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Post by amstard on Mar 7, 2010 21:24:19 GMT -5
"Figures," Murphy mumbled to himself. "Always with the acrobatics." He then boosted himself up into the air conditioning vent, looking for whoever it was who just went through.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 8, 2010 1:07:39 GMT -5
Renee knelt next to the victim still, surveying his injuries. "Back of the vic's head is gone... shot point-blank, bullet came in at the forehead and exited through the back. The impalement's post-mortem. Man was dead before he hit the ground... we'll have to hunt to find the bullet." She tilted her head, looking to Houston. "I remember you, Jack. You were with Vice last time we talked, though, I believe... glad to see you moving up in the world. You make Maggie's team yet?" Major Crimes being on this would be a godsend...
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Post by Myridd on Mar 8, 2010 17:11:00 GMT -5
The Stage
Jack Houston was checking out the backdrop, and it took him a moment to respond to Renee. "Hm? Oh yeah. I worked myself into her ranks. She's got a good mind on her. Reminds me of you. But, hey, notice anything odd about the backdrop? and the stage for that matter?" He waves his hand indicating the painted scenery. "No blood splatter. No bits of flesh. I don't think this is the scene of the crime."
The Airduct
Mr. Murphy crawled into the air duct, he found it to be dark and dank and quite empty. He paused for a moment, perhaps contemplating crawling out of the air duct, when he saw a ghost-like hand beckon him forward. Feeling it was the right thing to do, he followed the hand's beckoning through many twists and turns until he was quite sure they were no longer in the theater. Than he came to a steel ladder going down.
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Post by amstard on Mar 8, 2010 17:27:17 GMT -5
Murphy headed down the ladder, landing in a quick roll and coming to his feet, hoping to keep from being taken off guard.
He looked around quickly. Who had led him here?
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Post by Myridd on Mar 8, 2010 17:54:25 GMT -5
The Steel Staircase
The steel staircase led down into a rather creepy room. It was a makeshift plywood room, barely ten feet by ten feet, with an air mattress crammed into the corner. Every inch of the walls were covered in newspaper clippings and candid photos of the actresses mentioned in the newspaper clippings. All pretty ladies, and according to the clippings, all were missing for various reasons. Carmella Delight, famous for her opera quality voice and seductive glances. Dahlia Valentine, famous for playing the villaness that everyone fell for, Greta Granduer with long black tresses. All famous enough that their disappearances Murphy had heard about.
Carmella had gone missing ten years ago, supposedly ran off with a fellow actor from one of her plays named Devon. Dahlia had supposedly commited suicide seven years ago, broken hearted that she did not receive the lead in an opera. And Greta had supposedly moved to Sweden to recover from a drug addiction four years ago.
Plastered on the walls were also pictures of a Lucy Dent, recently taken on the stage name 'Lucy Lamour'. One vivid close up of Lucy had the words Lucy, my luv. written in a red sharpie.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 8, 2010 18:22:59 GMT -5
The Stage
Renee stood. "Barely had time to finish surveying the vic before you got here. I'll leave things here in your expert care." She tipped her hat to Houston, then to Gordon, before making her way backstage. Fine night to be caught without pants. Don't even have anything to change into... and I'll be climbing rafters or crawling in tunnels or fencing cultists before the night's done.
With that, she started poking about backstage. Houston's right in that the stage wasn't the real scene. Raises the question... what was?
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Post by Myridd on Mar 8, 2010 22:24:20 GMT -5
Backstage
On her way backstage, Renee Montoya felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew this grip. It was Harvey Dent, and he seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"I thought you might want these." He said softly, as to not call attention to himself from the semi-shadows he thought he was hiding in. Truth be told, people were walking around, staring at the two-faced man carrying a pair of women's trousers hanging off of a wire hanger.
"Your friend went up there." He pointed at the misplaced air duct cover. " I want Lucy found. Alive. By morning."
