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Post by Hayleigh on Feb 7, 2010 22:33:45 GMT -6
((lol im going to post...i just have to ask Elli something..and i havent had the time...i wanted to post 2 nights ago but i forgot so i will talk to her tomorrow ))
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Post by Hayleigh on Feb 11, 2010 11:39:07 GMT -6
Viola dove down to catch Aidan as he started to collapse again. She scraped her elbows against the sidewalk as Aidan's weight pushed down on her arms. Viola looked up to see the paramedics coming after them to get Aidan. One guy took him from her hands and picked him up.
One of them asked her,"What happened?"
Viola felt the tears start to rush to her eyes. "He just collapsed. His father just died so I'm pretty sure he's just in shock."
He started to head after the ambulance and Viola followed, the tears still streaming down her face. She needed sleep, but she couldn't have one break to get the chance. Once one thing happens, a lot of thing follow. She slowly climbed into the ambulance and waited for the night to end.
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Post by Daeiel on Feb 11, 2010 14:47:47 GMT -6
((Hooray! I'll post when I have time, I promise.))
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Post by Hayleigh on Feb 15, 2010 11:26:33 GMT -6
(( lol okay!))
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Post by Daeiel on Feb 16, 2010 20:34:08 GMT -6
It was not quite sunrise when Daniel Chevalglass awoke.
The sky was rosy in colour, with the darkened silhouettes of the trees and statues surrounding Hyde Park feeling close and crowded. Daniel didn't like it.
"Hey," he nudged, "Hey, Krissi."
She was still fast asleep, and Dan did not have the heart to wake her up. Instead, he managed to slide her into the child-sling, as gently as he could, and tucked Big into one of the heavy messenger bags.
He began to walk. He didn't know, nor mind, the direction.
Speculum watched him go. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alyssa was cooking breakfast, Louis Gilbert could smell that from the bedroom. It smelled like omelets. Gilbert didn't really care for omelets, or eggs in general, but he pretended to, for his fiancee's sake.
"Lou, love," called Alyssa, "Breakfast."
Gilbert looked over at the clock. It was quarter to nine.
"Can't, Alyssa," Gilbert called back, with some subdued tones of relief, "Or I'll be late for work!"
He stood up, as groggily as he could have managed, and rubbed his chin. He needed a shave. That would have to be done in the auto.
"Oh," said Alyssa, "Well, then, good bye, Lou!"
"Bye, 'Lyssie..." Gilbert grabbed a clean shirt and necktie, and the blazer he wore yesterday, before going into the bathroom and grabbing his razor, not bothering with shaving cream. "See you tonight!"
"Love you!" she called.
"Love you, too!" he answered, before he ran down the stairs, kissed her quickly on the cheek, and dashed out the door, still shirtless.
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Post by Elli on Feb 24, 2010 11:38:13 GMT -6
Aidan slowly started to come to. His mind was clouded in a fog of nothing, he could barely even think about what to do next. Soon he became to hear the most annoying beeping noise. He frowned, it smelled really weird in here too. And his arm... why wouldn't it move?! Soon Aidan forced his eyes open trying to figure out where he was.
White. That was all that greeted his now open eyes. White ceiling tiles, white walls, white sheets... that's when the realization hit him. He was in a hospital. He felt rested, but for some reason Aidan felt like he was missing something, something important. He looked down at his arm and saw Viola's head laying on him. That was why it (the arm) had feigned parallysis. The tell-tale streaks on her face spoke to him.
All at once the previous night came surging in suffocating him with not only sorrow and grief, but pure hot anger. He could not stay here, lying in bed when his father's murder went unsolved. He was emmancipated, that he knew. He also knew that it meant he didn't have to sit here and take these doctors pity. He was going to move, and he was going to catch his father's murderer.
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Post by Hayleigh on Mar 10, 2010 10:40:52 GMT -6
Viola woke up to movement under her head. As she raised her head and squinted, she saw Aidan awake and looking at her. "Oh you're up. How do you feel?"
She had stayed with him all night. The nurses were kind enough to let her stay in the room instead of waiting in the waiting room. She was all he had. Tears started to form in her eyes as she thought of Kern, but she held them back, trying to stay strong for Aidan. He needed the strength. Plus, she also knew that he would want to investigate more now that it involved him personally. He needed all the strength he could get.
