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What up eternalsea. Naru-mun here. :) Name's Danielle, nice to meet you all. Just being a sheep and making an OOC post for you all. 8D I didn't apply with a pirate intro, instead I used an old intro of mine. (And my favorite one. :D )
The alley was dark, impossibly dark even. The moon that hung half full in the sky did little to light the cobblestoned crevice between Mary Anne’s Bakery and Gothic Books Ect. The stars that dotted the bleak November night sky were nothing more than fading lamps, hardly noticeable against their navy backdrop. The only lighting the moon seemed to do was a shaky outline, black ink spilled against dark paper. There was one particular outline that seemed to stand out more than anything else. Not big enough to be a horse, and much too big to be a dog. In fact, the shape seemed to be just the right size for a human.
The silence hung heavy around the outline, as well as the rest of the alley, encasing the small town of Villamarie. The town was not bustling, nor was it sullen and forgotten. It thrived, it faltered, it functioned and fluctuated. And, of course, it had its fair share of mystery. Mystery, that is, that extended past ‘Who stole the pie from the window sill?’. As of late, a murder had wound their way among Villamarie’s relatively sane citizens. And it wasn’t just one murder that they had gotten away with. The count was now four murders, if the papers were accurate. But the papers didn’t know a thing about the figure in the alley.
Said papers, despite the fact that their informative value was sparse, were in the possession of a fairly important person, who was reading them-by the shaky light of an oil lamp. White gloved fingers gripped the papers, desperate not to lose them in the rattling of the carriage. They were surely almost there by now, judging by the poor quality of the roads. There were very few types of people that would travel at such a time of night. There were thieves, to start, but thieves were hardly the type to ride around in carriages and read by lamplight. Murderers moved around at night as well, but as far as he knew, he wasn’t one of those. And there was the third type-his type. The type that were famous detectives in London, and had left the comforts of their flat above the flower shop to investigate a string of murders in a town they had never heard of before.
Yes…that last type certainly hit the nail on the head. The blonde, who was nestled into one corner of the carriage, was reading the papers for perhaps the sixteenth, seventeenth time over. Had the case not been of interest to him, he would be at home at fast asleep at this very moment. London surely needed him more than this ‘Villamarie’, but he had always been a sap for a real mystery. And this-well, this was something that one didn’t see every day. He had only dealt with a serial killer once before in his twenty years as a detective (his first case being solved when he was just ten, figuring out that it was his father that had been stealing so much food out of the icebox at night-breaking his diet). That year was also about the same time that he lost his parents, and found himself sitting in an orphanage. The past is called the past for many reasons-and there were certain parts of his that would have to stay far, far back in his mind.
His skin was unusually tan for an English man, but then again, there wasn’t too much about him that was particularly ‘usual’. Except for, perhaps, his strict adherence to tea time. The man, known as just ‘Detective’ to most, but ‘Naruto’ to some, was beginning to tire of the voyage, which had begun at the earliest morning hours this same day. Though even the distance was worth it, in his opinion. He heard a ‘woah’ from his cabby and felt the carriage stop. Were they there?
“Are we--?” Naruto leaned his head out the window to the carriage door, blue eyes sparkling in the small amounts of light that they managed to catch. Yes, they were there. Not there, there-but there. In the town. A small group of people were in the way, one of them holding a lantern. None of them seemed to notice Naruto, or the carriage, or even the horse, that was snuffing curiously at the back of one man’s head. Without another word he opened the door and hopped out, brown trench coat rustling around him. It was only now that one of the men took notice of him-the one holding the lantern.
“Who’re you?” He asked quickly, holding the light up to Naruto’s face. The blonde shielded his eyes, realizing this man was decked in a constable’s uniform.
“Ah, a law inforcer.” Naruto said, small smile on his face. “I believe you’re just the sort of person I need to be talking to.” The constable arched a brow at the strange blonde. “Detective Naruto Uzumaki, pleased to make your acquaintance,” He said, taking the man’s free hand and shaking it vigorously with both of his. It was now that something seemed to click in the other man’s head.
“Uzumaki! Detective Uzumaki!” He practically squeaked out. “You have perfect timing, sir…” Naruto spaced out while the man pattered on, squinting at his surroundings. ‘Mary Anne’s Bakery’ … ‘Gothic Books Ect’. Oh. How quaint. “And it looks like another victim is right down this alley…” It was at these words that Naruto’s mind came back into focus. “Well, stop all this useless talk and show me!”
