Roleplay

Blood stained the wood floor- and the bodies had been carted away. She didn't think anyonecould have survived- but there weren't updates on that yet, and she didn't want to call the shots. The murder weapon wasmissing- as was it's wielder. Although the crime scene was on the stage, she began to look around the seats. It was a long shot, but if she was lucky...

Violetta was practically dragging Cornelius. "Come on! We're almost there at the theatre!" She stated. "Noooo.." Cornelius moaned. Brant walked beside them, staying quiet. At last, the three had arrived. "Hey, isn't that the investigator; Mya's car?" Violetta pointed out. Brant scowled again.

Mya gasped, the murder could have been in the audience! Spots of blood dappled the seat. She took out her obsidian-bladed knife, and cut away the fabric. If this was one of the victum's blood, then they had a clear lead to the murderer. All she had to do was find out who sat here. The testing of the sample would be done in a week- all it would take to find the murder was a week.

As Cornelius tried very hard to pretend he wasn't there, Violetta examined the front of the theater. "The murder always comes back to he scene of crime.." Violetta said to herself looking, around at all the bystanders. Brant flinched, when she said that; because it couldn't be more true.

Mya hurried out of the theater, the blood-stained fabric in hand, she expected to see the rest of her team. Instead, she was greeted with Violetta, Brant, and Cornelius. Her eyes narrowed. She knew they were friends and all, but the only one who would have reason to was Violetta. Brant and Cornelius had no reason to come. Oh well.

She called for her team, and began discussing the blood-stained fabric. She'd been right. One week. Only one week...

Violetta gave a slight wave to Mya; before the three head inside; Cornelius was closing his eyes to prevent nightmares from happening. Brant tried to look like he never saw this messy blood before. "Metal," Violetta sated softly, picking up a piece of metal she found from on the ground. "Steampunk?" She asked herself, writing something down, in her notebook. Brant was trying to peer over her shoulder, just to make sure that he wasn't a suspect on her list. "Probably and most certainly not," Brant thought.

Mya had handed over the fabric and was teen teeing the building. She moaned when she saw Brantley and Cornelius inside, Violeta she could understand, but Brantley and Cornelius had to go. She hurriedly walked up to them, "Brant, Cornelius, out now. Honestly, you can't be that dumb as to just stroll in, never mind all that safety tape!"

Cornelius tried hiding this grin of relief. "Thank you," he whispered. He moved from under the saftey tape, away from the building and its murders. Brant stood a little firmer. "I'm helping Violetta investigate," He hissed at Mya. Actually, Brant just wanted to stay, so he should find out how close everyone was into finding out who was the murderer. Brant didn't want his secret to spill. Violetta stood up, next to Brant. "Maybe you should listen to her? She's a real investigator, after all. I think I got it from here," Violetta offered. Brant still didn't move. "Er, thanks for helping Brant... you should leave now.. " Violetta tried. Brant finally pushed past them, and went back to meet with Cornelius, who was standing quite a distance away from the theatre.

Brant then remembered. Harley, his little robot needed his fill of blood for today. Should he snag a kill somewhere around here? Maybe there was victim, awaiting to share their blood..


"Sorry about that," Violetta replied to Mya. "My friends can be...um.. interesting sometimes.." Violetta also added.

"It's fine. People like us deal with that a lot, espicaly when the media lashes out. You would know."

She glanced at thecog in Violetts hand.

"Stempunk?" She asked.

"I think so," Violetta responded. She wrote something down again, before handing the small piece of metal to Mya. "For investigation purposes," she winked.

Cornelius had wandered home himself, so Brant was left there by himself. "Perfect," he thought. He started sneaking to the back of the theatre, looking for a victim, moving his cane beside him as he walked.