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Post by River Song on Mar 1, 2015 14:09:04 GMT -5
Seth was intrigued. He loved hearing about this stuff.
I found out about this one murder a while ago. It dates back to 1973. It wasn't ever connected to another murder, but if you read all of the files, you'll see that all of these murders have a similar style, and that the face of the criminal witnesses recalled is always similar. But the thing is these murders date back to early 20th century, and the most recent happened only six years ago... yet the murderer barely ages, and doesn't die. Isn't it odd?
Seth was shocked. He had to figure this out. He got up and ran out of his house. He ran back to campus and to Christopher's dorm He banged on the door.
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Mar 1, 2015 15:11:29 GMT -5
As soon as Christopher sent Seth all of the files, he went offline. Bummer. He had liked talking to Seth about the case, and he didn't really have much to do. He sat at his computer for a few more minutes before he heard a loud banging on the door to his dorm.
"Just a minute!" Christopher shouted, getting back into his wheelchair from the wooden chair in front of his desk. He made his way to the door and unlocked it. Pushing it open, he saw Seth standing at the door, looking out of breath.
"Oh, hello," Christopher said. "Erm... would you like to come in?"
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Post by River Song on Mar 2, 2015 11:12:30 GMT -5
Aaron put up a figure "Just give me a minute. I ran from my house. The whole way." He braced his hands on his knees and leaned over breathing heavily. He stood up and walked in "Okay so let me look at the file. Where did you say the first murder was again?"
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Mar 2, 2015 11:18:26 GMT -5
"Just give me a minute. I ran from my house. The whole way."
Christopher laughed a bit. After Seth cooled down, Christopher let him in, pulling out the chair at his desk for Seth to sit in.
"Now, why'd you run all the way here?" Christopher asked.
"Okay so let me look at the file. Where did you say the first murder was again?"
"Ah, 1923 was the first one," Christopher said, grabbing his laptop and pulling up the folder which contained the case files. "Here are all of the cases over the years. I only sent you three."
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Post by River Song on Mar 2, 2015 11:21:17 GMT -5
"Okay so the first murder is said to have taken place... In our school" Seth's brow furrowed.
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Mar 2, 2015 11:23:37 GMT -5
"Okay so the first murder is said to have taken place... In our school"
Christopher nodded. "And the rest happen all over the place, a park, a supermarket... a theatre." Christopher shuddered a bit at the last one. He remembered it all too well.
"But, anyway, what do you make of it?"
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Post by River Song on Mar 2, 2015 11:34:54 GMT -5
Seth shook his head slightly "Well it's quite peculiar, I'll tell you that. It's quite impossible unless the murder tradition is carried on from one person. Quite the inheritance. Unless..." Seth's eyes widened. It was impossible. No. He couldn't go after Victor. But he couldn't let Christopher down. He was a friend and clearly had an emotional attachment to this. "Come on. We're going on a field trip."
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Mar 2, 2015 11:39:53 GMT -5
"Come on. We're going on a field trip."
Christopher looked up from his printout of one of the files. "But- but it's three in the morning!" But Seth looked insistant. "Okay. Where?"
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Post by River Song on Mar 2, 2015 11:41:23 GMT -5
"Professor Shaw's house." He had a smirk on his face as he threw on a jacket.
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Mar 2, 2015 11:45:08 GMT -5
"Professor Shaw's house."
"Erm... okay..." said Christopher. He went to the door and opened it, letting Seth out behind him, and then locked it.
"So. Do you know how to get there?"
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