Murder Case #1

Gilbert flinched. That guy's laughter is so loud and it gave him another headache. It seems that they will not come back anytime soon.

(Hey how about listing down what you guys have found out so far? Maybe like a report?)

(Yeah. I think we should do that once we finish getting all the evidence/clues, or more specifically from the witness. If there is one.)

Alfred's eyes lit up as he looked at Yao, "Dude, that's possible! I guess we documented all the evidence out at the scene. Any reports on witnesses?"

Yao looked down at his little Shinatty-chan notebook that his younger brother gave him a long time ago"The only one would be kit-- I mean the cat and that perverted albino over there aru" he pointed to where gilbert was. "And the person that found this, but was not here to see anything HAPPEN aru." He put his notebook down.

[[A roleplaying group? With me in it? That I'm supposed to be active in? Pshhhh – sorry for disappearing; I don't even have an excuse ;;v;; ]]

Sadik pulled out one of his few remaining cigarettes before retreating to whatever shadows were within distance to the plethora of police officers and cars. His mother's haughty, accented voice rang in his ears, repeatedly reminding him of the dangers of the western world. Never go out past eleven unless in a vehicle. Unfortunate that Sadik couldn't be blessed with such a luxury just yet. Though that was a far more minor dilemma then the scene at hand, even if they were related.

Yao saw the man coming near. "Sir, can I ask, did you witness anything? Or are you just passing by aru?" (Going to bring you into thiss..... o3o)

The spectacled officer turned his head and spotted a man possessing a cigarette. He looked slightly familiar, as he can be a civilian whom Alfred would occasionally see while patrolling. He heard Yao questioning the civilian, asking if he had witnessed anything. He waited with Yao for a response.

Yao looked over the civilian, maybe not. He talked to the man and bowed a little. "Just a passer by aru."

Alfred furrowed his brows and frowned in dissatisfaction. He was hoping that they'd finally have someone for interrogation.

"Oh, alright."

[[Um, um, I was part of the planning for the roleplay – just about to post and apparently I'm not a large witness anymore?]]

[Sorry about that, just ignore those two posts. Perhaps you can post again and answer Yao's question, starting after my paragraph that ended with 'He waited with Yao for a response.']

[*was confused* JUST.. LETS DO THAT AGAIN :'D BEFORE I GET MORE CONFUSED~ <3]

[[Thanks – 'n sorry for that little conundrum. =v= ]]

Stirred from his quasi-hidden state by an accented question, he instinctively bit the end of his cigarette, scowling as a result. As the uniformed man approached Sadik noted a second, different voice in his mind, looping one statement. "Act cool, act cool, act–". The Turk began to question his sanity.

Turning to address the officer in as formal a way as possible, (not a simple task for someone who lived in nonconformity) Sadik relayed the conversation he had thought out in his mind for a fifth time that morning. He had stuck out of the way as best as he could for the entirety of the investigation, but weighing his chances Sadik decided leaving would make him more a suspect rather than a witness. As much as the Turk would've done to be back in his studio, Allah forbid he became negatively involved in crime.

Steadying his breath and regretting ever deciding to keep his mask on, Sadik stepped out the broken cigarette and replied with a clear voice, "A witness of the crime, officer," recognizing the forwardness of his statement the Turk continued. "At least, in part."

[=w= aru]

Yao raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean in part sir?" He said, getting out his little Shinatty-chan notebook from his shirt, ready to write anything that would be in value. "And my I ask your name? And to be formal, I'll address myself, I'm Wang Yao, you?"

Clearing his throat at an attempt of dignity, Sadik wiped the sweat on his palms on his pants leg. "I was walking by at the end of the scene," the Turk's hands moved as he talked, voice dropping lower after a pause. "I was only here in time to see two men flee the scene."

A second time, Sadik coughed and cleared his throat, voice raising to a normal tone once more. "The name's Sadik Adnan, officer."

Yao nodded and scribbled down some notes. "So, Mr. Sadik, did you happen to see what those two men looked like, by any chance?"

A weary expression crossed the Turk's face for a moment, questioning himself. His observational skills were not known for being keen in the first place, nevermind in the wee hours of the morning. "They were too shady to note anything descriptive, but I remember a distinct curl on one man's head." Sadik nodded, debating reaching in his pocket for a second cigarette.

Yao slowly nodded. "okay then aru, Thank you for that." He scribbles more on his notebook. [Sorry guys... Problems at home,, again]

With blue, cogitated eyes, Alfred scanned over the notes that Yao scribbled down on paper.

"Dude, who do you think it could be? There are tons of people who have curls on their heads."

Yao crossed his arms and leaned on the nearest wall. "Well, who do you think it could be though aru? I mean there ARE but, who is involved in something...?" He sighed. "It could be someone we have in our records, or some new person, or things like that." He played with his pen

Gilbert, as if he can hear them, wonders if he can be released, he obviously does not have a curl and is a victim too!

Yao sighed at the little they have to chase after, but it was really better than nothing. "So, Alfred, what do you make of it all aru?"

"I guess we just have to interrogate everyone in the city who has both a criminal record and a curl on their head," said Alfred, "I also took a closer look on the knife that might help us. It said 'Di Stefano' on it."

Yao looked in his notebook quickly. "Alfred, you don't happen to know any Italian that JUST happens to have a curl do you aru? " He looked in his little notebook to see if he put something down.

Alfred puts both his hands in his pant pockets and stares intently at the sky, looking as if he's recollecting his thoughts.

"I know two Italians," he said, "but I think it's the mafia guy who acts like he has a stick up his ass."

Yao looks back at his notebook. "Then we have our first lead aru, lets go find him aru!"