#the location was more important than the killer in both cases

[thejudyblumebookclub]

Picking at Nick Goode‘s brain again and wanted to ask what you all think:

What choice came first? The victim he would pick to be the next killer, or the location where the killing spree was going to happen?

And which one was ultimately more important to him? Was it a conscious choice? Is the answer different for 1978 and 1994?

[circumpolarvampire]

The person who posted this is a TERF and is not Indigenous as far as I could tell so I am reposting it.

The remains of a second Indigenous woman murdered by a convicted serial killer have been found in a landfill in central Canada, authorities confirmed Monday, after another victim's remains were  identified earlier this month .

Marcedes Myran was one of the Indigenous women  slain three years ago by Jeremy Skibicki , who is serving multiple life sentences after being convicted of four murders last year. Skibicki met his victims in homeless shelters, in a case seen as a symbol of the dangers faced by Indigenous women in Canada, where they disproportionately fall victim to violence, termed a "genocide" by a national public inquiry in 2019. Testimony at Skibicki's trial said he raped, killed and dismembered Myran and another woman, Morgan Harris, in 2022.

Authorities believed their remains were dumped at the Prairie Green Landfill site, north of Winnipeg, the capital of the province of Manitoba. They had been searching the site for months.

On a tree out front of Camp Marcedes, located next to the Canadian Museum for Human Rights, a photo and red dress signify the loss of Marcedes Myran with a call to action in searching the landfills for her remains from Downtown Winnipeg, Canada on September 27 2023.Shay Conroy for The Washington Post via Getty Images

Last month, Manitoba authorities announced the discovery of two bodies.

Morgan Harris's remains were identified on March 7. Federal police in Manitoba  on Monday confirmed  the other set of "human remains found in the Prairie Green Landfill search have been identified as those of Marcedes Myran of Long Plain First Nation," a statement said. The families of Harris and Myran had pushed authorities in Manitoba to search for the bodies.

The body of another of Skibicki's victims, Rebecca Contois, was found in a separate landfill and in a garbage bin, while the remains of a fourth unidentified victim in her 20s are still missing.

In December 2022, Winnipeg Police Chief Danny Smyth  wrote an open letter  to Indigenous leaders, acknowledging the "unimaginable" pain surrounding the case. "The investigation involving the murders of Rebecca Contois, Marcedes Myran, Morgan Harris, and Buffalo Woman has been one of the most complex and important homicide investigations during my tenure," Smith wrote. "I have heard the calls from the families, the Indigenous leadership, and the community. I understand your calls; the pain and sorrow is unimaginable."

Indigenous women represent about one-fifth of all women killed in gender-related homicides in the country -- despite comprising just five percent of the female population. A similar crisis exists  in the U.S. , where Native American women  are disproportionately targeted  in murders, sexual assaults and other acts of violence, both on reservations and in nearby towns. 

There were more than 5,700 reports of missing Native women and girls in 2016, according to the  anti-sexual assault organization RAINN , which cites statistics from the National Crime Information Center. The Bureau of Indian Affairs estimated more recently that roughly 4,200 cases of missing and murdered Indigenous people  remain unsolved .

[forsaken-headcanons]

Personal hc(mostly situations bc I suck at writing specific traits🦅)for taph:

Taph once guided 007n7 to his 'nest' (a bunch of tripwires strategically placed by a pigeon) since the survivalist was at low health from running from the killer for more than half the round (ohhh when I get you 007n7 agent skin with 4 days of play👿/j) and that the other survivors were taking the killer into their hands so that he wouldn't add those 30 seconds on the round.Elliot had to save his pizzas for the sentinels who were distracting Jason.In the end, the company turned out to be pleasant, 007n7 didn't have much to talk about. In the end, silence is important so as not to reveal the location to the killer (it is painful for Taph to see the nest destroyed several times).The round ended well, eventually he didn't mind having the outcast in his nest as much as out of the round (added to the mental list along with Builderman and Dusekkar.Besides, that single dad is huggable, a great source of warmth in case the Spectre suddenly throws a rain)

While in the cabin there is a nest in a corner near the fireplace, with several,but seriously- many twigs.If someone tries to pick up one and take it away (it doesn't matter who, unless it's Builderman, Dusekkar or 007n7) they will receive a subspace tripmine bomb hidden in their room.

Shedletsky also has a tendency to make nests, but his lazy ass makes them with pillows and blankets only. It doesn't look very good because it lacks the structure provided by the twigs.He has had to learn from watching Taph making his own nest. Shedfatsky once tried to take over the nest (oh m,y I'm so sorry that Taph almost blinded you with subspace bombs, you get five big booms: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM)

Do we fw with burgerbomb? (007n7x taph).... nobody?😔Anyway,I shipped them since I main these two when I get bored and just want to do generator while feeling useful to the team

- Cheese trap anon 🪤

(I just realized I've been bullying shedletsky on my most recent headcanons.Oh well- stuff of a shedletsky main)

awh they're adorable ! shakes them around and pingpongs them both into a volcano

[coochiequeens]

Indigenous women represent about one-fifth of all women killed in gender-related homicides in Canada -- despite comprising just five percent of the female population."

Possible human remains discovered at a Canadian landfill site may be the bodies of two murdered Indigenous women police suspect were disposed by a serial killer, the Manitoba provincial government said Wednesday.

At the Prairie Green landfill, north of Winnipeg, experts "identified potential human remains in the search material," the government said in a statement.

Federal police and the province's chief medical examiner are now investigating and seeking to identify the remains as those of Morgan Harris and Marcedes Myran.

The two women were raped, killed, dismembered and thrown out with the trash, according to court testimony from a trial heard last year.

On a tree out front of Camp Marcedes, located next to the Canadian Museum for Human Rights, a photo and red dress signify the loss of Marcedes Myran with a call to action in searching the landfills for her remains from Downtown Winnipeg, Canada on September 27 2023.Shay Conroy for The Washington Post via Getty Images

Jeremy Skibicki was found guilty in July 2024 of killing four Indigenous women.

