This thread is permanently archived
(Setting) Back Alley
| >and a centipede coiled around her arm
ok ok im sorry, no centipede again, time to sleep
| >The man leans back over and examines the corpse more. Aside from the two wounds, there appear to be no external wounds of any kind. No scars, scratches, or any kind of blemish. The man pulls out a pair of tweasers and pulls a single strand of hair off the shoulder of the girl.
"Blonde, not hers. Long. Likely the attacker."
>He places the hair in a small plastic bag and seals it, placing it in his pocket. He stands up and walks back to his cab, confident he found any available clue
| >>71772 (ooc: Dammit, that made me laugh)
> A sound of footstep resonates, as it echoes the close wall of the alley. A figure of a woman, unshrouded itself, revealing someone clad with formal office attire.
"So, this *was* the place.."
> Unaware or not, it wasn't clear what the intention of the woman. A crime scene that looked morbid looks more like a painting to her.
"Another murder; This city is running out of crime to do."
| "Rapidly gushing over that..."
> The woman pulls up a pen and paper, seemingly jotting down a long paragraph
"Such an exquisite piece for the journal either way. Glitch City, you are truly the best place for our next pages!"
> The woman mumbled in a tone crescendo, becoming louder as she quickly writes off more and more word into the paper.
| >A sudden whistle rings out next to the woman. A man in a black biker jacket who seems to have come out of nowhere stands here, looking at the corpse.
"What a scene, what a scene! I've never seen a murder so clean before!"
>The man stands up and looks at the woman
"Howdy miss! You didn't happen to see anything here, did ya?"
>The man has a professional look that clashes with his personality, his hair slicked back and well kept.
| > The woman glares at the man. She stopped writing, her hand in a pause.
"How much do you think a poet would know about the wars and the felling of kingdoms? None. We tell you. It's none."
> The woman radiates an unapproachable and aggressive atmosphere near her. Her hand still does not move as her gaze is transfixed to the man.
| "Haha, amazing! You're so cold to someone you just met!"
>The man steps back and bows, a parody of politeness coming from this strange person
"Name's Dallas, and don't worry, I don't think you had anything to do with this scene! But the person I'm after however..."
>The man eccentric man smiles
"There's no way he could resist this. So I'll ask again! Did you see anything here, miss?"
| >>71823
"We are simply writing off what you are seeing here: the unmistakably mysterious death of a lady."
> The woman puts down the pen and she folden the papers she held
"If we were the one that saw how it all went down, we would be the first to have it here; in our pages. Such fate is impossible even for us."
| "Although.."
> The woman kneels down to see the dead body in greater clarity
"Even for a man as ridiculous as you, you would know that these two wounds are.. how should we put it... peculiar."
| "I'm afraid you're misunderstanding, ma'am. I'm not asking about the crime, but about what came after."
>The man leans against the wall of the alley
"I'm looking for a man who, in all likelyhood, is going to be following this case. He's probably already been here, in fact."
>The man stops smiling, instead a look of contempt now creeps across his face.
"The man is worth a lot of money to me, and a lot to you if you saw anything. Understand now?"
| >>71846
"Finally, you wiped off that annoying smile from your face."
> The woman stands up, facing the man up front
"We are not an all-seeing eye. We came only because we were told to. If we saw a man here, we would write so in our pages."
> The woman turned her gaze upwards to the sky, looking at the darkness above before facing the man once more
"So, what more of a question do you want us to answer?"
| >The man smiles again
"That'll be all, miss. Enjoy your crime scene."
>The obnoxious man turns to leave but stops, turning back.
"If you do see anything though, in the future,"
>He pulls out and offers a business card
"Please, do give me a call."
| >>71856
> The woman grabs the business card, looking at it for a split second before her attention is directed to the man once more
"We wouldn't hesitate, though, if you're seeking a man following trails of blood.."
> A howling wind sounds the environment, the woman's gaze is immediately redirected to it
"Never mind. Go on with your night now, we only have so much time to marvel at this piece."
| >The card simply says "Dallas, Bounty Hunter" and lists a number. As ridiculous and simple as the man giving it out.
"Of course miss! I'll look forward to your call!"
>With that, the man turns and leaves, not nearly as silently as he appeared.
| > After the man had disappeared to the darkness once more, the woman was left to her devices.
"What a ludicrously annoying fellow."
> She read the business card yet again, simply to get a better glimpse at it
"Bounty hunter. No wonder."
> She stuffs the card to her backpocket. Pulling out her phone this time, she opened the forum she frequents in and noticed one oddly titled post in it.
"That makes sense now, of course."
> With one hand, she types out a response to the thread
| > The woman walks away after finishing off her response, deciding that it might be best to step away from the lifeless body now.
"Sorry we couldn't stay here for long; staying alive is our priority over anything else — as much as it saddens us, we will have to leave."
> There was no response, the woman had been talking to the dead body without minding a thing. She continues her stroll, exiting the dark alley.
This thread is permanently archived
| > The back alley is nearly empty, devoid of any kind of movement save for the trash being moved lightly by the breeze. A small flash occurs and a man stands up from behind a nearby dumpster with a cigarette in his mouth. The man mumbles quietly while he smokes.
"Poor kid..."
>At his feet lies the body of a young girl, maybe 15 or 16 years old, with black hair and pale skin. On her neck are two puncture wounds. The crime scene is devoid of blood.