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Nov-24-2009 20:42

(Everyone's a suspect!)

There was a quite noticeable scuff on the floor.

The creme de la creme of the world's crime-fighting society were at a formal dinner at her modest country residence that evening, and there was a scuff on the floor.

Molly Maltese sighed in tones of great irritation and wondered how she hadn't noticed the mark BEFORE all her guests had arrived. They were in the dining room now, chattering happily and dining on the delicious meal she had hired a cook specifically for. Many of her friends and associates were then, including some new faces. One new face in particular; a Mr. John Harlequin. He was a new politician in the area, determined to take on Joe Hollis for mayor. His past was basically unknown; his favorability extreme. Citizens either loved him or hated him.

Just as she had this thought, someone shrieked.

"He's choking!"

Raising a brow, she hurried from the parlor to look in. All the guests seated at the long table were either standing or sitting with shocked expressions; and John Harlequin was quite shockingly purple.

Even as she rushed into the room and neared him, Harlequin gave one final gasp and died. Silence descended as she grabbed his glass and sniffed at the rim delicately. She turned, and countless eyes bored into her.

"Alright, which one of you poisoned my guest?" she snarled.

Whispers and titters danced along the table, before a very familiar man stood. "We should call the police." he said.

Another raised a brow. "There's a room full of detectives here. I'm sure that's not necessary."

"It is when one of those detectives may be a murderer!"

"We can't send for the police anyway; can't you see its been snowing all this time? We can't go anywhere!" another shouted. Molly went to the window and looked out. Sure enough, snow blanketed everything in sight. The cars parked out front were completely obscured by white.

"Nobody is leaving! If you try, I'll shoot every last one of you!" Molly yelled, pulling out a pistol.

Nov-28-2009 09:03

" Well Zeo the hair can be explained...this is Molly's house. So that hair could be from anytime she visited her maid." Charlie said lighting a cigarette.

" As for the bottle no one has tested it to see what was inside it." He replied walking up to the head of the group. "And it could have been planted evidence in the first place." He said fixing Marc with a stare.

" That letter could have easily been a forgery." He said coming to Molly's side.

" I say we split up in teams and search the two crime scenes." said Charlie looking around.

Nov-28-2009 09:19

Elizabeth was listening to all the pointed evidence. It was a frame-up. It HAD to be. As much as she hated to speak up, she had to. For Molly.

"I'm sure it was a forgery. I know all of us are suspects until we figure out who actually killed Mr. Harlequin. But I can be sure about certain people in this room."

She looked at each one of the people who had basically saved her life (Read Reformed burglars never rest for more information).

"These people wouldn't kill anyone. Not, at least, unless it was self defense. And I don't think that was the case. This was a vicious murder, perpetrated out of hate."

She rolled her eyes.

"And before someone points a finger at me, no, I didn't. I'm presenting a THEORY. I'd be a really dumb murderer if I killed the man and started telling you guys about it."

A long pause came between two sentences.

"As for the ones who are thinking 'once a criminal, always a criminal', I assure you I was a burglar, but I've never killed one single person. Plus, I've cleared out my life. I swear."

She stopped speaking and went to the window, her finger tip drawing random forms on the glass.

"But since we're all suspects, I assume we could start by being honest and telling our fellow detectives the reason each of us had to kill Mr. Harlequin. I'll go first."

She continued to speak, not looking at anyone in particular.

"It was because of him I got arrested, shortly before I decided to change my life. So, who's next?"

Nov-28-2009 09:59

Molly put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, glaring at Joseph.

"You have atrocious manners," she remarked. "Coming into my house and my dinner party and then having the nerve to try to frame me? Hell, I let you sleep in my room last night when there's...a...murderer..." she trailed off, making bug eyes at Joseph.

"Say, Joseph, how did you know Harlequin?" she narrowed her eyes, fairly certain that if she was being framed for something she didnt do, the accuser definitely had a reason to cover something up.

Oh, how she wished she could smack him again!!!

Nov-29-2009 17:16

"Before we start pointing fingers at each other again," Marc said, "let's take into consideration, one thing."

"What's that one thing?" Joesph asked.

"There is one other person who has not been interviewed yet. One person whom no one even thought about."

"On with it, Marc!" Molly said.

"Obviously, its a double homoside. I think that Elsie, poisoned Mr. Harlequin with that bottle I found last night. That bottle may have been the one to contain the poison. Let's say for instance that she DID kill Harlequin. Of course, none of the detective saw her do it because she was in the kitchen with none other than Molly's personal cook-"

At that, everyone gasped.

"Yes, the cook," Marc continued on, "The cook saw her do it and wrote the threatening note. As for it being Molly's handwriting, I've worked on cases in which two different notes had similar handwriting. The cook placed the note where Elsie could see it. Elsie read the note and knew that someone knew that they were on to her. To make a long story short, the cook killed Elsie, who killed Harlequin."

"Very interesting theory Mr. Lacrimosa," Zeo said, "Very interesting indeed. However, there doesn't seem to be anysign of a struggle. Nothing is tipped over or broken."

