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The death of Harry reignited the tension around the remaining detectives like nothing else could - there was now no doubt that a second Killer had begun something more hellish, more brutal than Damien's streak. He was after everyone. Or she. Y'know. Ambiguity~ The full report of Damien's activities and the recent events had been compiled through a joint effort from the team and as a result they sent Omar - the team's leader - away to a football game. They figured he'd earned a break, and after receiving word from him and the detectives' superiors that Faye and Harriet were to undergo one more investigatory trip, he went on his way. Iris, Destiny, Adrian and Saul were allowed to leave for the night and made their journeys home (OR DID THEY?~) |
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Harriet's mission was to check the local cemetery for any suspicious activity or messages left as taunts from the Killer, or Damien himself. Faye, meanwhile, had gone downtown to the library, which, although closed at this late hour, the owner had permitted her to use in order to trace down connections between Damien and any of the remaining detectives. Some of the tech. geeks down at the station had rerouted the police archives to an encrypted online source, since their research centre at the old HQ buildings were now toast.
Passing on her thanks to the caretaker, Faye entered the library and immediately booted up one of the PCs towards the back of the main room. She opened up an internet browser and immediately typed in the URL to the police's online database. Once logged in, she opened the folder named 'KNOX, D.' and got to work. She pulled up files on his immediate relatives and found that he only had a mother back in Toronto still alive - no siblings, no spouse and no children. She didn't really feel like pestering an eighty three year old woman across the border for potentially useless information but she jotted this down as a fallback option. Faye then pulled up criminal record files and found Damien to be completely clean. This didn't surprise her - he'd hardly have got into a US police force with a killing background, but she was hoping at least for something revealing like DUIs or a drug possession warning. Knox was totally innocent prior to this, so something in his personal life must have made him snap. |
A football game, me? :bored:
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My final moments are in a Library? :bored:
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Harriet first went to the tombstone of Kara's. Several of the deceased had not yet been buried, and one or two others were cremated, but the plots of Kara, Aiden, Joan and Robert were here. Harriet admired the beautiful calligraphy and engraving of Kara's headstone, where someone had written a little poem dedicated to her. Harriet found that quite sweet, but moved on since nothing had been left along the graveside apart from your usual flowers and candles. A couple of yards along she found Robert's plot, and here, too, nothing was unusual. She was beginning to feel the shivers when she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye.
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omg Harriet gurl keep yo shit together
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Faye opened up a school website and began aimlessly scouring photographs of classes that were over ten years old, in the hope of spotting someone she knew. Damien must have been in the class of 1995 or 1996, so she narrowed down her search criteria. Somewhere behind her she heard a door shutting, and since she had locked it, she assumed it was the library manager or a cleaner. "Just doing some police work!" she called, as she continued searching photographs for any faces she recognised.
"Aha!" she cried, as she spotted Damien in a baseball team photo that had been taken with the staff and cheerleading squad. "Wait...", she focused on another face, before a figure cupped her mouth with a wet rag and she passed out fairly instantly, leaving the Killer free to strike a well-placed, deep cut into Faye's neck with a switchblade. "Sticks in your throat," the Killer sang, before they logged out after deleting the search history, and made a hasty exit. |
After a brief scare with a tree branch (lol cliffhangers x), Harriet realised that it was hopeless - she couldn't find anything at the graves of Aiden or Joan other than a small white card that read "Omar, how your Faye girl go down like that?" She hailed a taxi.
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Marc :bawling: thank you for playing, you were a totes amaze detective :love:
Lee, Novo, LemonJam, Mollie, ukturtle and Doogle. Only five of you can make the final :evilgrin: Let's play Rushing Roulette. :evilgrin: |
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Bai
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Marc :bawling: R.I.P. you beautiful person
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Faye you were like a sister to me :bawling:
i'll be missin u x |
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Rushing Roulette ooh my giddy aunt
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I'm feeling loads of emotions after that traumatising experience
Maybe I should sit this out and get a free pass to the final? |
we need new page
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Sounds like a good task
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