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I'm not saying playing safe is a bad thing it got you to the final, but others did more to earn my vote. :tongue: |
gonna bring this forward to 8
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I'm working at 8 but I'll try to get online :)
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Evening all...
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:amazed:
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why hello Shaun how're you
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before I reveal the results of all the voting, here's a nice little ending~
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Hello
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Oh lovely stuff
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Exciting, good luck Novo, Lee, James and Mollie. :D
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oh yeah GOOD LUCK ERRONE
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oh we'll also find out the killer in this lol so y'know
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Two days after the body of Faye was discovered by a rather mortified librarian, things had taken even more chilling twists and turns for the remaining six detectives. Increasingly suspicious of each other and eager to increase surveillance in some form, they'd adopted some level of in-rivalry and paranoia. The whole thing troubled Saul and Iris, who'd rather approached the entire investigation with open minds. For a second day now, Omar had failed to attend meetings and help with the investigation. No one had heard from him via text, and the other five grew a little worried. Adrian, on the way with the other four to Omar's apartment in the city, joked that maybe he'd been pissed off by his team's loss at the football game, but this joke fell a little flat given the knowing dread that they'd all come to accept by now. Once there, Saul rang the buzzer and, rather predictably, got no reply. After three more buzzes, a disgruntled old woman stormed out of the front door and swatted away Saul's fingers before he could ring it again. "What do you want you silly man?" Niamh barked. "Excuse us, ma'am, we're investigating the deaths of three police officers," Harriet showed her police I.D. whilst the others flashed theirs briefly, "and we believe that one of our colleagues - a Mr. Omar Fawzi - lives in this building?" "Oh, yes, he does," Niamh stuttered, a little calmer and graver now. "Come in. I'm his landlady - Niamh Willyumson. I've been meaning to speak to him actually, he's messed up the recycling again y'see," she ranted off at Iris, whilst the rest barely contained their disinterest. Niamh showed them his apartment - number 4 - and after Saul knocked three times she consented for them to barge the door down. On the count of three, Adrian and Saul agreed to run into it with their shoulders - but before the door could hit the floor, Niamh let out a scream. |
Ohmar :(
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A toppled stool under the hanging body of Omar initially told the detectives that this was a suicide - but their experience with mismatched evidence taught them not to go with first impressions.
"Maybe it was guilt," Harriet suggested. "No way - this has got to be a murder, made to look like suicide." Adrian interrupted, as an intense debate broke out between them. "Every other killin' has been brutal as hell," Destiny interjected, "so why let him hang?" "Don't you think you people should investigate the apartment?" Niamh snapped again, as she was consoled by Iris and visibly shaken. Her words rang true with the other detectives, whose feuding and friendships, and mutual benefit systems had clouded their judgment. Iris could see this, but she could also see a stiff, blue body in front of her. Looking deathly pale, she asked to be excused and went outside for fresh air. Once outside, she paced the streets and tried to gain control of the situation. Meanwhile, inside the other four were observing that Omar had been hung from a light fitting in the hallway. The stool certainly looked sturdy enough to support his weight until he kicked it from under him, but of course they didn't write it off as a red herring. "Check the front room, see if there's a note," Saul instructed Adrian, before telling Destiny to look around for windows to see if anyone had forced entry. Harriet and Saul continued to take notes on the condition of Omar's corpse, after calling for a coroner and forensics. They observed that he'd been hung there for more than 24 hours - this much was obvious by the purple discolouring of the skin around his neck - but also observed no bruises, no cuts or scars from any sign of a struggle with any assailant. "Come here!" Adrian beckoned, reading aloud from a notepad found on the kitchen worktops. "Optanda mors est, sine metu mortis mori," he read, coming to an abrupt halt. "So... anyone know latin?" Harriet asked. "That's his handwriting alright," Destiny nodded, as they were stumped again. |
where you off to then Mollie? :suspect:
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Weeks passed and Damien was found guilty without mercy. Sentenced to life imprisonment, he took up resident in the city jail shortly after - and he was surprised to find a letter the very first morning he awoke in his cell.
"I just want you to know who I am". |
It was quite clearly suicide
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I don't get this. Who was the killer
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What a very nice message for Damien
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if that last line isn't a dead giveaway idk what else is :hugesmile: and now for the last bit...
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think it deserves a new page though
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I'm still clueless as to who it really is :joker:
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don't you agree
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