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“Pickle” {OPEN!}
“Look, I told you, officer.” Aiden said, gesturing with both of his hands. His mind worked frantically to recall what he had just said. “I had nothing to do with whatever that happened last night.” he emphasised on the ‘nothing’, but the cop - the actual cops who arrived this morning - didn’t seem too convinced. Do they ever look like they believe anyone?
Aiden paced around nervously, as the detective - what was his name again? Dieterle. Weirdo. - muttered something only audible to his partner as he scribbled something down in a little notebook. “Whoa-wait. What are you writing?” Aiden asked, leaning over to take a sneak peak, but the detective closed it just in time.
“Excuse me, Mr. Flynn. I’d behave in an orderly manner, if I were you.” Detective Weirdo shot a lazy, threatening glance towards him. Aiden swallowed. “I just-….yes, sir.” he said simply, feigning a cough. He was starting to get angry. This was that lady’s doing, he was sure of it. Rebecca something. She just couldn’t let it go, could she? ’Way the go, Aiden‘.He just had to go and open that big mouth of his. Now he’s in more of a pickle than he ever was. The journalist noticed that another policeman was headed upstairs, possibly to arrest the crazy old lady who poisoned everyone. Did they send the whole squad for this?
Red Handed {plot twist/Intel}
It had been easy for Charlie to keep his neutral expression as the two detectives went questioned people based on the contents of their pockets. But upon hearing the words the butler did it, a small, sly grin appeared, and his normal neutral expression broke. The woman was cute, he admitted to himself. And had it been anyone else, he was quite certain he would have been able to contain himself. Given who it was, and the way she’d said the words had him slightly flustered. There was a reason he’d chosen the corner he had – it was out of the way, and allowed him to observe the goings on. It was also the furthest from the people he called friends. He needed his head to be clear, and free of anything that might actually influence his observations. If only reality played out more like some of his theories. He couldn’t quite get the words Jace had whispered to him out of his head. They were constantly playing themselves, as if it was supposed to be some sort of clue to their mystery.
Normally, it seemed that the butler was always behind whatever felled the manor of choice. Who would ever suspect a servant to have enough gall to poison the family they worked for? No one. Though it did seem as if the one person he considered an ally in all of this did. Charlie had spoken with Mariah before the dinner party, and while she disapproved of him being a guest, he didn’t think she would actually poison everyone. They’d both agreed that the professor would have disapproved of everyone in the manor, and how it was more hotel than anything else. Was that some sort of clue that he’d missed? No, he told himself. He couldn’t believe that the woman would actually poison everyone to get the guests to leave. It seemed absolutely crazy. And yet, plausible at the same time. The quickest way to empty the manor was exactly what was done. But why? Why poison everyone when there was bound to be another way to get everyone to leave? Sure, it might have been slower, but they could have at least made it more foolproof than her own plan.
But that wasn’t the worse of it. Their conversation had taken place out in the main foyer, where anyone could have seen them. And should anyone actually bring that little fact up, he would quickly be thrown into the spotlight. A place he’d have preferred to stay out of. It wouldn’t matter what was in his pockets. Just the fact he was seen talking with Mariah would have made him guilty by association. Now the words from Jace started to make sense. Whether or not he did it, didn’t matter. Charlie knew people would automatically assume he did because the words were so often used in literature that people believed it as fact. Leaving the room was his only option, and were his friend, Jack, not guarding the only door out, he would have done just that. Instead, he was stuck in the room. Just like everyone else. The only difference between himself and the others was he’d discussed his own disapproval of the guests in the manor with Mariah. They hadn’t.
Leo leaned back and tried to get comfortable. This was good. As long as people were squabbling, fighting, trying to find someone to accuse, someone who wasn’t him, everything was fine. Hell, it was better than fine, especially if this Mariah woman was actually guilty. He hated her, hated her almost as much as he hated his father, and the more people hated her, the better. That way, if, when she went missing, nobody would be very upset. Nobody would suspect him. Then again, there was always the chance that someone else would off the old bitch or, even worse, she’d leave before he got his fun with her.