The body of another victim, Rebecca Contois, was found in a separate landfill and in a garbage bin, while the remains of a fourth unidentified victim in her 20s is still missing.

Skibicki targeted Indigenous women he met in homeless shelters.

In December 2022, Winnipeg Police Chief Danny Smyth wrote an open letter to Indigenous leaders, vowing to secure a conviction. following correspondence to the AFN, AMC, SCO, MKO  and the Long Plain First Nation.

"The investigation involving the murders of Rebecca Contois, Marcedes Myran, Morgan Harris, and Buffalo Woman has been one of the most complex and important homicide investigations during my tenure," Smith wrote. "I have heard the calls from the families, the Indigenous leadership, and the community. I understand your calls; the pain and sorrow is unimaginable."

Elle Harris, member of the Long Plains First Nation and daughter of Morgan Harris, poses in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, on April 27, 2024. SEBASTIEN ST-JEAN/AFP via Getty Images

The case was seen by many in Canada as a symbol of the dangers faced by Indigenous women in a country where they disproportionately fall victim to violence, termed a "genocide" by a national public inquiry in 2019.

Indigenous women represent about one-fifth of all women killed in gender-related homicides in the country -- despite comprising just five percent of the female population.

A similar situation exists in the U.S., where Native American women are disproportionately targeted in murders, sexual assaults and other acts of violence, both on reservations and in nearby towns. 

There were more than 5,700 reports of missing Native women and girls in 2016, according to the anti-sexual assault organization RAINN, which cites statistics from the National Crime Information Center. The BIA estimated more recently that roughly 4,200 cases of missing and murdered Indigenous people remain unsolved.

Earlier this month, the remains of a woman found dead on a reservation in southwestern South Dakota were identified as a Sioux woman who went missing more than a year ago.

[shroomyifiy]

Hello DRDT fandom! Here’s yet another person throwing their hat into the ring about the Chapter 2 culprit.

Spoilers for Episode 14 below.

Yeah no Ace is probably the killer.

Now before anyone comes for me, hear me out!

We know that, currently, the culprit is between Ace and Eden. One of them definitely took the tape, no doubt about that, and is most likely the killer. You could argue the existence of a third party culprit, but currently, it has to be one of them. So we are going to ignore that for now. I will now break down why I believe Ace is the killer.

Step 1: Tape

Okay, first off, the tape. That motherfucking tape.

The tape is located directly in front of Ace’s feet, and disappears the moment he gets up and exclaims he’s alive. At this moment, he also knocks Eden to the ground, making it just a small amount of time for either of them to grab the tape.

Now, we don’t know where anyone directly is besides Ace, due to the way the series is presented. Meaning, we have no idea where either Teruko or Eden were standing relative to Ace revealing he was alive.

A big point for the Eden truthers is that when she was knocked over, she picked it up. Now, it’s possible that she could do so without either of them seeing her do this (Ace was currently bleeding and Teruko wasn’t paying attention to the tape). But, I feel like we need to look at the crime scene.

Teruko specifically tells Eden to ���Not touch anything”, so we can assume that Teruko wouldn’t have moved anything around too much during her original investigation. So then that leaves us with an interesting thing.

Teruko and Eden both have to be standing by Ace’s body when he gets up (Eden because he pushes her and Teruko because she is mentioned to have touched his neck, and realized he was still alive). But one thing to note is that the area around Ace is rather messy and cluttered. Meaning, there are likely two spots that Eden could be standing at (3 for Teruko, but we will ignore that one for now).

Visually speaking, Eden needs to be standing in spots 1 or 2 to fit the criteria. If she’s in spot three, she’d have been pushed over the bench, and most certainly couldn’t have gotten the tape, and also would have made more noise. (side note: Teruko is either in spots 1 or 3, but currently, her position isn’t as important. For Culprit!Eden to work though, she cannot be in spot 2, which is the most unlikely spot anyways)

If Eden was standing in spot 2, she would have been more likely to be able to grab the tape without issue (as it would be right in front of her feet). While spot 1 could also work, Eden would have had to reach a much farther distance to grab it, and given she’s not knocked down long, I feel like Teruko would have noticed Eden crawling to grab it more than spot 2.

For Ace to grab the tape, we already know where he is relative to the tape, so we don’t need to explain that.

Now, when either of them got up, it’s likely they would have used their hands to push off from the ground near their feet, which is what they would have to do to grab the tape without being noticed. Otherwise, it would be impossible to grab it without being noticed.

You might be asking yourself, “Shroomy, why the fuck does it matter where Eden (and by extention, Teruko) were standing? That’s such a weird and minor detail!”

THE FUCKING TAPE DISSAPEARING WHEN ACE GETS UP/KNOCKS EDEN OVER IS SUCH A MINOR DETAIL TO START WITH!!!!

Ahem… I mean, clearly, the crime scene of Ace plays a part in Arei’s death. And since such a major piece of evidence comes from such a scene, doesn’t it make sense that eventually, body positions would come up? Especially considering just how cluttered the area was. It’s so minor, but it might be the smoking gun to solve the case.

Now, why would either of them pick it up in the first place?

With Eden, she has to be actively making a decision to grab it for whatever reason. Same with Ace, although you could make more of an argument that he grabbed it either a: help his wound or b: by accident, grabbed it and didn’t realize due to the whole murder thing. Also option c: to murder Nico with it, but that’s less likely.

Honestly, despite being what ties them both to the crime, I really don’t see why either of them would grab the tape, especially since, given how fast everything went, I doubt it was either of their first thoughts to recreate Nico’s murder attempt for their own murder, at least in the moment.

Moving on!

Step 2: The murder method

One of the big pieces of evidence against Ace right now is that, “Oh, he was just attacked. There’s no way he would have realized how he was attacked and would know how to replicate it, he’s not that smart!”

