Emi wasn't entirely sure what had happened. One moment she was out buying pudding snacks so she could find Ramza and make a new friend over pudding. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged off, accused of something or other and shoved into a room.
"The pudding is evidence." He commented idly. "The cause of death may or may not be poisoning. Tell me, miss...where were you on the night of the murder?"
She could be what people knew as a Black Widow..killing her prey before eating their pudding...
And the soap opera crying begins.. “Tell me, what do you know about Ema Jean.” Because, he certainly had no clue who the hell she was. Outside of the fact that she was Gracie’s imaginary friend on The Nanny .
/amps up the Soap Operaalpha_geminorumAugust 29 2009, 07:00:15 UTC
'You know where the station is'. It was a cold statement, but Shinjiro hadn't really been expecting hot from Dojima. Sure, it had been much longer for him than the cop - but those faint and warm memories of time shared together were just that. Memories. Likely brought on by the fantasy and delusion of whatever drugs he'd been taking at the time.
In this world, you could only trust the people you knew since childhood. It was impossible to think that any two people who met by happenstance could hit it off and have anything come of it.
He didn't knock, shoving the door open and going in.
Duh duh duuuuhdet_notathomeAugust 29 2009, 07:48:34 UTC
"I see that you came on your own. I didn't want to send Marmalade out after you." Truthfully, that would have ended poorly, but Ramza was on curfew lockdown and Katsuya was acting oddly. And Shana, he still wasn't sure who Shana really was, not that he didn't trust her.
"Have a seat, kid." He was all business, at least, for the same of Ema Jean's family.
Oh, and he had a few questions. "Where were you on the night of August 25th at seven pm." Though, really he didn't have any other real questions outside of that. There were too many things going on then just the murder. He had a department to run on top of it, and he was just tired of it all.
"And tell me the truth, I'll know if you're lying to me."
How anyone couldn't be suspicious of Joshua is beyond me. ;o;alnienteAugust 29 2009, 19:58:27 UTC
Bang seemed to go the idea of not messing with this world.
Joshua sat petitely in front of the police officer in front of him, very much the norm. The norm being the perfect picture of politeness. Normality. But of course nothing of the sort, not deep down. He smiled slightly at the officer, staying deathly silent. For now, at least -- purple voids giving the other more than a simple casual glance; instead a fixed stare, still with the his lips half curled into a smile.
Normally he wouldn't even entertain anything like this. But... Goodness, this man seemed high-strung enough to be entertaining at the very least.
I DONT KNOW.det_notathomeAugust 29 2009, 20:03:31 UTC
He was only high strung because his coffee was replaced with hot chocolate. Really, he just wanted to find out who the killer was before the killed again.
"And you said you were not even in the city at the time of the murder? Do you have any proof to this fact?" Hey, Joshua could be the killer who showed up randomly and plans on going Michael Meyers on everyone.
"I didn't say anything like that. And if I did, how could I prove I was away? Think about it. No tickets for this train journey. No identification. No record. There isn't any visas for entering this world. " Joshua asked, eyes glimmering just slightly as he leant back in his chair and moved his hand from his pocket, orange foma as always folded within a palm. He opened the device and casually glanced over it checking mail, before returning it to the pocket of his jeans. Too amusing. The man in front of him seemed to remind him of the star of some American murder mystery programme, but with less clues and more bags under his eyes
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"Hm. I don't know, probably start with locking you in prison for the rest of your life?" That would be a start, though the last murder case he investigated was a bit off kilter. more so than this one.
"Are you done being a patronizing brat?" Because, he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.
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"They took the pudding...."
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She could be what people knew as a Black Widow..killing her prey before eating their pudding...
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"Poisoning?! Murder?! I just wanted snacks! I bought those at Junes!!!" she panicked. "I didn't do anything!" and crying some too.
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In this world, you could only trust the people you knew since childhood. It was impossible to think that any two people who met by happenstance could hit it off and have anything come of it.
He didn't knock, shoving the door open and going in.
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"Have a seat, kid." He was all business, at least, for the same of Ema Jean's family.
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He didn't bother trying to say that he was innocent. He knew how this went. He waited for the questions.
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"And tell me the truth, I'll know if you're lying to me."
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Joshua sat petitely in front of the police officer in front of him, very much the norm. The norm being the perfect picture of politeness. Normality. But of course nothing of the sort, not deep down. He smiled slightly at the officer, staying deathly silent. For now, at least -- purple voids giving the other more than a simple casual glance; instead a fixed stare, still with the his lips half curled into a smile.
Normally he wouldn't even entertain anything like this. But... Goodness, this man seemed high-strung enough to be entertaining at the very least.
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"And you said you were not even in the city at the time of the murder? Do you have any proof to this fact?" Hey, Joshua could be the killer who showed up randomly and plans on going Michael Meyers on everyone.
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"Are you done being a patronizing brat?" Because, he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.
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