Post by Vitalia Isabel Lupo on Jul 16, 2011 13:55:48 GMT -5
tell me something, something that can move me
don't tell me lies, i swear you're gonna lose me
big like an ocean, jealous of the fish it feeds
your devotion swimming inside of me
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Elvis the King Spaceport was not the best place for Izzy to wind up since thousands of ships come here in order to refuel, but she honestly didn't have much of a choice. Though her luck only got worse as she had missed her flight out when she got off the ship in order to just walk around and see what was around. Probably because she doesn't like sitting in one place for too long. Needless to say, her wandering got her caught up in a little mystery of a crying man and his lost love. It was rather easy to solve, but the ending was not very pleasing since the poor woman the man loved had been killed, and Izzy had to report this back to him. It was devastating to watch, so she walked off shortly after telling him and while she gathered her thoughts before returning to where her ship was, it had already departed. Left upon the spaceport, Izzy decided to go visit New Memphis since she believed she spent far too long on the port already. With July was coming to an end, Izzy got herself a room and slept through the night only to be woken by a scream. Startled from her sleep, Izzy went to investigate, not bothering to get out of her long white night gown that fluttered against her body with each step she took. Reaching the room the scream had come from, Izzy was stuck staring at the scene of a mangled body, reminding her of the poor woman she had found just the other day. The house keeper who found the body rambled on about how the room was suppose to be empty since the person who rented it had checked out at noon. "What did the man look like?" was the only question she could think of and the woman wasn't quite sure. Honestly, she couldn't think of any little helpful detail about the man, almost as if her memory of him was wiped, but that thought seemed too ridiculous to be true. The law enforcement of New Memphis arrived, but Izzy still felt an obligation to figure out what is going on and when the detectives spoke to her, she didn't tell them about the woman's body she found yesterday. All she did was answer their questions with a word or two. 'Course, that didn't help Izzy's desire to leave since she was stuck solving a mystery of two murders and the detectives also wanted her to stick around. 'Wonderful, now I have two reasons to stick around in an area that is frequently visited by thousands, if not millions, of people,' she complained to herself.
Dismissed by the detectives, she was told to call them if she could think of anything else. Not wanting to lie, she just nodded her head in an understanding nature before heading back to her room. Normally, Izzy would just go back to sleep, but since this was the second murder, that she knew of, she was afraid a third would come before she could wake up from her slumber. So, she got dressed instead of snuggling back under the covers of her blankets upon a very uncomfortable bed. Slipping into a pair of dark purple stockings, her knee length brown skirt, a pair of black boots that went a few inches past her knees, and her beige blouse, Izzy felt almost ready to tackle this mystery, but she needed just one more piece to her attire, her goggles. Snatching them from her bag, she set them upon her head and let the goggles rest upon her platinum blond hair that rested around her jawline and just above her eyebrows. There were also dark bags beneath her hazel eyes from the lack of sleep she has been getting lately, yet she didn't seem that overly tired as she tucked her blouse in and strapped her dark brown belts around her waist. Upon her belts was a small bag that she stuffed her room key into and her journal. She didn't feel like leaving that lay around since anyone would be able to read it if she didn't take it with her. Ready to head out into the world, she put on her black and red fingerless gloves then trotted out into the world, leaving her bag behind as she secured her hotel door, double checking it just so she knew everything she owned was safe in there.
The detectives were still there and talking to everyone in nearby rooms, so they were too busy to notice Izzy walking away from the crime scene and head down the stairs to do her own investigations. Already she had more clues than what the detectives did since she knew full well this was not the killer's first victim and something about both victims screamed as a connection to her. Both had brown hair, looked to be about the same age, and they were both killed in a manner that seemed to be personal, yet somehow Izzy believed that the two victims didn't know their killer. 'Course, she only figured that out recently with the latest kill since she heard that the woman was a prostitute, yet the first one was just a wife. And, it was also clear that both victims were not killed where they were found. Each scene looked staged, as if trying to send a message, but Izzy honestly couldn't figure out what it was. 'Course, since she was in deep thought, she barely realized the person coming up the stairs in a bit of a hurry, neither noticing the other...
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