First off, let’s address Ace and his stupidity. Okay, yeah, he’s not the brightest person, but saying he’s not smart isn’t accurate. There are no truly “dumb” characters in drdt, at least in my opinion. And Ace has been shown before to have some intelligence.

For one thing, he is on Teruko’s side during the scrum debate in episode 8 of Chapter 1. Which might be weird to call out, but seeing as a lot of the “smarter” characters were on the other side (namely David [being a xander simp as per usual] and Veronika), Now while this isn’t enough to prove it and he did argue with her before in this same trial, it’s definitely noteworthy to mention.

And also, the carousel thing. The fact that it keeps being Ace that corrects Teruko on what it’s called is funny, but it’s also heavily linked to the murder.

Also also, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for yet another person in this cast to have been keeping a mask up. Someone is making a heel turn between these two, so realistically, this could be Ace’s. And also, despite being shown as “dumb”, Ace at least has some understanding of shit, considering his whole monologue about Levi. I’d have to rewatch a lot of episodes to further confirm this, but I doubt Ace is as stupid as some people think.

Now, the second problem. Ace being almost murdered and then using that same method to murder Arei seems like a bit much, doesn’t it? How could he have figured it out the second he woke up?

He didn’t. He would have fully figured it out AFTER he went back to his room and stopped trying to murder Nico, when he calmed down. (Which is what I think happened with Eden if she is the culprit, mind you)

Because, logically looking at the crime scene, ain’t no way either of them figured it out just by looking at it for like what? A few minutes? No way, I don’t buy it.

But here’s the thing. Ace does have an advantage over Eden here. That being, he woke up during the murder attempt, as confirmed by Nico in the latest episode. Huh. After Ace had claimed to not remember the method because he was unconscious the whole time? Hmmmmm?

No way that little piece of info isn’t going to be important. Especially considering this is the first time we’re hearing about it.

“Shroomy, that’s still not enough to prove Ace over Eden!” I hear you cry out.

Time for the smoking gun.

You know why Nico’s drop hanging attempt failed? It’s not because Ace was too heavy for the fan? No.

It’s because Ace was able to fight back when he woke up.

And what is one of the big differences that hasn’t been brought up yet in this case?

The fact that Arei’s wrists were bound at some point, to keep her from fighting back.

Nico and Ace are the only people who would know about this. Because, again, no one knew Ace woke up during the attempt. So, if Ace were to recreate the murder for Arei, he would know to bind her wrists so she doesn’t fight back. Because it’s why he survived in the first place.

Moving on, using this method would work for Ace, because 1: frames Nico who he hates, 2: Ace is probably a little weakened from almost dying, using a pulley method would be easier than risking Arei escaping.

Now rapid fire mode!

Why use fish from the relaxation room? Frame both Nico (primary) and David (secondary).

The killer probably used the ball of clothes to get the rope up and broke the lights doing so. Eden is the weakest one there, and Ace could have the strength to do so.

Why target Arei? Ace probably didn’t care who he killed, he doesn't care about anyone there.

How would he know about the conversation in the infirmary? We cannot deny that someone could have overheard it. Also, Ace has already been established as eavesdropping earlier in the trial. (this happens the same day as his murder attempt, btw)

Ace has spent most of the trial pointing fingers at others (even in the investigation, he’s the first to draw attention to Nico trying to kill him and Arei dying; knowing the cases are connected, this is interesting).

Wow, that's crazy. Loose connection but still.

He’s also the whole reason David had his magical girl transformation, giving the smoking gun evidence that he and Arei met up.

Which, you know, derailed the trial a lot. Like, 2 or 3 episodes worth of time that could have been used to solve the trial faster?

Huh. Now it's that something.

But, what does this mean for the story?

Step 3: Arei and Ace; Teruko, Eden, and thematics

Both start off as unlikable assholes. But Arei wanted to change, and both Eden and David gave her a hand to begin that change. But she’s murdered before that could happen. Ace rejects anyone’s hand, not trusting anyone and causing more issues. One who tried to be better, and one who got much worse. In a way, they’re parallels in this instance. Two parallels getting killed in the same chapter? Where have I seen this before?

Yeah Min and Xander (i miss you both ;-;)

This is the part where I talk about Min and Eden parallels.

Ain’t no way drdtdev is going to make the same repeat of the last trial’s conclusion. The hugs!!!! The crying!!! Teruko, who points out when Eden tries to investigate with her in this chapter that Min did the same thing to deceive her. Eden, who was crying for someone to believe she didn’t kill Arei. Teruko, who decides to trust Eden, the same way that Eden was the only one to believe in Teruko in the last trial.

Eden, who would be able to prove David and Teruko’s points wrong. Who believed in Arei, that she could be her friend! Eden, who if was revealed to be the killer, would likely send Teruko down a worse path, being betrayed for the third time now.

Ace, who shares Teruko’s views that no one can be trusted, and who isolated himself from everyone. Ace who, despite how much I love him, would show Teruko how isolating herself from everyone else would lead to her death. Ace, who would be a dark reflection on what Teruko could have been, had she continued down that path. Both were almost killed, but one who tried to murder everyone to get out and the other who saved everyone from getting killed.

The narrative themes of trust and distrust.

Teruko’s secret quote for god's sake!!!!!

It’s too much to not go anywhere guys!!!

Okay, I think that’s it for now. Sorry if this sounds like I’m rambling too much, or if it doesn’t make much sense. First time posting something here lol. But this series makes me sick!!!!!/pos

I like both Eden and Ace, and don’t want it to be either of them, but I doubt it’s a third party at this point. And between the two, I think narratively, it makes more sense for it to be Ace.

And also, guys, we NEED more positive characters going into chapter 3, after how many mentally ill people are around rn. We have enough asshole men now (cough looking at you, Mr. David Chiem cough). Whit is too sus and is either dying or about to get hit with a truckload of emotions to stay stable long enough.

Also, Teruko learning to trust while Eden learns to distrust!! Teruden!!!! YURI NATION SWEEP GUYS!!!!!

