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| Hjorthorn | Monday, 12. October 2015, 12:14 Post #1 |
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Chicago, November 1942. Three forces are brought against each other following the occurrence of a brutal murder. The Detective, the Deputy, and the Damsel. Each one is running from their own dark past, and each one seeks to outdo both the others. Edited by Hjorthorn, Monday, 28. December 2015, 20:29.
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| shibewrath | Friday, 5. February 2016, 21:43 Post #11 |
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"Well, please." THE DEPUTY says putting his hands on his hips. "If you want to do your friend a favour, you'd leave right now, we really need to work here." He relaxes and pulls out his notebook. "Wait." This could be the prime opportunity for information! A lead! "What is your relationship to the victim?" He asks, his eyes intent on getting an answer. Something was going to come of this, he was sure. |
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| insidioussocks | Friday, 5. February 2016, 22:16 Post #12 |
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THE DAMSEL No man wants to deal with a crying woman. Bottom lip quivering and on the verge of tears, she stammered out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to — I only want justice for her. I'll be leaving then." The Damsel pivots on her heel before the Deputy utters out, wait. She replies, coldly and shortly in response to the Deputy's treatment of her. "We are friends. Or, were." It had been true. At some point, in the Damsel's career as a high-flying socialite, they had been friends. Good friends. A case of sweet gone sour... to very, very bitter. Who knew in the socialite underworld, fogged by wealth and so far removed from reality? Everyone was enemies. Everyone was friends. Everyone was lovers. "... I haven't talked to her in a while." Her goal was to mislead and confuse the case, far from her lover's trail, leading the police down a wild goose chase. It was only a matter of time, however. Her eyes flickered to the warehouse, watching the police come and go in their investigations. She needed to leave a message, somehow. |
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| shibewrath | Sunday, 7. February 2016, 11:55 Post #13 |
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"What's a while, miss?" THE DEPUTY inquires earnestly. "Like are we talking years, months, days, or hours, here?" He asks, seeing the woman focus directly on the officers behind him coming and going. "Ma'am, I know this is a traumatic experience for you, but you have to focus on this right now, it could really help out." THE DEPUTY relaxes and extends his hand. "I forgot to ask your name." |
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| insidioussocks | Sunday, 21. February 2016, 16:46 Post #14 |
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THE DAMSEL The Damsel carefully considered her options, her eyes flitting from the Deputy's extended hand to his eyes. The man looked tired, as if there was something weighing on his mind. "Three weeks ago, at a party." The Damsel recalled there had been an excellent dinner held by one of the city's rising socialites where both the Damsel and the Victim attended. The Damsel sniffed delicately, knowing she would have to tread carefully. "I'm not comfortable speaking of a dead woman like this. I'm sorry. I'll get out of your way." Edited by insidioussocks, Tuesday, 1. March 2016, 18:53.
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| shibewrath | Tuesday, 1. March 2016, 19:05 Post #15 |
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Awkwardly moving his hand back to his side, the DEPUTY replies: "Ok, miss. I'm sorry about your friend. We'll try to catch the freak that did this." He turns his attention to the DETECTIVE. A stout man by any nature, he looked unnaturally tired, and yet awake at the same time. "What is your business here, sir, do you have a relationship to the victim as well?" As he looks at the DETECTIVE's face, he recognizes the man. He thinks he might of seen him around the station, a private eye maybe? |
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| TheTraveler | Tuesday, 22. March 2016, 17:26 Post #16 |
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He gives the DEPUTY a nervous smile. "No no, I was just here to escort the little lady. I'll be taking my leave soon enough." he replies. It was a very blatant lie. No way he could get in with deception, now. They'd seen his face. He'd have to find a way to sneak in without notice. This wasn't his strong suit, but he'd had a moderate amount of experience in stealth. He backs away to give the scene another look-over, trying to notice if there were any blind spots in the guards. |
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| shibewrath | Thursday, 24. March 2016, 15:35 Post #17 |
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"Have a good night, sir." the DEPUTY says. The man was lying by any stretch of the imagination. Lying, and with the bloodshot eyes and lethargy of a cocaine addict. Maybe it was possession he was in for so frequently. The DEPUTY makes a note to check with the Sergeant back at the precinct about the man. He walks over to one of the other cops on the detail and points the man out as he leaves. "Keep an eye out for him." he says, then pats the cop on the back. The DEPUTY makes his way to his car. A grey Buick, a gift from his father. A parting gift before he went to Chicago to work. Taking a deep breath, he begins to drive off to his home. Maybe catch a little bit of sleep before getting back at the case. |
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| Hjorthorn | Wednesday, 30. March 2016, 20:56 Post #18 |
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THE DETECTIVE watches as THE DEPUTY scrutinizes him for the briefest of moments, then turns and moves to a chief officer, mumbling into the man's ear and pointing at THE DETECTIVE and THE DAMSEL. THE DEPUTY proceeds to enter a car and sit there quietly. A car smashes through the police barricade suddenly, skidding to a halt and becoming swarmed by officers. A man in a messy suit, a MR. HAMMOND, bursts out and pushes past the police. "A murder!" he cries, crumpling his felt hat as he grips his head tightly in emotion. "In my factory? I'm ruined!" Each recognizes MR. HAMMOND from somewhere, but where...? A newspaper scandal? Acquaintance? Property tycoon? You pause to remember for a moment... ah, yes! How could you forget MR. HAMMOND, the man who -- |
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| shibewrath | Thursday, 31. March 2016, 17:40 Post #19 |
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Just as he is about to turn the ignition, the DEPUTY jumps as Hammond's charcoal Hudson sedan breaks through the barricade. He gets out of his Buick and jogs over to Hammond. He recognizes the man as Peter Hammond, owner of Hammond Metals Incorporated. A tycoon by any other nature, he switched from property to metals to oil and briefly dabbled in electronics before going back to metals once again with the advent of the War. He was embroiled in a domestic abuse scandal a few years back. The DEPUTY had worked on that case. He had enough money to hire a crack defense lawyer and secure his future, but the DEPUTY had a hunch he was guilty. "Mr. Hammond?" he says. He imagines that Hammond is used to being called by name without introduction. The perks of fame and fortune. "I'm the officer assigned to this case, is there anything I can do for you?" |
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| Hjorthorn | Thursday, 31. March 2016, 20:07 Post #20 |
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"Just keep the reporters away," exhales MR. HAMMOND, before pausing to try and slow his panicked breathing. "They'll want something to point fingers at, and as the owner of this building I'll be their first target." MR. HAMMOND opens up his car door, looking back. "Sorry for intruding, I'll pay for that barrier. I just... needed to make sure that there really was a murder, and not just some foul rumor spread by a competitor. I'll be on my way." He steps into the car, glancing momentarily at the DETECTIVE and DAMSEL nearby. His eyes linger for a moment, then he slams the door and starts the engine. There's still a moment or two before he'll drive off, however. |
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