Jack

OOC: No I left Sharas with you Than I sent you To The Dr. 's Place THen Went home
 
Dr. Moreartie

The Dr. was siting His Desk In A Cigar Jacket Looking over A file. he looks up at Waters " can i help You Sir?" He says With AN amussed tone " WHy as Scotleand Yard Come to my home ? I am No longer In the bissnuss of Crime. Sherlock Holmes Made sure of that." He smile as he looks at the detective . " Pleas speeck Detective. Why have you come?"
 
Waters nodded in agreement, feeling a bit nervous talking to this man.
"Actually, the head of Scotland Yard wanted me to come down here. You might have heard from the paper's that a serial killer is on the loose. He's killing innocent women out on the streets. Well, I am not quite sure why, but the Chief wanted me to come down and talk with you. You being a genius doctor and all. Do you have any information, clues, anything would be helpful for this case, anything at all."
Looking Moreartie in the eye he watched his entire body as he spoke. Sometimes even the slightest thing can trigger if someone is lying or not.
 
sarah flirted with everyman that came close . even if they had a women with them. but she was careful with the ones that came to her to make sure it wasn't the basterd who killed her friend
 
Dr. Moreartie

"Well Sir I was a thef The best there was in fact , But I am No killer. And now i just sit inside my house. i don't go out looking for Whores To kill And slice from limb to limb." He says With elagance. his Faceil and Body fetures never changeing. ANy other questions Sir Or will you beleaving Now.
 
Waters nodded, motioning towards the butler.
"You have said enough. I thank you for your time."
He went out, following the butler. He stopped at the front closet, gathering his coat and things.
"Does the Doctor recieve the daily paper?"
"He recieves the local paper, yes sir."
"Do you mind if I have a copy?"
After a minute he was given the paper. Waters nodded, stuffing it into his coat. He decided to go home for the night.
It was a long and cold walk. The warm August night sky made it a lovely evening, but for some reason Derek felt cold all the way home.
He carefully went upstairs to his own small apartment. Unlocking the door he stepped inside. The place was a mess, papers scattering everywhere. He had just completed moving and hadn't had a chance to clean anything. Clothes hung from barely recognizable furniture. He sat down, atop of a aging couch. The paper crumpled in his coat. Carefully he took it out.
At the second page was the story he was looking for. Nearly a dozen bodies now linked to a possible serial killer. Prostitutes being the target. He read it over twice.
Just as he thought. No reference to the weapon. He remembered the professor specifically leaving out that information to the public.
Yet, Moriartie specifically said those prostitutes were killed and sliced.
It could just be a coincidence, or a possibly leak into the press. In the latest story he heard nothing about it though. If he had something to do with it, he would know.
Waters shook his head, just something else to add to this entire confusing case. Sighing, he blew out the candle and fell into a distant sleep.
 
Dr. Moreartie

After Wters Left The dr. Re opepnd the file he was looking at be for the detective had come. He then Finish Planing and going over his next Crim All he need now was to macke sure Jack keeped the Cops Busy Wile he Sto the crown jewls.
 
Sarah walked with mary back to her room and hugged goodnight. Sarah fell asleep on the bed that she had made a few messes on that night. She smiled in her sleep and rolled over.
 
Ooc: I was waiting for another ripper murder, but it's all right. I'll just go with what I have.



It was very early. Waters was just wiping the sleep from his eyes as he walked into Scotland Yard. Walking over to his desk he sat down. The notes from his previous trips scattered overhim.
More and more evidence, and yet it still pointed to absolutely no one. They weren't even sure it was a man. Many people had their own theories, and while some were more far fetched than others, they all couldn't be ruled out.
At least not yet.
Filing down the rest of his morning work he went to his captain to get the morning assignments. The lower section was his again today. Smiling, he wondered if he might step in for another talk with that Sarah woman. She seemed so nice.
His morning office things done, he got ready to make his rounds.
Walking out of teh station he made a mental note of the dreary morning. It should get better though.
 
Sarah lay in her bed after waking up thinking about the murders. She swore that if he killed anymore people she would have to get after him . she knew in her mind that he/she would strike again.
 
Jack

dear diary september 8 1888

I was walking down the street. stalking my next victem. She was by herself , yelling down the street to her other whores. I watched carefully as she picked up the front of her dress and itched her inner leg. showing the bottem of her pubic area. I licked my lips as she lowered her dress and walked toward Hanbury street. I plastered on my fake smile and stepped from my hiding spot behind a house and walked up to her. "hello" I had said " what a nice evening isn't it. "
"yes it is . Thats why i love working at this time. when th sum is just coming up. its so pretty." she smiled and steped closer to me . "whats your name ? "
"my name is Jack. "
"jack, what a nice name . "
"and what is yours?"
"Annie . Annie Chapmen. "she leaned over and switched her body weight to her left leg. "are you looking for something or just wanting to chat?" I moved closer to her resting my gloved hand on her neck. Kissing it gently she moaned and pushed her neck more into my mouth. I grinned though my kisses and placed the knife blade agaisnt her neck and sliced her throat. She gagged and tried to walk past me. I laughed and pushed her on the ground.
"This is for being a nasty fucking whore!" I cried and pulled her skirt down and pulled her shirt up. having no time for her to relize whats going on i quickly sliced her abdomen and pulled her intestines out and threw them over her shoulder . she died without screaming , which was a good thing , i didn't want any trouble. I smiled after my work and felt a thing growing in my pants . I believe i have earned what i did next. Masterbating over her liveless body just made me even more ... well you know ... and i loved every moment of it . I kissed her dead cheak and walked away. One more dirty slut gone . I have done a good job
 
