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Post by Nana Shimedzu on Aug 3, 2017 19:50:41 GMT -5
The back yard wasn’t the easiest place to look for signs of wrong doings, one wouldn’t think. Yards were big and open and there were a lot of teeny tiny little hideaway spaces someone could shove something into if they really wanted to hide something for later use. (Err, not that she was speaking from experience, mind you.) Rooms were generally smaller and could be checked off as empty a lot easier. So why, exactly was this group of ace detectives checking the back yard, especially when the body was found inside on the second floor?
To be honest, Nana didn’t have an answer. Maybe it was just to try and avoid the noise from all of the others as they went off on their own investigations, and as the violinist stretched out, trying to keep a mental clock on how much time had past since they had started the investigations in the first place, there was only one thing she could think at a time like this.
Thank god she wasn’t in charge of mowing this lawn.
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Aug 3, 2017 22:58:10 GMT -5
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❛how much credit do you give a musician's intuition?
Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] Weren't musicians trained to be mechanical beings, playing note after note in pitch-perfect tempo? It sounded pretty dreadful, didn't it? This lack of space for anything creative at all. Submitting yourself as a slave, praising the work of people long since dead - stage musicians worked this way, didn't they? The ones who go on those competitions with other budding musicians, a stage in front of judges who search for the greatest human metronome.
"Do you compose?" asked Caelie, walking alongside Nana. "And how much do you think intuition plays a role in your talent?"
While Caelie didn't place 'feelings' on much of a high pedestal, she begrudgingly admits that sometimes... people do display a heightened sort of awareness, an ability to channel instinctive feelings rather than conscious reasoning. And though more research on her part was desperately needed, her current belief is that different people had different affinities towards such behavior.
So really, what was Nana Shimedzu's?
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Aug 3, 2017 23:32:04 GMT -5
Orica and the group ended up in the backyard, although she had doubts that this place was connected, all avenues needed to be investigated. If she even let the resolve to to things at her full strength faulter for a moment then that was an opening that could be used to lead to her death. A Weakness of lack of focus.
So, as some others in her group seemed to start talking about things that weren't important, Orica started making the rounds around the lawn, investigating everything as if this were the crime scene itself. You never know where evidence may show up so it was a good idea to be as through as possible, even more so since her group seemed to have the very lack of focus she was striving to avoid. No matter, that just meant that it was Orica's duty to show them their weakness by doing better than the did.
And that's how Orica got competitive about murder investigations.
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Post by Admin Chiv on Aug 4, 2017 21:46:50 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"]  森羅万象 all things are sacred. Wandering child of the earth, do you know just how much you're worth? You have walked this path since your birth, you were destined for more...
As you enter the Backyard, quite a few things catch your eye.
Trailing from the Left Porch to one of the picnic tables is...something off-color.
A rod has been shoved through the table's middle, where an umbrella could be set up.
To the side of the yard, there's more.
A fern lays misplaced and helpless, withering in the sun...
Admidst shards of something unknown.
They seem to be near a pile of umbrellas.
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Aug 5, 2017 0:51:59 GMT -5
Orica was drawn towards the off color picnic table although she didn't know if that was how it was supposed to be or not. It was worth investigating. While she was there she also looked at the rod. Might be a murder weapon or something.
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Post by Nana Shimedzu on Aug 5, 2017 2:01:43 GMT -5
What a...interesting scene, let's say. Not sure what she wanted to look at exactly, Nana turned around, scanning the yard for ideas before bending to check out the fern, and then, having grown tired of that wandering over to look at the shards
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Aug 5, 2017 4:42:07 GMT -5
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❛I hope this area pays off.
Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] Ah, the backyard. Those walls really were painted in a different light now, weren't they? Damnable things.
Without much confidence in what she was about to discover, Caelie approached the pile of umbrellas and misplaced ferns, because the latter called out to her, in some sort of way.
Decaying, powerless, dejected little things. Stupid, weren't they?
While Caelie's sense of superiority over plants may have been questionable, really, it was a sentiment afforded to anything that allowed itself to fall into such a predicament. Idiots, every last one of them. They deserve everything they get. The ferns just reminded her of them, that's all.
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