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amstard
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Post by amstard on Mar 8, 2010 23:21:03 GMT -5
<<Ah, crap. Definitely a psychopath here.>> thought Murphy, taking stock of his situation. He looked around the room for any signs that someone had been brought here, possibly against her will, and he spotted the wooden mannequins on the shelf; there were four, and three had opera dresses and wigs. The fourth was empty, just waiting for the owner of it's dress to...well, to not need it anymore.
Again, <<Ah, crap.>>
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 8, 2010 23:35:32 GMT -5
Backstage
Renee nodded to Harvey. He's doing his best. Of course... he'll likely kill me if I don't find the girl, and he does know where I live. But he's doing his best. "Thank you, Harvey."
With that, she slipped off to a hidden place, pulling a capsule from her handbag. Squeezing it, she released a cloud of beta gas, concealing her form more completely. When she stepped out of the gas, she was changed - wearing the pants, her coat and hat now a deep blue, her face covered in her faceless mask. Without a word to anyone she passed, she made her way to the place indicated by Two-Face, moving to locate her companion.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 9, 2010 16:50:34 GMT -5
The Creepy Secret Room
It did not take Renee long to find the creepy secret room that Mr. Murphy was currently in terrified awe of.
Her companion was near the wall, staring at a shelf with what looked like dolls lined up in a row. Of course, Renee would first notice the newspaper clippings and photos.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 9, 2010 19:41:20 GMT -5
The Theater
The Question dropped into the room behind Murphy, her faceless gaze sweeping the room before she moved to survey the newspaper clippings. "Valentine. Grandeur. Delight. Missing actresses, all of them quite well-known." She tapped her ear. "Tot. When you get a moment, I need you to find links between Carmella Delight, Greta Grandeur, and Dahlia Valentine. I've got more to look into here, so no rush on that information." She pulled her hand away from her earpiece before making her way to the dolls. "Psychopath, obsessed with beautiful actresses. Common enough obsession; rare to see it acted out, though. The question then becomes... is this a serial, a copycat, or a conspiracy theorist?"
She rose to her feet, grimacing at something. "Pants don't fit right. These are standing-about pants." She continued her survey of the room, kneeling down to tap at the wooden floor. "Is this how the room was when you found it?"
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Post by Myridd on Mar 10, 2010 14:54:53 GMT -5
The Theater
Tot got back to Renee quicker than she had expected. "Oh yeah, the opera ladies right? Give me a moment. . . " She could hear the clicking of keys as he rapidly typed. ". . . yeah, just what I thought. They worked for different agencies when they got famous, but they all were scouted by a man named Stev Smiley. However, all three of them fired him for the same reason. He was crazy. Apparently he was convinced that each one of these ladies was being possessed by his late wife or some other nonsense. Sounds a bit nutters to be, but there are no reports of contact between Smiley and any of the ladies after he was cut off their payroll."
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 10, 2010 15:15:18 GMT -5
Theater
Question nodded to the voice in her ear. "Got it, Tot. See if you can find a last known on Smiley; I'll continue the investigation here." She rose to her feet. "Mr. Date, could you collect those newspaper clippings? I'd like to look them over in more depth. And... you don't happen to have any sort of super-tracking power, do you?" She tilted her head, her sudden small smile hidden by her mask. "Renee Montoya, also known as the Question."
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Post by amstard on Mar 11, 2010 0:41:23 GMT -5
Renee, aka the Question, finally snapped out of his near-trance. He shook his head, coming back to himself, and said, "Oh...oh! Umm...no, no kind of super-tracking power. Nor a creepy psychopath sensor, unfortunately."
Murphy started picking up newspapers, and looked around for something to put them in. "I've heard of you, obviously...I'm Mr. Murphy. Not nearly as famous as the great Question, but I get around." He cocked his head. "Surprised to find out that the Question is actually a pretty cute girl underneath the faceless-thing."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 11, 2010 11:20:52 GMT -5
Creepy Psychopath room
tap. . .tap. . tap. . thud
As Question continues to tap on the floor, she notices a distinctive sound change. A few more minutes of searching the floor, she discovers a small latch that seems to unlock a secret door.
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