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Post by Porcu on Feb 26, 2007 13:00:24 GMT -5
I arrived home later that day, exhausted after traveling all around Riefort. I had to do some shopping after I visited Phillip at police headquarters. Although I should have been thinking about what I was going to do later that night with Susan I couldn't get my next client out of my head. I set down the groceries I had picked up from the local supermarket and started to separate things. "Fruits here...meat in the freezer...", I whispered to myself as I traveled from one corner of my apartment to another opening drawers left and right.
In 5 minutes I was finished unpacking and so managed to separate the items that were to be of use to me for my new client. I set those things off to the side, not wishing to plan too far ahead. However, it was important for me to see exactly who I was going to enjoy "meeting". I set my briefcase on my bed and pulled out the folder containing all of Mr. Dale's information. Information that ranged from living residence, grades, police records (if any) , social security number, etc. Anything that I wanted to know about my pupil Mr. Simon Dale I could find here and I can safely say that I wasn't surprised by any of my findings. From my interactions with Mr. Dale in class I could tell that he had a less than perfect childhood and probably was still struggling. I started browsing through his information, but quickly set aside anything dealing with financial matters. I was no robber and it would be disgraceful if I even thought about doing such a thing.
No, what I was interested in was where Mr. Dale lived and how he spent his days. Finding this information only took me a few minutes, where it may have taken someone else a little longer. However, that was only due to the fact that I was more accustomed to finding this kind of information. Again, my first impressions were correct, as they are with most people, and I was also correct in stating that he didn't live the best of lives. Mr. Dale lived in a rather run down part of town, known instantly from the address of his apartment complex. "Poor fool...At least I'll be doing him a favor by getting him out of that mess..." I also saw that he was part of the local YMCA club, also located in a not-to-good part of town. "I'll have to be careful when I go down there...", I said to myself. "An educated person like myself would stick out too much in a setting like that. Best thing to do would be to go very late at night or when Mr. Dale's in class." This one may prove to be a little more difficult, only due to the location, however I would not be discouraged and so I finished gathering the necessary information before I glanced over at my alarm clock. 4:00PM.
"Enough for now...", I thought to myself and I packed everything back into the folder very nicely and set the folder on the table next to my bed. When I was searching through the folder I also had gotten into the habit of taking notes so I would be able to give back the folder to Susan the next day. I thought that a nice little nap wouldn't hurt and I began to drift off into sleep...
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Post by stargatesg1 on Feb 26, 2007 13:11:27 GMT -5
I went to Mark and tried to get all the information he knew about the case. He tried to resit me abut I got it out of him. I was now officially on the case and I needed to go and get more evidence. I had my suspects but to prove anything I needed another killing. I got some profilers to come down and describe what they thought the killer was but it would not be enough. I need to catch this man before he kills even more people.
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Post by Porcu on Mar 2, 2007 18:46:06 GMT -5
It had gotten dark outside and I turned over on my couch and gazed out the window. It was a clear night, as far as I could tell from my position on the couch, and a beautiful night. "Better start getting ready then...", I said as I slowly got up from my couch and made my way to the shower. The entire time in the shower I kept thinking about which restaurants were good. The fact of the matter was that I didn't eat out much and actually didn't consider myself a bad chef and as much as that may have made a good impression on Susan I was not planning on wooing Susan. The more I thought about it the more things popped back into my mind and made me see that Susan had been interested in me for quite some time. She had given me a little wave and smile if we happened to pass each other in the hall, she would supposedly search for me at all the university staff parties, but the problem was that I never attended those. She would even sit in on some of my lectures, but I had never really noticed or paid attention, probably because I believe that she couldn't understand.
I finished showering and as I was drying myself I looked at my alarm clock. I had approximately 30 minutes to find a restaurant. I didn't plan on cruising around in a taxi all night, so I decided to pick a place that was near where Susan lived. Her small house, compared to his apartment, was located about 2 blocks from the university and so taking a taxi from my apartment would take about 15-20 minutes. I quickly looked through the phone book and saw an advertisement for a Porcuian restaurant. It was close to Susan's apartment and classy, both things that I was delighted to see. And why I picked a restaurant serving Porcuian food, I didn't know myself, but I guessed that it was because in places like Riefort food like Porcuian was exotic.
5 more minutes went by and I was, to my surprise, able to reserve a table at the restaurant called Bella Luna. I finished dressing myself and exited the apartment. I headed down the narrow flight of stairs, eventually noticing the silence in the apartment complex. Thus, I began to whistle and continued whistling even as I flagged down a taxi.
"13 South Hampton Street", I said, not looking at the driver but rather at the small sheet of paper that Susan had slipped into the folder of my next client. It had her address and phone number and as soon as the taxi started on its way I rang up Susan to tell her that I was on my way.