But what if someone suspected, what if someone figured out? there was Rebecca, who’d been flirting with him, had been drunk, had almost… Leo shook his head. Sex was all well and good, and he could only imagine who good it would have been with her, but this wasn’t the time or the place. But she’d been drunk, tipsy, probably thought it was all fun and games, a way to bother the old woman. And elizabeth. Elizabeth would be the tricky one. Far too fond of Leo, and Mariah, if the way they talked to each other, her reaction, had been anything to go by. Perhaps he could use her, use her just like he was using Rebecca. Yes. That could work.
Mariah stopped in her tracks as the detective outran her and stood in front of the exti. “What…what is this? Now would you excuse me, Mister, step aside so I can leave.” she demanded, her eyebrows furrowed in spite. She then turned around, both surprised and furious at that sudden accusation from the young man whom she had just walked past. “That is insane! You better be careful of who you’re accusing there, young man!” she threatened, her teeth gritting against each other.
Before Mariah could even reply, the detective had already snatched her handbag away from her, emptying it’s contents for everything to see. “Hey! What in god’s name do you think you’re doing? You have no ri-“ the woman’s outburst was interrupted at the detective’s question. Mariah’s eyes widened at the sight of the bottle. She paused for a second, her mind frantically churning for a plausible answer. Her palms clenched into fists as her eyes met the detective’s.
“It’s…. not mine. And even if it was, I wasn’t aware that having an eyedrop is a crime.” Her gaze was locked on the detective, as if she was telling him to ‘step down’.
Normally, Claire would be all for placing herself in the middle of a drama, poking and prodding at anyone who would react. She had a talent for finding out what bothered people, and for using that to incite them against each other. In high school, she’d been an absolute terror. Popular, though.
However, this situation seemed volatile enough without her efforts, so Claire took the opportunity to sit down at the table, and merely watch the scene that played out before her. The annoying old lady she’d been forced to sit nearby during the ill fated dinner apparently had the poison in her bag- oh, how boring. It wasn’t poison at all, Claire realized, but eye drops. Hardly a concealed weapon. She’d expected a vial of something green, sticky, and smelly. Anything along those lines. Still, she supposed the woman deserved some points for being original.
Oh, please. Had the woman literally just said ‘it’s not mine’? Lame. Lame, lame, lame. “If you’re going to do something as stupid as make us all sick, you might as well own up to it,” Claire muttered, with a dramatic sigh.
Jeffrey grabbed his things off the table and pocketed them again, before turning to watching the situation playing out around him. Around the room, some people were taking on the same observational role as him, while others were actively shouting, and pointing fingers. From what he could tell, the older woman -Mariah something?- was the current suspect, although Becks had talked to the blonde woman, the man with the limp, and Aiden, separately and subtlety. Were they somehow involved? Making a note of that, Jeffrey turned his attention make to the main action. Mariah, looking frustrated and angry, and the small bottle that Collins was now holding up triumphantly.
Was that alone proof that she’d done it? There had to be something else, because in his opinion, just the fact that she carried around eye drops…seemed a bit circumstantial. She was acting incredibly strange about it though, so that helped make her look suspicious, and judging by the few snippets of her conversation he’d heard since arriving in the manor, she wasn’t very happy about the manor hosting guests. He’d been hoping for a more sinister motive, as sad as that was, because it was easier to imagine that it was someone trying to stop them from finding clues than merely a grumpy woman trying to reclaim an old house.
The pounding in Aiden’s chest started to slow down, his body relax when everyone’s attention - including Gregory’s were directed at Mariah instead. He wasn’t sure what he did was the right thing - he even shot a guilty glance at Matthew, silently mouthing ‘sorry’ - but it sure saved his own ass.
