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Post by Nana Shimedzu on Aug 4, 2017 4:27:31 GMT -5
There was a limited number of places for the groups to search. They had made a decent amount of progress she thought for the short amount of time that they had banded together to search. Maybe? Although Nana had to admit she wasn't sure if anything they had done up until this point would actually be of use to anyone when they had to reconvene but at least they hadn’t been slacking off? Investigating a murder was a lot harder than they made it look on tv, which maybe shouldn’t be a surprise now that she took a step back and thought about that statement.
The foyer hall, was there anything of possible use here? As with everywhere else, they had looked at until this point naturally the answer was “maybe?” but they might as well investigate the place, no?
Man, they got all of the sexy places to look at, didn’t they.
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Aug 5, 2017 0:59:16 GMT -5
The foyer hall. Small, away from the crime scene, probably unimportant, but the fact it might be was worth investigating at least, not that Orica's group seemed to be thinking about things in the right terms. Regardless if there was something here she might be able to find it. Evidence was the weapon she needed for the upcoming trial, in multiple senses of the word. Something like a... truth arrow with which to refute baseless claims. A Yaronpa... No, that just sounded stupid. Regardless of whatever this was called, Orica needed to go forth with a clear mind so that she could prove her Strength to the world and the rest of the students here. That playing the bear's game like that was their weakness. Orica knew that such words meant accepting the death of family members and potentially causing an unremovable collar to explode, but letting such things shake you was weakness.
You just need tank the explosion.
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Aug 5, 2017 4:59:59 GMT -5
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❛how much of the one hour is gone?
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"] Let there be light.
More specifically, just a single one. Just an orb. It reminded her somewhat of someplace she's been - a room with just one source too. But that really didn't matter now, did it? Not that, nor any memories associated with it. It's strange though, how keenly (more so than usual) observing surroundings lead to snapshots of the past resurfacing. A little annoying too, to be perfectly honest.
What was actually important was investigating this room, and so, investigating she did. Let's see what's here, yeah?
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Post by Admin Hero on Aug 5, 2017 5:22:46 GMT -5
*doo doo doo, pretend I have chiv's cute code here*
In your eyes there is doubt.
As you try to figure it out.
But that's not what life is about,
so have faith there's a way...
As you enter the Foyer Hall, you notice...
That nothing seems to be out of place. Floor could use a sweeping, but that's about it. Too bad, so sad.
[ROOM: CLEAR!]
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