I found her waiting on the side of the street and as the taxi got closer to where she stood I had to admit that she looked stunning. For a man that didn't get out much I had to consider myself lucky that a woman like her would be willing to share a meal with me. I exited the taxi, as the restaurant was only a block away, and paid the driver my fee. I looked over at Susan, who had dressed very appropriately for the weather. It was a warm, clear night and the walk to the restaurant was pleasant. Soon enough we were seated and given the menus. I ordered wine for the occasion, hoping that Susan could hold her own, and eventually food. Up to this point, nothing much had been said between us except for the usual greetings. I could see that she was fidgeting with the napkin across her lap under the table and so I broke the silence.
"You look wonderful Susan. I usually see you in a sweater and long dress, but I must say that you look stunning in this dress." "Thank you...", was all she managed to say as her cheeks turned red and she tried to stop fidgeting. "I forgot to say thank you, earlier today, when you gave me that student's file. I really do appreciate it.", I continued, trying to keep the conversation going. "I'm glad I was able to help...", Susan responded. However, now I could see that something else was on her mind and so I simply told her to tell me what it was. "Do you ever notice me? I mean...do you find me attractive?"
Well, as you can imagine, I was a bit taken by this question. Damn was it direct! But yet those questions I had always believed were the best and so I gave her a direct answer.
"No, I have not noticed you lately, but yes you are very beautiful and attractive. Attractive to the point that you actually intimidate me a little." Susan, after hearing the no, was ready to break down, but I managed to save myself with the little addition at the end. It was enough to reinforce her self-esteem and it seemed like my words had given her a new light.
The food came and we ate, eventually getting into quite a conversation that ranged from our backgrounds, hobbies, and enjoyments to people we knew, and even to those staff parties at the university that I never went to. She was able to surprise me again when she mentioned a few things that I had lectured on a couple of days back. Up until this point, I had believed that she was there simply for me and I was right to a certain extent. However, she was able to explain my lesson better than some of my students and that truely changed my opinion of her. I saw her in a completely different light now and I could actually have a pleasant time with her.
Dinner finally ended and I paid the heavy check before we started on our way back towards Susan's small house. As we walked on the sidewalk, her arm between my arm, I noticed that two gentlemen were heading in our direction. They didn't look like harmful people, but I felt something in the pit of my stomach. That feeling, as it turned out, told me that those men were detectives and I was right. Both men were in a hurry as they sped down the sidewalk. As we neared I saw that they both had their heads down. We increasingly neared and I still had not thought of getting out of the way. Only at the last minute did this thought hit me, but it was too late. Both detectives smashed into me, knocking me free from Susan's embrace and flat on my back onto the sidewalk...
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Post by Nisomia on Mar 3, 2007 7:25:17 GMT -5
"I'm terribly sorry, sir." I said, offering the poor fellow a hand. Only when he got up and dusted himself did I recognise him as the man in Luigi's, smiling smugly at the article of the latest murder, just this morning. It didn't mean anything, it just reproved the small-world theory. However, I remembered his face, and ventured so far as to ask his name. I was suspicious and paranoid from birth, almost. And most times, it had proved to be helpful. After I apologised again, and wished the man and what I could only assume was his ladyfriend, Mark and I continued walk. "Hey, you know what?" I said. "What?" Mark answered. "I recognise that guy. He's always at Luigi's, reading the newspaper and looking smug about the latest murder. Every morning after they happen. And I detected the slightest look in his eyes that tells me he's seen things no-one should ever see. He might be an ex-cop, but still, I'm gonna keep an eye out for him." "You do that. I reckon at about 50, you'll develop schizophrenia, you're that paranoid." "And how many times has it saved your sorry ass?" "Too many, and I'm thankful for it. I just don't want you slapping cuffs on him the second he looks over his shoulder, like you did for the last guy. Be patient on these, we don't have much to go on."
Mark had a point. My paranoia made me jumpy and hasty. But still, there was something funny about that guy.....
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Mar 5, 2007 11:06:41 GMT -5
I started to think about what Pete had said about the guy and began to think that maybe he wasn't that crazy. I said good night to him and started walking back to my home. I suddenly saw the old man we had bumped into, with his girlfriend, entering his apartment. I thought for a moment. If he was so intent about the news reports, maybe I could talk to him. My reputation for being an interrogator, who would stop at nothing to get information, was pretty well known, so I slipped a note under the man's door.
Meet me in Riefort Central Park at 1:00 am tonight. I want to have a word with you.
