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The Case of the Vanishing Turkeys: A RP stage holidays short
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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Dec-5-2015 09:28

Everyone was invited.

The Bureau Chief of NYPD decided to open his house for all detectives, both NYPD staff and private eyes, to celebrate the holidays with his family. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla candles filled the air, and his three-story Georgian home was decorated from the tip of the roof to the base of the footing in red and green and gold.

"Wow your wife really did a number with this place!" Joseph Zeo applauded, who usually did not give praises to anyone.

"Oh you are too kind!" The bureau chief beamed, knowing they had topped their neighbors once and again this year, "Wait until it gets dark and we turn on the electric fairy lights on both the tree AND the house! It is quite a novelty, I must say!"

Just then, his wife rushed over and quietly talked to the bureau chief in nervous whispers, and they excused themselves and hurried to the kitchen.

Joseph Zeo took the opportunity to chat with some old acquaintances in the lounge. The room was overly decorated to a point he almost run a fake snowman down to make room for others to join in. The scent of food began to drift through the air, but something was missing. Joseph could not pin point what it was until whispers around the halls began to reach his ears.

People spoke in hushed apprehensive tones, "I heard the turkey is missing, and it's not just happening in this household..."

[This is just a RP short for the month of December. Everyone please feel free to take a stab at it, anything goes, and have fun! muhahahahaha....!]


Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Dec-28-2015 18:41

“Well that was a huge waste of time,” Riza muttered to herself as she made her way back to join the others. That man was acting suspiciously, and he was trying to hide something. However, Riza was mistaken about was what exactly he was so focused on keeping secret.

“I need…eye bleach,” she said under her breath while massaging her temples. After pushing her way inside the shifty man’s house and stalking into his living room, expecting to find something related to the case, Riza instead found what appeared to be his young mistress strung up in a most compromising situation utilizing Christmas lights.

And now she was back to square one. Hopefully one of the others had found something of use. Though truth be told, Riza wasn’t really feeling up to poking her nose into this turkey business. All she wanted was a nice quiet holiday, but trouble seemed to follow her around. Or perhaps it seemed to follow her acquaintances around. Alright…a little bit of both.

Surprised that she was the first to return, Riza decided it would probably be best to return indoors. However, she was stopped in her tracks by a booming male voice hollering about Christmas being ruined. Ah, the Chief. Riza imagined his head must look redder than Santa’s outfit right now.

Riza perched delicately on the left side of the front doorstep. She stretched, cracking her neck. She inhaled a frigid lungful of air and blew it out. She began to tap her stiletto on the ground. Grr. She hated waiting. She was a woman of action. Why couldn’t Joseph and Molly hurry up? Or why couldn’t there be something exciting for her to do?

No sooner had the latter thought crossed her mind that a sharp crack breached the otherwise silent air. Riza immediately jumped to her feet and turned around. That shot had come from right behind her, right inside the house. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she pulled a dagger from inside her jacket and rushed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

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