Elm Street

((INSERT PICTURE HERE IF YOU WANT I DO NOT REALLY SEE MUCH POINT TO IT THIS IS JUST GONNA BE THE STOMPING GROUND OF ONE OF THE SOULS ERIDAN HAS TO CATCH))


*a young white carapace leaves his house and heads off to work*

'Well This is a lovely morning i musT say'

'i wonder if The new boss ha---'


*the young carapace is interrupted by the gun shot to his forehead from behind*

*the killer crouches down and carves the carapace's house number on his chest*

*the killer then moves on, disappearing into an alleyway*

((Aww, shouldn't this be part of the city?))

((Also, I just made the slums...))

((i thought we could have multiple streets here, you cannot do that by putting the suburbs in the city))

((also cool))

((Oh, good pint, I see what you mean))

*three murders have happened since the first victim*

*all with the same modus operandi*

*the police are stumped as no evidence has been found, the bullets have all been removed from bodies and no prints were found*

*the elm street killer still stalks the suburbs, he plans to move on to another street soon*


*just one more murder to do*

((Permission to introduce a Detective?))
((or is this something that is a one person thing?))

((this is one of the evil souls eridan has to find and catch))

((so we already have a detective sort of))

((i mean you could be a detective but you would have to hand the killer over to eridan))

((unless you catch me and eridan has to break into prison to get the spirit!))

((wow that is a really good idea please make a detective!))

((If we have a detective, there has been at least one murder in the slums as well))

((I just thought you should know))

((Ok, detective it is!))
A bespectacled Prospitian wearing a dark coat stands above the latest body. No. 37, the Reasonable Reactor. A good man. The Bespectacled Prospitian gestures to the forensic scientists. He has seen enough. He walks over to his companion.
"4th Death so far GG. How many more do you suspect?"
His companion, the Gracious Gent takes a quick glance too the crime scene.
"I think its going to be a couple more, maybe just 1."
"Just one? BP says quizzically. "What gave you that thought?
"Well, the numbers on the victims have been 20 units away, they've been counting up, and the numbering in this section of the suburbs goes to 127, who has already been killed."
"Well then killing RR was a mistake." BP responded.
"Possibly, but we just don't know yet do we?"
"Point taken."

*bp overhears a gunshot in a nearby alleyway*

'Oh shit.' BP says, running with GG too the alley.

*the killer smirks from his hiding place, the guttersnipe he paid to shoot that gun did admirably, he hopes the detective like the gift of the murder weapon he sent him*

*he goes towards the body shooting the flatfoots standing nearby with a silenced pistol*

*he carves the badge numbers of the police into their chests and searches the body of his victim for something, swearing when he can not  find it*

*he gets up and runs off, his hood falling from his head so anyone near enough could see his face*

*suddenly a radio, that was not there before,is not plugged in, and can not be turned off*

*it lets out a burst of static before it settles onto a certain radio station*

*a calm voice rolls out across the room saying A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.


Hello listeners. *

BP and GG are inspecting the body when suddenly a calm voice flows out of a alleyway.
BP reacts alot more, his head sticking up. He smilies dramatically and says "Cecil, you beautiful genius."
They follow the noise.

((there was no body, the killer paid a kid to shoot the gun and then run off))

((sorry should have made that clearer))

((you are now in possession of the original murder weapon, feel free to find any ecto goop or finger prints or w/e, any evidence should point towards a series of solved cases from a few years ago where the perpetrator was put to the chair/hung for his crimes))

((Oh, well ok.))
((So, we're following the fake guy here?))

((up to you))

((Aw fudge, not decision making.))
A hooded figure comes into view, holding the radio and hitting it over and over again in an attempt to make it stop. "Stop right there!" BP shouts, pointing the crime scene's gun at the hooded figure. He winces slightly. It is a tad sticky. GG draws his AK407 at the figure just to stack the dangers.

((I am slightly upset noones coming to the slums))

((Do you people have a problem with poor people?))

((We got dead people, too you know?))

((And we got a mysterious radio or some shit))

((You should, like, totally come check us out))

((Sorry bro, I'm being the detective for here until a suspect or something takes me to the slums))
((Get ya own Detectives!))

((Hehe, that's totally fine))

((I already had something planned on how to get someone to the slums))

((I was mostly just joking))

((is the hooded guy me?))

((because i do not have my hood on at the moment))

((if it is then eridan's job just got much harder))

((I doubt it, taking control of your character like that would be...))

((Well, not very nice in a RP))

((I assume it was "the guttersnipe [you] paid to shoot that gun" that the detectives went after))

((I'm sorry, I don't really know. The guy who was wearing a hoood early. or something.))

((So... the main killer?))

((I don't think you should control him, he's Silcks character after all))