If I’m wrong, I might die on the spot (please Eden I need you to stay alive!!!!)

[preciouslandmermaid]

"as the tides turn" (c.m.)

CHAPTER TWO: "The Preliminary Profile" (2/5)

check the first chapter/post for more details :) this episode features the 'fan favorite' - HOTCH.

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Hotch delegated his team carefully. He gave them tasks that were best suited to their personalities. Wren and JJ to interview Mary-Anne’s mother. Reid to the geographical profile. Rossi and Prentiss were meeting with the coroner while he and Morgan worked on victimology. He trusted his team and expected them to handle this case with care and diligence, as they always had.

His attention turned to the victims, Mary-Anne and Jane Doe. What was the thread that connected them? Both were white women in their twenties. He considered that their unsub was either older or the same age, but the level of organization led him to surmise that the unsub was older and that the age of the girls was more relevant. He pressed his fist to his lips as he paced.

“Mary-Anne was young and introverted,” he said as Reid measured points on the map. “She’s a low-risk target and her apartment showed no signs of forced entry.”

Morgan said, “She might’ve known the unsub.”

“We’ll know more after Wren and JJ finish the interview.” He glanced at the interview room.

He assigned two women to talk to the distraught mother because he felt it would be a more gentle and approachable atmosphere compared to the straightforward, albeit aggressive police force. He had no qualms with Deputy Roman and his team, but the precinct was eager to find the killer, and that eagerness could result in jumpy arrests and potential civilian causalities. He already had to diffuse one officer’s blatantly incorrect assumption that the murders were ‘gang-related’.

“Based on the preliminary profile,” Morgan continued, “this unsub will escalate.”

“Mary-Anne was discovered at a remote beach, but her body was in the reeds, higher than the coastline would naturally reach and hidden from view.” Hotch stared at the photograph of Mary-Anne. “Jane Doe was found on a beach near a residential area. It’s not the location that’s important, but the traits of the location. The beach is what’s significant.”

Reid said, “Florida has 825 of coastline.”

“Unsub has to have his own vehicle.” Morgan gestured between the points on the map. “Large enough to transport the victims, but something that blends in.”

“We need to pull DMV records,” Hotch said, unlocking his tablet, “and include company-registered vehicles as well. He could drive for work.”

Morgan said, “If he’s employed, then he needs a job that allows freedom. Freelance or contract work, maybe? I can’t see this guy clocking in and out of an office job.”

“Both victims had bruising on their wrists and ankles,” said Reid, “and Mary-Anne’s autopsy report found traces of sand in her stomach and airways.”

Hotch abruptly looked up from his tablet.

“He’s drowning them,” he said as comprehension dawned over him. Both men looked at him, Morgan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Reid had that ‘I’m about to monologue’ look on his face. But, Hotch hurried to the nearby interview room. He knocked once before entering and apologized briefly to his agents and the grieving mother inside.

“Mrs. Grant, did your daughter ever volunteer or work as a lifeguard?” he asked. Mrs. Grant shook her head, clutching her tissue in a fist, as her cardigan-covered shoulders trembled ever-so-slightly.

“No! As I told the agents here, Mary-Anne hated the beach. She used to say once she got her degree she’d move away to Colorado.”

Emilia tilted her head, frowning. Hotch could see the gears turning in the young agent’s mind. “Did she talk about the move with anyone?”

Mrs. Grant laughed weakly. “I don’t think so. I don’t think it was serious. She used to say she was going to marry some actor on Broadway and wanted to go to cosmetology school and become a nail technician. She always made such pretty designs on my nails.” She deflated further at the reality of her daughter’s bright, impossible future cut short. JJ and Emilia shared a look with him and Hotch pressed his lips into a thin, tight line.

“Thank you for your time, Mrs. Grant,” JJ said, “we’ll be in touch.”

Once the woman was gone, everyone convened together in their makeshift office/nerve center to compile evidence and discuss their theories.

“Our unsub is a physically fit white male in his late twenties to early thirties,” Hotch said, “he has a job that allows him independence, but likely feels emasculated in his day-to-day life. His desire for power, control, and domination manifests in how he restrains and ultimately kills his victims.”

“What if these girls rejected him?” JJ asked.

Garcia, on speaker, said, “Mary-Anne and our Jane Doe, identified as Sam Maloney, don’t run in the same circles. I mean, Sam was living at home, but had a robust social life and a business selling handmade jewelry.”

“This guy is too organized for Sam and Mary-Anne to be victims of opportunity,” said Prentiss, “I think it’s safe to assume these girls were stalked.”

“Sam Maloney’s parents will be here tomorrow morning.” Hotch said, “They got the earliest flight back.”

Reid said, “The unsub must’ve known her parents would be out of town.”

“God, how awful.” JJ muttered sympathetically, “I can’t imagine how they must be feeling.”

Hotch leaned closer to the phone on the table. “Garcia, can you go through Sam and Mary-Anne’s social media and texts, and check for any flags that they might’ve known they were being followed.”

“On it.”

“Something is bothering me,” Emilia said as she poked at her take-out with a plastic fork. “The unsub drowns them, then moves the bodies to a secondary location. He’s creating more risk for himself.”

“He needs the victims found,” said Rossi, “that’s part of his ritual. It’s important to him that people know these girls are dead. Otherwise, you’re right, he could just leave their bodies in the water.”

“The drowning is significant,” Hotch agreed, “the unsub must’ve experienced a traumatic event and now he’s reliving it through his victims.”

A tense, charged hush fell over the room. Reid folded his arms and stared at the evidence board. The two points on the map – the two beaches where Sam and Mary-Anne were found – with all the coastline and private beaches and golf courses and shopping plazas in between.

“Hey, Garcia?” Emilia said, “Do any of Mary-Anne’s social media photos show off her nails? Acrylics? Stylized manicures?”

“Yeah, plenty of them,” her reply was bright. “This girl loooooved her manicures.”

