Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
==Initial Post==
(Posted by Verlia Bilavio April 1st, 2010)
”Lia sighs as she sits down to write, wondering if anything good will ever come from all of this mess”
I was hoping for a quiet night. I really was. I hadn’t even drank a drop of absinthe the whole night by the time I wandered over to the gangplank with my large mug of hot cocoa in hand, and even then, I did not start. But now… now I really wish I had.
To my surprise, it was only moments after I walked into the empty bar that Miss Sky showed up with news that she had encountered that dastardly Mr. Darkfold again. And again, with more cryptic talk in circles and hints at having a talk with Miss Macbain as to his character. And while I was glad I was not there to witness the man try to insult my intelligence once more, I did wish I could’ve been an observer to the situation. There were so many details missing, and you must know that my life is a culmination of detail-oriented tasks. Between the painting, mother’s orders, and father’s research, it was difficult to escape, even if I didn’t really understand half of what I noticed until later.
However, not too long after, Miss Charise Adderstein walked into the gangplank as well! You can imagine my surprise, as Sky and I had just been talking about her. I inquired as to her intentions to return back home and how she was fairing with the burial arrangements for her brother. Even if her reactions were a bit strange, I did feel for the woman. After all, I still frequently think about my own mother. Even though it was a little over four months ago, her death still feels like a moment before. Which reminds me…
”Lia makes a note to send her sister a letter as to the inquiry into the cause of her mother’s death”
Ah yes, and just after Miss Adderstein mentions that she still has yet to find Borris, who I gathered was Edmunds employee, and a boxer, the man himself walks into the bar. It was a staggering surprise, really, as he inquired as to the whereabouts of Edmund Adderstein. Miss Adderstein fidgeted her chair and took her time trying to tell Borris that Edmund had died, trying to put it as lightly as possible. I thought, perhaps, that it was because she was unsure of how to word the ‘accident’, but I realized later it was Borris’ reaction that she feared.
I just remember flinching and shrinking in my seat as a bottle of liquor slammed down on the bar, breaking into pieces that flung and then fell all over the floor. Miss Adderstein inched closer to me as I tried to reason with the man, assuring him that it was an accident (I mean… it was, wasn’t it? Oh, I don’t know!) and that it might be better if he calmed down a bit. He continued, of course. The next to go was the bar stool, which was flung across the room and landed with a loud crash, its legs broken apart from he seat.
The bartender, of course, demanded Borris leave, however, I still attempted to try to calm everyone down. Borris stopped throwing things after that and instead demanded we go see the sight of the ‘accident’. I looked down at the fold in my dress, wondering if I wanted to go see it again. It was still so clear in my mind, even after nights had passed, and I was still having trouble sleeping, especially since the spot of the accident was so close to my home. However, with Borris’ insistence, and my need to know what really happened, I decided to put my fear deep down inside of me and go have a look at the spot again.
As I passed through the archways of my home (the quickest way to walk back to the spot from the gangplank led straight through it), I wondered if I shouldn’t just stay, but my feet kept moving and before I could rethink my decision, I was there, staring down at the blood still present on the cobblestones. I trembled a little remembering. “Yes, it was here,” I said, looking up at Borris and then back at Sky.
I was unprepared for what Borris did next, although based upon his previous actions, I should’ve expected it. He walked up to the trolley, demanding to smash it to pieces and teach it a lesson, or something to the effect, before exerting himself to lift the trolley and flip it over on its side. I gasped and heard Charise call out to Borris.
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It was there, lying right underneath where the trolley had been, out of sight from when Sky and I had first been there, was a knife, covered in blood. I leaned further into the street to take a closer look as Sky and Borris debated what to do with the knife. I really wished we would have left it in it’s place until the proper authorities came (if New Babbage even had the sort), however Borris insisted upon taking it, as he noticed the knife had belonged to Edmund. Sky, sensing that we would be misplacing evidence, handed Borris her handkerchief, hoping Borris would take care to preserve the current condition of the knife. I shook my head, cringing as he picked it up, thinking the whole time that it was a bad idea.
Borris wiped the blood off the knife, slide it into his belt and tried to hand Sky her handkerchief back, thanking her for letting him wipe the blood off. I heard her sigh a bit. As we were trying to think of what to do next, Mr. Tenk appeared, demanding Borris set the trolley straight. I cringed again, wondering if it was the best idea. However, seeing as I was merely a young lady, one who should have never been involved in this incident, I did nothing. The trolley was set back in place and Mr. Tenk walked off muttering about he wished he could have one quiet week were someone wasn’t killed. Oh, how I wish the same!
Tomorrow, Sky, Charise and I will take a look at Edmund Adderstein’s body once more. Although I know the physician I was with that unfortunate night did take a look over Mr. Adderstein’s body for any marks, I wasn’t sure if she found anything. I left the hospital before she said. I’m fearful of finding a knife wound in Mr. Adderstein. Oh, how I’m fearful that this is really a murder and not simply an accident. I’m so afraid of what this might mean.
==Comments==
*Comment by Charise Adderstein on April 1, 2010 at 1:31am
((Borris just cracks me up. :P ))
*Comment by Penelope Strathearn on April 1, 2010 at 10:03am
((It’s clear what happened….the trolley was heading straight for Mr. Adderstein, he drew his knife in self-defense, but to no avail. The trolley murdered him and then hid the knife to make it appear as more of an accident.
Oh wait, that can’t be right…. ))
