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Vol. 1 Hands on Murder part 12-b [Apr. 12th, 2007|11:16 am]
The Gumshoe Gumption

[Current Location |Second Floor]
[mood |predatory]

Huldah whipped her head around so quickly the resounding crack of her neck filled the stairwell in a weird echoy way.


"Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to scare ya..." Mladen paused, and shifted his eyes around the room, then dropped his voice to a conspirtual whisper. "Have you...by any chance...have you seen my lego space ship? I hid it somewhere, and now I can't find it."

"Your...? Oh, um, no. I haven't."

Huldah's heart started to beat normally again, and a wicked grin spread across her face.

"Have you checked in the workshop, Mladen? Or main storage?"

"Hmmm, no I haven't." Mladen paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned and left the stair well with a bounce to his steps.

This could get interesting, Huldah though, and if I play my cards right...maybe...just maybe...I'll get a promotion after all...I mean, if there are no floor mangers left, they'll need to hire new ones, right?

Huldah quietly slipped up the stairs and continued up to the second floor. She ducked into the office and went into Cirra's office, noting that both Cirra, Elizabeth and Morona weren't in. She opened up one of the desk drawers and shuffled around, and smiled again when she found what she was looking for. As she left the office, she noticed a cashbox had been left sitting out. Huldah quickly opened it and grabbed a handful of fives and jammed it in her pocket. Might as well, she thought, and smirked, as she left the office.

As she was casually strolling across the floor, the lights suddenly went out, plunging the museum in semi darkness.
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Vol. 1 Hands on Murder part 12 [Apr. 11th, 2007|03:03 pm]
The Gumshoe Gumption

[Current Location |Cowering by the stairs in the basement (near the hose)]
[mood |scaredscared]

Huldah backed out of the workshop so quickly that she banged into the door, no doubt leaving an ugly bruise behind on her shoulder. Her eyes were wide and wild - it wasn't the shock of seeing Aziza and Filbert doing the nasty that sent Huldah's mind reeling, but rather the shock of seeing someone, someone she knew, someone she worked with, lurking in the shadows...and was that the glint of a knife she had seen?

A high pitched soft hissing stream of swear words tumbled out of Huldah's mouth. Flight or fight kicked in - fuck em all, she thought and she ran, careening off the walls in her panic.

Huldah ran past the main storage room and the booze room, fumbled the door to the stairs open and dropped to the side, hoping she was hidden. Her breath came fast and harsh - she really should quit smoking - and her eyes were so wide they all but bugged out of their sockets. And she listened, straining to hear anything over her gasping. Huldah held her breath, and in the silence that followed, she did hear something, or rather someone. Someone breathing behind her, someone who was trying to be quiet, but their irregular breathing betrayed the excitement.

Huldah whimpered, quickly stifling the sound with her hand. Who was it? It couldn't be...could it? Oh shit, shitshitshitohshitohshit

A hand dropped on her shoulder, and her heart seemed to explode.

[Sorry for the delay!]
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Vol. 1 Hands-on-Murder, Part 8 [Feb. 7th, 2007|10:14 pm]
The Gumshoe Gumption

[mood |scaredscared]

...An empty office. "Damn", she thought, "Must be at lunch still". Disappointed, Elizabeth headed past her desk and down the stairs into the basement. She was sure Leah would be somewhere down there; that’s where she always liked to hide out on rainy days like this and Elizabeth could really use someone to vent to.
She was amazed she didn't hurt herself wandering thru the mazes of crapped strewn about the basement. "Someone needs to do some organizing around here", she thought, "some serious purging is in order. More than just stuff, there's certainly some people to be gotten rid of too". Elizabeth smiles to her self at the thought of certain individuals being swept out the door like the clouds of dust and mice on cleaning day.
Rounding the corner into “the main crap holding room” as she and Leah liked to call it, Elizabeth heard the squeak of the paper cutter. “Leah!” she called, squinting in the dimly lit room, expecting to see her docile friend hard at work, but there was no one. She walked around towards the sink and felt something rolling, a ball maybe, against her foot. Elizabeth kicked at the object, it was heavy and made a slurping noise. She looked down to see two terrified eyes staring back at her out of her co-workers decapitated head!
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Huldah's Discovery [Oct. 19th, 2006|01:19 pm]
The Gumshoe Gumption

[Current Location |In the basement]
[mood |deviousdevious]
[music |Kids running around upstairs]

I stepped into the elevator as it finally came up to the first floor. Patting my apron for the keys, I impatiently jammed the key in, turned it, pressed B and pocketed the keys once again. The elevator gave a lurch and headed down into the basement. I didn't let my smile show until after I had disappeared from sight.

I stepped off the elevator and breathed in the musty smell. Wrinkling my nose slightly, I walked around the corner. I could hear the familiar whirling of the laundry coming from the main storage room. Walking into the room next to the workshop, I snuck up to the window that looks into what was most likely Aziza and Filbert's filthy little love nest. Normally there is a fan there to vent, you know, whatever, but it was broken and had been removed just a few days prior. Smiling at my stealthiness I peered in.



I smiled again, after a moment of cursing under my breath. I pictured myself walking into the workshop and dramatically flipping on the lightswitch to catch Aziza and Filbert doing their dirty little deed. I quickly practiced a few looks of shock, imagining their own looks, imagining Aziza's pretty little mouth twisted in anger and then fear. Aziza doesn't know yet, but she is going down.

I walked around the corner to the workshop, flipped on the light, and screamed.
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