Rossi set his coffee down and asked her, “What are you thinking?”

“Mary-Anne’s nails were trimmed short and clean,” Emilia said, her brow furrowing, “it might be nothing...but a manicure isn’t cheap.”

JJ said, “We can start asking around the area’s beauty salons. There’s a chance the unsub might’ve followed her to one.”

“The trimmed nails could be a forensic countermeasure,” said Prentiss. The team passed looks and short nods of agreement to one another.

Hotch sighed, pinching his brow, and quietly said, “Let’s call it for tonight. We’ll know more tomorrow when Sam’s parents can answer our questions.”

The key was the victims. They would lead them to the unsub. He was sure of it.

[Chapter Three -> ]

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Although I couldn't really think of a "special destiny" or anything for Aaron (to fit with the 'fan favorite' prompt), I decided to just make the chapter all about Hotch. Think of it like the camera is just following HIM for the entire "episode" lmao.

I rolled my d12 for chapter 3 and got an 8! "8 Audiences are craving more romance. The next chapter needs to involve a deep, sappy confession of either love or admiration between two characters that have not previously been romantically involved."

[sunny6677]

The Investigation.

(Based off of The Missing Children by Chillia's Art)

Summary: John and Jack are both called to investigate the case of three missing children.

Chapter 1: The First Investigation.

TWS: MURDER, IMPLIED MURDER, GORE, HORROR, DEAD ANIMAL, DEAD CATS, BLOOD, PROFANITY.

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OCTOBER 27TH, 2011.

TWO TEENAGERS AND ONE CHILD HAVE GONE MISSING IN THE TOWN OF [REDACTED] WHO ALL GO BY THE NAMES ROY [REDACTED], SUSIE WONDER, AND WILLIAM WONDER. SUSIE WONDER AND WILLIAM WONDER WERE REPORTEDLY LAST SEEN WALKING NEAR THE LOCAL FOREST. ROY [REDACTED] WAS ALSO REPORTEDLY LAST SEEN WALKING INTO THE LOCAL FOREST. ACCORDING TO WITNESSES, HE SEEMED TO BE FOLLOWING A MAN WHO THEY KNEW TO BE RELATED TO HIM.

IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW HAPPENS TO KNOW ABOUT THEIR LOCATION, PLEASE DIAL—

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"John?"

John blinked, his dark eyes having a scrim of moisture that made his pupils glisten. Nearby vehicles passed, and drenched sheets of rain were scattering for the nearest place to the land among the nearby grass. Dark clouds were shielding the moon from giving off its light that was caused by the sun. The rain was scattered so much among the road that a gray fog was caused beneath it all as it poured onto the path.

The car lights from a nearby vehicle passed by yet again, briefly brushing John's face if only for a moment. He looked to the side, glancing at the source of whomever had spoken his name. A man who sat beside him had an arched brow, looking down at John softly in a way most people wouldn't look at John. John let out a sigh, the cigarette from within his mouth barely moving.

"..what is it, Jack?"

Jack kept his eyes on him, his hands still clenched onto the wheel tightly. Another vehicle passed by, roaring waves of rain forming from out of the wheels that roughly grazed against the road. "You weren't really talking to me for a moment. Are you sure you aren't getting sick?" Jack inquired, his head slightly cocking to the side.

John let out another sigh, looking down at his own lap. He could hear the nearby zooming of the vehicles that passed, and he could certainly hear the beads of rain pounding against the car windows. "Dont worry, Jack.. I'm fine. Besides.. this investigation seems pretty important. I don't think I'd be allowed to stay hoke this time.."

Jack blinked. He then looked back at the road ahead of him. Red and blue lights began to flash from the corner of John's eye. His eyes darted over to the window he was sitting beside. A vehicle zoomed past, the black and white coloring of the model still visible even within the sheets of rain that kept pouring down. Red and blue lights shimmered from the top of the vehicle, and even as it began to drive off into the distance, it was still almost blinding to look at.

The pounding of the rain began to become more louder, aching within John's ears like a powerful sound of crashing thunder. John could barely hear the sounds of the radio over the damn noise. If only the weather wasn't so damn rainy, then maybe this investigation would have been easier. He could only imagine what it'd be like if any hostile confrontations were to occur. Hell, he couldn't even see up ahead of him due to the fog. 'Hope to god this damn rain'll pass..' John thought.

The walki-talki attached to Jack's chest then began to emit a static sound, and in turn, that only caused John to scrunch his nose. There were way too many loud noises right now, and it certainly didn't help that he felt like shit. His house was burnt down by a cult. He and Jack had to fight off a cannibal serial killer who had gone loose fairly recently. And now, there was this.

A voice began to speak from Jack's walki-talki being the rough sounds of the fuzzy static that John couldn't bear to have to listen to all of the time. The voice belonged to a male officer that they both knew, though the male officer in question was at a lower rank in the police department than they were. "Uh.. hey, I think we got a code 802d here.. there's some cat in the road, and it ain't movin'. We're just about near the forest already, so I think a wild animal must have killed it or somethin'.."

John repressed another sigh that tried to make its way out of his mouth. Jack only grabbed onto the walki-talki with his slender hand, and brought it close to his mouth. Speaking into it, Jack replied, "...well, okay. Does it have any injuries?"

The male officer on the other side of the radio merely responded, "...looks to be scratched up real bad. We ain't sure if it might have been a wild animal, or if maybe someone killed it. It looks like—". The male officer went quiet for a moment. "It looks like it must have been somethin' pretty big. I'll see if me and the person I'm drivin' with can take care of it."

Jack merely let out a sigh. It was only a few minutes into this investigation, and already, there were more dead things than either he or John thought there would be. He then spoke into the walki-talki, "Alright.. we'll try and investigate it with you when we get back from checking the forest out. Whatever you do, keep an eye out. If there's a wild animal, it might not be too good to stay out for too long."

There was a brief moment of silence yet again. "Alright." The male officer responded.