At least that was what he thought, until the other self-appointed cop lady started to approach him instead. “Uhm, thanks.” Aiden forced a smile as he grabbed the bottle, with no intention of drinking it. “I’m just a little sick, but I’ll be fi-“ before he could even finish his lie, the woman had already cut through the facade, and called him on his bullshit.
Aiden willed himself to stay calm. This woman was - or is a cop. That’s what they due. This is how they interrogate people. She was fishing. Most of the time there was no proof, no incriminating evidence; only their skill of mentally cornering their suspects into confession. Aiden might be nervous, but he wasn’t an idiot. And besides, he wasn’t really breaking the law, so even in the worst-case-scenario that she does bring him downtown -or wherever the police station was in Vanderbilt, they would have to release him anyway.
Aiden swallowed hard, mustering any ounce of courage he had as his gaze met Rebecca’s. “I think I’ll take my chances, lady.”
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Red Handed {plot twist/Intel}
Standing close to Aiden, Matthew just wanted this whole thing to be over and done with. He was tired, and it was clear that the detective guy’s attempt at finding the source of the poison was going absolutely nowhere. His bed was a far more appealing place to be. Suddenly, he was shoved back toward the wall by the older woman, clearly in a huff. God, what was her name? Ugh, he couldn’t remember. “Uh, sorry,” he muttered softly. The woman intimidated him to no end, and clearly wasn’t very friendly. Probably why they had never really spoken.
As she tried to make her way to the door, Matthew noticed her handbag wide open, and couldn’t help but peer inside. Damn curiosity. Why was she in such a rush to get out, anyway? She was…
In that moment, Matt took notice of a tiny black and blue eye-drop bottle in her purse. The poison. She had it. She’d been the one to make everyone sick. He had to try and stop himself from gasping too loudly. Should he say something? Announce it to the cops and get Mariah in trouble? Or keep it to himself, maybe sharing it with Aiden and newfound friend Charlie, maybe getting them a leg-up on the mystery of the disappearances? It would certainly be fun to torment the older woman with the knowledge that she’d been the one. Matthew didn’t have an antagonistic bone in his body, but something about the thrill of hiding behind something anonymous intrigued him.
Yep. It was settled. He wasn’t going to say anything. Not yet. Let the cops try and figure it out if they were smart enough. They hadn’t asked about emptying purses, anyway- just pockets. Mistake number one, clearly. “Go ahead, madame,” he said a little too smugly, stepping aside to let her through. This was going to be fun.
Poking Aiden gently, Matthew whispered into the man’s ear. “Meet me in my room later, ‘kay? Never… uh, finished up that conversation at dinner. And hey, we can talk about Gemma.” Best not to give away his true intentions with others so close by, he figured.
Michael’s eyebrows shot up as the old woman made a spectacle of herself. He glanced towards Greg, wondering if his partner thought there was something wrong with the situation at hand. He didn’t know the old lady, but he didn’t think that she was making a scene for no reason.
Michael held his tongue and tried not to say anything too smart ass- but- there it was- too easy! Ugh, he was gonna kill himself if he didn’t say it.
“God’s way or your way, ma’am?”
Michael tried to keep from smiling too widely. It was a huge mistake- just jumping to conclusions. But he’d said it innocently enough, didn’t he? Just a question- however stupidly worded it was.
Normally, he would’ve thought things through more- but that opening had just been too delicious for his mouth to resist. Now, of course as he flicked his eyes over to Greg, he knew he’d made a rookie mistake. For the rest of this mystery, he’d keep his yap shut and just pay attention rather than simply running his mouth with whatever lines popped into his head.
One mistake- he was allowed to mulligan, right? This was a game of Clue, he just had to figure out what everyone else was holding before he made any more assumptions.
“What the-“ he muttered, looking bewilderedly at the old lady when she declared that she would be leaving. He knew that she was bad news, which was why he had managed to stay away from her for the rest of the dinner party. Who knew she could be even more of a nutcase than he assumed. “Hey!” Aiden yelled instinctlively when the woman bumped against Matthew, but then realised that Matthew could take care of himself.
