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( INVESTIGATION - WEEK 1 )
 Promptly at 8:00 AM, both of the Grandfather clocks will begin to ring, the sound traveling to every corner of the motel. All residents will wake up as if it was any other morning. There's the usual hum from the air conditioner units and the sound of harsh wind blowing against the windows. While the sun may not have ever set, the amount of times the Grandfather clock rings makes it clear: it's time to get up and greet the brand new day. However... something seems off. Maybe it's a shiver of cold leaving a trail of frost on your skin or a burning sensation in your chest — but it feels like something is drawing you out of your room and into the outdoor hallways. Where will you go? Welcome to the investigation log! Please put the name of the location your character will be exploring in the subject header. If you plan on grouping up with someone else for a location, we ask that you keep it to 2-3 characters maximum. Once you're all set and ready to rumble, mods will be here to provide evidence if found and set the scene for investigation events. Happy body hunting! ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation |
ROOM 112
so he's in room 112. nothing of note, nothing of value. something resonates within Akira's soul, however. something tells him to try and keep looking. and so he does. he tosses the room (sorry to the late Jason's roomies), throwing pillows, sheets and any other object one can think of to the ground to see if there is anything that would be hidden. just when he is about to give up? he reaches the couch and pulls the cushions off. underneath it?
there's a mask. it's a familiar mask. one that belongs to a superhero. one that now belongs to Akira. ]
Don't worry, Robin. Your spirit will live on with me.
[ annnnnd the mask is now on his face. yep. no big deal. ]
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What the hell.
[HI, one of the residents of room 112 is standing in the doorway and just. watching this. like. what the fuck is happening here]
You know that's something serial killers say before they wear the peeled off skin of their victims, right?
[JUST. THROWING THAT OUT THERE]
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[ GET OUT OF THEIR ROOM ]
Like. What kinda asshole?
[1/2]
and by his fellow thief friend at that! Akira droops his hand to look at both of them wordlessly. this is awkward. he clears his throat, straights his back and rolls his shoulder as if trying to compose himself. ]
Funny that you mention that―
[2/2!!!!!!!]
LET THE MAN ABSCOND GOD DAMMIT!!! ]
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[Kaito's used to staring down the barrels of guns belonging to murderous men in black and stupid fedoras, he isn't afraid of a charging phantom thief. WHICH IS TO SAY]
[IMMEDIATELY DARTS FORWARD]
[AND TRIES TO TACKLE AKIRA AROUND THE WAIST AND DRAG HIM TO THE GROUND]
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probably regret it since dave does not really Appreciate people being in his space going through his shit, and he has fourteen years of training to back that up. here's hoping kaito wins before dave has to actually do a thing and probably inflict bodily harm? ]
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unfortunately, the dead person's roommates aren't too willing to let that go. how rude. instead of them moving to the side like gentlemen, Kaito is trying to take him head-on. who the hell does this Kaito kid think he is? Akira's reflexes are too much for him to handle. he's, like, jumped on chandeliers and shit. pssssh.
―except why is he on the floor now? why does his ass hurt? it's probably because he just got laid out by the scrawny kid who likes to drink chocolate milk. ]
O... ow. Why do you always have to hurt me?
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[. . . at any rate, Kaito's sitting on Akira's chest now, legs crossed like he's found himself a new cushion. he gently reaches out to pluck the domino mask from the thief's face]
. . . you know, if you wanted to borrow this for some reason, you prob'ly could've just asked.
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We're gonna have to clean all this up, you realize. [ his tone is bland but it's not a pleasant kind of blandness. jfc why did their doorknob have to go, and why is it that there's always someone who just barges in and goes through everything, ignoring every boundary line? dave occasionally wonders why he bothered to start to get used to not having bro up in his grill 24/7 and this is one of those times. ]