Naruto said quickly, eyes lighting up. And what a show it was.
The figure, that had once only been a dark blot on a dark canvas was now a poorly illuminated person-short one head. They, whoever they had used to be, had been dressed in a frilly yellow dress, lace and apron and even elbow length gloves, from the look of it. The missing head was located right in the lap of its body, eyes rolled to the back of their head. The detective looked on with something that could almost be called enchantment. Oh, this was going to be interesting.
“Whoever did this is quite strong. They chopped clear through,” Naruto made a chopping motion with his hand. “Right with an axe.” All the murders had been just like that. “Ah, what a pretty girl, too. Shame.” Two men-dressed similarly to the constable began to move the body around, preparing to get it out of here before morning business began. God forbid someone chance across it.
“Ah, Detective, sir-this is a male.” One of them said. Naruto blinked, once, twice.
“…Oh.” The murders had all been reported as males, though had given no indication to the victim’s…er…style of dress. Had they all been this effeminate, cross dressing even? Naruto watched as they moved the body and the head separately, still hardly able to believe that the body (and head, couldn’t forget that) belonged to a man. Crazy things, these days. Crazy things.
“Sir!” There was a new voice from the end of the alley. “Someone just reported--” The voice was out of breath, sentences broken. “Another attack--” Heavy breathing “Axe--” Again, a pause. “He got away, the victim-alive”
“My God! Two attacks in the same night?” The constable seemed shocked, disgusted. Naruto however, was intrigued. A survivor, an escapee? Wonderful.
“Well, take me to them.” He received a strange look from the constable. “If he is indeed a victim, then the murderer will surely be back to finish the job. Who knows how much time I have before he’s axed? I need as much information as I can get.”
“Very well.” The constable said. “We’ll take your carriage to the station.”
With that the constable and Naruto departed, the cabby urging the horse along, hoping to earn an extra tip if he got there quick enough. Naruto practically burst through the doors of the dimly lit station in his half-euphoria.
“Where is he? Well, where is he?”
Feel free to drop me a line on aim or msn. I love me some roleplaying, so don't be scurred. <33333
The alley was dark, impossibly dark even. The moon that hung half full in the sky did little to light the cobblestoned crevice between Mary Anne’s Bakery and Gothic Books Ect. The stars that dotted the bleak November night sky were nothing more than fading lamps, hardly noticeable against their navy backdrop. The only lighting the moon seemed to do was a shaky outline, black ink spilled against dark paper. There was one particular outline that seemed to stand out more than anything else. Not big enough to be a horse, and much too big to be a dog. In fact, the shape seemed to be just the right size for a human.
The silence hung heavy around the outline, as well as the rest of the alley, encasing the small town of Villamarie. The town was not bustling, nor was it sullen and forgotten. It thrived, it faltered, it functioned and fluctuated. And, of course, it had its fair share of mystery. Mystery, that is, that extended past ‘Who stole the pie from the window sill?’. As of late, a murder had wound their way among Villamarie’s relatively sane citizens. And it wasn’t just one murder that they had gotten away with. The count was now four murders, if the papers were accurate. But the papers didn’t know a thing about the figure in the alley.
Said papers, despite the fact that their informative value was sparse, were in the possession of a fairly important person, who was reading them-by the shaky light of an oil lamp. White gloved fingers gripped the papers, desperate not to lose them in the rattling of the carriage. They were surely almost there by now, judging by the poor quality of the roads. There were very few types of people that would travel at such a time of night. There were thieves, to start, but thieves were hardly the type to ride around in carriages and read by lamplight. Murderers moved around at night as well, but as far as he knew, he wasn’t one of those. And there was the third type-his type. The type that were famous detectives in London, and had left the comforts of their flat above the flower shop to investigate a string of murders in a town they had never heard of before.