Aiden caught the look of sudden realization on the other man’s expression, and knew something was up. “What, why?” Aiden whispered-yelled back. “Did you see something off with her? You can tell me now.” he discretely demanded. He’d like to think that he was urging Matthew to do something that will help everyone else, but deep down, he knew he was just being selfish, looking to cause some sort of commotion so that they wouldn’t get to search him.
Turning back to Aiden, Matthew didn’t quite realize how smug and satisfied the look on his face must have been. “Thanks for sticking up for me, dude,” he started, but soon enough, Aiden was asking what had happened. “Uh…” God, there were so many people around. Should he really tell now? Aiden looked sorta intimidating…
“She had the bottle. In her bag. An empty eyedropper. It had to be the poison, I could practically smell it.” Matthew’s words were as hushed as he could manage, despite how anxious he was to have figured out the mystery with such luck.
Aiden’s right arm hung onto the other man’s shoulder, as he leaned in closer to listen. “Uh, no problem. She was being rude, anyway.” he answered, a little bit embarrassed at his autonomic response to defend Matthew. The journalist’s eyes widened in disbelief when Matthew told him what he saw in her bag. “You saw- what?” he whispered, before tilting his head over Matthew’s shoulder to look at the older woman. She was getting away. She was almost out the door. He had to do something. “We have to tell them, right? I mean- she’s getting away!” he said, now more agitated than ever. He was so caught up in the moment that he wasn’t sure if Matthew had answered him or not.
He started to turn to the rest of the guests, and pointed towards Mariah.
“Uhm-plot twist! No, I mean… MATT SAW THE BOTTLE IN MEAN OLD LADY’S BAG!” Aiden called out awkwardly before his mind could even process that sentence, he could even hear his voice echoing from the corners of the dining hall.
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Red Handed {plot twist/Intel}
Standing close to Aiden, Matthew just wanted this whole thing to be over and done with. He was tired, and it was clear that the detective guy’s attempt at finding the source of the poison was going absolutely nowhere. His bed was a far more appealing place to be. Suddenly, he was shoved back toward the wall by the older woman, clearly in a huff. God, what was her name? Ugh, he couldn’t remember. “Uh, sorry,” he muttered softly. The woman intimidated him to no end, and clearly wasn’t very friendly. Probably why they had never really spoken.
As she tried to make her way to the door, Matthew noticed her handbag wide open, and couldn’t help but peer inside. Damn curiosity. Why was she in such a rush to get out, anyway? She was…
In that moment, Matt took notice of a tiny black and blue eye-drop bottle in her purse. The poison. She had it. She’d been the one to make everyone sick. He had to try and stop himself from gasping too loudly. Should he say something? Announce it to the cops and get Mariah in trouble? Or keep it to himself, maybe sharing it with Aiden and newfound friend Charlie, maybe getting them a leg-up on the mystery of the disappearances? It would certainly be fun to torment the older woman with the knowledge that she’d been the one. Matthew didn’t have an antagonistic bone in his body, but something about the thrill of hiding behind something anonymous intrigued him.
Yep. It was settled. He wasn’t going to say anything. Not yet. Let the cops try and figure it out if they were smart enough. They hadn’t asked about emptying purses, anyway- just pockets. Mistake number one, clearly. “Go ahead, madame,” he said a little too smugly, stepping aside to let her through. This was going to be fun.
Poking Aiden gently, Matthew whispered into the man’s ear. “Meet me in my room later, ‘kay? Never… uh, finished up that conversation at dinner. And hey, we can talk about Gemma.” Best not to give away his true intentions with others so close by, he figured.
Michael’s eyebrows shot up as the old woman made a spectacle of herself. He glanced towards Greg, wondering if his partner thought there was something wrong with the situation at hand. He didn’t know the old lady, but he didn’t think that she was making a scene for no reason.
