zeidridge
Average Swordsman
Blade/Dias
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Post by zeidridge on Feb 3, 2011 1:48:26 GMT -5
Fallen Dreams
Blade nodded, and walked out. "Damn, I'm no figure of law, I'm not even from around here, investigating could prove difficult.." He saw the Fallen Dreams, it was rather large, no wonder it was so renowned. Blade walked inside, and looked over to the bar. There were two workers, one was a woman, so Blade approached the other one. "Excuse me sir, your name doesn't happen to be Roscoe does it?" He perked up, "Yeah, thats me." Blade smirked, "Do you also go by Curt?" Roscoe responded, "W..What?" Blade shook his head, "It's beside the point. I'm here because there's reason to believe you've killed someone." Roscoe slammed his hands on the bar, "What!? Thats ridiculous! What reason would I have to kill a person!?" Blade shot back, "A person? Maybe you killed 37 people then. A message written in blood at the crime scene read "at the Edge, my Dreams all Fade away." Not only is the name of this bar the Fallen Dreams, but you were found at the crime scene." Roscoe laughed, "What are you an officer? a guard? did the police send you?" Blade cursed under his breath and said, "No, none of those." Roscoe and all the patrons at the bar began to laugh, "Sir your no more of a lawman then me or anyone here. Now fuck off." Blade clenched his fist, "You listen here Roscoe, Curt, what ever your fucking name is, I don't need a title to stand for the law. I'v got reason enough to think you killed those people, so explain yourself!"
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Post by linkin10362 on Feb 3, 2011 2:26:20 GMT -5
Fallen Dreams
"Look, the reason that I was at the crime scene was that I had to go back to my house because I forgot the keys to the back room, but on my way back I noticed that some people were going into the crime scene and stayed around to see if they found anything new. I have been keeping track of the murders and I'd like to know when this lunatic is finally caught and given what he deserves. Is that enough evidence for you, officer?" Roscoe explained to Blade. "And also if you wouldn't call me Curt, that'd be great."
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Post by Gamerbug94 on Feb 3, 2011 2:34:56 GMT -5
The Edge
Klein walked out and headed for The Edge, it was getting late and it was a Thursday, so Mannington may be there and it was his only lead. Entering the building Klein looked around briefly. He spotted a larger man with an instrument sitting near one of the walls and preparing. "Excuse me, Mr. Mannington?" Klein asked walking over to him. The man turned his head and smiled at him. "Hello, I'm a fan of music, and I've heard you play a couple times here. I just wanted to express how much I enjoy it, and was wondering if I could talk with you for a moment?" Klein said, sitting in a nearby chair. "That would be fine." Mannington said. "Really? Thanks this is an honor!" Klein said. "I heard you used to live in Blizzton, I've been in the mountains near there, I can understand why you left! When was the last time you were there?" Klein asked.
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Post by linkin10362 on Feb 3, 2011 2:44:59 GMT -5
The Edge
"Well, it has been quite awhile. Let me think for a bit...I would say it has been at least 4 years ago. I really don't like talking about it, but the reason I left was due to a friend's death. You should know the avalanche get pretty insane out there, sadly he wasn't able to...move quick enough." Klein noticed the pause in John's sentence, but allowed him to continue on. "After that, I was pretty devastated, having....seen his death, so I decided to write a song in the memory of him and apparently people really liked it, so I just continued on. And here I am, hosting weekly sessions to entertain folk and help them with their own music."
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Post by Gamerbug94 on Feb 3, 2011 2:56:08 GMT -5
The Edge
Klein nodded. "I am sorry for your loss." he said solemnly. He ordered a drink for himself, and offered one to Mannington. "Music lessons eh? Maybe I should take you up on those some day, i dont know much about music, im more of a traveler, and somewhat of a hunter, if you didnt notice my weapons." Klein finished the sentence removing one of his dirks, he purposely held it with the blunt edge facing outward to see if Mannigton would notice and correct him.
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zeidridge
Average Swordsman
Blade/Dias
Posts: 111
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Post by zeidridge on Feb 3, 2011 3:03:59 GMT -5
Fallen Dreams "I just went off what the crime report said, that you went by Roscoe or Curt. Excuse my hostility, but its frustratingly difficult to solve crimes with out being a lawman. I have a few questions now, first being, Did you know any of the victems, friends, family..Enemies?"
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Post by linkin10362 on Feb 4, 2011 0:27:06 GMT -5
The Edge
John looked down to the dirk, but made no comment and simply smiled. "I wish that I was able to handle a weapon, it would've made....things easier back in the day...hunting, of course." Klein felt suspicious of the way Mannington phrased the sentence, but decided to keep it to himself. Mannington took a drink and then louaged back into his chair. "So, what type of things to do hunt exactly? What I mean is do you hunt the animal or is it you yourself who is the animal because some of the stares you are giving me make me feel....uneasy to say the least."
