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The J.Harlequin Debacle: A RP Stage Short
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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

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.

Replies

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-29-2009 22:05

(Vulkie, you ought to PM me. >_> )

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-30-2009 12:25

Molly stepped into the room where Vulkie lay, sightless eyes staring up at the ceiling. There was a pool of blood soaking her hair.

She paced around the body for a moment, and then laced her fingers together.

"It had to be one of us." she murmured softly. Elizabeth inquired what she meant, and Molly pointed a finger at Vulkie.

"The expression on her face is not fear. It's surprise. Vulkie was on alert like the rest of us. If a stranger had come to her exhibiting signs of strange behavior, she would have shot first and asked questions later. There are a few guests that are virtual strangers to Vulkie, but only 5 or 6 that she would be comfortable going into a room alone with."

She clenched her fist. "This cinches it. The killer is one of our colleagues. And when we find out who, and we WILL find out who, I shall have a good many questions for them."

She tugged a sheet off a nearby bed and flung it in the air, letting it settle slowly over Vulkie.

"My other guests may do as they like. Us 6, we will not let each other out of our sight. To do so may have grave consequences."

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Nov-30-2009 20:41

Marc stepped up to the body. Careful not to contaminate anything around it, he put on his gloves and kneeled down next to Vulkie's lifeless body. He began searching for anything that may give out the name of the killer. something. Anything. There had to be. Everyone else began looking in the room.

Marc carefully picked up Vulkie's right hand by the wrist and thus, he found it. Underneath her middle finger nail was a piece of thread from the killer's clothes. He carefully placed her hand the way it was positioned before he picked it up.

Marc felt everyone stop and stare at him as he made his way to the desk on the other side of the room. He sat down and pulled out his magnifying glass and looked even closer at it.

Joseph came up behind Marc. "What do you have?" he asked.

"A thread...appearing to be......wool," Marc said slowly, "It's color is.....charcoal gray...." Marc said setting down his magnifying glass.

"Everyone, go get every jacket and coat you have brouth with you. I want every person in this house, in this room. Molly? That means to go get your personal cook and/or anyother maid or butler. This thread does not match Vulkie's clothse. It's from the killer."

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-30-2009 20:46

"Have you not listened to a word I've said?" Molly snapped, losing patience easily in her fear and anger. "It wasn't the cook. It wasn't the staff. It was someone in this room! I shall repeat myself for the last time. No one leaves. We shall send two people to rummage through every room from top to bottom and bring back the necessary articles of clothing. Everyone else can stay put!"

She took a calming breath and ran her hands through her hair.

"I don't care who it is. Select a pair."

She paced restlessly across the room.

"When this is over, I'm selling this house." she murmured. "I'll live permanently in my New York apartment."

Nodding decisively at this, she turned back to the group, thoroughly composed. "Well, who will it be?"

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Nov-30-2009 21:04

"Okay fine," Marc said. "Dont' worry about any staff." He turned to face everyone else. "Go get any jacket or coat you have brought with you her to Molly's house."

Everyone complied and they brought in thier coats. To show that he wasn't the killer, Marc went and even got his jacket. One by one he took a small peice of thread from each jacket. After a while of looking at the threads and studying them. Marc found a match.

He walked up Charlie Cain. "Charlie? Is there any reason why this thread matches the same type of thread found from your coat?" He asked.

Charlie opened his mouth to speak but Marc interrupted him, "Better yet, did you kill Vulkie?" Marc asked.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-30-2009 22:30

Molly's eyes bulged in rage as Marc seemingly deliberately defied her orders and ordered everyone to run around the house. Why, they could destroy or hide evidence easily!

"You may have detecting skills, Marc, but I'm starting to wonder if your sense of logic isn't long gone." Molly ground out through gritted teeth, furious that he had dismissed her instructions as if she were some common senseless oaf. By the by, she followed just behind Joseph, watching him out of the corner of her eye to get her coat. It was the only one she had, an expensive emerald-green wool.

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain
Thespian

Dec-1-2009 00:46

" Actually Marc there is a great reason why that thread matches my coat. See if you would have paid attention you would have noticed Vulkie had barrowed my coat this morning because she was alittle cold." Charlie replied.

"I've been with you all the whole time how could I have gotten away to kill Vulkie...and why would I want too? Vulkie has always been a friend of mine. You on the other hand have a motive for killing her and maybe you are trying to frame me." Charlie accused getting angry at the mear notion that he could kill anyone in cold blood.

"Well Marc what do you have to say?" Charlie asked balling his fists....

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Dec-1-2009 10:07

Hearing Molly conclude that the murderer could possibly be one of the six ((Oceanic 6 ! :P )), Zeo induced, "Vulkie was killed during the time we returned to each our room while I was analyzing the handwriting. I for one was alone, but it would take me the entire 30 minutes to do the analysis, so it couldn't be me." Zeo shifted nervously, "Can we find out what each of us did during the 30 minutes break? That might help us determine who the killer is."

After a little thought, Zeo continued, "And Elizabeth is right. We need to know each person's possible motive for killing Harlequin. Earlier last night I was thinking about doing more research, but given that we're all stuck in here, I guess we just have to be honest with each other. Harlequin was against the development of the crime fighting units. I'm sure he's in it with certain fractions to prevent the cops to become too strong In a way, he is a big pain in the neck for those of us working in law enforcement. Also, I think you'd like to know that he once dated my sister, but that was long ago."

Zeo can see that Marc was onto Charlie and vice versa, Elizabeth seemed quite suspicious with her gloves and all (yes, he spotted Elizabeth with the gloves), Heimlich was keeping himself in the background but was leaving evidences here and there (fingerprint etc), while himself find logically Molly to be the most likely suspect. "Now, shall we have each of our alibi and motive?" Zeo inquired.

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain
Thespian

Dec-1-2009 12:42

" Well I went to my room and thoughtout this situation. Trying to see if I could find the missing link in this case." Charlie said. " Heim was there."

" And a motive?" Zeo asked.

" Well my motive would have been revenge." Charlie stated to the thin detective.

" See I always believed Harlequin was in on the set up that cost me everything. Only I could never find a link to him."

" Did I want him dead...you better believe I did. But would I kill him? No, I want those responsible to rot in jail." Charlie said running his hand over his face.



M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Dec-1-2009 15:07

"An alibi...I was in the dining room. Heim, Elizabeth, and Charlie went up stairs. I stayed behind. They all went upstairs. Everyone down stairs heard Vulkie's muffled scream and I suggested that they were all just playing around." Marc stated, "I can give a motive for the death of Vulkie and Harlequin. Both would be for revenge. I lost all my liking for Vulkie when she turned her back on me and sold me out to the Mafia. I almost died because of what she did (See Disillusioned Detectives)! As for Harlequin, I never liked him. He was corrupt. I'd seen him woking with the mafia. That's why he hated the crime fighters. Officers were arresting mobsters left and right and Harlequin was losing money. That's why he hated police officers. You see, I didn't kill either one of them. Poisoning someone is just cruel enough. But if it was me, I would have shot him in the face."


Everyone looked at Marc as though he was crazy.

Marc opend his mouth to speak but froze for a slight second, "Look...this case is getting to me just as much as it is to anyone else. Two people are dead in just a matter of 24 hours. Charlie, I apologize for pointing my finger at you and Molly I apologize for defying your order for pairing up."

Charlie unclenched his fist.

Some spoke up.

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