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Post by Daeiel on Mar 10, 2010 12:26:37 GMT -6
Cimmerian took off his glasses and pulled a soft cloth from his pants pocket. He breathed on the lenses, causing them to fog up, before wiping them clean. It wasn't necessary, but Cimmerian preferred his glasses crystal-clear. It was a tic he had never truly overcome.
It was light out, he knew that from the slits of yellow light peeping through the window blinds. He wouldn't be outside for a while, unless it meant keeping to the shade. Perhaps he might go to the park and think over what Penumbra meant.
A whole night's worth of thinking, and I'm back where I started. He ran his hands through his hair, causing it to stick upright. Then he fiddled with his glasses, untucked his shirt, and headed into the kitchen area of his dismal flat.
Everything in the flat cast a shadow, except for its resident. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lewis had cut himself shaving, but he still looked presentable enough for work.
He had to congratulate himself. It wasn't a well-known skill, being able to drive while changing, shaving, and brushing one's teeth, but it was one he had mastered. But, since he always executed this particular ability while running late, it was not necessarily something to be proud about.
He straightened his collar and practically trotted up the stairs.
"Morning, Ellen," he called. Ellen, the middle-aged receptionist, nodded in acknowledgement.
That was before Louis went into his office, before he saw the case files stacked on his desk, and before he saw Drummer sitting, one leg folded over the other, saying, "Fifteen dead. Where do we start?"
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Post by Elli on Mar 24, 2010 18:14:27 GMT -6
Aidan smiled, slightly worried about Viola. She looked so worn out, had one night really done that to her? He decided not to mention the tell-tale streaks on her face, it could just bring more pain to her. He could see the tears forming again though, and reached an arm out and touched her shoulder.
"Shhh, it will be alright." Looking around the room Aidan shook his head, "wanna help me bust out of here?" He asked this question with a mischievous grin, it was time to get back to work.
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Post by Hayleigh on Apr 6, 2010 9:48:21 GMT -6
Viola wanted to reach for Aidan, to hug him, have him hold her. The night had taken so much out of her. Kern was now dead and Aidan had scared the crap out of her. She was actually suprised that she had ever fallen asleep in the first place."Wanna help me bust out of here," Aidan asked, knowing the she couldn't say no.
Viola smiled back and started to help him out of the hosipital bed. "Are you sure you're fine?" She was still worried about him. He had been out since yesterday when he found out about his father.
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Post by Daeiel on Apr 10, 2010 23:02:18 GMT -6
"There are fifteen dead?"
Drummer nodded his head. His hair was rumpled and his clothes were the same as the day before; clearly, he had slept late also. "Fifteen, Gilbert."
"Holy God." Gilbert sank into a chair opposite his cohort and put his head in his hands. "Fifteen? All at once?"
Drummer flipped the massive folder open. "No," he said after a few seconds of silence, "No, no. They happened all over the place. Umm..."
Drummer picked up a few sheets from the file. "Uh, see, this one was in Cavendish Place. Uh, this in Hartfordshire. This one happened just down the street in that block of flats." He closed the folder, the papers still lying skewed from where he had disturbed him. "See? All over."
Gilbert rested his elbows on his knees. "And we're off the Thickets case, I'm assuming."
Drummer nodded. "What else would you think? They need Inspectors everywhere in the city."
Gilbert sighed, rubbed his neck, and stood. "Well," he stated, taking the keys to his car out of his pants pocket, "Let's get to it, shall we?"
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Post by Elli on Apr 14, 2010 10:37:07 GMT -6
Aidan gave Viola a mischivious grin. "I'm fine... fit as a fiddle and all those other sayings. Promise, just a little... shock? Yes that would fit it." He looked around the room before grimacing. "'sides, I'm emancipated now... I know that for a fact, and unless I am a danger to myself or others the hospital cannot keep me here."
Aidan stretched his arms for a moment before working at standing up. The hospital beds were really harder to get out of than one would think.
After a few tries, Aidan was out of the bed and standing. "Alright. Which way to the front desk so I can get out of here?"
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Post by Hayleigh on Apr 17, 2010 12:41:58 GMT -6
Fit as a fiddle? Did he really just say that? Viola thought to herself as Aidan just rambled on about how he felt. All of her life he would lie about it, so she didn’t really believe him when he said that he wasn’t hurt, but she went along with it anyway.
