[ Being a biologist's assistant with a palm covered in burn scars at least means you almost always have at least one glove on you.
At the knife, she raises an eyebrow. Honestly, she'd rather stick with the stake after that reaction, but if she's looking for something that won't be traced back to her, someone else's weapon would almost certainly be better. ]
Why would I do that? I'd rather not be stabbed with a stake. Call it a personal indignity. And what would you do if someone had seen you remove said stakes? You would surely be caught immediately.
You've decided to kill me. I could possibly engage with you in self-defense, but that's hardly a role befitting a detective. It is within my rights to help you create a truly worthwhile mystery, however. Therefore, I shall do that instead.
You understand, right? I won't stand for having a rusty object shoved in me while I sleep like some vampire. If you're going to kill me, you better make it good.
Have you even thought about what to do when my blood spray hits you? --Wait here. I have some plastic bags you can wear. They'll keep your clothes clean.
[ She'll go ahead and take the knife, then, and look it over, still keeping Erika in her peripheral vision.
While a part of her can feel a bit of respect for this level of dedication to an ideal, when it comes to what that ideal actually is, she can't understand the mindset at all. Who would go along with this for the sake of making a good mystery? It almost feels like it's cheapening the sacrifices others have made. ]
Do you have a preference for where I do it? You want to make it look like the killer was left-handed, right?
[sighs, as if she's so put upon] Here... this is what we'll do. I will lay down on the bed. First, put on the garbage bags and take off your shoes, put them on this side of my body, then wrap your bare feet in more bags. Then, stand on this side of me here... drive the knife firmly, right here.
[she pulls open her corset a little to draw an outline on her abdomen.]
You'll hit a kidney. I'll go into toxic shock and be dead within a few minutes. Let the blood run out until it forms a puddle around your shoes. People will come to the conclusion you were standing there, and it'll appear I was stabbed with a left-handed assailant while I slept.
When you're done, take off the bags, step into your shoes, and walk back out the window. Take the bags with you and hide them where no one will find them. If someone just finds messy bags somewhere, you're finished. Get back to your room, wash off the blood, and hope no one can tie your shoe size or shoe pattern to the puddles.
--You didn't think to bring someone else's shoes, did you?
I only really felt like breaking and entering once this week, and somehow I think asking to borrow someone's shoes the day before someone else showed up dead would raise more questions than it would prevent.
[ She'll go ahead and get into her designated position, but she doesn't get into the plastic immediately. ]
If you're about ready, would you mind closing your eyes? I'd prefer it if no one's last image of me was one where I'm draped in bags.
No, no no. You can't afford the extra movement to the sink with my blood leaking everywhere. Just leave it behind. It will hide the fact I cooperated with you and make people think I was drugged.
[ She quickly gets the protective plastic situation under control, and then there's a brief pause -- not because of any second thoughts or moral dilemma, but to cut off a small piece of duct tape from the nearby roll and press it down over Erika's mouth.
After her whole spiel about it earlier today, it only seems appropriate. ]
Good night.
[ And with no hesitation at all, she plunges the knife in. ]
[Of course there was no controlling her movements after she was stabbed. Her eyes bulged open, in tremendous pain, and she tried to cry out, trying to rock herself to sit up but not having the strength to do so, for some reason.
Namely, lacking the life to do so. Blood poured out of her wound and onto the bed. Erika's face would grow steadily more pale as she passed out from the shock of having a kidney punctured.
After a minute or two of convulsing, she would go quiet, still.]
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[She wasn't totally unfazed by any means, her eyes watery and face red.]
Really, this crude manner of killing is just insulting. Did you put any thought into this? At all? Do you even have an alibi?
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[ Still definitely present tense. ]
I've planned it out, yes, though I can't say I have much of an alibi. But I'm sure I'm not the only one.
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You assume? Mais, non! You must have an alibi. At least some accomplice to vouch for you.
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[ So. Yeah. ]
I wouldn't trust anyone here enough to risk that.
[ One comes close, but... ]
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No one. I thought it would be easy to inconspicuously dispose of is all.
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...Listen, I'm going to help you, since it's obviously your first murder.
[She moves to pull a knife from the inner folds of her dress.]
Use this. Have you got gloves at least, so you don't have fingerprints? Which arm is your dominant arm?
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Yes, and right.
[ Being a biologist's assistant with a palm covered in burn scars at least means you almost always have at least one glove on you.
At the knife, she raises an eyebrow. Honestly, she'd rather stick with the stake after that reaction, but if she's looking for something that won't be traced back to her, someone else's weapon would almost certainly be better. ]
You're not going to try to stab me with that?
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You've decided to kill me. I could possibly engage with you in self-defense, but that's hardly a role befitting a detective. It is within my rights to help you create a truly worthwhile mystery, however. Therefore, I shall do that instead.
You understand, right? I won't stand for having a rusty object shoved in me while I sleep like some vampire. If you're going to kill me, you better make it good.
Have you even thought about what to do when my blood spray hits you? --Wait here. I have some plastic bags you can wear. They'll keep your clothes clean.
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All right.
[ She'll go ahead and take the knife, then, and look it over, still keeping Erika in her peripheral vision.
While a part of her can feel a bit of respect for this level of dedication to an ideal, when it comes to what that ideal actually is, she can't understand the mindset at all. Who would go along with this for the sake of making a good mystery? It almost feels like it's cheapening the sacrifices others have made. ]
Do you have a preference for where I do it? You want to make it look like the killer was left-handed, right?
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[she pulls open her corset a little to draw an outline on her abdomen.]
You'll hit a kidney. I'll go into toxic shock and be dead within a few minutes. Let the blood run out until it forms a puddle around your shoes. People will come to the conclusion you were standing there, and it'll appear I was stabbed with a left-handed assailant while I slept.
When you're done, take off the bags, step into your shoes, and walk back out the window. Take the bags with you and hide them where no one will find them. If someone just finds messy bags somewhere, you're finished. Get back to your room, wash off the blood, and hope no one can tie your shoe size or shoe pattern to the puddles.
--You didn't think to bring someone else's shoes, did you?
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[ She'll go ahead and get into her designated position, but she doesn't get into the plastic immediately. ]
If you're about ready, would you mind closing your eyes? I'd prefer it if no one's last image of me was one where I'm draped in bags.
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Are you going to leave the poisoned rag behind?
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Or is it some rag that belongs to you personally?
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You had better pull this off.
[she'll lie down now, face up]
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[ She quickly gets the protective plastic situation under control, and then there's a brief pause -- not because of any second thoughts or moral dilemma, but to cut off a small piece of duct tape from the nearby roll and press it down over Erika's mouth.
After her whole spiel about it earlier today, it only seems appropriate. ]
Good night.
[ And with no hesitation at all, she plunges the knife in. ]
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Namely, lacking the life to do so. Blood poured out of her wound and onto the bed. Erika's face would grow steadily more pale as she passed out from the shock of having a kidney punctured.
After a minute or two of convulsing, she would go quiet, still.]