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| Falque | Feb 4 2013, 23:52 Post #1 |
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Well, it wasn't the best way to finish an evening. Most likely, it was little more than strange coincidence that the lot of them happened to pass by that very mansion downtown at the very time Mr. Price died in his living room. That was about as much as those in the holding cell would know after their individual hours of interrogation. They weren't much for solid suspects, and most probably didn't even know Jacob Price existed, but that was all just distracting information the police couldn't take as gospel. There were no coincidences in their line of work, and if they all happened to be around the mansion at that time, just walking along the street, then too bad for them. Not that they were treated poorly, unless they opted to be through the precarious use of resistance. Some probably couldn't even resist, like Grace Song in her wheelchair, frail and at the very bottom of a list of already unlikely suspects. Still, perhaps it was sheer paranoia of potential Parahuman activity or just plain incompetence, she had to make her stay for the evening in the cell. Lakshmi and Valentine were only just a little bit above Grace on the list of suspects, their sole 'advantage' being that they could walk on their legs. But they were rather eclipsed in motive and opportunity when it came to the fourth man in the cell. They wouldn't even notice him at first, their only realization of his existence being that they subconsciously avoided sitting on him while he lounged on part of the cell's bed. He 'appeared' beside Lakshmi, still in a respectable vest and slacks fit for upper class servitude. He seemed rather prosperous himself, at least in the shape of his healthy body and sharpness of the cut of his brown hair. “I'm surprised.” The man broke into conversation just as quickly as he made himself known, “They should know it's always the butler.” He smiled at all of them before rubbing his forehead and sighing. “Or in my case, the valet. My name's Remy, by the way. I was Jacob Price's valet.” He looked out in the hallway, not noticing much for police coming to them any time soon. “And while we have copious free time for introduction... My name is Remy.” Remy scratched his head again before leaning on the wall of the cell, eyes lingering over Lakshmi before roaming over the others. “Actually...I don't suppose anyone knows how to get them to hurry up with this waiting business?” |
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| Opp | Feb 5 2013, 11:39 Post #2 |
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This wasn’t how Lakshmi had expected her evening to go. It had been a long day already. Lakshmi was no stranger to early mornings, but being awoken by a frantic 4 am call from work was still not her favorite way to start the day. She’d been in the office by 4:30, and had spent most of the morning handling the crisis. For a few hours she’d thought she might need to leave Penngrove, at least for a few days, but by noon things had settled down, and she was back to her normal work, the afternoon a flurry of papers and calls and emails. She had left around her usual time, late afternoon, and taken a quick cat nap once she’d arrived home. Dinner had been a cooked chicken breast cut into a salad, followed by a half hour of reading. Only then had Lakshmi decided she did have the energy for a run, and so she’d set out, intending to run perhaps five or six miles before showering and going to bed. It was then, of course, maybe three miles into the run, that she’d passed the mansion downtown and her evening had taken a distinct turn for the worse. The small folding chair in the cell was hardly comfortable. Lakshmi hadn’t had her cell phone on her when she was picked up – for which she’d been rather grateful – and so instead of being in police custody, it was safely at home. They did have her iPod, along with her apartment key, which Lakshmi was none too pleased about. She didn’t have anything findable in her apartment which would raise any suspicion – not with how often Michael came over – but she still didn’t want any nosy officers poking around. “Grace, isn’t it?” Lakshmi had nodded at the small, wheelchair bound tour guide when she’d entered the cell, although she wasn’t much in the mood for idle chit-chat. The fact that the disabled girl was here only made this entire thing seemed more like a farce. This was a waste of time; as soon as the police tried to question her, if they did, she fully intended to ask for a lawyer. She’d studied the finer points of the American legal system; even though she was entirely innocent, she meant to take advantage of the laws here. In Delhi, she might well have already been beaten or worse; although Lakshmi wasn’t much fonder of American policemen than Indian policemen, with one notable exception, she did rather appreciate how much more closely these Americans followed the laws they set out. When the well-dressed man spoke, Lakshmi’s eyes flickered to him. She hadn’t noticed him before, a fact that made her distinctly nervous. It seemed remarkably unlikely that she’d just forget to take in the fourth man in the cell; in fact, she knew there was no chance she had simply missed him. That meant it was some sort of power. It had to be. She didn’t betray her thoughts, though, merely stretching her arms up over her head. She still wore tight running pants, expensive Nike sneakers, and a spandex top over a sports bra, well-covered but hardly conservative. “There are quite a few ways to make the police pay more attention to you,” Lakshmi’s accented voice was dry, although her eyes were somewhat warmer as they traced the outlines of Remy’s vest. “I doubt, however, that any will yield quite the results I imagine we’re all looking for.” Edited by Opp, Feb 5 2013, 11:41.