It then went silent again, and Jack re-attached the walki-talki to his chest with a grim expression. His mouth was curled down into a frown, and his eyebags looked more present than they usually were. If John had to guess, this was probably gonna be a long night for the both of them. "Ya think it might have been a coyote or somethin'?" John mumbled through the cigarette in his mouth.

"..maybe. We might have to tell people in the town to look after their animals more.." Jack replied, glancing over at John. A brief flash of light from a streetlight made Jack's face appear bright for a moment, before the vehicle that was passing them by eventually vanished into the distance of the fog behind them. John looked away from Jack, and looked down at his lap yet again. There was a box of donuts laying near his upper legs that Jack had been eating out of for most of the day. John only assumed he probably wouldn't be eating for this sort of investigation though.

The car made a repeated clicking sound, and the only thing John could see were the lights in the car among the pitch-black darkness. A vehicle up ahead began to drive away from the very place they were heading, zooming past them and creating a brief flash of light that brushed their faces again.

John furrowed his brows. This was going to be a rough investigation. He knew it would be. He just hoped that the ones who had gone missing hadn't wondered too far. Wherever they were, that is.

As they continued to drive, there was a police vehicle up ahead that appeared to be parked. Jack began to slow the car down, looking out of the car window. For a brief moment, he just stared. And then after a few seconds of silence, he turned his gaze back to the road, and continued to drive at the speed he was previously going at. John looked out the window. He opened his mouth to ask Jack why he kept driving, though as he gazed out of the shield of the glass window, he could see something. It was.. that male officer from earlier, who looked to be inside of the car they were gradually distancing themselves from.

Most likely, they were reporting what they found to other officers so they could receive backup incase any danger were to occur. John groaned, furrowing his brows yet again.

He then heard Jack's voice speak in a tone that was slightly lighter. "..hey, don't worry. I'm sure they'll take care of it."

John mumbled, "I know.. thats not what I'm worried about."

"..what are you worried about?"

"..I dunno. Somethin' about this just feels.. off."

"..John, are you sure you aren't sick?"

John sighed. "Yes, I'm fine, Jack—" He replied in a somewhat more raised tone, looking over to where Jack was sitting. He then looked down at his lap again, and mumbled, "..maybe it's the damn rain."

Jack paused. "..well, don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll all be fine."

John went quiet.

"...yeah, maybe."

...

...

The rain hadn't ceased. And by now, both Jack and John could finally see the scene up ahead of them through the fog causes by the damn rain. There were several red and blue lights up ahead, along with blinding car lights. Several officers were scattered among the group of cars that were parked by the area of the forest. The lights of the car made the trees that formed the forest visible, though neither of them could exactly see it all that well.

"...alright. Let's go ahead and do this." John mumbled underneath his breath.

————

"So.. can ya tell me where exactly they saw the boy headin' into?"

John asked this question with a slight huff, his tone a little more firm as he stood underneath the covering of the leaves above his head. He and Jack were standing beside one another, barely shielded from the rain due to the tree they were standing under. The air was humid, and the rain kept pounding against the grass and against the nearby road they parked on.

The female officer who stood in front of them paused. "Well.. they said they saw him head somewhere in the part we're standing in front of right now. I think they said they saw the other two near this exact same area too.."

"..I see." John mumbled beneath his breath. The pounding of the rain was growing louder now, and he could barely stand it. Sometimes, he could have sworn he heard a faint buzzing sound. He could feel his skin growing itchy at the thought of it possibly being a mosquito. John cleared his throat, and asked, "..ya think we could head in with some backup? There was a dead cat back there on the road, and if we aren't careful, one of us could get eaten alive by.. whatevers in that damn place." John spoke with a slight rasp at the end of his sentence.

"Uh.. yeah, sure. We might have to carry some flashlights in though." The female officer replied, looking off to the side. She then swiftly turned around, and began to speak loudly to nearby officers. She spoke, "Hey—we'll need some backup here!". A few officers glanced over to her. Some nodded, while others only gave stern or annoyed looks at the loud tone she was using. It was hard not to be irritated after all, considering the situation they were in was already stressful enough.

John looked down at his feet. He could feel his arms becoming numb, and unconsciously, his hands seemed to clench.

"Are.. you okay?" Jack questioned, staring down at him with an arched brow.

John paused. "..yeah, I'm fine."

John looked over to the forest. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw something among the crevices of the shadows that weren't embraced by the artificial lights of the vehicles.

He swallowed down a big chunk of spit, and looked away. There wasn't anytime to be thinking about.. whatever might have been in there right now. If there was backup, there was always a possibility they'd be safe. Or that was at least what John tried to convince himself.

Yet even so, John couldn't shake the feeling of something being wrong.

————

"Hey!"

Shouts were faintly heard from all around. John could hear yells surrounding him, and he kept a flashlight clenched in his hand. A gun was attached to his belt, and he was prepared to use it if he had to. Beads of rain trickled against his face, and wet pieces of it kept trickling against his gun. He could feel the mud beneath his boots stick to it like a leech sucking out the blood of an innocent animal. His steps were heavy.

Jack was walking behind him, with a flashlight on hand too. John could see the artificial light of a nearby officer shimmering from within the crevices of a few trees. Amber glows kept shining from all parts of the forest. John could barely hear Jack from behind him due to the damn rain! It was seriously starting to get on his nerves at this point. It was normally so hot in this goddamn town, and now all of the sudden, it was raining like crazy. And on a night of an investigation of all things.

John could hear Jack panting from behind him, sharp breaths coming out of his mouth from slight exhaustion. The smell of the rain was growing more rapid, and the two of them could still hear the faint yelling of the others who had come with them. "You sure they might have gone this way?" Jack inquired desperately, probably growing a little irritated due to the rain as well.