Fallen Dreams
Roscoe looked at Blade suspiciously, but decided to go along with his questions. "No, none of them were really close to me. No friends or family. I did know some of them though, regulars of the bar and such, but other than that, nothing. I'm not really one to make enemies around here anyway, it's a pretty peaceful town beside what has been happening recently. So, are we done here or what?" Blade paced around the bar and then directed his gaze back at Roscoe. "Can I ask why you didn't want to be called Curt?" Roscoe sighed. "Long story, just an old nickname from back in the day when I lived in Pockington. That's really the most interesting part, so let's drop it."
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Post by Gamerbug94 on Feb 4, 2011 0:37:49 GMT -5
The Edge
Klein shrugged and put away his weapon. "If I come off as a violent person or something, then I apologize, I mainly hunt smaller game, sometimes larger." He grinned. "No need to give me the third degree." Klein said leaning back. "If anyone here is suspicious, it's you, I noticed the way you've been talking about your past, and I can't say I like it." Klein eyed Mannington suspiciously. "Care to explain?"
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Post by linkin10362 on Feb 4, 2011 23:50:43 GMT -5
The Edge
John started to sweat as Klein waited for his response. "Me? Well I have nothing to confess. Nothing at all. It's just that it takes awhile to remember what happened back in the past...the truth...I uhh, mean the..." He shut up immediately after his slip and just waited for the inevitable question. "What exactly is the truth then, Mannington?" Klein asked him. John decided that it was too late to take anything back, he would have to admit to everything. "You remember how I told you that I wish I knew how to use weapons? Well, I haven't really told anyone the true story about the avalanche. My "friend" and I were making a song and it was a pretty good one, could've been a hit, but then he decide he would take all the credit for it and leave me with nothing. I didn't really like that a whole lot, I don't thinking anyone would, so I tracked him down after awhile when he was on a mountain going to his house and I was going to simply scare him a bit and knock some snow on him from above, but...it didn't go exactly as I planned and...more snow came down, a lot more."
Mannington's hands started to shake as he got into the story. "I didn't mean to kill him, I mean I was mad at him, but I didn't intend to take it that far, but I guess I got what I wanted. I wrote a song about the depression and grief I was going through after what happened while hiding in the lyrics what really happened and it was great, but it doesn't make me any better. Ever since that day, I've been haunted by that memories and I just want to end it....See, you may have thought I was talking about using a weapon on my friend to make the murder easier, but I was really talking about taking my own life, to end the guilt." Klein was shocked, he had went after a killer, but found a completely different one instead. As Mannington started to sulk in his hands, Klein looked at him and thought of what he should do.
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Post by Gamerbug94 on Feb 5, 2011 2:26:15 GMT -5
Klein nodded. "You...you are a coward." He said. Mannington looked up at him shocked. "To even consider taking your own life because of what you have done, that is cowardly. The truly hard thing to do, the way to repent for your mistakes, is to live with them, and use them to shape you into a better man." Klein stood and turned. "Just know that the truth may have just saved you from being accused of another crime, I was investigating you, you were a suspect in the murders around here, but I am confident you are not the culprit." Klein smiled to himself. "Suppose I was wrong, I apologize for making you my prime suspect." He said. "Do me a favor, if you hear or see anything suspicious, let me know, it would be a big help." As Klein walked away her turned and looked at Mannington. "Do your friend right, keep playing music and making people happy. I'm sure he's proud of you." He said.
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Post by linkin10362 on Feb 5, 2011 19:28:51 GMT -5
The Faded Edge
Alex slowly approached the store and looked around for any signs of Nick. "Guess he isn't here yet...or maybe he is inside." Alex had a sour look on his face. "I really would've liked to avoided going into this place, but it's for the good of Daygeran that I do, or at least I can tell myself that..." He walked over to the door and reluctantly went inside. From the moment he took a single step into the store, Alex was greeted by odd looks. "Alright, alright. I know that I look like I'd be the last person inside a tattoo shop, but hey, you have to live sometime." The people in the store stopped their glares and Alex gave a breath of relief. The women at the counter motioned for him to come closer. "So, you may have fooled everyone else in here, but I'm not buying it. What are you really here for?" Alex smirked and then rested his arm on the counter. "Well then, this certainly makes things slightly easier. Okay, I just wanted to know." Alex leaned closer to the girl to avoid other hearing in on his words. "I just want to know if Nick Jennings is here at the moment." The girl sighed, "Why the hell would you want to know if that train wreck is here? Unless he stole some of your money or something, then I guess it makes sense."
"No, that isn't really the case...now if you could be so kind, tell me if he is here or not. And if he isn't here, could you possibly say when you last saw him?" The girl turned to the right and pointed at a man in a chair currently getting a tattoo on his arm. "He's right over there, but we don't really like people being disturbed while getting tattoos, so if you could..." The girl stopped talking as she noticed Alex was already on his way over to the booth. He noticed that the tattooist was out of the booth and getting a new needle. "Hey, hold on." The tattooist was about to reenter the booth, but stopped and turned around. "What do you need? I am kinda busy right now." Alex grabbed the needle out of the man's hand and pushed him out of the way. "I think that you deserve a break, I can handle the rest. And don't bother getting the police, they aren't going to stop me." The tattooist laughed at Alex's remark. "Fine, go right ahead. I hate dealing with that nut job anyway, he's all yours."
