[i]Dojo Apartments // 1950 hours // Death of a Godfather The sun had just gone over the horizon, enveloping the Dojo in the darkness of the night, dimly lit by what few lamps there were in the courtyards. It was quite a silent night, not a sound aside from the loud screams and shouts from the massive party going on in Theta Brown's apartment. A disco ball hung from the crowded room in the Dojo, with at least thirty five people crammed into it, all dancing and laughing wildly. In the middle of the room, just below the disco ball, a woman around the age of twenty four stood above the crowd on a table, scantily dressed and pole-dancing. The woman wore fish net clothing, tight against her light olive skin, and black, lacy lingerie, contrasting greatly from her brown hair and green, mechanical eyes. Her thin lips were pulled up in a sexy smile. It was Theta Brown, a rather unknown member of the Dojo, yet she was there, mainly for fun. Suddenly, from the crowd, a man jumped up onto the table, his black boots landing on the countertop with a thud. he was dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans, a white t-shirt under the jacket, which was left unzipped. He had a hair of neatly combed back, jet-black hair, and kept like that with just the right amount of gel. His bright blue eyes contrasted greatly with his clothing and hair, his light skin tone smooth and unblemished. He had high cheekbones and a square jaw, recently shaved, and a full lower lip. The corners of his mouth pulled up in a smile, and he suddenly grabbed Theta, whispering something into her ear seductively. The woman laughed, grinning wildly at the man, and only nodded. The man's smile remained on his face, however somebody who was sober and paying enough attention would see that it was faker than a politician. He pulled Theta to the apartment room's stairway in the corner of the room as the crowd in the room squealed wildly. Picking Theta up and carrying her to her room, the man feverishly pressed his lips to Theta's, throwing her onto the bed, but now his smile was gone. Pulling away, Theta grinned, beginning to pull off her scandalous clothing, however the man stopped her by reaching into his leather jacket, pulling out a 9mm pistol equipped with a silencer. He'd gotten the gun after countless hours of pickpocketing at Dojoville; not the best way to go about it, but he was rather poor. He pressed the barrel of the pistol to Theta's chest, the woman's eyes widened in shock. He placed his left hand—slender, the hands of a violinist—against the woman's thin lips. He smiled coldly at the woman, before speaking.[/i] "Party's so loud, not a single soul's going to hear the screams of a Godfather—you filthy Bloodsucker. And even then, they'll assume you'll be screaming for... other reasons." [i]The man's smile disappeared, and wasted no more time and pulling the trigger, the 9mm bullet entering Theta's heart and ending her life with next to no sound, and what sound there was was drowned out by the party downstairs. The man got up, walking over to the desk in the room, grabbing a notebook. He tore a piece of paper from it, and, putting on a pair of leather gloves from his pocket, he wrote on the paper:[/i] [u]Damn Bloodsuckers. Had to take care of this Godfather myself. You're welcome. -The Aviator[/u] [i]Of course, if he was a vigilante, he had to come up with a good name for himself; he liked the rush of air in his hair and against his face as he ran, so the man decided that a pilot was fitting; sprinting, as though he were flying. The Aviator walked towards the window, unlocking it and opening it wide, the cool, night air blowing into the room. The man stepped onto the windowsill, and without a second's hesitation, he jumped down to the dark courtyard below.[/i] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [i]Dojo Apartments // The following morning, 0830 hours // The Aviator All the information you've received is that there had been a murder the night before in apartment room 764. The information was sent in an email to you by one named "Detective Bowel". He requests that you meet him in courtyard 3, the one below the apartment room, at 0900 hours.[/i] ((Open!))