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griefstreet2022-06-05 12:00 pm
thedirectors) wrote in griefstreet2022-06-05 12:00 pm
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A MEETING OF MINDS
With clues and information in hand, you gather in the lounge room on the second floor of the Lionheart estate. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows against the deep red walls and intricately woven carpet. Plush chairs and chaise lounges are scattered around, inviting you to take a seat. In the corner of the room is a tall grandfather clock, tick tick tick-ing the seconds away as you sit. A rotary phone sits dormant on a small serving table, waiting for someone to pick it up and call the police.
There's now the matter of the dead man and who killed him--and, surely, it must be one of your number who did the deed, as you were the last group of people to interact with him. This looks bad for everyone. The police would have a field day with this. Everyone's a suspect, and unless you want to walk out of here in handcuffs, you better make sure you pin the true culprit.
Better start talking--you don't want to be the one accused of murder, now do you?
This part of the murder mystery is a freeform discussion of the evidence and potential theories on whodunnit. Feel free to interject in other people's threads, accuse people, lie, cheat...whatever it takes to get the truth. You're free to also come up with whatever props one could realistically find in a lounge room. If you want to ask for any mod clarification, feel free to request it in your comment title! We'll get to it as soon as possible.
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There's now the matter of the dead man and who killed him--and, surely, it must be one of your number who did the deed, as you were the last group of people to interact with him. This looks bad for everyone. The police would have a field day with this. Everyone's a suspect, and unless you want to walk out of here in handcuffs, you better make sure you pin the true culprit.
Better start talking--you don't want to be the one accused of murder, now do you?
This part of the murder mystery is a freeform discussion of the evidence and potential theories on whodunnit. Feel free to interject in other people's threads, accuse people, lie, cheat...whatever it takes to get the truth. You're free to also come up with whatever props one could realistically find in a lounge room. If you want to ask for any mod clarification, feel free to request it in your comment title! We'll get to it as soon as possible.
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[He nods, looking thoughtful.]
Very helpful, ol' chum.
[He moves in to pat Michael on the back--though, it's more than likely Michael won't tolerate this. It's alarming how much this guy doesn't care about Michael's apparent animosity towards him.]
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He twists around, grabbing Constantine by the wrist and yanking his hand away from him, temporarily restraining it. Michael's grip is like iron- not painful, yet, but it wouldn't take much effort.
His eyes are fully shadowed behind the mask, but his intent should be clear.]
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[Even though Constantine isn't being restrained too roughly, he still gets caught off guard. He twists and writhes, but it's no use--the man's grip is like a vice.]
Oi, lemme go, you big brute!
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He takes a step back and returns to a more neutral posture, no longer even looking at Constantine- as if he's already forgotten he exists.]
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Bloody hell--goddamn psychopath, that guy is....