WN: Welcome to the first ever joint project between Feyfangirl and the lovely Kisatine! We hope that you will enjoy our collective efforts First up is Kisatine, with her chapter A new chapter from your's truly will be in soon Anyhow, enough rambling from me, enjoy Note, here is a link to her profile: u/903830/
Chapter 1: Imitations and Accusations
12:05PM. A Cheap Flat. Bathroom.
Water hisses, rains down from the water head. A woman leans over, soaked and clad in only a towel, running a comb through her hair.
A door opens and closes in a room next to the bathroom she's in, she glances up once.
"That you?" She calls out as she reaches for the shampoo bottle. She thinks she hears someone call out yes, she replies. "Just get started for now, I had a little accident with my hair so I'll be out in a few. It's prosecution interview number three, right?"
No answer. But a rather high baritone voice began singing, shrugging, the woman continued washing her hair until -
"Urgh!" She yelled out, shampoo had trickled into her eyes and it hurt like getting kitty litter in there, cursing, she began washing her eyes out with water.
12:15PM A Cheap Flat. Living Room/Bedroom.
Singing. A person's back is turned, someone is sneaking up from behind, shadowed. A gun is raised - the singer turns around.
12:20PM.( Someone really needs to give this flat a lick of paint). Bathroom.
The woman starts, tightens her towel around herself while the other hand holds a hand towel to wipe her eyes, which are red, sore, narrowed. Her surroundings are blurred as she stumbles out of the bathroom.
12:22PM. How much did she pay for this flat? A dollar? Living Room/Bedroom.
"Em, are you alright? You didn't knock over one of my tricks, did yo -" A gasp. A scream which devolves into a whimper.
The face is no longer there. The corpse is a woman, wearing a magenta suit; the paper napkin cravat soaked in blood, by her head is a short haired silver wig, revealing brown hair underneath. She's lying on the floor, by the sofa-bed, reaching out for something that is no longer there. The young woman, now looking much younger than before as the horror finally descends on her, is covering her mouth, stepping away from the body.
A gloved hand clamps down onto her shoulder, holding her in place, the nozzle of a spray waves over her eyes - and sprays - she cries out as her eyes are harmed again, falling to the floor and clutching her face as her attacker raced away. Police sirens wail.
The next day…..
11AM. Jail Cell.
"Let me out you - you, tadpoles! Frogs! I'll turn you into spawn!"
The current guard in charge of the cells sighed in exhaustion; Miss Kat Nep had been screaming for Hell to come and burn them all since yesterday. He'd only been here for an hour and he felt like jumping out of the window; where did the youth get their lungs nowadays? All he could handle was a quick 'shut up!' once a week at unruly prisoners and, unfortunately for him, he'd used his on Monday.
"At least give me some clothes! I've been stuck in this towel the whole night - give me my hat or I'll flash you for your whole shift!"
Well, what are you supposed to do when someone says that?
Get the hat of course!
Kat Nep plonked the stereotypical witch hat atop her head and crossed her arms, mouth tightly pursed as she glared at the guard's back. A little calmer, she asked,
"When do I get to call for an attorney?"
The guard jumped, perhaps frightened that she might threaten to expose herself again, and shrugged.
"Now, I suppose?" It didn't really look as if she could afford a top notch one...
"I need him to be my defence. He needs to hear what I have to say."
"Because the real killer is a Takarazuka singer, a woman who has made herself look and sound exactly like the defence attorney Phoenix Wright. And the victim was supposed to look like Miles Edgeworth!"
Kisatine :OOC: Dun Dun dun! .
Feyfangirl: Well, what do you all think? Please read and review, once I get home from college, I intend to have the next chapter done, till then… *Heads of to the secret headquarters for more plotting*