PROMPT Picture Challenge #30: Murder

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Roleplay Invitations
One on One Roleplays
Posting Speed
One Post a Week, Slow As Molasses
My Usual Online Time
Afternoons, evenings and nights.
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Female, Androgynous
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Both. I usually start off a bit more passive while getting used to the world and my character(s), but once I feel like I know my character(s) well I usually feel very comfortable with becoming more aggressive.

I like it if both parties can do things for the plot and create new characters, both villains and heroes. If you are completely passive, we might not fit each other.
Favorite Genres
Historical, fantasy, magic, horror, supernatural, survival, vampires, demons, pirates, mutants, ghosts, romance (FxF, MxM, MxF) (Romance should be part of the plot and not the whole plot in itself), etc.
Genre You DON'T Like
Scifi. Mecha. Combat. Overly action oriented stuff. Overly ecchi or sexual (Characters can have sex, but fade to black is a must.). Slice of life (I need something to spice up the rp, like supernatural stuff or a fantasy/historical setting. Otherwise it gets boring real quickly.)
INFO: They say that a picture can tell a thousand words. How many can you find?

Each week a new image will be posted, and your challenge will be to write whatever the image inspires you to write. It can be anything as long as it relates to the picture. A plot, a scene, a short story, a poem, a character, etc. You can write as much or as little as you wish. It's not the length that matters, it's what you put into it. There is no time limit to these challenges, so feel free to jump in at any time.



Till Death Do Us Part

"Leonardo Cole, what can you tell us about your employer's last days?"

"It's Master, for one. And two, you may call me Cole."

"Okay, Mr. Cole, what can you tell us about your Master's last days?"

"Well ,You boys should already know how things like this are. it's really hard to say when it all began. I mean, the way it lead to...that. It could've started anywhere with anyone. Master Crane wasn't always the best of men, especially with his position in life. The power of being a successful oil baron rooted it's way into his mind. He was always nice to us servants, but I could not say the same for his business associates."

"Cole, I'm sure you've heard of the allegations against Gabriel crain, of his apparent handsy attitude or forced sexual relations amongst the female staff?"

"Ahhh...yes. Those nasty rumours. I would assure you, those allegations are nothing more than spiteful workers who were fired for poor performance, aiming to dirty the good Master's name."

"Rumours? We have eyewitness testimonies..."

"You Detectives preach to find the truth and solve crimes, but I'm starting to see you'd fall for anyone's word...especially his."

"Do you mean Orlando?"

"Yes! I mean that mut. The good for nothing bodyguard the Master hired. Honestly, he was a slob and rather dull witted. No matter how many times I told him to stay out of the kitchen because of unhygienic ability to shed hair without needing to think about it, not that he could muster the brain power to release hair. You know, if I had half a mind I'd say he did it. Just pushed him under the water until the bubbles stopped showing because the Master had told him no to something. He was always like that, growing mad over every little thing that didn't go his way."

"Cole, Orlando wasn't even at the estate when Crain passed. He was running errands for him, for dinner. Besides, we've yet to confirm the cause of death."

"What do you mean you've not confirmed it's obvious how he died! He was drowned in his own bathroom!"

"Well, other members of staff have reported Crain had a spike in symptoms dealing with arsenic poisoning. They said he seemed rather dazed, confused, and even noticed his hair was shedding ever so slowly. And to add, his near pale complexion doesn't help the case either."

"Ridiculous, he was probably sick then."


"The Master usually sent messages through the mut. I barely got to see him in the past few months."

"I see..well, other than the Orlando, do you think of any of his business associates that would have harmed him?"

"Too many to count. He was always having to make sacrifices on partnerships and forging new ones...poor Master."

"I see...What about Mr.Phibes? Would he have harmed your...Master."

"Phibes? He could have, although, he probably would have gone though a more obvious route...Like with the poisoning! Phibes doesn't have much for force nor does he have any backbone as a businessman, so if your poison theory is true, he's your likely man."

"But if the poisoning is true, it looks like it was done more over a span of time rather than an immediate reaction. Phibes has alibis off not being around Crain for at least half a year. In fact, he said he was only here to see him for the day."

"Master....but if not Phibes, then I don't know who would of wanted to cause harm to my beloved Master."

"Mhm...well, if we have any more questions, we'll be back."

"Please do, I won't frame from withholding the truth."

"Good day."

"Good day."



"....Wait, what!? Someone call an ambulance!"​