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| Naminote | Feb 7 2013, 03:12 Post #3 |
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Luckily for Grace, she brought along her own chair and need not be subjected to the folding chair which Lakshmi found uncomfortable. She had a bit of a blank look on her face, softly biting the inside of her lip, as her hands found the edge of a dark olive woollen pullover of light material. If she wasn't a suspect, then perhaps they were searching for witnesses. For the life of her, she did not know anything about Mr. Price. Her Aunt only knew what was on the surface of the large mansion, since she was in proximity to his estate. Though nothing actually had come to mind, and unfortunately, she was afraid that she could not be of any assistance. At the time she was just leaving - exiting the lavish modern house owned by her Aunt, who happened to be in Mr. Price's neighbourhood. Grace could not observe anything suspicious at that time. A lilting voice rose to her ears, and Grace nodded with a quiet sound. "Lakshmi, from the tour," She remembered her. The other voice made her jump in the seat of her wheelchair. She thought that there were three in the cell, but it came within the cell - her hearing aid at least picked up on that. The valet introduced himself, and Grace simply stated her first and last name to Remy. An impatient question and an equally impatient response from Remy and Lakshmi made Grace glance inquisitively at the two. "Are you both in a rush to get somewhere?" For Grace, time seemed to trickle slowly, observing nebulae and stars. Having unable to be on her feet for most of her life, she lead things at a more unhurried pace, and could not relate to the busy lives of others. Edited by Naminote, Feb 7 2013, 03:13.
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| Ziek | Feb 8 2013, 13:51 Post #4 |
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Given his practice, Valentine felt odd being on the opposite side of the law. A prosecutor of justice, he was now reduced to the role of suspect. The whole situation was just so surreal, but alas he'd have to make the best of it. The only boon to the situation, was that he wasn't the only suspect. Seated near him were two young women, who he felt was just as innocent as he. Such pretty faces could never be associated to something so heinous, right? What the lawyer was unaware of however was that these ladies were not the only ones in the cell with him. A dapper gentleman much like Valentine would make himself known, somehow hidden until now. Whether he was a great illusionist or simply a super human, they had all failed in recognizing his presence. Cloak and daggers aside, it seemed the man had a penchant for jokes remarking about how the killer is always the butler. In light of the situation, Valentine would take no measure in stifling his amusement and laughter. It was a good joke, poor timing, but still very nice. "Valentine, a pleasure", he smiled to Remy before his eyes gleamed over Grace and Lakshmi as well before giving them a nod. "As much as I would love for this process to go a little faster, there's nothing to be done. Take it from a guy who knows, cops will go at whatever pace they please. Still...I am curious what has them so preoccupied..." |
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| Falque | Feb 11 2013, 14:43 Post #5 |
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Well, Lakshmi and Valentine weren't particularly encouraging. Remy hid no expression of disappointment when the both of them discouraged any thought to grab the police's attention. What were they doing? Hard to know, but maybe paperwork. Maybe wrangling up more witnesses or suspects, or maybe just arguing between themselves what to do with very little evidence on their table. Grace however, was keen on cutting to the base of Remy's worries. Now, Grace was already unlike other women, what with a saint's patience. Remy didn't have that, but he also had other incentives to get out of jail as soon as possible. Assuming the police weren't convinced he was the killer. “Glad you asked. But let's suppose none of us sont le tueur. I know vous n'êtes pas. And I might argue that I'm not the killer either. That means the criminal is still out there.” Remy adjusted his sleeves and tapped the ground with his foot, humming quietly, “And perhaps I also know where to find the real killer, as well as a treasure of Mr. Price's that may help us. Or maybe it's at the treasure where we'll find the killer.” If not a sense of greed or a sense of justice, perhaps there was a sense of adventure to find the proper story to place an ending. But before Remy could really try to sell the idea, the door to the hall opened and a police officer stepped into the light. For some, the man was recognizable. Maybe too recognizable in one case. Michael Kennedy scratched his head, looking into the somewhat crowded cell of misfit suspects. He smiled uneasily, apologetically, at Grace before twitching a small smirk at the sight of Lakshmi behind bars. “I can't say I'm entirely surprised to see you in here.” Michael flicked