"..I—I'm sure, Jack! This is where they entered. If they aren't here, we might have to look some place else." John yelled back in a louder tone than he had meant to. He could feel Jack's gaze waver from behind him. John let out another sigh, and it most likely wouldn't be the last of the many sighs he let out for the night. "Look, I'm sorry.. this investigations killin' me. It doesn't help that its raining of all things."

Jack went silent for a moment. "..yeah, I get that."

There was another moment of silence between the two. Both of them could only hear the sounds of their feet squishing against the muddy ground, and the sounds of the rain surrounding them. Come to think of it, they weren't hearing shouts any longer. John could feel his heart thumping against his chest lightly from inside of himself. He kept his eyes up ahead, the fog of the rain not exactly helping him get a good view. Rain trickled against John's forehead. He felt almost as if he were being watched.

He shook his head. He had to investigate. This wasn't the time to be thinking about that! He knew that! But.. he just couldn't help it. He had to find the kids. He just had to. But he couldn't really do that while it was raining so much.

As they walked, John saw something in the distance among the fog. There was.. a silhouette of some kind. Even among the shadows, he could make it out. The shape of the silhouette looked humanoid, and it appeared to be sitting beside a very large tree. Green leaves from above the tree lightly wavered in the rain.

John stopped in his tracks. No longer hearing the sound of Jack walking behind him, he naturally assumed Jack stopped walking too, even if he couldn't see him.

"..what is it?" Jack asked.

John paused. "..there's somethin' up ahead." He spoke in a quiet tone. He could feel Jack's gaze shift over to the silhouette in the distance. The rain kept scattering from all around them, and it felt almost as if the rain were beginning to finally cease. Yet John could still feel the wet beads of it trickling against his skin and his clothes.

After standing there, John began to walk. He walked, and walked, and walked. He could hear Jack's footsteps slowly following from behind him, even behind the static noise of the rain. The fog began to slowly fade, and John could feel his skin becoming numb yet again. His limbs felt almost as if they were in auto-pilot. His mind felt as if it were melting from the very inside.

John kept walking, walking, and walking. And then.. he stopped.

He shined the flashlight onto the silhouette. The very silhouette that was sitting in front of the tree.

...

John froze.

He felt as if he could no longer hear anything around them for a moment. He couldn't hear the rain, Jack's footsteps, any sort of shouting from a distance. He heard nothing. His eyes remained locked onto the silhouette that now had the artifical light shined onto it.

The silhouette was a man. The man's eyes were blood-shot, and they were still open. The man wasn't breathing. There was a splatter of red blood on the man's right cheek. He appeared to have been wearing a suit. But as John began to slowly lower his gaze, he blinked.

His hands began to shake slightly.

There was an open slit in the man's stomach. Pouring out from the man's stomach was a pile of what could have only been guts and presumably intestines. The light made the long pink and slimy insides clear, and obviously, they looked to have been covered in blood.

John began to shudder. His hand dropped the flashlight held within it to the ground. "Holy shit.." He uttered. He could only guess by the sound of Jack's breathing from behind him that ne must have been feeling the same way as he did.

"..Jack?" John uttered. Jack didn't respond. He turned his head, only to see Jack with his mouth hung open. "Jack!" John said again. Jack still didn't respond.

John stood, unsure of what to do. He then stepped foward, and placed his hands firmly on Jack's shoulders. "Jack—breathe. Jack, breathe!"

Jack didn't reply. He only kept breathing harshly, staring at the sight.

"Shit.." John cursed. He then turned Jack away with enough strength, making him look off to the other side. He then swiftly walked over to Jack's side, and took the walki-talki attached to his chest.

He then brought it close to his mouth, and yelled.

"We got a 451! I repeat! We have a 451!"

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E

[esgamingpc0]

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[fileskept]

paz, background.

LA VIDA ES DOLOR.  0-16 YEARS OLD.

you are not old enough to remember your parents when the nuns open the doors of their orphanage to take you in. you don’t know you are stepping into a cage yet, but you will learn.

you learn how to pray until your legs ache so badly you shake, from kneeling on the wooden step for hours, from hunger and thirst. you learn how to endure pain. you learn to kill. the nuns teach you (you think they were nuns, at least, to this day you are not sure who they were, exactly).

you are 12 when you make your first friend. she is pretty (you think about it often, you won’t understand why until much later). and she is kind to you. she is not like you: she is one of the regular orphans, not selected to become killers. she has plans to live with a nice family, become someone important and good, like a doctor or a scientist. you already have blood on your hands, you don’t know what any of that means. but you want her to be happy.

your friend leaves. a wealthy couple adopts her and you will never forget the smile on her face as you watched her leave in their car. by that point you know that no one will come to get you. but she is happy, she is happy, she is happy.

you are 16 when your heart breaks for the first time. your friend has been found dead in her nice house. she has been choked to death, violated in ways no god should allow. you try asking him why, but no one answers. you don’t believe her adoptive father’s lies. you think he did it. let me do it, you beg the nuns. let me kill him, you say, because it’s the only language you know for love. they don't allow it. la vida es dolor, child, forget about this and only use your knife when we tell you.

RISE LIKE A PHOENIX.  17-28 YEARS OLD.

forgetting is not so easy, even if the nuns try to burn this ache from your heart. the chance to run away comes like salvation, and you grasp at it with both hands. you kill for them for the last time one sunny afternoon in el paso, texas. after that, you disappear, you hitch hike all the way towards los angeles with no money or documents to your name. for the world you don’t exist. 

you start small, working in shady bars that don’t care about this, in even shadier and murkier car repair shops, you hang around criminals and gang members until someone tells you there’s real money to be made in killing for hire. you bristle, at first, because you just left that kind of life: but this time is different, this time you can choose your targets. 

you enter your first continental at the age of 21. from there, things change. you start earning enough money to avoid working low pay jobs. you buy fake documents and leave behind your old name, the one the orphanage gave you (angelica). you are a killer for hire, but you only kill the most despicable criminals, those who have abused children or women, who deal in human traffic. the ones who don't deserve any mercy.

you also start to embrace your sexuality and gender identity more and more. you become part of a community that advocates for queer and trans rights in los angeles. finally, you live for something that’s not just blood and survival, but also love and joy.