Alex entered the booth and walked in front of Nick. "Hey, who the hell are you? You aren't my tattooist." Alex smiled and then positioned the needle to Nick's arm. "Don't worry, he's just taking a short break. I just have some questions for you." Nick started to breath heavy and grunt. "I don't need to answer none of your questions, just get the hell out of here now. I ain't doing anything wrong. I've changed, I don't need to go back there...I DON'T!" Alex grabbed Nick's arm and tried to steady him. "Hey, just calm down. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's all your choice." Nick started to struggle against Alex. "No! No,no,no,no,no. I am NOT giving into you, I am NEVER going back." Alex was started to lose hold of Nick. "God damnit, STAY STILL!" Alex stabbed Nick's arm with the needle, but he soon found that it was the wrong decision. Nick screamed in pain and ripped out the needle from his arm. "FUCK YOU! I'm not giving in." He swung the needle at Alex and then charged out of the store, with Alex quickly following.
They both raced down the streets with people slowly moving out of the way to avoid Nick's constant swinging of the needle. "Damn it, this bastard is fast. I really have to learn to control my anger next time.." Nick suddenly made a break to the left and Alex struggled a bit to caught up. By time he reached where Nick was, he had already climbed up onto the roof of a building and was sprinting away. "Shit! What the hell is this guy?" Alex tried to get up the building as fast as he could and resumed the chase. They jumped from roof to roof, until the next jump was too big to make. Nick turned around and moved the needle's tip out to Alex. "Stay the hell away from me, I haven't done anything wrong. Why do you have to bring me back?" Alex was started to get annoyed with Nick's banters. "What are you talking about? Take you back to where?" Nick looked confused. "Potsberry! The damned asylum. I had to spend so long in there, you don't understand. I can't handle it anymore, I'M NOT GOING BACK!" Nick took the needle and placed it up to his neck. "Wait! STOP!" Alex yelled and then ran towards Nick, but it was too late. Nick stabbed the needle into his neck and then slowly moved it to the other side. Alex looked away from the violent sight and then proceeded forward after Nick's body fell. He took off Nick's shirt and looked at the tattoos that he had. It was 37 words, leading from his left arm, to his shoulders, to the right arm. The repeating phase "I am free" 12 times. The 37th word was "I" and Alex noticed that the unfinished tattoo Nick was getting was the word "am". "He was so happy that he was finally out of the asylum that he had to continually remind himself. I guess now he can finally rest and be free, never having to worry about the thought of returning to his hell." Alex wrapped Nick up with his shirt and then picked up his body and walked off.
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Post by trh94 on Feb 7, 2011 15:44:08 GMT -5
Amira, after winding her way around Daygeran for a couple hours, found herself comfortable with the village and the people. She made her way to a small bar where she was fairly sure she would find their Winston Wales White, as he ritualistically visited there every day, musing. Daygeran seemed like a sweet, friendly place, and she was more fully understanding the strange case that the person responsible for the murders was bringing about. The bits of investigative gossip she caught from many were running through her mind as she entered, immediately spotting the man from descriptions she'd gotten.
She put on a bright, sincere smile as she moved toward him, asking politely if she could join him. When invited to sit she did, curious as ever while she observed his demeanor. She tried to remain objective, though, for some strange reason, she felt emotion swarm over her. She was very much interested in this situation, and he in particular brought something out in her. She didn't know whether or not she wanted him to be the murderer, but if he was, she vowed to find that out.
"My name is Amira," she told him kindly. "I have heard of you, Winston. May I call you that? ...I admire you, I do. I was wondering if we could speak for a time, if I am not interrupting anything."
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Post by Gamerbug94 on Feb 8, 2011 21:49:17 GMT -5
Klein shuffled back to the jail, it was beginning to get late and he was still not at 100% recovered after his ordeal. He walked in the front door and glances around, no one had returned yet. "Damn, guess I finished early, I just had to choose the wrong one didnt I?" He mumbled to himself as he pulled up a chair. He shrugged off his pack and bow and sat down, placing them against the wall to his side. "Suppose I have to wait...I just hope one of them got the right guy, if word gets around that we are investigating this guy, he won't stick around long." He closed his eyes and sighed, holding his forehead in his hand. "Life sure is starting to get complex again, here I was thinking I had gotten away from all the shadiness in the world, can't escape one's fate I guess." He leaned his head back against the wall and shifted his eyes toward the door, hoping someone would return soon for him to talk to.
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zeidridge
Average Swordsman
Blade/Dias
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Post by zeidridge on Feb 11, 2011 23:19:26 GMT -5
Fallen Dreams Blade thought for a moment. Roscoe taped his fingers on the bar, "Any other questions?" Blade shook his head, "No I suppose not, thank you for the cooperation." Blade left and headed back to the prison.
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Post by linkin10362 on Feb 13, 2011 1:06:46 GMT -5
Winston smiled warmly. "No please sit." he said. "You are not interupting much, I am simply working on one of my newest pieces, I have been working on it for weeks now, hardly even leaving my home save for the occasional bar trips." He looked at her. "Are you a poet yourself?" He asked.
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