Michael held his tongue and tried not to say anything too smart ass- but- there it was- too easy! Ugh, he was gonna kill himself if he didn’t say it.
“God’s way or your way, ma’am?”
Michael tried to keep from smiling too widely. It was a huge mistake- just jumping to conclusions. But he’d said it innocently enough, didn’t he? Just a question- however stupidly worded it was.
Normally, he would’ve thought things through more- but that opening had just been too delicious for his mouth to resist. Now, of course as he flicked his eyes over to Greg, he knew he’d made a rookie mistake. For the rest of this mystery, he’d keep his yap shut and just pay attention rather than simply running his mouth with whatever lines popped into his head.
One mistake- he was allowed to mulligan, right? This was a game of Clue, he just had to figure out what everyone else was holding before he made any more assumptions.
“What the-“ he muttered, looking bewilderedly at the old lady when she declared that she would be leaving. He knew that she was bad news, which was why he had managed to stay away from her for the rest of the dinner party. Who knew she could be even more of a nutcase than he assumed. “Hey!” Aiden yelled instinctlively when the woman bumped against Matthew, but then realised that Matthew could take care of himself.
Aiden caught the look of sudden realization on the other man’s expression, and knew something was up. “What, why?” Aiden whispered-yelled back. “Did you see something off with her? You can tell me now.” he discretely demanded. He’d like to think that he was urging Matthew to do something that will help everyone else, but deep down, he knew he was just being selfish, looking to cause some sort of commotion so that they wouldn’t get to search him.
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Late Night Council
Oh god.
He was screwed. So screwed. ‘Crapcrapcrap’ a string of repeated words of panic circled Aiden’s thoughts as Greg the cop made his announcement. At that point, whatever he said was already muffled noise to him. He had read too many crime novels to not know what was happening. It was a lockdown. Nobody in, nobody out. Until they did a thorough search. Aiden gulped as his head turned to look at the exit. For a brief moment he had considered making a run for it; but really? He’s almost thirty. He wouldn’t have gotten that far. It would only make matters worse. Aiden forced a nervous smile towards Matthew as he slowly approached the other man. Matthew was already emptying out his pockets, because he had nothing to hid. Aiden cleared his throat as he whispered next to Matthew. “Whoa. Dramatic much?” he said, hoping to get some sort of confirmation from the scholar. His heart was beating so fast, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t be possible to hide his nervousness from Matthew.
There was a scene in Ashes to Ashes that was exactly like this. Only Cooper was more fun as a cop than Greg. Aiden stared at the other lady, whom he assumed was also a cop, as she looked through the Michael and the blonde woman’s belongings. Aiden started to cautiously empty his pockets. His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled out his wallet, and a packet of Hubba Bubba Bubblegum from his pockets. Hopefully that would be enough to satisfy the detectives. Pleasepleaseplease be enough.
Once his pockets were emptied, Matt turned to Aiden. Whoa. Had the man been standing next to him- or even near him- the entire time? Well, that was a bit surprising. Okay. “Yeah, dramatic. Ah, well. Some guys like a good show.” Taking a deep breath, he observed what the man had turned in from his pockets. Wallet, gum. Nothing too suspicious. But the look on Aiden’s face…
“Hey, man, are you still sick? You don’t look so hot.” Matt fought the urge to be a motherly little dork and test his forehead for heat. Maybe Aiden hadn’t gotten all that sick, and had just caught what Matt had gotten over. And the shaking hands… ”Yeah, seriously, what’s going on?”