“Are you sure you didn’t hurt your head too hard? I mean, really. Fit as a fiddle,” she teased him as she headed for the door. Viola giggled a little at the thought and opened the door to let Aidan out first. She wanted to walk behind him in case he started to trip or fall or something like that. She worried about him.
How exactly are we going to do this case thing without getting in the way of the police? The thought kinda worried her. She liked doing cases and all, but the last one they had done…well it didn’t turn out too pretty. We’re just going to get in their way. Unless they come to us for help……
The thought stayed there as she went up to the desk to sign Aidan out.
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Post by Elli on Apr 17, 2010 20:33:05 GMT -6
Aidan smiled at the lady at the desk and signed his name. "Okay, I am leaving... away from this stinky hospital..." As he walked out he turned around and hopped a little. "Yes, I am perfectly okay... see? No more worrying Viola." Aidan's voice added a hint of anger, "We have some murders to solve... then you can start worrying. Kay?"
Aidan sat down on a bench by the hospital. "But first, we need to make a plan of action. I mean, we can't just be wandering around the city without a clue what to do next." He didn't want to say it, but he was kinda scared... not for himself of course, but for Viola... he couldn't handle it if she got hurt... or worse. It would be his fault. After all, Aidan was the only reason why she would be in danger.
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Post by Daeiel on Apr 18, 2010 14:51:53 GMT -6
It was in the kitchen.
The body hadn't begun to rot yet, there was the stale smell of death and the lingering odor of kitchen chemicals, but nothing more than that.
This victim, too, had been strangled, Gilbert could tell as much by the shadowed, purple markings around the neck. The eyes were wide, the body otherwise unharmed. Whoever had murdered this man was not quite as clean as the one who had murdered Ms. Thickets; she had had nearly no markings whatsoever.
"Well," he mused as the coroner and his lackey began examining the body, "There goes our connected killer."
Drummer was kneeling over the corpse, watching the coroner's assistant. "Time of death?" he asked, his pad and pen out.
"Hard to say exactly, sir, but I'd wager about six to seven hours ago, I think, sir."
"Thank you."
Drummer put the end of his pen in his mouth, stood, and walked over to Gilbert. "Six to seven hours ago," he repeated, "We were still awake."
"Yes, yes we were." Gilbert looked at the body, at the faint sun-tan line where a wedding ring had once sat. A small smile creased his face; he turned to his cohort. "Motive, anyone?"
"What?" asked Drummer, before Gilbert was gone, asking questions with astonishing clarity Drummer could only hope to mimick. ------------------------------------------------------------- Speculum liked this boy.
He was carrying his sister, running from something Speculum could only guess at.
He was sitting at a roadside cafe, dark glasses shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight as he watched the boy and his sister from the safe viewpoint of a newspaper.
"Coffee, sir?" asked the hostess.
"Yes please," answered the voice, silvery and smooth, "Plenty of cream, one lump of sugar."
"Certainly sir."
Speculum folded the newspaper and edged the shades ever so slightly down the bridge of his Grecian nose. Bright, mirror-like silver eyes peered over the top of the sunglasses, following the red-haired boy whose eyes matched his own.
Then something else, someone else, distracted him for a moment. A young man, mid-twenties, with an aquiline face and dark eyes, was walking briskly towards the police station.
He was not casting a shadow.
Speculum sipped his coffee, tipped the waitress generously, and followed after him.
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Post by Hayleigh on Apr 20, 2010 10:32:24 GMT -6
Viola rolled her eyes. “I’m not that much of a worry wart. I’m just making sure you are okay. You kinda scared me last night.” The look of worry left her eyes as excitement took over. “Anyway, let’s get on to this murder.” She thought of different things to do. An idea popped into her head. “Well, we can go back to your house to get the sheet of copies of the names of the deceased. After that, I know I can head to the library to look up who they were and that stuff. Plus, I need to let my boss know that I won’t be in much until this case is busted.
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Post by Elli on Apr 21, 2010 19:56:14 GMT -6
Aidan nodded at each thing that Viola said. "Okay. After we stop at my house, I'll leave you at the library... I have to..." He stopped talking. It would be a while until the pain would go away. "I have a feeling that I am needed at the police station... it shouldn't take too long." Aidan held up his phone. "Text or call me if you get any leads and I'll try to get out of the eye of the law." He tried to laugh good naturedly.
