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 Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:12 am
[ єммα ѕσƒια ρєяяу ] Tears trickled down her smooth face. Emma clenched her fists and stormed up to her room. Took out a pair of scissors and chopped off her hair all the way to her shoulders. Approximately 5 in. was cut off. Still furious, she grabbed two suitcases and a backpack and shoved all her prized possessions and clothing that was necessary. In the end, both luggages were bloated and the backpack itself looked like it was obese. Her dog Biscuit clawed at her feet. " It's okay Biscuit, you can come with me.." She cooed. Emma scooped him up. " For all we know, the murderer is going to kill me next. " she sniffed. Emma's parents died when she was young. Her servants took care of her. But now. She was ditching her lovely life to protect herself & her precious dog.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:21 am
[ єммα ѕσƒια ρєяяу ] Emma threw on a different outfit and placed a matching hat on her head. Preventing suspicion. She then threw her backpack on and clutch her remaining luggage while her dog Biscuit trailed behind her totally confused. She gave a bidding fairwell to her servants thanking them for putting up with her all these years. She made up a lie, preventing them from knowing the truth. She told them she was flying to Rome taking up courses at the highschool there to become a fashion designer. Instead of calling for the home limo she called a cab. The cab drove her all the way to the smallest city, Kettle Corn. There she went up to the PTA building with her belongs in hand. She walked right into the front door and was greeted by a boy her age.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:24 am
- α∂αм нαу∂єη ωιℓℓιαмѕ -Detective ωιℓℓιαмѕ "Hello Miss, Welcome to Parent Teacher Association. But I must recall..you don't look like a parent nor a teacher.." He greeted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:25 am
[ єммα ѕσƒια ρєяяу ] Emma glanced around the building. Luckily nobody was in the room except the receptionist. Which she suspected was working for the detective agency as well. She moved over to the vacant corner then spoke in a soft tone. " No, I'm not a parent nor a teacher. Am I really that old? Goodness! "
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:52 am
- α∂αм нαу∂єη ωιℓℓιαмѕ -Detective ωιℓℓιαмѕ "Noo, of course not!" he smiled wryly.
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you are the only ten i see!" He smirked.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:26 pm
[ єммα ѕσƒια ρєяяу ] "Are you picking me up? " she asked disgusted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:29 pm
- α∂αм нαу∂єη ωιℓℓιαмѕ -Detective ωιℓℓιαмѕ "I'm making it kind of obvious aren't I?" He stated plainly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 1:33 pm
[ єммα ѕσƒια ρєяяу ] "Well its not working with me, so get over it." She said sourly placing both hands on her hips. In the meantime. Biscuit ran over to the brown-haired beauty and bit him right on the leg.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 1:34 pm
- α∂αм нαу∂єη ωιℓℓιαмѕ -Detective ωιℓℓιαмѕ "Fiesty..I like fiesty.." he smirked. Just that minute the miniture dog leaped across the room and planted it's teeth right into his leg. " YOOUCH. " he winced. " CONTROL THIS DOG OF YOURS." he demanded.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 1:38 pm
[ єммα ѕσƒια ρєяяу ] "Come'ere Biscuit. Come'ere girrl!" Emma cooed. She petted the little puppies soft coat of fur. "Anyway. I'm looking fo the Boss of the Detective Agency PTA she whispered.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 5:39 pm
Arron Rand Fayville  Arron stepped out of the woods along the side of the bank and gave a soft cough to signify his presence. Across from him, the boss was kneeling by the stream with her hands wrapped around a knife.
His eyes strayed to the knife and then back up to meet the boss' eyes. "Seems that some poor girl was murdered tonight, boss. Everyone is panicking and no one seems to know how the killer his." He smiled slightly. "Isn't that horrible?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:59 pm
 Dαηeℓℓe Corηαvicκ °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Danelle, beautiful Danelle, stood far off from the crime scene, where the yellow tape markers were aligned, the shadows lined across her pale skin. "How..." was the only word she whispers across the silent night as she approached the crime scene. but she came to an immediate stop, feet from where it happened, and her hair danced in the wind, catching as the breeze whispers across her cheeks. She pictured a body...a pale female body with eyes as depth-less as the sea, her body outstretched limply in an uncomfortable position. Danelle's eyes closed for a moment, as she thought to herself. What have I gotten myself into? were the words that made her eyes flutter open quickly before she pushed her fears of seeing a non-living body, and strode gracefully to the scene.
The sound of sirens were now loud and high-pitched in her iced ears. Then she saw the body on the stretcher pass her, shivers peeked up her spine until it reached her physically, making her shiver violently once. Then, she gazed upon the dead female. Annabelle Williams. A tear tried to rip away her always stern expression on her face. But she just shook her head and wiped her eyes, turning from the female, hearing a few male voices shouting at her to step away. She sighs quietly, stepping away from the ambulance. || ^^ Sorry for the long one. It's a starter. I'll make my next one shorter.||
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 4:26 pm
 «« мαℓαяια »»◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯Malaria turned slightly to gaze up at her second-in-command, who stood only a few feet from the banks itself. Plucking the gleaming blade from the stream, she dried it on the satiny turf that lay before her. "I suppose not, but if those dumbass detectives haven't identified the cause of the girl's untimely fatality, they never will." she murmured, carrying the dagger up to the camp-house. She tugged on the tattered screen door, laying the blade on the table. As for herself, she settled herself on one of the badly worn, threadbare couches.◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯◯
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:34 pm
Arron Rand Fayville Arron shrugged slightly, nimbly making his way across the stream to the opposite side. Following the boss inside the cabin, he tossed a small alcohol wipe on the table. "I brought that just in case you didn't wear gloves...or things got a bit messy."
He grinned crookedly. "It would probably be a good idea to stay away from this area for a few days. Maybe after things have settled, we can see if anyone's managed to learn anything."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:24 am
Dαηeℓℓe Corηαvicκ °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° As Danelle steps from the ambulance with the lights flashing in her eyes. She stumbled back into the forest with a harsh groan. She covered her eyes and tried to forget seeing the limp body being sent through the Ambulance to the hospital...or worse...the funeral home to be inspected. The hand that lay on her eyes moved to her mouth to make her horrible sobs turn into quiet cries through the night.
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