Aiden’s eyes met with the other man’s, but only briefly before he had to look away. He was never a good liar. Thankfully Matthew had provided a plausible lie for him, unknowingly aiding his situation. “Ye-yeah.. I think I’m still sorta sick, I guess. But nothing too serious though.” he muttered under his breath, the nervous smile still lingering on his lips. The cop lady had moved forwards to another person now, gradually getting closer to search Aiden. It was inevitable, but Aiden was still hoping that she would miraculously find whatever she wanted to find on the next person. “Seriously, how stupid would a person have to be, that they would keep the evidence after they poison the food, am I right?” he asked as he managed to shoot Matthew a side glance instead, pretending to be intrigued by the search. He willed his hands to stop shaking, and pushed both of them into his pockets, just in case. Being the nervous wreck during a police search was definitely not an ideal situation to be in.
“Wh-who do you think did it?” Aiden asked quietly, trying to perhaps change the subject.
(Source: detective-greg)
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Late Night Council
The laugh, the quick once over… amateur. With an unreadable expression, she plucked the lighter from the young guy’s hand. He was probably smarter than he looked… probably. And it would also probably be more than a little fun to rattle his cage. Becks suppressed a small smile, turning the lighter over in her hand. She’d seen the same looks, the same bravado from a million green detectives. Every one wanted to be the smartest, calmest, coolest one in the room. Yeah, she was definitely gonna mess with him.
She popped the little blue thing open, smelling the butane inside. Good, because if this had been the stuff they were looking for, she didn’t think she could have hidden her surprise and she’d have to credit him with being a much better actor. She thumbed on the flame and let it flicker for a second. Definitely not what she was looking for. But he didn’t know that.
Her hand closed tightly around the plastic and she gave him a total Cop Face. The blank, disinterested one with the little spark behind the eyes that says “gotcha.” Rebecca wanted to know if he knew it; she had a feeling he might. The way he looked at Collins… She looked him up and down. Definitely not a cop. Then what?
“Mind if I hang on to this?”
She didn’t wait for his answer before moving on.
Rebecca gave Claire’s lighter the same treatment, but this time placed it back on the table when she was done. “Thanks,” she said with a smile, hoping the little bit of politeness would make Claire more willing to answer her next question. “What’s on this?” she asked conversationally, tapping lightly on the unlabeled floppy.
Oh god.
He was screwed. So screwed. ‘Crapcrapcrap’ a string of repeated words of panic circled Aiden’s thoughts as Greg the cop made his announcement. At that point, whatever he said was already muffled noise to him. He had read too many crime novels to not know what was happening. It was a lockdown. Nobody in, nobody out. Until they did a thorough search. Aiden gulped as his head turned to look at the exit. For a brief moment he had considered making a run for it; but really? he’s almost thirty. He wouldn’t have gotten that far. It would only make matters worse. Aiden forced a nervous smile towards Matthew as he slowly approached the other man. Matthew was already emptying out his pockets, because he had nothing to hid. Aiden cleared his throat as he whispered next to Matthew. “Whoa. Dramatic much?” he said, hoping to get some sort of confirmation from the scholar. His heart was beating so fast, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t be possible to hide his nervousness from Matthew.
There was a scene in Ashes to Ashes that was exactly like this. Only Cooper was more fun as a cop than Greg. Aiden stared at the other lady, whom he assumed was also a cop, as she looked through the Michael and the blonde woman’s belongings. Aiden started to cautiously empty his pockets. His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled out his wallet, and a packet of Hubba Bubba Bubblegum from his pockets. Hopefully that would be enough to satisfy the detectives. Pleasepleaseplease be enough.
(Source: detective-greg)
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OOC: Whoever that’s on the main site
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You really should read it, Charlie. Claire and Aiden are right about the mix of romance and mystery. There’s a scene where they find a hidden passageway when Cooper pushes Blair up against the wall while… it’s kinda impressive actually.
Exactly! There’s nothing better than a case of will-they-won’t-they in the midst of solving a crime… I think.
I remember that scene! I wish I could do that… Cooper is one smooth detective. OH, and remember that one time when they were both handcuffed to each other in hotel room and they had to - well, you know….Aren’t we supposed to be heading back to the dining hall or something?
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