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As Charles finished his theory, the glass walls faded away until they were replaced by that same concealing wall, with some faint noises audible in the distance as Jones pulled out his own key-card, just before he pushed on another glass door and it gave away, letting them enter the Greene Casino, which had high ceilings, patterned floors and flashy walls checkered with red and yellow paint. Although the Stock Market focused on looking professional, the casino was exuberantly designed with a large oval window on the back, two floors of slot machines on Jones' left and a fancy red carpet decked out with a yellow woven Fleur De Lis. Making his way through the blaring noises of the slots, Jones looked around and saw a young woman who couldn't be older than age of 30, who was minding her own business as she miserably sorted out some chips within a chip collecting tray behind a desk.

"Hey, partner, do you want to get to work on questioning the woman or look around these table games for a lead? I'll cover whatever you're not taking," Jones inquired, as he stayed out of earshot of the lady, who was wearing a uniform consisting of a red tie and a white shirt underneath a beige button-up suit which displayed the Greene Casino logo on her right breast. Her black hair was fastened into a ponytail that curtained over her left shoulder and she had applied some lipstick, with Jones not knowing if that was part of the uniform or not. The casino had already been emptied for some strange reason, possibly because of the crime that had just occurred in the stock market and the players had long since abandoned the table games, some balls and chips still lying astray across the Venetian carpet.

Objective 5A: "Go to the Greene Casino through the glass hallway on your left." is completed!
Objective 6A: "Interrogate the Casino Worker about anything that she may have seen." has been added!
Objective 6B: "Search the table games at Greene's Casino for any potential leads." has been added!
Jones suddenly took note of the lack of a murder weapon, having not noticed that before and recording it in his notebook as they stepped through the glass hallway, Ramirez carefully pushing the body through the revolving door as they stepped through some automatic doors. The glass hallway was in the shape of a horizontal cylinder, with the first part of the hallway being similar to a tunnel that you’d go through after exiting an airplane, before the team took a set of stairs in order to reach the main part of the hallway, which opened into a cylindrical spiral of glass panels, where the team could see the other denizens of the district scattering about underneath them.

As they walked through the hallway, Jones turned to Charles, deciding to ask him about the case itself. “Now, here’s an idea that I got when I was looking over the keycard, as I think the killer intended on stealing the victim’s key-card before they used it to enter the stock market,” Jones commented as they walked down the metal flooring. “That’s proof enough that it’s pre-meditated, for sure. As for the chip, I don’t get why stock traders are so addicted to gambling. They play around with their money all day for work and then play around with money all night for fun, wouldn’t you agree? Plus, I did notice something on his body when we passed by him. As far as I know…” he would pause, pulling up one of the pictures on his phone, “I didn’t see any damage on his head, neither did I see any signs of a scuffle on his fists. I suspect that the killer probably took him off-guard when he tried to kill him or injected him with something.” Time and the autopsy would tell if Jones was actually correct in his deductions, as Jones looked out of the tunnel and upon the traffic of the street directly below him.
As Charles searched through the wallet, Ramirez would cut the body down from the stock machines after snapping a few quick photos of it from some angles and taking the body into a bag, at which point he would drag it off to be searched. Jones would quickly catch up with Ramirez, passing him the ID Card of Samuel Rye and asking him if he could search it for prints. Ramirez obliged and took the items away, leaving Jones to watch Charles look through the wallet.

As he would do so, he would find a few dollar bills, Samuel's driver's license and finally, a Purple Chip, labeled for the Greene Casino in crisp, yellow print. "Hey, that's one of those high roller chips," Jones noted, tilting the chip around in his hand and tossing it up in the air to test its authenticity. "You don't really see a lot of these in the casino and for me...one of these would cost me an entire week of my salary." He let a small groan, as even though his pay wasn't too bad, it could certainly use a bit of improvement.

This most likely noted that Jones gambled once in a while, but he did get a peculiar idea from looking at the chip. "If our victim really was a gambler, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look around the casino and see what we can find, unless you have more leads you'd like to check out here." He motioned towards the glass hallway on their left, which didn't require a key-card as they were exiting the stock market and not entering it, but would certainly require one if they were entering the market.

Objective 3A: Find the victim’s body at the stock market and send it off to the coroner is complete!
Objective 3B: Search for any of the victim’s belongings around the body is complete!
Objective 4A: Search through the victim’s wallet is complete!

Objective 4B: "Wait for Nathan's Autopsy to be completed" has been added to your book!
Objective 5A: "Go to the Greene Casino through the glass tunnel." has been added to your book!
As Charles looked around the stock market, he would notice the vast complexity of the stock market, as the small entrance way opened into a large glass building surrounded by pillars of concrete and marble. Several fancy stock machines outlined the center of the palace, with each one flickering through colors of green and red. Potted plants and expensive scenic architecture lined the walls, as even the benches carried an air of fancifulness to them. A glittering glass elevator stood behind a fountain, a symbol of the future and of some potential executive activity which might lurking up above. Glass hallways mirrored the left and right side of the technical masterpiece, each one leading to a different business owned by this "Greene" fellow.

Most importantly, Charles had already taken notice of the victim, who had been struck down within the center of the room, his tongue hanging outside of his mouth in a lopsided manner that tainted his face and his arms raised up into the air as he hung from a stock machine, fibrous ropes being strung around his pale wrists as they were tied to the top of the stock machine. One might also notice the intense amount of blood on the floor, mixed in with his entrails, as a large cut was slashed through his body, his innards forced out upon the fancy marble flooring, a juxtaposition of fanciful life and bloodstained death. A light minty smell wafted up from him, possibly from some sweet gum that he might have been chewing prior to his death.

