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 Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:39 pm
The gentle breeze that moved through over the land was all that was needed to make the perfect night. The moon was out; the town had started to fall asleep, and this was the time to be out doing field work. Or so it was for Mr. L.
He made his way down a street lazily, whistling as he walked through the quiet streets of Aerr. He was the only making noise with his whistling which rose and feel in pitch as he walked.
L had gotten a recent case that was pretty vague, some dead things turned up and they wanted him to look into it. Since he didn't have anything better to do and it was a good distance from his small fenced in property he took it.
As he walked he did however stay on his guard making sure not to walk up on the wrong thing. His black mask hiding where his eyes were looking.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:11 pm
Unbeknown to Mr. L, he was not the only one out walking the streets this seemingly wonderful night. A killer was on the loose and his crimson orbs were fixated on the other man as he watched him from the shadowed hiding spot he claimed. Beads of sweat mixed with drops of blood that had sprayed across his pale skin during his latest kill and dance along his body in a morbid waltz. The last thing he wanted right now was to be found out. While he’d lived in the area for a little over two years now, there was still much that he didn’t know about the area and the law of the people.
For now he would taking to his observations and see what he could find out.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:27 pm
The silence and the area wasn't much to raise L's alarms. Finally he gave a sigh as he walked past a homeless person sitting out on the street. After all this was the great capital of the world with the portal and still people didn't have homes. Although the warm desert night wasn't too bad.
As he started to walk past an ally his foot stepped into something wet. He looked down at it silently as he knelt down to study it. It was still warm. His head slowly turned to look toward the darkened ally and started to walk into it following the trail of blood.
"What do we have here?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 4:14 pm
At the end of the trail of blood was a gruesome sight. Before him was a carcass of a Snapper hound laying on its back. Starting at the collar bone and ending just above the animals groin was a perfect T incision. While the internal organs were for the most part intact, it was clear that whoever did this had been poking and prodding around because it looked as if some of the organs had been pulled out further while others had been pushed back. The only thing that was missing was a fang from its jaw. Clearly it had been pulled. Aside from the pool of blood that it lay in there was nothing else to be found. No foot prints, finger prints or anything. Clearly the one responsible was skilled in their profession and knew what mistakes not to make.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 4:32 pm
The sight of the scene didn't bother L, he seen much worse over his few years. He didn't touch the body as he looked it over. Slowly circling it to keep it as 'pure' as he could.
"Bad boy, what are you doing in the city?" He said to it as he looked over the organs. Surgically removed. "Your much to big to get in unnoticed...you must of been let in. Also your missing a tooth boy." He said leaning down and running his gloved finger into the hole. "Well, no dental check up." He said standing up with a sigh.
As he looked over the large specimen he shook his head. "Whatever put you down had to be a monster. Even a few guards have an issue putting you down." He said turning around and walking out the ally and looking around. No clues were going to be found here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 10:46 am
Pale lips curled into a cheshire grin before the figure stood from his hiding spot. He was in the mood to be chased but he was smart enough not to allow his face to be seen. He couldn't get his better half into any trouble just yet. The moment he sped out from the shadows, he made sure to kick over a trash can to gain the attention of L. With a great deal of speed, he made a dash down the alleyway, a maniacal laugh leaving his lips and dancing in the cool nights air.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 10:55 am
The scene that L had witnessed was a strange one at best. A snapper hound in the middle of Aerr was certainly a major issue by it's self but the removed organs was another. He suddenly felt like he was being watched, that's when he spotted the large figure. The darkness hid his face but not the muscle or size of him.
L slowly turned his body to face the strange man holding his spot. As he heard the man kick over the trashcan and run L quickly sped after him in a sprint.
He turned his head as if he was making a motion to where a person or reader might be. "You know, I think he's a supscious character. Or maybe he's a good guy that looks like a bad guy!" He said as he turned his attenction back to the chase at hand. Mr. L had by all standards a few screws lose.
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