feb 25, 2007 15:04:42 GMT -5
Redford Cafe
Ah shit.. It was "Big Police Chief" Karl, the bastard who'd been giving all kinds of nasty jobs in the past month. Truly the dead rat in his desk (which I had put) had him in a foul mood, and the stupid man's 'bitchy' self was back in the field bungling matters in the street.
"Morning Chief," I muttered, staring at the man with contempt, "I assure you my pointy nose is exactly back where it's usually in, the shit. As for the two other dumbfucks assigned with me on this case, I only know that Markie's one of them."
Sure, Mark was a good friend of mine, but the adorable bastard usually got things far too personal with his line of work, and often annoyed me with his view of right and wrong. This day had turned out to be exactly like one of those 'film noir' movies, only that I looked too much like "Dirty Harry" to talk to myself. Mark himself joked that I was a modern-day reincarnation of "Dirty Harry", and with the amount of shit jobs I did, I had a nickname of being "Dirty Joe Smecker".
"Now will you let me jump out of this shithole long enough to get a cuppa coffe 'Chiefy'? Or better yet, get off my fucking back Karl!"
I stormed past the asshole, and promptly found Mark sitting with another detective at the cafe' table. The question of "why Karl had to personally drive to the Redford Cafe' to interrupt my "breakfast" confounded me, but then again the Chief was a dumbass..
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Post by Porcu on Feb 25, 2007 16:12:04 GMT -5
I finally had had enough of my lecture hall and I was only able to get limited information about Mr. Simon Dale through my own knowledge. So, I packed up my lecture papers, erased the chalkboard behind my desk, and exited the door making sure to close it tight. Sometimes the door would suddenly swing open with a gust of wind and it would scare the hell out of me when it did. I didn't get much down about Mr. Dale and so to gather more information I decided to head across campus to the main office building, where there also was the student registry.
I entered and while carrying my briefcase I made my way to the front of the long line, which had gathered. It was the beginning of a new semester and new students were filing in in bunches and quite a few students were upset that some guy could just jump to the front. See unlike other staff members, I didn't wear my ID card. I kept it in my pocket, but I never got in the habit of wearing it. Those students who had started to complain were silenced when I glared right into their eyes. "Fools...", I joked to myself. Finally, I had made it to the front and long behold it was my good friend Susan.
"Hello Susan! How are you this lovely morning?", I said nearly in a sing-song voice. "Simply wonderful, Professor Watson...thank you. Now what brings you to this part of campus?", she replied in a playful manner. "Oh, I simply need the registry information about a student of mine..." "You know you have to have clearance by the university board before getting the personal information about a student?" "Of course, and believe me when I say that I absolutely hate the student union...", here I managed to get Susan to laugh and I saw that she would bend to my wishes. "Be a doll and grab me the registry information of a Simon Dale, D-A-L-E." "Very well Professor, but you know this will cost you...", she said once again in a playful voice.
She returned soon, but before giving me the information she said, "I expect you to pick me up at around 8:00 tonight." I was stunned. I asked her what she meant and she just repeated the sentence finally handing me the folder of information. We said our good-byes and as I walked out of the building I opened the folder and I saw that Susan had slipped a note giving her address and phone number. "What a woman...I suppose I could take some time off to take her out. She is very beautiful and intelligent, but...", I thought to myself. Oh, it was fine. The police were still miles behind me and I reasoned that I could take it slow with this client. Susan was very young from what I gathered, probably around 28-29, which actually didn't make her that much younger than me. Now that I thought about it, I seemed to remember that Susan had tried several times to get into contact with me, but I had pushed her aside every time. I knew I was fairly good looking and young such as her, but I couldn't figure out why Susan was so bent on "knowing" me.
I stopped a moment to insert the folder into my briefcase before heading down to the police headquarters. I had a friend in the police department that owed me a big favor and I was very curious as to who was put in charge of this case. I flagged down a taxi and within 10 minutes I was at my destination. I happily paid the taxi driver before stepping out and entering the headquarters. I was surprised at the shortage of people working this day. Riefort was known to have an amazing police force, but the shortage of people amazed me. "Maybe they're all out racking their brains trying to get me...", I thought as I approached the counter.
Another woman greeted me, but I instantly doubted that I would be able to get around her as easily as I did with Susan. Without picking up her head she asked what I was doing here. I told her that I wished to see Sergeant Phillip Forpes. She asked me if I was scheduled to meet him and I told her "no" to which she responded that only with an appointment or police order could I see him. "He's an old friend...", I pleaded. "Sorry, but I can't let you see him", she said sternly still not lifting her head.
I just stood there for a moment, thinking of what to do, when right before my eyes Sgt. Forpes walked right in front of me. I waved and called his name and when he was finally able to locate who had called him he yelled in joy. "Arthur! Damn its been so long! How have you been?", Phillip said coming over to me and vigorously shaking my hand. "I've been doing well, Phillip. Thank you."