out the jail keys and unlocked the door. “You're all free to go though. Sorry for the inconvenience, but please be about in Penngrove if we need more from you.” Michael's eyes lingered on Lakshmi a little longer than they should have. He turned to Grace next, “Do you need any help to the door, ma'am?” As for Remy, the man stretched off the bed and looked to Valentine. Odd name for a man. Maybe it was a last name. But that said, Valentine did bring up an interesting point. “Not much of a rush to let us go.” “Well...” Michael paused, head shaking slowly. “It's not really appropriate to discuss right now. You'll be hearing from us soon though, Remy.” The valet raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Bien. I could use some company with my employer gone.” His words trailed as his eyes roamed to Lakshmi. After their last exchange, Remy continued to walk out of the station, moving slowly to let the others catch up if they wanted to, perhaps, learn a little more about the secrets of Mr. Price's death, and his treasure. Remy was very much open to questions. |
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| Opp | Feb 11 2013, 15:09 Post #6 |
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Lakshmi didn’t respond aloud to Grace’s question or Valentine’s introduction, although she did incline her head and smile at the other well-dressed man politely enough. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and now she tugged her ponytail holder free, combing out the thick strands and giving her head a small shake, letting the wavy hair settle over her shoulders. “If you know nous ne sommes pas…" she didn’t finish the thought, although the smile she directed at Remy suggested she wasn’t too serious in her accusation. She knew perfectly well her French sounded good, although her command of the language was minimal. The door opened, and Lakshmi adjusted her hairband over her wrist, glancing up at the man who walked through. After a moment, her expression smoothed into a smile that was softer than she meant it to be. Her eyes lingered on his uniformed chest. At his words, her lips twitched at a smirk, and she did what might have been called “making a face” on a less lovely woman. Lakshmi let Remy catch her eye, but it was Michael she focused on. Her words to him were soft, although not so soft that the others didn’t have a good chance of overhearing. “Are you going to question me later, officer?” The words were a soft purr, just bordering on seductive. “The uniform suits you,” she grinned, perhaps a bit too much in the way of teeth, and winked, her hand brushing along him as she left the cell. Still, despite her little flirtations and ministrations, Lakshmi didn’t stick around in the police station. She took a deep breath of the night air as she left, glancing at the sky above, then at Remy, noticing his slow saunter down the sidewalk. He had piqued her interest, but she didn’t quite want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it, not yet. Instead she turned to Grace. “Do you need help getting home?” She asked, in a very matter-of-fact sort of way. Edited by Opp, Feb 11 2013, 15:13.
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| Naminote | Feb 19 2013, 22:08 Post #7 |
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Grace was more startled to hear Remy break out into scattered French phrases. Wide eyed, the glasses she wore magnified her terrified expression as she reproached back about 3 centimetres away from Remy with the wheelchair. "What did he say...?" Grace whispered half to Valentine. Being bi-lingual herself and fluent in both languages, she couldn't say why Remy wanted to mix up those languages unless he really wanted to exclude Grace from the juicy conversation. She wanted to know! Lakshmi's reply did not help the confused Astronomer, and she looked uneasily at them both, and then glanced at Valentine again. "What did they say...?" She seemed a little uncomfortable with the presence of Remy in the room with his intimidating French phrases. Truth to be told, she wasn't sure what Remy was trying to tell them, and trying to entice them with the details of a certain treasure of Mr. Price's that would "help" them. He was leading a conversation she didn't follow. She piped up in a small voice. "Excuse me Mr. Remy, but what do you mean by--" The creak of the door opened and she was genuinely ecstatic to see a more familiar face, her question dropped. After an exchange of words by Michael and Remy, Lakshmi's brush against Michael made Grace blush and look away to a less intense sight of the concrete wall. She began to wheel herself out of the cell until she was invited aid to first, get to the door, and then to get home. She accepted Michael's help gingerly. She had full control of her arms, but help was always appreciated. As for Lakshmi's offer to take her home... "That's very kind of you, Lakshmi, but I don't want to trouble you," she smiled gently. "I live two stops away from here by the train, but uhm... Depends on if I can catch the last train. Does anyone have the time?" she asked. |
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