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Post by Paris Eins on Aug 19, 2016 1:47:15 GMT
[attr="class","otl"] [attr="class","otlimg"] [attr="class","otllyrics"]Ever since I was a child I've turned it over in my mind I sang by that piano tore my yellow dress and Cried and cried and cried and I don't wanna see what I've seen, To undo what has been done, Turn off all the lights Let the morning come, Now there's green light in my eyes And my lover on my mind, I'll sing from the piano tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you, On this champagne drunken hope Against the current, all alone Everybody see I love him Cause it's a feeling that you get When the afternoon is set On a bridge into the city [attr="class","otllyric"]I don't wanna see what I've seen [attr="class","otlbody"]Ah…before the couple stood a door belonging to one Ms. Nakazawa. With close familial ties to the Academy, what was she hiding? Was she…in on the coverup that Hope’s Peak had enacted? Justice had to be served, and the truth needed to bring this wretched story arc to a close. For one of the students of the Academy…for one of their…their friends…it was all coming to an end. It needed to just end already.
“L-Lucca…” The words lingered, but the sentiment didn’t continue. Without another word, the Librarian opened the door and walked unsteadily into the room.
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SHSL Bacon
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Post by Bacon M on Aug 19, 2016 1:49:15 GMT
When you enter the Film Director’s room, it’s an organized mess. There’s a lot of things and looks like there’s some sort of order to it, but you probably shouldn’t dwell on how she organizes her things. Perhaps you could take a look in that book laying on her desk, closed. Then again, evidence isn’t usually laying out in the open right? Maybe you should take a look at that stack of papers on her bed. Perhaps you could take a look at that camera over there. |
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Post by Lucca Bello on Aug 19, 2016 11:15:33 GMT
This was it, the last place Paris and Lucca had to look. Mariko's room. Maybe this would be the place where all the evidence they found would finally come together and show who did it. But then again, probably not. But there's no doubt that looking here would help.
When Paris opened the door, Lucca walked in cautiously, not knowing if Mariko was hiding in there, or if she had set up some sort of trap or something. Knowing some people at this school, it wouldn't really surprise him. After making sure it was safe, Lucca moved towards the camera that he saw. Mariko was the Ultimate Film Director after all, so it would only make sense for her to keep important things on her camera.
After examining the camera, Lucca shifted his focus to the papers that were left on Mariko's bed. Maybe there was something there? Though why would she just leave incriminating evidence out on her bed like that?
Finally Lucca examined the book on Mariko's desk. Now sure this wasn't a "Murdering for Dummies" book, but it didn't hurt to check just in case there was something strange in it.
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SHSL Librarian
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Post by Paris Eins on Aug 20, 2016 3:44:13 GMT
[attr="class","otl"] [attr="class","otlimg"] [attr="class","otllyrics"]Ever since I was a child I've turned it over in my mind I sang by that piano tore my yellow dress and Cried and cried and cried and I don't wanna see what I've seen, To undo what has been done, Turn off all the lights Let the morning come, Now there's green light in my eyes And my lover on my mind, I'll sing from the piano tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you, On this champagne drunken hope Against the current, all alone Everybody see I love him Cause it's a feeling that you get When the afternoon is set On a bridge into the city [attr="class","otllyric"]I don't wanna see what I've seen [attr="class","otlbody"]This was it. Illuminativille, first stop...Ms. Nakazawa. Paris had always known the girl had less than wholesome intentions...after all, do good Samaritans get banned from the library? No, there had to be something else to her--something dark. The Librarian knew they had to become a candle, vanquishing all those who stood in the path to truth and a fulfilled plot.
So with less apprehension than Angie's room...Paris strode into the room after Lucca, snatching the camera roughly. After inspecting it thoroughly, they snuck it into their hoodie. What if it was secretly recording? The conspiracy of the school staff would end here...so all precautions were in order. Eins had heard a couple snaps as they manhandled the camera, but did it truly matter? In the grand scheme, perhaps it would absolve the Director.
Next were...the suspicious papers. What did they mean? Could they be...the beginnings of a murder most foul?! Was it a crudely drawn diagram like that of a poorly orchestrated, cliche murder mystery? Or...hm. After reading through the papers and photographing them for evidence, Paris tore the papers to shreds, stuffing those in their pockets as well. That's what the FBI did to sensitive information, after all!
Only one thing left to check, as the narrator had so kindly read in Paris' head. The book. Could it be..."And Then There Were None"?! Whatever it was, the Librarian had to scan it. Into their pockets it went...and without a word to Lucca, Paris absconded the room with a huff.
Now...it was time for business. To live, to die, to fall like Caesar as his peers pierced his weeping heart...oh, how painful it would be.
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