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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 16, 2008 0:35:28 GMT -5
Gerald sighs, pulling the keys from his pocket, and put them in the door. He was wearing a hooded jacket- he had yet to remove the two-face makeup (though he had definitely took out those annoying pins keeping his lips contorted), and he didn't want to stir any commotion in the neighborhood.
"Oh, that's right," he muttered. "Most of'em are dead, anyway."
He opens the front door, walking straight from the living room into the kitchen, stepping over the corpse of his brother in the process.
He could see the article in the newspapers now- "Local Actor Goes Nuts: Kills Family and Neighbors". He just had to keep up the act of being insane when he finally got caught- he knew it was bound to happen... but hey, if that clown could pull the wool over everyone's eyes...
He shakes his head, beginning to wash the makeup off of his face. He made it look random, but he had ensured to kill the nosiest neighbor first- old Mrs. Hucklebee, who would have been sure to peek into a window and see corpses. He couldn't get caught -too- soon, after all. Then he had made sure to go in and quietly kill a few more people in the neighborhood. Make it really look random.
Of course, the school buses would be arriving in half an hour... he definitely had to be out of the area by the time the kids came home to see their moms' heads beaten in with a hammer.
Finishing with the makeup, he shouldered the bag with his share of the money from the bank robbery, and grabbed a few more items, before leaving for the Gotham Slums.
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Post by Michael Sakai on Jan 17, 2008 0:25:30 GMT -5
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Michael thanked Detective Finger and walked up the driveway. He stopped and took some pictures of the outside of the house. He pushed open the door with his foot and lifted the police tape and stepped into the house.
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 17, 2008 1:30:07 GMT -5
((OOC note: Naturally, my character isn't there. Just describing what Micheal would be running into here.))
Naturally, the bodies here had already been removed- there was still blood on the wall next to a chalk out-line of a body that appeared to have slumped into the corner. From where he stood at the entrance, he would be able to see slightly into the kitchen, a little bit of another chalk outline visible in the entryway.
Other than that, there was a hall that led into two bedrooms, but Michael would not be able to see into them from there.
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Post by Michael Sakai on Jan 17, 2008 5:06:04 GMT -5
He took some pictures of the room, then he hanged the camera around his neck and moved further into the room, so he had a better view of the kitchen.
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 17, 2008 5:16:06 GMT -5
As he moved to get a better view, he would be able to see the kitchen sink. There was something in the sink- it looked like a nasty-colored, watered-down putty- the kind used for facial scaring in movies, or even some top-of-the-line Halloween costumes. Whether or not Michael was able to recognize it as such, didn't really matter, as his job was to report the incident, not thoroughly investigate possible evidence.
As he moved, he would also get a better view down the hall, where the two bedroom doors were open.
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Post by Michael Sakai on Jan 17, 2008 5:26:12 GMT -5
He moved closer to take a picture of the kitchen, that was when he noticed something in the sink. He couldn't really see what it was, but he took a picture of it anyway, thinking it might be a good picture to put in the article. He returned to the other room, heading further down the hall. It was better to have a lot of pictures.
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 17, 2008 5:30:12 GMT -5
The two bedrooms were directly across each other- the door to the right was well-lit and seemed fairly organized from the entry way, while the other room looked dis-shelved and dimly lit.
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Post by Michael Sakai on Jan 17, 2008 5:47:43 GMT -5
He entered the room to the right, and took some pictures there. His film had ran out. He took out another one and changed films. He also put on the flash on the camera and headed for the other room.
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 17, 2008 5:57:00 GMT -5
When he entered the room on the right, he would see two chalk outlines, and a little blood on the walls and floor- but otherwise, not much out of place.
The room on the left, however, was a nightmare.
The first thing the reporter would notice is that one of the hinges had been knocked from the frame, and there was a huge indention in the door- it looked as if someone had kicked the door open from the inside.
There weren't any chalk-lines or blood in this room, thank God- because this was apparently where the guy had lost it. There was a computer monitor smashed open on the desk, and profanities and senseless phrases were scribbled all over the walls with a big, black marker.
Books were scattered everywhere- in the dim light, Michael would only be able to make out a few titles: "The Actor's Field Guide" , "Making it Big on Broadway", and a few biographies of famous actors to name a few. Some of the books even had pages ripped out of them and scattered.
Naturally, the hard drive had been removed from the computer as evidence, but with the shape the CPU tower was in, there was no telling if the hard drive would have been intact anyway. It looked like it, as well as many other things in the room, had a baseball bat taken to it.
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Post by Michael Sakai on Jan 17, 2008 6:05:09 GMT -5
Michael looked at the scene.
'The guy must have really lost it' he thought to himself as he took pictures of the walls and the rest of the rooms.
He headed back towards the living room.
'There has to be enough pictures now. I'll have to head back anyways before it's too late. There's a day tomorrow too.'
Michael lifted the police tape, closed the door and headed for his car.
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