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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Feb 14, 2011 0:36:37 GMT -5
Antonio pushed open the doors that lead to the Dining room. He looked around the room first before completely stepping in, just in case the killer was inside, waiting.
He took a few steps in before stopping and waiting for the other members of his clue searching party to join him.
A cold chill washed over him at the memory of the murder. 'There goes my chance of finding a good job through this "party"...' He thought to himself. The sadness of the event was almost too much for him to handle, since he's a normally cheerful person.
Looking around the fancy room, he decided that he should start taking in how it looked so that if later, anything was out of place, he knew it would be a clue. "Guess we should start looking, sí?"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Feb 14, 2011 21:57:54 GMT -5
The room didn't look too out of the ordinary-- high ceiling, long oak table; large windows with flowing curtains on each side. It was an average, everyday dining room.
Well, if you were rich.
That was besides the point, of course; since whoever owned the manor obviously was wealthy-- it didn't take a genius to figure that one out.
Lovino let out a long sigh, plopping himself down into one of the furnished, dark-cherry oak chairs; resisting the urge to throw his feet onto the table. This whole thing was stupid, in his opinion. Why did they have to search the house? The smart thing to do would be to call the police-- but noo.
It wasn't like he was scared or anything; he didn't get scared. Especially not over something like this.
With a glance, the Italian turned his attention over to the one who had spoken-- the annoying guy from earlier.
"Yeah, have fun with that."
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Feb 16, 2011 17:27:47 GMT -5
Antonio frowned slightly at the shorter male. 'So uncute...' he thought to himself as he turned to begin looking for any clues that could of been left behind.
Every so often, he'd look back at the other male who made his presence known but decided to just sit around instead. If it didn't look like he had a present scowl on his face, Antonio would almost think he resembled his little brother. He turned back to the task at hand, making sure not to move anything as to preserve the crime scene.
"You know...the fact that you don't want to help is a little suspicious...should I be scared for my life?" He chuckled a little, knowing that by the looks of the other he wouldn't be killed, or even hurt that bad.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Feb 21, 2011 1:26:59 GMT -5
The only reason that his gaze lingered for any extra amount of time was because he was surprised-- usually anyone would have gotten angry with him for not helping out, for being rude, basically being himself in general.
Whatever; this guy was probably just too stupid to care.
Shrugging the thought off, Lovino turned to amuse himself by taking in the room-- not to look for clues; there just wasn't anything else to focus on. Whoever owned this place really liked to keep up appearances, noted the Italian, with the multiple paintings lining the pristine walls-- some of them looking to be fairly expensive. Then again, what did he know; they could be from a pawn shop for fuck sakes.
The sudden voice of the other occupant in the room caused him to jump a little-- he'd nearly gone and gotten complete absorbed in the vast room; forgetting he wasn't the only one there.
"If I don't want to go out of my way to help you; what the hell makes you think I'd put any effort into killing you?"
Though he didn't say anything about the other fearing for his life. Lovino would hurt him if he needed to.
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Feb 22, 2011 15:06:55 GMT -5
Antonio laughed at the comment made to him by the other male in the room. He had to say, this guy was pretty funny, no matter how uncute he could be at times. He partially was laughing at the way he surprised the other man too when he spoke again.
“Well…since we’re working together, or in your case, watching others work, we might as well get to know each other, si? …Or at least know each other’s names. I’m Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but you can just call me Antonio~!” He said cheerfully. He was trying to keep the air around them less tense…he seemed to always be doing that.
He looked over at the other expecting an answer right away; that’s what he would give to others, so he expects one in return. Deciding that he had been standing long enough, he went and sat down in one of the other seats, which just so happened to be right next to the other man. He really had no sense of other personal space.
His smile lingered after he had introduced himself. “Well…what is your name??”
In actuality, he had heard Alfred say it earlier when they were separating into groups, but he wanted to hear it from the males mouth…that wasn’t too weird…was it?
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Feb 26, 2011 23:54:02 GMT -5
The first thing Lovino took note of was that this guy smiled way too often. Really, it was as if everyday was like Christmas to him or something; what with that never-ending grin. Nobody could be that happy all the time-- was he insane? Was he the murderer? Was he an insane psychopathic murderer?!
.. Lovino quickly reminded himself to man the fuck up and that this wasn't a horror movie despite what it looked like. "That's a stupidly long name."
In all actuality, he thought the others name was kind of nice, and the length just made it all the more special but there was no fucking way in hell that he'd ever admit something like that-- because it was weird to think things like that about strangers.
"But whatever." he finalized, frowning as Antonio chose to take a seat next to him. "I'm Lovino Vargas."
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Mar 1, 2011 16:16:01 GMT -5
Antonio didn't take any mind of the comment about his name, he just latched onto the fact that the other was talking to him. His smile grew wider if that was even possible.
"Well it is nice to meet you Lovi~! Is it okay if I call you that? It just sounds really cute..." he trailed off, the personal space between the two of them growing smaller.
Leaning against the arm of the chair that is closets to Lovino, he looked back at their surroundings. "I wonder when we are going to meet the third person to our party..." then he gasps, "What if they are the killer?!" he said loudly, getting more and more terrified.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 3, 2011 4:34:21 GMT -5
.. C-Cute?
Who the hell did this guy think he was, calling strangers cute! Especially grown men! A-Alright, maybe Lovino did look a little young for his age (not like he was very old to begin with), and maybe he was just overreacting because compliments weren't really something that came by him often-- but still!
"I.. w-whatever." He mumbled, turning away with an awkward jerk of the head. The only other person who called him 'Lovi' was his brother, although many people had attempted to use the nickname before. "And I don't know, they probably got lost or something."
Rather, that's what the Italian hoped had happened. Even if he didn't know the person yet, he'd probably have a panic attack if someone died again so soon. Especially if it was someone from his search group-- it would be way too ironic!
"Calm down, damnit!"
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