Yes…that last type certainly hit the nail on the head. The blonde, who was nestled into one corner of the carriage, was reading the papers for perhaps the sixteenth, seventeenth time over. Had the case not been of interest to him, he would be at home at fast asleep at this very moment. London surely needed him more than this ‘Villamarie’, but he had always been a sap for a real mystery. And this-well, this was something that one didn’t see every day. He had only dealt with a serial killer once before in his twenty years as a detective (his first case being solved when he was just ten, figuring out that it was his father that had been stealing so much food out of the icebox at night-breaking his diet). That year was also about the same time that he lost his parents, and found himself sitting in an orphanage. The past is called the past for many reasons-and there were certain parts of his that would have to stay far, far back in his mind.
His skin was unusually tan for an English man, but then again, there wasn’t too much about him that was particularly ‘usual’. Except for, perhaps, his strict adherence to tea time. The man, known as just ‘Detective’ to most, but ‘Naruto’ to some, was beginning to tire of the voyage, which had begun at the earliest morning hours this same day. Though even the distance was worth it, in his opinion. He heard a ‘woah’ from his cabby and felt the carriage stop. Were they there?
“Are we--?” Naruto leaned his head out the window to the carriage door, blue eyes sparkling in the small amounts of light that they managed to catch. Yes, they were there. Not there, there-but there. In the town. A small group of people were in the way, one of them holding a lantern. None of them seemed to notice Naruto, or the carriage, or even the horse, that was snuffing curiously at the back of one man’s head. Without another word he opened the door and hopped out, brown trench coat rustling around him. It was only now that one of the men took notice of him-the one holding the lantern.
“Who’re you?” He asked quickly, holding the light up to Naruto’s face. The blonde shielded his eyes, realizing this man was decked in a constable’s uniform.
“Ah, a law inforcer.” Naruto said, small smile on his face. “I believe you’re just the sort of person I need to be talking to.” The constable arched a brow at the strange blonde. “Detective Naruto Uzumaki, pleased to make your acquaintance,” He said, taking the man’s free hand and shaking it vigorously with both of his. It was now that something seemed to click in the other man’s head.
“Uzumaki! Detective Uzumaki!” He practically squeaked out. “You have perfect timing, sir…” Naruto spaced out while the man pattered on, squinting at his surroundings. ‘Mary Anne’s Bakery’ … ‘Gothic Books Ect’. Oh. How quaint. “And it looks like another victim is right down this alley…” It was at these words that Naruto’s mind came back into focus. “Well, stop all this useless talk and show me!”
Naruto said quickly, eyes lighting up. And what a show it was.
The figure, that had once only been a dark blot on a dark canvas was now a poorly illuminated person-short one head. They, whoever they had used to be, had been dressed in a frilly yellow dress, lace and apron and even elbow length gloves, from the look of it. The missing head was located right in the lap of its body, eyes rolled to the back of their head. The detective looked on with something that could almost be called enchantment. Oh, this was going to be interesting.
“Whoever did this is quite strong. They chopped clear through,” Naruto made a chopping motion with his hand. “Right with an axe.” All the murders had been just like that. “Ah, what a pretty girl, too. Shame.” Two men-dressed similarly to the constable began to move the body around, preparing to get it out of here before morning business began. God forbid someone chance across it.
“Ah, Detective, sir-this is a male.” One of them said. Naruto blinked, once, twice.
“…Oh.” The murders had all been reported as males, though had given no indication to the victim’s…er…style of dress. Had they all been this effeminate, cross dressing even? Naruto watched as they moved the body and the head separately, still hardly able to believe that the body (and head, couldn’t forget that) belonged to a man. Crazy things, these days. Crazy things.
“Sir!” There was a new voice from the end of the alley. “Someone just reported--” The voice was out of breath, sentences broken. “Another attack--” Heavy breathing “Axe--” Again, a pause. “He got away, the victim-alive”
“My God! Two attacks in the same night?” The constable seemed shocked, disgusted. Naruto however, was intrigued. A survivor, an escapee? Wonderful.
“Well, take me to them.” He received a strange look from the constable. “If he is indeed a victim, then the murderer will surely be back to finish the job. Who knows how much time I have before he’s axed? I need as much information as I can get.”
“Very well.” The constable said. “We’ll take your carriage to the station.”
With that the constable and Naruto departed, the cabby urging the horse along, hoping to earn an extra tip if he got there quick enough. Naruto practically burst through the doors of the dimly lit station in his half-euphoria.
“Where is he? Well, where is he?”
Feel free to drop me a line on aim or msn. I love me some roleplaying, so don't be scurred. <33333