"That is true," Marc said, "But then again...who ever said that a cook can't clean? Who ever said that a chef cannot tidy up a room?"

Nov-29-2009 18:44

"I see where you are going with this, Marc, but what about the hair?" Elizabeth asked.

"Ah the 'lone hair'," Marc said with a smile, "If, I'm right, this hair will belong to Molly's cook. If there was a struggle, Elsie pulled this hair out of the cook's head."

"Marc, are you suggesting, that my cook is the killer?" Molly asked.

"I'm not suggesting. I'm not assuming. I'm simply making a...possible statement." Marc replied, "That's the only other thing I can think of. Unless someone else has a different theory."

A silence filled the room. Marc was on to something. He knew it. But he couldn't just say that he KNEW who did it. He didn't know who did it. He could only make a guess. A reasonable guess to be exact. He couldn't say he was 100% sure that happened like that. He had been wrong before.

After a moment of silence, someone spoke up.

Nov-29-2009 19:10

"Eureka!" Heimlich shouted startling everyone in the room, "My dear boy I do believe you have it!"

Marc raised one eyebrow at Heimlich, "Er... yes, of course I do! Why not explain it for everyone else though?"

"The chef knew the bourbon was poisoned! She and Elise conspired to do it together." Heimlich exclaimed, "It is for precisely this reason that when I attempted to add bourbon to the yams, she refused to allow me! Not only that, but she grabbed my wrist rather than the bottle. She wanted to make sure that her prints didn't show up on the bottle."

Marc nodded. "Right!" he said excitedly, "Then once Harlequin was taken care of, the chef took out the one person who could turn her in!"

Molly stepped forward shaking her head with her hand on her forehead. "There are a couple of problems with that. Why the note? And what motive could my chef possibly have for wanting to kill Mr. Harlequin? I've employed her for years! This is pure coincidence that they were here on the same night!"

"Oh is it?" a voice rang out.

Nov-29-2009 19:13

Elizabeth didn't want to speak up, but she felt like she had to.

"That's all very nice, Mr. Lacrimosa", she refused to call him "Marc" during all of this mess.

"But we need motives. I mean, unless you're completely insane, which doesn't seem to be the case, you don't poison people with rat poison with no reason at all. As I stated before, we all had reasons to dislike Mr. Harlequin. I've declared mine, and no one else has, but fine."

She then turned to Molly.

"Molly dear, what do you know about Elsie's past life? No need to give unrelated details, you can tell us only what you think it's important. We all have secrets, at the end of the day."

As she finished talking, she went back to the window, tidying her somewhat messy blouse.

Nov-29-2009 19:21

Marc took into consideration what Elizabeth said. She was right and he, as well as everyone else, knew it. There had to be a motive. But what could it be? Revenge? Perhaps they were related and the cook wanted Harlequin's inheritance if she knew he'd be killed.

Heimlich seemed to know that Marc was on to something. Molly was shocked. But perhaps they were all wrong. Maybe there was another maid that could have done it. Perhaps there was another maid or butler no one but Molly knew about. One who mainly cleaned parts of the house that hasn't been searched.

Marc pulled out his pipe and began to pace back and forth thinking about this.."theory". Yes it made sense. It made lot's of sense. But they just couldn't point fingers at the chef for doing it. They neede proof.

Molly opend her mouth to open Elizabeth's question when she was cut off by Marc. "Molly, can you call your chef in here? I have a few questions for him/her. I just want to make sure that your chef is innocent. I'd hate for such a good cook to be a cold blooded killer."

Nov-29-2009 20:48

A NOTE: There is one player among the rpers who is the killer. The killer will not be an NPC. ;D



As Molly was about to fetch the cook, someone suddenly noticed that Vulkie was missing.

"When's the last time anyone saw her?" Joseph asked.

"When Joseph had the result from the handwriting, I did knock on her door, asking her to meet us in the dining room. " Molly said, "but I was standing outside and didn't wait for her reply before I went off to inform the others."

"That's really odd of her," Heimlich commented, "Usually she's the first to show up. Let me go fetch her."

"I'll go with you." Several people volunteered.

As the small group went up to Vulkies' room and the rest of the group stayed in the dining hall, someone mentioned seeing Vulkie going into her room with a special guest of Molly's. "Perhaps they were just... having fun?" Just then, yells and shouts were coming from Vulkie's room.

"She's brutally murdered!" Elizabeth exclaimed from upstairs. "Vulkie's dead!"

((after careful examination of the room, it was concluded that the killer did not leave any trace evidence))

Nov-29-2009 22:05

*30 minutes ago*

Vulkie couldn't take that 'special guest' of Molly any longer and decided to take a stroll in the hall. As she past one of the room, she noticed someone whom she was familiar with.

"Hey, it's you! What are you doing...?" Vulkie went into the room and closed the door behind her. "Why are you doing that? Wait. Don't tell me..." Vulkie couldn't believe her eyes.

"Sorry Vulkie, i think you knew too much... I'm so sorry..."

The person wrapped his/her palm around Vulkie's face to muffle her scream, and hit her head hard with a statue. That was the last scream she would ever utter.