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Post by Porcu on Mar 5, 2007 19:33:22 GMT -5
OOC: I was planning on dropping Susan off at her house, but I guess I'll have to use my imagination on what could possibly have driven my character to lead her back to his apartment Just be careful if you RP my character speaking as well, I don't want to give him away too early... IC: The incident awhile back, besides hurting by ass, also struck me as one that had reveled a lot. It was strange how a moment like that can spark so many ideas in one's head. I saw it in movies all the time, but was it truely possible that an event like that could take place in real life? "Rubbish..., I thought to myself as I re-entered my apartment with Susan by my side, again holding my arm with her hand. My cat, accustomed to a warm greeting when ever I entered, can running but was very surprised to see a guest. Not many people had been privileged enough to see my apartment. Now that I thought about it, everyone who had stepped into my apartment had tragically died some time later. It was unfortunate and I didn't really want to think about that at a time like this. Susan, taking a quick gaze around, made herself welcome and took a liking to my couch, seeing how soft it was. I set my coat down on a chair and made my way to the small kitchen, obviously attached to the rest of the apartment and visible. "Would you like anything Susan?", I asked rummaging around. "I'll have whatever you're having...Arthur...", She replied from the couch, taking a moment to pause after my name. It was the first time she had acknowledged me by my first name, as before she only called me 'Professor'. I took out a bottle of red wine, something I had borrowed from my last client. It was the oldest bottle he had, dating all the way back to 1897. It was a prize and as I figured it could be sold for quite an amount of money, however that would be impossible and only draw questions on how I ended up with the bottle. No, it was better to drink and enjoy it. I opened it and without spilling a single drop poured a small amount of its contents into two glasses and crossed the apartment to the couch. Susan patiently waited for me and playfully took the cup from my hand. I hadn't even sat down before our eyes met. Their was a small silence as this event hadn't yet taken place in our relationship. She smiled and giggled a little, taking a small sip of her wine before setting it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. I sat down and took a sip myself and for a moment was more taken with the French wine than Susan. From where I was located on the couch I could see my door and a bit of the floor in front of it. Susan and I engaged in conversation once again, her eyes never looking away from me. I could not tell if what Susan was experiencing was "love", but as a scientist and one who had never experienced it before that was my only guess. Our conversation eventually broke down, with more and more pauses sneaking their way in. I could tell that this was what Susan was aiming for, but I was not ready to engage her. She would have her time, but right now my new client was first and foremost. Suddenly, a small note was located on the floor in front of the door, being put there within the last 30 seconds as far as I could tell. I politely excused myself from Susan's trap, made my way to the door, opened it to see if anyone was still around, and finally bent over and picked up the note. I quickly read it over and immediately suspected the worst. My sudden panic attack was quickly calmed by my inner scientist and murderer. You have never left any clues behind. There is nothing that they could pin on you. Stay calm..., I repeated to myself several times. I folded the note and placed it in my pocket, noting to myself that I would indulge the detective. Besides, you can have some fun with this. You may even be able to 'solve' another murder mystery..., I said letting out a little chuckle that got Susan's attention. I didn't tell her anything and played off the note as a verification of a package that I had received some time ago. I had already made up my mind on talking with the detective, but I didn't just want to push Susan out. It was impolite and could ruin not only our relationship, but many other things. I had to be careful on what actions I now took. Realizing these things, I was convinced that the only way of meeting the detective would be to give in to Susan's wishes. I had done quite a bit of reading on sex, now being very knowledgeable on the "game", and felt comfortable in my abilities. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that I had about an hour. Perfect..., I said to myself. That gives me plenty of time with Susan and if I can do it I will aim to have her pleasured and asleep 30-40 minutes from now, having her in the deepest stage of sleep and not likely to wake if I happened to leave for an hour or so. ------------------------------------------------- The next 45 minutes were a burl to me, especially as I exited my apartment and headed to Central Park. I remembered having experienced something that people do only once in their life. Making love to a person you truely care about, possibly love, was special. I couldn't remember all of it, but flashes of it came to me making for an interesting walk to the Park. No doubt Susan had enjoyed herself as well, but those details would have to be thought over again at a later time, as now I had to think of the encounter to come...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Mar 5, 2007 23:51:09 GMT -5
I waited in the shadows for the man to approach. He couldn't see me and I used this to my advantage. I stayed in the shadows as I spoke. "What is your connection with the East Fort Murderer? I know you know something because of the way you reacted in the cafe to the news stories." I would wait for his reply before I pulled out my gun...
OOC: Although this sounds weird, I'm taking on the character and personality of Jack Bauer on the show 24. He is an interrogator/torturer who is somewhat paranoid. However, in many cases, his paranoia is correct.
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Post by Porcu on Mar 6, 2007 16:42:55 GMT -5
I was a bit surprised by the sudden vocal assault of the detective, but at the same time it was his job.
"I am simply here upon your request, detective. As a citizen of this community I could not deny a request by the police. Now to answer your question, I has honestly that I know nothing more about the East Fort Murderer than you do.", I responded calmly and slowly, as not to make it seem that I was nervous. Of course, my voice was a little shaky at first, but that obstacle was quickly overcome.
