Kachi
Just a lowly apple.
@Skychild
That day, no one benefited from the things that had taken place.
There had been a murder. One among police, no less. Those of the force who had taken night shifts and were loitering around the station heard it first. A set of gunshots, two shots to be specific. It startled everyone. Murders in the police station were practically unheard of. Who would do something that could be so easily found out? But whoever had committed the crime did so surprisingly well. When the officers arrived on scene, which they did quickly, not a soul was there. The only person present was the man on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood, a bullet hole in his leg and in his head, the latter seemingly from point blank range. The culprit was no where to be found, but the gun certainly was, deposited at the poor victim's feet.
That gun happened to belong to one of the newbies of the force, and they had no reason to assume the novice in question hadn't perpetrated the crime. Thus, it wouldn't be long yet until she was brought in.
Meanwhile, oblivious to all of this, Aedus sat alone in a cell, thinking about something with an intent look on his face, blue eyes directed towards the ceiling. Everyone was in quite a fuss, he could hear the commotion. He wondered if something had happened, and if so, what? The young male brushed back some of his dark hair and folded his arms, tipping his head back as he leaned against the cell wall, figuring that if something really had happened he'd be able to pick up on it during lunch, when he was allowed the time to interact with the other fools stuck in these stupid rooms.
That day, no one benefited from the things that had taken place.
There had been a murder. One among police, no less. Those of the force who had taken night shifts and were loitering around the station heard it first. A set of gunshots, two shots to be specific. It startled everyone. Murders in the police station were practically unheard of. Who would do something that could be so easily found out? But whoever had committed the crime did so surprisingly well. When the officers arrived on scene, which they did quickly, not a soul was there. The only person present was the man on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood, a bullet hole in his leg and in his head, the latter seemingly from point blank range. The culprit was no where to be found, but the gun certainly was, deposited at the poor victim's feet.
That gun happened to belong to one of the newbies of the force, and they had no reason to assume the novice in question hadn't perpetrated the crime. Thus, it wouldn't be long yet until she was brought in.
Meanwhile, oblivious to all of this, Aedus sat alone in a cell, thinking about something with an intent look on his face, blue eyes directed towards the ceiling. Everyone was in quite a fuss, he could hear the commotion. He wondered if something had happened, and if so, what? The young male brushed back some of his dark hair and folded his arms, tipping his head back as he leaned against the cell wall, figuring that if something really had happened he'd be able to pick up on it during lunch, when he was allowed the time to interact with the other fools stuck in these stupid rooms.