Fortunately, most of his organs were still intact, but Jones, calm as ever (this meant that he wasn't calm in the slightest), took note of a key card tossed upon the floor, which he picked up and looked at, seeing a familiar face gazing back at him...the face of the victim, whom Jones could now officially call "Samuel Rye", as his key card displayed his name, his Class 1 status and his Stock Trader ID, which was a string of 10 digits that were publicly displayed in black print. Inserting it in a plastic bag that he had on him for evidence storage, he set it within his pocket as he approached the body, seeing that Charles was already questioning Ramirez.

"I'll be right on it with those people...and the key-cards? You'd be quite right to suspect that, the only people who could've entered or exited this stock market would be people with a key-card! It's only for the stock market, though, the branching casino and hospital are open to the public," Ramirez nodded, recording the state of the victim within his book. "I've done a quick perimeter check and since none of the shatter-proof glass was destroyed, you can bet your life that the only way to get in would be a key-card!" While Ramirez went off to secure the area with some yellow police tape and his trusty megaphone, he gave Charles a reminder to let him know when he was done with the body. "Nathan wouldn't want the body to be a pile of rot when it gets to him!" That was another one of Nathan's quotes, the fresher, the better. However, if Charles was exceptionally perceptive, he might happen to notice a small brown wallet by the victim, one which may have fell out of his pocket after he was strung up like a puppet.
Ramirez tilted his head up from the hood of his car as he got out, scampering over to Officer Charles before he addressed himself, "Officer Eduardo Ramirez, reporting for duty!" Now that his welcomes were out of the way, he passed an important keycard to Charles, fishing it out of his pocket. "It's a good thing you didn't try to open that door, Charles. You'll need one of these keycards to open the thing, all of the stock traders need one since the security in this city is air-tight," he replied as he passed it to Charles, the irony being apparent as a stock trader was murdered right from within this "safe" building. Jones was also out of the bus and had tried to opened the revolving door himself, but it simply denied his access and politely asked for a Class 1 key card, before he took one from Ramirez. "Sorry that I couldn't you get a Class 2 one, but those are only for the executives of this company and we're still getting the paperwork filled out on that," Ramirez stammered as he put the cards away, inserting them into the pocket of his black pants. With that in mind, it looks like it was time to fulfill King's orders before the body became contaminated.

Objective #2: "Get to the Stock Market, whether it's through a bus, a train, a taxi or a car." is now complete!
Objective 3A Added: Find the victim’s body at the stock market and send it off to the coroner.
Objective 3B Added: Search for any of the victim’s belongings around the body.
Chief Samuel King sighed as he watched Jones get dragged out of the door by Charles, who seemed very intent on solving the case with that newfound fire in his eyes, even though Jones wasn't looking at him as Chief called out to them. "Fine, I'll page the information over to you once you're on the bus," he called out, turning back to his usual pager, which was connected to the black walkie talkies that the detectives had on them. All of the coroners and analysts used it for sending information about certain pieces of evidence over to the detectives, but he used it on occasion if he had something dire or important to tell them. He still spoke into the pager, speaking out an important message. "You won't need to report to the briefing room for today, but you must head to the crime scene at once. It's at Greene's Stock Market, down at 60 Main Street. I'm sure I won't need to repeat this information, but as usual protocol states, you'll need to secure the crime scene, find the body and search around for any leads," he spoke into the pager before disconnecting it, before reclining into his black leather seat for those few fleeting moments of safety and silence.

Objective #1: Attend King's Meeting: Complete!
New Objective #2: Get to the Stock Market, whether it's through a bus, a train, a taxi or a car.


Jones was still being dragged across the police department as he waved Office Ramirez goodbye, the junior officer giving a smirk before he walked out the back of the room, most likely headed to the garage in case he needed to bring a cadaver or some evidence back to the station from the crime scene. Since he knew that Charles had a "fear" of driving, as Jones would sometimes put it, he decided that taking the bus wouldn't hurt, even if they would be a few minutes late and his lunch money would take a hit.
I've updated the entire document with some brand-new images to make it up to par with the other roleplays! As usual, we only need one more officer to get this roleplay going (although there's no cap on our officers), so please help out with the final push if you can!
Chief King was a busy fellow, but he glanced up from his desk and looked over at David, addressing the other detective as Jones in order to prevent any mistakes. He glanced at the clock before deciding that giving out some information before the briefing wouldn't be so terrible. "As a matter of fact, you're mostly correct. I would have expected some dignity from this part of town, but I'm afraid to state that the grisly crime that's occurred at the stock market is quite a grievous one. Although we're free from the organized crime of the Industrial District, this posh district is rampant with murders, mostly stemming from people's financial greed." As a matter of fact, this district was actually the second most dangerous district, if King didn't count the constant amount of times that they were called down to the University to clean up whatever mess the students left behind after going mad with alcohol. He sighed, before asking Jones, "Have you checked with Ramirez about Tony's files? I want to make sure that there's no loopholes left for the man."

Jones immediately replied in a sound tone, sure of what he was about to say. "The odds of Tony breaking out of prison or abusing some loophole are about as slim as Salvador crawling out of his grave, sir," Jones informed King. "I've checked with Ramirez and although he has the chance to appeal to a higher court, I wouldn't count on it. We've recorded his confession from court and we've pocketed all of the evidence that he had on him into the evidence locker." King seemed fairly pleased with it and gave Jones a commendation, just as the clock ticked forward by another minute.
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Detective David Jones: Alan Bernard

Detective David Charles: chrissyjh

Detective James Jackson: theportalninja

Detective Alec Musqwa: MooseWho22
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