Trustfell 4: Trust Fall or Die Hard (
trustwellness) wrote in
trusthell2017-01-27 12:00 pm
First.
| The past five days have come and gone, though exactly how easily they've done so is debatable; some have been trying to press onward in their optimism and faith that things will get better, while some seem convinced that things will only go downhill from here. However people have chosen to see it, though, clearly this week hasn't been all bad – after all, attempts at encouraging unity among the group seem to have been at least reasonably successful. ...Seem to have been. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock, and the building is quiet. It would seem that maybe the night passed reasonably quietly – were it not for the large red smears on the walls and floor of the southeastern side of the dormitory. It looks like somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and took some initiative of their own. >Explore? |

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Don't mind if he just picks it up to inspect it, then!]
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Pretty much as soon as the fox picks the item up to inspect it, he drops it again with a surprised noise. Not because he actually hurt himself on it or anything but because a sharp object covered in what could more or less be blood is a bit shocking.
He bends down next to it though and carefully picks it up this time to look it over.....
...what is it, exactly? A knife....?]
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He probably can't figure it out alone though, as much as he'd just love to figure it out and get the glory and whatever, he'sssss not an investigator. Looks like Hopps over there is about done though so he'll just have her help him instead. Maybe she can see something here that he can't or have a better idea what it's from or.... something.]
Uhh... Carrots? You might wanna come look at this.
[He'll hold it in his paw for now as he waits for her to come over.]
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...and there's Nick calling to her just as she walks off, holding something. ...What?]
What did you find?
[She asks as she looks into his paw, her brows furrowing as the light glints off the silver piece of something there.]
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[The fox holds it out a bit more for her to see, showing off the small chip.]
It looks like it came off of something else... but it's covered in that red-stuff--- did you guys figure out what was by the way? It wasn't blood, right?
[Heightened sense of smell is one good thing to have here... and he definitely didn't smell anything super blood-like despite those stains.]
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[In the meantime, Judy veeery carefully picks up the chip from the center of Nick's paw, holding it in her much smaller one to get a better look.]
I don't think it was blood though, no.
[Speaking of not-blood...Judy's going to look a little closer at this chip for a moment.
Is the red stuff on the chip the same as what caused the smears? And, can Judy tell at all what material the chip itself might be? Or is it just a nondescript silver piece?]
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She looks back up at Nick, holding the chip out slightly.]
It's metal, whatever it is. We'll have to get a bag from the kitchen to put it in.
How in the world did you see this?
[She didn't, like...think you really were a cop, or even cared to look for anything, Nick.]
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Impressed?
[It was a tiny little chip on the floor.. but seeing as he's a fox, his eye-sight is pretty great... it's nothing to actually toot his own horn over.]
I'm surprised you didn't find it first, seeing how you're closer to the floor.
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I was looking in a different part of the hallway. I'm surprised you were looking at all.
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[Nick says this as he straightens up and starts following, because he just can't seem to leave her alone. Plus, she has his evidence in her hand still.]
What kind of officer would I be if I just sat on my butt while everyone else was investigating, huh?
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Officer or not...you did find some crucial evidence. Let's get this bagged up before something else happens.
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[He says that with a smirk as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his uniform, and walks at a brisker pace to head for the kitchen first.]