GAME 3 - Day 4

[protoshepherd]

[ And the deaths continue. If you go to the study today, you'll find prosecutor Myriam Scuttlebutt on the ground with a broken neck, her body laying next to a stepladder. Did she fall, or was she pushed? Who knows... One thing you do know is this: there is a photo printed out next to her, one of someone with a pompadour's silhouette.

What you do know is you're not safe. You need to get rid of the guilty party. And Proto Badger will politely remind you of it, too. ]

Trial later. Prepare.

[ Also, hey. Where's Bobby Fulbright? ]

Comments

[thefaceofjustice]

[There sure is a lot of screaming coming from Bobby's bedroom closet.]

[usefulanalysis]

...

[And that screaming draws a certain inquisitive investigator in training...who flings open the door to Bobby's closet...

And expecting to find murder in progress what does she find?!]

my bad I forgot to note that I was told it's locked

[thefaceofjustice]

[She'll find that the door is locked tight! There's no response to any handle-jiggling, either, just the same screaming.]

Whoops

[usefulanalysis]

Locked?!

[Well, Ema's not going to let that stop her.]

Hang on!

[She...throws her weight against the door? She weighs about as much as a sack of potatoes, and has her big heavy bag. Maybe that will help?]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Unfortunately, it's going to take more than that to bust it open.]

[And now it looks like there's a little bit of blood pooling out from under the door.]

[usefulanalysis]

Oh my god! Someone, help!

[And in a fit of panic Ema grabs up the nearest chair and starts hammering at the closet door in an adrenaline fueled rush!]

[arurests]

[ wolf boy does manage to hear the screaming, and he arrives on the scene just to say: ] I'll look for the key.

[ it should be in one of the bedrooms, anyway. dr black may even have a master key for all locks in this place. so he takes off for now. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Hurry!

[Wang, wang! She just keeps battering at the door with the chair!]

[arurests]

[ lang comes back minutes later with a bolt cutter. ]

Couldn't find any keys. Step aside.

[usefulanalysis]

[...stepping clear.]

Right...

[arurests]

[ this is easy shit. he does the thing, and bobby should be """free""" now. ]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Immediately falls out of the closet and onto Lang. HE'S A BIT HEAVY...]

[The blood seems to be coming from a pretty bad cut on his hand.]

[arurests]

[ he catches him and doesn't even flinch. ]

What happened to you, detective?

SWOONS IN LANG'S POWERFUL ARMS

[thefaceofjustice]

[He's in full-on shaking panic mode.]

My blood is...

[Suddenly it registers that he's being held by an Interpol agent, and he abruptly pushes himself away from Lang.]

[arurests]

[ wow rude??? ]

The hell's your problem?

[arurests]

That's two! Don't tell me that idiot detective's gotten himself killed too?!

[ and here he was suspecting the guy. ]

[deverybeste]

[What a grisly scene and what a confusing turn of events since last night. Prosecutors are dropping left and right, be they actual professionals or game-assigned, so Sebastian is shooting Lang a very timid look from the other side of the room.]

...

[arurests]

Wolf cut your tongue, prosecutor?

1/2

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian starts at being addressed, takes a step backwards, then decides he can't let himself get pushed around, so he steps forward again.]

I-I... [Oh his voice was a little high-pitched, there. Let's try that again, ahem.]

2/2

[deverybeste]

... I was wondering what your thoughts on the situation are, Mr. Interpol Agent.

[arurests]

Just Agent is fine.

And I don't need to share my thoughts with a prosecutor. Try another person.

[deverybeste]

But... We have to find another one of the guilty people! If we accuse the wrong person and have them e-executed today, we won't stand a chance anymore! ...Right? And if that's how it is, shouldn't we be working together?

[arurests]

Sorry, but I don't want to talk to someone who's actually guilty.

[ prosecutor = guilty, though, so sorry, sebastian... ]

[deverybeste]

But I'm not guilty! Mr. Wright thought so too! He said that you've just got a... A bearsonal pious. [He means- Well, you know what he means.]

[arurests]

[ he squints his eyes a bit and makes a face... the hell's this dude talking about? ]

Maybe I do, but it doesn't matter to me.

[decrescendos]

[He had taken to being more paranoid and thorough with his investigations, and lo and behold! He comes across the grisly scene with little surprise. Sure, it's still shocking to find a dead body even after all these years, but what really surprises him is the picture he comes across. ]

Oh fuck, oh god...

[deverybeste]

[And here's another investigator! One who isn't very good at investigating, but gosh darn is he going to try. His gaze was stuck on Myriam's body, trying to look at the scene from all angles. When Daryan speaks up, he seems to start out of his own musings.]

Hah? What?

[decrescendos]

[Oh shi- someone's here. As he turns, his boot automatically steps on top of the photo, in hopes that the person intruding won't spot it.]

What? Nothing!

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian... does not spot it. He got distracted by the swish of that pompadour.]

Why were you cursing? Were you good friends with the victim?

[decrescendos]

[The mighty white-tipped shark swings its distracting white point to lure in prey or confuse incoming attackers. He tries not to bare his teeth at him, but he doesn't visibly chill out either.]

N... Nah, It's just. [Think think think-] Another fuckin' body, man, you know? There's barely any of us left. I mean, com'n, we offed the one guy we thought it was and we were obviously wrong.

Nice Reading

[jamesalan]

Nice reading about Game 3. I will keep reading the blog post publish on this website.

Thanks

James