Waters gave a nice smile, getting up from the small escapade. An overturned apple cart and a small boy lay in the street. He had made sure the boy was safe, just a scratched knee is all.
"So, what happened here?"
The cart vendor quickly explained a runaway horse that had knocked over the boy as well as the cart. Since he couldn't really arrest the horse it seemed like a harmless accident. The cart was fine, more or less, and the only thing really wrong was a couple of bruised apples. He took a few pounds (is that right?) from his own pocket.
"You have a nice day."
Making his way back to the station he was greeted by a familiar scene. Many people running around, frantic. He stepped up to a few conversations. Another ripper murder.
Hah, he knew it. The man had struck again. Waters stepped inside, grabbing his pad and a pencil off his deck. The captain already gabve him the orders.
"Hanbury Street," he wrote the address down. Waters was out of there in an instant, making his way.
The street was littered with people, he stepped up to the body. Flies buzzed around, landing on her open eyes and her cut stomach. He saw her entire intestines hanging over her shoulder. He shuddered, taking a step back. This sight was much more cruel than the last.
He began writing down frantically. Cut throat, cut midsection. Inner guts purposely taken out. He looked down at her. It was a horrible sight.
The rest of the scene seemed normal, unchanged. Waters turned around, shaking his head. He didn't want to see any more. The whole ordeal was making him sick. He didn't feel as if there was anything else here anyway. From what he knew of the Ripper already, clues weren't something he left behind.
Waters asked a few people who she was.
Annie Chapman.
26 years old.
Prostitute.
He asked her friends about her last customer, if anyone was her regular, odd things happening to her lately? A few names, but no real leads.
This was geting stupid. The cops were chasing phantoms. Even they didn't know what was going on. Neither did Waters for that matter. At least he had a few things to go on.
The intestines also intrigued him. He kept it at the back of his mind as he made his way back to the station.
 
Sarah leaned out her window when someone called for her. Luciel was calling up to her. "can i come up?" she seemed pale and shacky. Sarah urged her up. A few moments later came a soft rapping at the door.
"Come in" Sarah called out as she got dressed out of her nightgown.
"Sarah... hi." Luciel smiled a smile whitch sarah knew was fake.
"Whats wrong?"Sarah took a step toward Luciel , letting her nightgown fall to her feet.
"Its Annie..." Luciel lowered her head and cried. Sarah rested her naked hand on her shoulder...
"What?"
"shes dead" Sarah was shocked . Her mouth gapped open
 
John O'Hair

He sat at his desk reading the reports Waters had given him He read the report On moreartie . "this guy Is involved Some how iknow it ."John Thought Than it hit him morearetie Was A dr. in Psycolgy And the paitints he had be for he started his life of crime Were loones peopel with bad demons. He decide to dicuse his thoughts With Waters . Even thought he traind Waters the boy was A naturel Hes Could be even beter than O,hair Himself.
 
Sasrah cried . she couldn't understand what was going on. She just knew she was going to get revenge
 
"Yeah, Professor, you wanted to see me," he said, popping his head in the door.
 
John O'Hair

"Yes Derek i did want to see you. I just thought of some thing Moreartie use to Be A docter Of psycology He had alot of patients with bad demons. What do you think."
 
Waters stood front, nodding to what the professor had to say.
"Well, I admit his cases weren't exactly the cream of the crop, but I don't know for certain if it has anything to do with this ripper case."
He nodded towards the morning paper, "Actually, he did give me a bit of information. It seems as if someone has leaked through the reports to the press about how these women are being murdered."
Walking out of the room, he paused, "He says he has no information, but who knows if he's lying or not. You might want to go question him yourself, he should be more intimidated from the head of Scotland Yard.
"Something did strike me as interesting. If he has been reading the papers about these murders, he's certainly following it very closely. I'm not sure what that means, but I found it odd."
He wrapped up his report, "That's all I found out."
Waters rolled his eyes, basically nothing. Same as before, a lot of circumstancial evidence, absolutely nothing solid.
 
Mary knocked on the door. "sarah?sweety are you in there?"
sarah stuffed her head into her pillow"yeah, I'm here"
"may i come in? "Mary shifted her weight to her left leg. The floor boards bent making a little squeak under her. She looked at the door and it slowly opened. "Are you ok?" Mary stared at the little opening which held one teary eye staring at her with a shock of sadness.
the door opened all the way and sarah walked into Mary 's arms. Mary wrapped her arms around sarah's neck and let Sarah cry on her shoulder"it wasn't right." She sobbed.
"no it wasn't. let me in , we'll talk about it " Sarah led mary in and sat on the bed. she grabbed her pillow and hugged it on her chest. Mary hugged her again and rested her head on sarah's shoulder looking at sarah's knotty hair as she spoke "its ok now . hes gone and maybe he'll never come back."
Sarah jumped off the bed and threw her pillow to the floor"no! he killed two of my friends and i know he is going to kill more, I can feel it.
"baby , he can't just kill off your friends. he doesn't know you. " Mary coaxed her to sit down.
"how do you know?" sarah sat down and let mary rest her head on her shoulder.
"I don't know baby. i really can't say i do"
 
were is everyone .......... i seem to be all alone ... all the pages i go to have stopped posting . whats with?
 
OOC: Sorry i have been Playing one of My friends Post its pritty Good Its Tech inc. And Things slowd down
 
Some things have died up, and others are just beginning. Don't worry Raisa. I bet, if you put this idea up in a few months, you'll get a wonderful response. I know I'll want to be a part of it again.
Trust me.
 
it shouldn't die yet! we have our players right here. we can still play :(:( please ...
 
well, maybe you can question people..*cough*Sarah*cough*
examine the body closely . .. get in a fight... get romantic with a girlfriend or somethin ....there has to be something , if only we had more people! I thought people would love this topic, a murder mystery with a little of a lot of things oh well.. we'll just have to deal, right?
 
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