The detective finally reveled himself and instructed me to turn around. I did so, eventually setting my eyes on his hand gun. To make myself appear even more innocent I raised my hands like any other person would do. With a wave of his gun he told me to put down my hands and so I did.
"About my reaction...", I started. "I don't believe that my reaction to the news is any different than anyone else. I'm quite surprised that a person like that would be able to commit the horrors that he/she has. Besides, it's not the only article I read in the paper..."
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Post by Nisomia on Mar 7, 2007 1:08:28 GMT -5
OOC: I thought I was the paranoid one?
IC: When I heard of Mark's endeavour, I rushed to find him. If this guy was the murderer, and I suspected he at least had some sort of connection, than he was dangerous, even if he was trying to be discreet. I found him in the park, and hung in the shadows a bit, not wanting to alert neither him, or his suspect.
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Post by Porcu on Mar 7, 2007 18:06:30 GMT -5
I continued talking to the detective, now having become quite comfortable and able to control the situation. There is no way this mere detective is smarter than me..., I thought to myself.
"So what help can I be detective? I assume that is the reason that you have requested my presence at this hour and at a place such as this...", I said letting out a small grin, but only for a moment.
There was a small silence before the detective answered my very direct questions...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Mar 7, 2007 18:40:42 GMT -5
"Several years ago you assisted in the capture of another killer. I do not and did not believe the man was guilty for one second. You will tell me what evidence you found that implicated him. I was at the trials and that man did not look guilty at all. He was a poor wreckless man who had nothing to gain by commiting those murders. A trial for a murderer of that calibre should not have lasted 8 days. Now, tell me what evidence you had, or you will see why I was discharged from the police." I held up my gun.
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Post by Porcu on Mar 7, 2007 20:46:25 GMT -5
I either was correct in guessing that this was all part of a ploy to unseat me or that this man was truely crazy. All that this man told me was rather funny to me, at least the ramble about the trial. He had no proof, unless Phillip had told him, that I was ever involved in the capture of a dangerous criminal. Now the detective's gun was a bit surprising, however I was quite experienced with guns as well and after a moment my temporary fear passed, being replaced by the calmness I had before.
"I believe I do remember reading about the trail that you are referring to. However, I must point out that I had nothing to do with that trial. Frankly, I have no idea what you are talking about. According to the testimonies given in court and the evidence provided by the police department I cannot see how that man could ever be innocent of the horrible crime, which he in fact committed. As a citizen of this nation, I am entitled to basic human rights and I am requesting that you put away your fire arm, which serves no purpose as of this point. I have been honest and straightforward with you thus far...", I took a moment to gather my next thoughts before starting once again.
"Now with what you said about 'being discharged from the police', I have to reply that if that is the case then I see no reason to continue this conversation any longer, as I am not obligated to be here. If were actually a police officer then the situation would be different, but as of now I have someone patiently waiting for me to return and give her company...", I quickly stated ready to exit the park...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Mar 7, 2007 21:36:06 GMT -5
As the man left, I began to think about what he had said. Flashbacks of the trial came to me and, wait, that man. It was him, albeit he was younger, had a moustache, and was better dressed, but I remembered him sitting on the other side of the courtroom from me. I had long since saved off my beard that I had grown for the playoffs, so not many people recognized me. I was also on the force back then and was undercover at the trial. The police chief had whined something about evidence tampering but I had thought it was just another obstacle during that dreary week. However, when I saw the convicted man, I felt sorry for him and didn't believe he could have done it. That man I had just spoken to now, was it him at the trial? I walked through the park and pondered that thought in my head when suddenly I heard a sound behind me. The gun in my hand swivled around and...
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Post by Porcu on Mar 10, 2007 21:43:35 GMT -5
I returned to Susan within the hour surprisingly enough and found her still asleep, just as I predicted and planned. Being summer in Riefort I naturally didn't have that many sheets on my bed and with the moonlight lighting my apartment I could see Susan's beautiful outline as she lay in my bed. She didn't seem to have stirred from when I left and I slowly undressed once again before climbing in next to her. "She sleeps so softly and soundly..., I thought. It amazed me for a bit, but soon I was fast asleep as well...
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Post by Nisomia on Mar 13, 2007 0:53:17 GMT -5
I fell to the ground, clutching my leg. I was about to say hello to Mark, stepped on a twig, and sent his reactions haywire. The bang went off, and the familiar burn of hot lead shot through my thigh. "Dammit, Mark, it's just me!!" "Oh, shit, sorry man!!" Mark said, helping me up, to no avail. "Didn't realise." "How'd the "interrogation" go?" I said, still on the floor. "Not good. He denied everything. Aww, shit, what am I doing? I'm calling an ambulance!" "FINALLY!!" I said, the pain frustrating me. I should've been used to it by now, but alas I wasn't. The ambulance took a while, and eventually the pain got to me. I passed out.
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