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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 18, 2010 15:07:33 GMT -5
"Get me a scalpel." He said, and the nurse gave him a scalpel. "And get him moved to a bed!" Some guys in a red scrubs moved him into a surgery room. "Alright..." He said, and he started to move his hands and started to do work on his back, "Ok... this is weird."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 18, 2010 19:55:27 GMT -5
Mark: Oh come on, you digging in my shoulder. Just get it done with. *Mark bit his lip, this pain was nothing comparing to what Trucido did to him, but pain was pain and well, it... hurt.*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 18, 2010 19:58:55 GMT -5
"I know, but I am not a surgeon, yet It seems I know what I am doing." He said as he extracted the bullet. He placed it into a pan, and started to close him up. "I think you will be fine. I think that this wound won't leave a scar." After he sew him up, the nurse clapped.
He looked up, and the scenery had changed. He was in a large Earth city, and when he looked down, there was a dead person where Mark was. He stood up in shocked, and looked around. There were people surround him, separated by a yellow tape. A woman in blue walked up to him and whipped, "Are you sure you can do this? I mean after your wife is dead because of the Saturday Strangler." she said.
"I...will be fine." He said, as he rubbed his head. He looked around and saw some bright threads in the man's hair. He picked it up and looked at it.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 18, 2010 20:23:52 GMT -5
*Suddenly it was like be thrown through a door, taking a quick look around his surroundings he gulped.He patted his fist finding a wallet, pulling it out he found that he was a lawyer. If they had to play their roles to get through this Mark would have to act cool, getting shot again wouldn't be so cool.*
Mark: So, er.... *he glanced at Yeligar.* Detective... what do we have?
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 18, 2010 20:39:12 GMT -5
"I think I have some threads from a rope." He said, as he handed them to him. "I think that the murderer used this." The female cop looked shocked as she looked at it. "You found something from the rope?"
"Is that good?"
"Yea, he is getting nervous and now is making mistakes. Lets take it to the lab." She said, then everything black, and the noise, Dun dun. Yeligar and Mark were in a lab.
"...How did we get here?" He asked as he looked around.
"Well, it looks like that this rope is a special hemp type of rope." A man in a lab coat said.
"Ah, and is the place close?"
"Only one place makes this rope in this city." She handed Mark a paper. "Can you get a warrant?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 19, 2010 11:39:14 GMT -5
Mark: Uh... *he took the paper glancing at it for a moment,* Yeah, I'll be right back...
*Mark wondered out of the door, he'll have to find a way to get that warrant.*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 19, 2010 11:56:31 GMT -5
*In a judge chamber*
"So, you want a warrant for a hemp store?" The elderly woman asked, "I can see this backfiring, but what evidences do you have to prove that?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 19, 2010 12:01:01 GMT -5
*Mark quickly pulled out some of the evidence.* Ma'am, that rope comes out of only one store in this city. So with that we have rights to believe that store is holding more evidence, possibly the killer.
*Mark was happy, on his way here in the taxi he had schooled himself with lawyers, by playing the one and most helpful games. The Phoenix Wright series. Granted it was about a defense lawyer, but in the end he was sure it might help...*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 19, 2010 12:08:42 GMT -5
"...I like the cut of your jib." She said, "Alright, here is your warrant." She signed a paper, and handed it to him.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 19, 2010 18:16:18 GMT -5
Mark: Uh... thanks? *Mark said taking the warrant then quickly returning to Yeligar.* I got the warrant! *He yelled to Yeligar, he was told to meet him in front of the shop.*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 19, 2010 22:51:29 GMT -5
"Great." He said as he suddenly appeared in front of the store. " So, what do we do now? Go in, or what?" He asked as he looked.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 20, 2010 11:18:17 GMT -5
Mark: Yeah, we can go in and look around for any further evidence. *Mark nodded walking over and opening the door,* come on.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 20, 2010 19:09:36 GMT -5
"Right. He said as he walked in. The bell rang, as they entered the room. The man turned around and said, "Hey man, congratulation, you two are my first customers." He said.
"Oh, so then that means..." He said, as looked around, "That means you are the only person that had access to this rope. YOU KILLED MY WIFE!" He started to reach for his gun, and the man pulled out his gun.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 20, 2010 20:31:21 GMT -5
*When Yeligar pulled out his gun, Mark could understand his rage. He was going to make no move to stop him... then he shook his head, Yeligar didn't even know his 'wife', he's never even got to hold her hand or anything.* Wow... *Mark thought, Yeligar could get into his role well. So with that thought in mind he better get into his role... then the man pulled his gun out and aimed it.*
Mark: Shit, Yeligar. MOVE! *He yelled jumping out of the way. It sucked not having abilities. Suddenly everything seemed to change, things got brighter and there was a sudden scream for help.*
Unknown: Mario, HELP! *The scream came from a young women in a pink dress being carried off by a giant turtle.*
Mark: WHOA! *Mark sat up, he was in bright green uniform with an incredibly ((and awesome)) mustache. Looking over at Yeligar he couldn't help but laugh at him...*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 20, 2010 20:49:25 GMT -5
Yeligar looked at the man in green, and asked, "Mark?" He asked as he stared at him. He felt his face, and felt a mustache. He stood up, and he was shorter than Mark, but he didn't care at the moment. "I feel blocky... Well come on, we need to save that woman!" He said as he started to run.
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