Soon they were in front of his apartment complex. "Anything else you would like to add?"
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Post by Hayleigh on May 23, 2010 22:24:00 GMT -6
Viola shook her head while she stood in front of Aidan’s door. “No, I don’t think we have anything else that is needed at this point in time.” She smiled and turned towards the door getting ready to open it when she turned back around. “Hey, I want you to be careful. I know you can take care of yourself, but recent events have concerned me. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Viola blushed and then walked into the apartment without another word, for she did not want to say goodbye. It felt as if it might be saying goodbye forever, even though that was not the case.
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Post by Elli on May 27, 2010 9:34:52 GMT -6
Aidan smiled a little at Viola's concern. He didn't want to think how right she was. That even in his mind everything was not all right. He was bound to do something, that, in the end would get Viola mad at him. "I'll be careful... no unnecessary risks." He didn't need to say the unspoken part. That there will be risks that he shall take that are going to be 'necessary'.
Opening up his apartment, he noticed the sameness from last night. It was so weird to see it that way. So much has changed, and yet one small area of the universe was unchanged.
"Okay, now what to grab."
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Post by Daeiel on May 28, 2010 18:22:19 GMT -6
"So," said Drummer, ink from his pen spreading up the side of his right palm, "What do we know now?"
Without consulting Drummer's notes, Gilbert began to list off his fingers. "The man's name is Mark Lowman. He was married, recently divorced, and according to the man at the front desk, it wasn't a pretty break up. Miscarriage."
Drummer sucked on the end of his pen and shook his head. "Sad affair."
"Yes," agreed Gilbert, "And there's plenty of motive there, don't you think? And the chap at the front desk did see Mr. Lowman's ex-wife enter the block of flats. But we need to know more, ask some more people who know if Mrs. Lowman is capable of murder."
"Yeah," agreed Drummer, "Because that's an awful big accusation, you know."
"Yes." Gilbert looked almost annoyed at Drummer. "I know."
There was only one flaw in Gilbert's theory.
Mr. Lowman's corpse had no shadow. -------------------------------------------------------------------
Speculum watched him.
He had a rushed pace to his walk, head down, avoiding eye contact, or just being anti-social. Speculum figured it was the latter. He didn't look like a particularly friendly young man.
However, Speculum was hardly surprised. He had yet to meet a shadow-sucker, to use the layman's term, who was cordial. He figured flying pigs were far more likely.
The young man rushed up the stairs to the Scotland Yard station, Speculum following far enough behind to avoid any kind of suspicion. He still had his sunglasses on, his hands in the pockets of his designer sport coat, two buttons of his blue shirt undone, no necktie. Casual, he thought. Casual was good.
He entered the police station and observed the young man disappearing into the back wings, the clinic or research area of the station which was off-limits to civilians. He didn't mind. He knew what to do.
"Excuse me," he said silkily to the middle-aged receptionist. Ellen read her name tag. "I believe that young man dropped this." He held out a faded leather billfold from his own pants pocket. "Would you happen to know his name so I can give this to him?"
Ellen looked at the stylish, mid-thirties man. He was handsome and elegant, and polite, even if he was wearing his sunglasses indoors. "Timothy," she said, "Timothy Cimmerian."
Speculum opened the billfold, which was completely empty, and nodded. "Yes, that's what this name says here." He smiled. "Would you mind if I popped round and gave it to him?"
"Oh," said Ellen, "I can give it to him now, if you don't mind." She patted her receptionist desk, "Just put it here, and I'll phone him with the news."
"Absolutely," said Speculum, "That sounds excellent. Thank you."
"Thank you for your courtesy, rather, sir," said Ellen.
At that moment, the phone buzzed. Ellen scooted over to answer it, leaving Speculum alone. He quickly reached into his sportcoat's front pocket and brought out a scrap of paper and a pen, hastily scribbling a message. Ellen gave the name of the officer she'd forward the caller to as he hid his materials. He slipped it into the otherwise empty billfold as Ellen placed the handset back into the cradle.
"Sorry about that," she said, "Just our field officers reporting in."
"Not a problem, not at all," said Speculum with a gracious smile. "See that Mr. Cimmerian gets this, will you?"
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