The Phantom of Maple Circle [Mystery RP]

[THEBIRD]

(( Sure, if you could find someone, or would be willing yourself, to cut her open and check out her insides. I'd suggest getting the approval from the Mayor, or atleast the owner of the hotel. ))

"Fingerprinting supplies?" Michael frowned, thinking about the tools needed for that. "Well, we don't have anything high-tech like that... Perhaps you'd just like some ink? You could imprint your fingers with that... Or maybe some clay? They make wonderful key imprintations."
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"Detective Agency?" Madam Rosina raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes at Nick. "You have questions for me? Are you saying that you are suspicous of an innocent lttle lady like myself? As God as my witness, I have done nothing wrong."

[Max Headroom]

"Yes, those are fingerprinting supplies. Now can you demonstrate the fingerprinting abilities of the clay?"

[Dr.Hobo2]

"Oh no, we don't suspect that you are a...erm...suspect." Nick tried to not show how nervous he was. This old woman is really grinding me down here! "I just need to ask you a few questions and I will be on my way." Hopefully

[Wolfpika]

((Wow Boa, you sure do make the popular rps of the year.))

Name: Xander Firewood
Age: 38
Personality: Laid-back, genius, and thinks of others before himself. Leader qualities.
Appearance: Red-firey colored hair. Cut really short and mini spikes all over. Green eyes, deep set, jaws average, 5'11, and slim. Muscular as well.
Bio: Xander was the best CIA agent in the country. However, he retired due to the organization "losing its fun", Xander was trying to get a vacation at Maple Hotel, when he comes along this investigation of the phantom.
Other Info: Even though he's on vacation, he still does take precautions, CIA rules were programmed into his brain apparently. He brought a 9-millimeter desert eagle, GPA, cell phone, and mini stun grenades.


((summary please?))

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Xander was in his usual Billabong flame t-shirt and jeans. He had his luggage bag in one hand while having his "precaution" equipment in the other.

"Hopefully, I never do this again." Xander walked up to the Maple Hotel and asked the man at the front desk.

"Hi. I would like to check into a room for about month so I can see the halloween fesitival. Is there a room available?" He asked politely.

[THEBIRD]

(( I know, it's weird... Pretty much everything you need to know is in the first post. All the clues, people, places are all there. Everyone's out doing their own thing, forced to be part of the detective crew by the Mayor. You can begin by entering the Hotel and talking with the receptionist, Mary Wright. ))

"Oh well, you could mold a hand from it, but I doubt you could get a nicely done fingerprint. I've never tried it, though. I'd stick with the ink. But, to be honest, I'm not very good with stuff like that," Michael admitted.
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"If I am not a suspect in whatever crime is being committed these days, then why the need for questions?" Madam Rosina asked, moving past Nick now, seemingly more relaxed now, to polish a trumpet.

[Max Headroom]

"Even if I do get the ink, I'll still need something to extract the fingerprint that needs to be examined. Is there anything here I can use for that (i.e. powders and such)?"

[Wolfpika]

"...Miss...Miss Wright? Is that your name?" Xander asked again, feeling like the lady wasn't responding to him at all.

[Dr.Hobo2]

"Well, you may just have some information that could be essential to solving the murder." Nick said feeling a little bit more relaxed. "Now, to begin, three days ago did you go to Genreally Open to buy some sleeping pills?"

[Wolfpika]

"MISS!" Xander tried shaking her.

"Jeez, am I talking to myself?"

[THEBIRD]

Mary looked up from her computer. "Oh, I'm sorry sir!" she apologized. "I was just very busy with my blog... I've been checking into the- Er, nevermind. I can get you your room as soon as the owner has a quick word with you. I'll buzz him in." Mary buzzed Tom Mann in, and he walked out of room 001 a few moments later.

"Hello, welcome to our hotel," Tom sighed. "Because of Mayor Scotch's new law, all peoples staying at this hotel must join the detective team created to stop the killer on the loose. If you have any questions, please ask Mary Wright, our receptionist here a the Maple Hotel." With that, Tom walked back out, seeming annoyed.
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"We have... baby powder," Michael replied hesitantly. "Would that work?"
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Madam Rosina's eyes widened at the word 'murder', but she quickly attained her usual decorum. "I do not remember buy sleeping pills," she stated blantly. "Why is this important?"

[Max Headroom]

"That depends, what color is the baby powder?"

[Dr.Hobo2]

"Well, one of the clues found at the murder scene was an almost empty bottle of Generally Open sleeping pills." Nick said. "It was bought three days ago and whoever had went and bought any could very well become a suspect. Now about my other question, do you know a girl named Sage?"

[THEBIRD]

"White," Michael replied. "That's the only color baby powder we sell."
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"Sage? No, I've never heard of her," Madam Rosina replied, now polishing a french horn, farther away from Nick.

[Max Headroom]

"Hmmmm.... Do you have black dye?"

[THEBIRD]

"No," Michael replied, "only the Costume Shop sells dye. You can still buy some ink from here, and I can give you directions to the Suit 'Em Up, Costume Shop. Well, it's the black and purple building a few shops down."