Phillip asked me what brought me once again to the police station. I explained to him that I was interested in who was covering the case of the "East Fort Murderer". Phillip was a little hesitant, but when I reminded him about the murderer of 2 years back he caved in. He started to show me into his office, but before he looked at the woman behind the counter who had denied me access at first. "Diane, if Sir Arthur Watson comes by here again looking for me just let him in, ok?" She nodded and so I allowed Phillip to let me into the police station and eventually into his office. We passed row upon row of cubicles, most of them empty but some filled with dedicated police officers.
"Man, I sure could use your help. We all could around here...What you did back then...", Phillip started. "Don't mention it, my friend. I am always more than happy to assist one of my longest and most loyal companions.", I answered. "Ya, but if you weren't able to solve that series of murders 2 years ago then I don't think I would a sergeant right now...You really got me out of mess that time! I remember that I was getting so much shit from the chief...I thought I was going to lose my job! Then you solve it, tell me who's responsible, and then I seem like a hero! By the way, how did you solve that case again? I remember that we had never had such a bad streak of murders, that is until now..." "It was elementary, my dear Phillips. Simple math and a little bit of physics.", I said jokingly. "Seriously though...Sometimes I wish you were a cop 'cause then no one would get by you. I really do think you're the smartest person I know.", He said. I shook my head, but he said it was true. "Ya, funny thing though...Even though we were able to get all this evidence against this guy he still claims he was innocent." "Really? What do you think?", I said a bit curiously "Well...with your help we were able to pile enough evidence against this guy that we could have swam in it! 'Course he's guilty! But there are some detectives here that actually believe this guy, 'course I'm the only one to know that you helped me. Not even that guilty son-of-a-bicycle knowns that you were involved. Don't worry...I've made sure it's stayed that way and I will make sure that it does...Now what can I help you with again?" "I appreciate your efforts Phillip and I have been following this new case, the "East Fort Murderer" as the press calls him. I am interested in the detectives working this case...", I said really wanting to leave the police headquarters at this point.
Phillip laughed a little. "Hell, I really don't know at this point! But wait a second...", Phillip said leaving me in his office for a moment. Phillip was a good guy, but a bit stupid and when he returned I was glad to finally leave. "Well,", Phillip started, "There are three detectives...One's Mark Yanters. Another's Pete Hudson and the third's Paul Smecker...Are you planning on solving this one as well, Professor Or should I call you 'Sir Professor'?, Phillip said laughing.
"No...that won't be necessary. Thank you again Phillip...I hope I get to talk to you again soon", I said quickly writing down the names and getting up out of my seat. "Same here Professor...Maybe we can grab coffee sometime?", Phillip asked with half of his body hanging out of his door. "Very well...just call me whenever you're free", I said turning around to look at him quickly before turning around to head out the door. "Sure thing, Professor!", was the last thing I heard him say I finally exited that hell hole. It was no wonder to me now that some police officers go mad and most are anti-social.
I had had enough and so I decided to head home, to rest and then get ready for my date with Susan...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 25, 2007 17:11:42 GMT -5
OOC: Porcu, you should be a writer... IC: I looked up from my conversation with Pete and saw Paul storming towards us. I didn't want to ask; he'd probably only yell at me. I stood up to geet him but he walked right past me and int a chair across from me. He started murmuring something about the police chief but I couldn't make out exactly what he said. "Ok guys, listen up. I have read all the news reports and there's no question that this psycho is a Riefort resident. He knows how to get away from the police because they haven't picked up a single clue yet. He's also smart; not some idiot. He cleans up after himself. Not like some stupid robber, eh?"
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Post by Ignatius on Feb 25, 2007 20:06:16 GMT -5
Riefort Cafe, Table 12
After a harsh exchange of words with my nemesis, Karl, I finally found my irstwhile companion waiting for me in the cafe, happily gorging himself on Marie's famous 'Blueberry Pancakes'. The man was once more babbling on the nature of psychos, and once again stated the obvious information to a pecker standing next to him (whom I did not know) and myself.
"He's smart," admitted Mark, once again dangling his typical air of self-importantness on the table, "He's not like the other guys."
I stood there for a moment, utterly dumbfounded at the man's audacity to openly declare a very well known fact before ditching my worn overcoat on his head, pulling up a seat next to him, and 'liberating' the stranger's (Pete) mug of coffe.
"Hello fruitcakes," I muttered, placing my very large .44 magnum pistol on the table, "Dirty Smecker the Pecker is here! Did you see the size of that fucking rat I placed in Karl's desk? No wonder that prick seems so bitchy today..."
The two grown men's stares of shock were quite a funny sight to behold, both surprised to hear that sort of vulgarity from an ordinary person, let alone a fellow detective.
"What?" asked I, now getting annoyed at the two's lack of humor. It would probably be best to stick to the point, and not discuss last night's exploits with these two 'cherry faced choirboys'.
"If you must have my opinion, it's fairly obvious that the pecker behind this is 'smarter than the average' man, and has no particular taste whatsoever for his victims." I quipped, gulping down huge quantities of the stranger's (Pete's) coffe with great gusto. "Of course, Karl's very presence as police chief makes this man's job even more easy.."
The two men were still in shock over my words, for fair reason. In the entire Riefort police force, I possessed the filthiest mouth out of the bunch..
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