CALLATE MI AMOR.  29-CURRENT DAY.

an old trail for an old case resurfaces, a contact with a possible lead on a man, a shadow, a ghost. the person responsible for the murder of their first friend and love. paz gives chase for years but can never find him, uses every scrap of resource at their disposal to no avail.

until one day they get a location, as vague as they come. new york.

ARC 1.   paz is now living in an apartment in new york city. they have a monster to hunt down and a choice to make: the organization that trained them to kill since they were a child might have ties that run deeper than they thought, possibly even with the high table. will paz risk going after them? or will they let all that pain and trauma go?

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

DOE CRAZY FUN PARK (C.F.P) VERSE

(they will be added to her carrd too, I just want a post of them on the blog)

OF AN IMPORTANT NOTE: DOE'S NAME, JUST LIKE SO MANY OTHER PARTS OF HERSELF, HAS BEEN LOST TO TIME AND THE FADING OF HER CASE. FOR SUCH REASON, DOE IN THIS VERSE ONLY GOES BY NICKNAMES GIVEN TO HER BY PARK KIDS / NEWSPAPERS. DOE PREFERS THE NAME JEAN AND DOE AND WILL ADDRESS HERSELF AS SUCH.

SYNOPSIS:

Doe is one of the many lost souls trapped on the grounds of Crazy Fun Park, though her story is far from an accident.

Doe was kidnapped, assaulted, dragged into the abandoned campground section / undeveloped area of Crazy Fun Park and finally murdered and left to rot for years. Until the unfortunate death of Gonzo and the injury of several other park visits lead to an investigation on the Park's electrical system and thus into the long forgotten campground and right to her murder scene.

Few leads could be found on the scene after the 8 years left to the elements, and fewer pieces of information leading to Doe's identity could be found. A media circus followed, calls to the public, rumors of serial killers and a grander park conspiracy, stranger danger epidemic, and attendance to the park plummeting* for a time after, but the attention was all for naught and Doe's case quickly went cold and she was buried under a simple, blank stone. Asphodel's own Little Miss No Name.

Doe's spirit, however, did not go peacefully into that dark night, like the rest of the park kids, night after night she'd awoke from her corpse, head still burning something fierce and now blind in one eye as a result of her fate, she now lingers, ghosting throughout the park but largely keeping to herself.

In this verse is more rough than she is a diamond. Doe has processed the finality of her death and the levels of hatred she endured prior. It's not a sore subject, per say, (though she does often obscure the details in front of younger park residents to keep from traumatizing them) but she's not okay, don't make that mistake. Doe on some level resents the innocence the other park goers are allowed to have even in their death. She rejects them and rejects the pull of the park that urges her to stop punishing and torturing herself after her death. The park itself tries, with the warm lights visible from within the woodland of the old campground, it says 'please, you don't need to be alone' but Doe chooses solitude. It's harder emotionally, but she feels she deserves it. Doe is a bit snappish and cold in this verse, an 'ice queen' as Remus has put it, but beneath it all her heart is good and the few that have gotten through to her can attest to it.

*Doe's murder, for better or not, is often contributed as a major factor in the 2001 closure and abandonment of Crazy Fun Park, and there is some truth in this, though truthfully, the part her death itself played was minimal in comparison with tabloid news frenzy that followed. Doe's death, where she was located and the abundance of mysteries surrounding it in the 'happiest place in Australia' was perfect fodder for conspiracy theories. A predator in the park? Crazy Fun Park, a convenient area for trafficking minors? Murderer in small town suburbia? A serial killer using the park as a picking ground? Attendance plummeted, and with it went the days of Crazy Fun Park's trusted image as a convenient place to send your children for a day of fun off of your hands. Crazy Fun Park would never be able to restore its image or the trust of parents that there wasn't a monster in disguise waiting to take their children the moment they weren't careful and to drag them to their deaths in an abandoned area of the park.

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP / VERSE NOTES:

This verse is heavily developed with both Kit of @slateir and Billie of @coastercrushed / @frieddiscjockey and also with my own portrayal of Remus, so this will play a part! Haha. They are somewhat mains for this verse and the character arcs that occur though I'm always open to different portrayals! We'll just need to do a bit of tweaking! Haha

Doe is touch averse and very very uncomfortable with being touched without permission or during off-nights.

Doe used to smoke habitually prior to her death in the park, since her death though and no longer having any access to the terrible habit, she's since developed a habit of rubbing her upper lip to self-sooth and fixate and chewing on objects when others aren't looking.

Doe is something of a group begrudging but loving older sister figure to many of the younger park denizens! Especially Reese, Zed and Tigger! Doe is very very protective of them as a result! If anything happened to them, she'll kill everyone in the park again and then herself.

Remus refers to Doe almost exclusively as 'Little Miss No Name', 'Icequeen' or 'Sassy,' they have an... interesting dynamic, to say the least. I'd call it the world's shittiest twin siblings. Remus seems to see Doe as an equal in a 'you understand the world/things' sort of way but they don't have the close or intimate bond like him and Nimrod do. Remus speaks with Doe like a sister that has grown a long ways apart, but he's trying to dip his toes into the water to reconnect with. He doesn't know how exactly, he doesn't have the words to both acknowledge her situation and get closer. So he just acts in that shitty brotherly way, walking into her death area to strike up conversation (or talk at her), warning others not to go out of their way to bother her (his attempt at respecting her need for space), etc.

Doe has the weirdest ongoing beef with Mapplethorpe, it all began when Doe had began venturing out into the greater park to socialize. Mapplethorpe, being Mapplethorpe decided to peacock himself out in front of this new and mysterious woman, who from a distance, seemed cool. Doe was not impressed, in fact, she was cold, she wanted nothing to do with Mapplethorpe and his pushing the matter and attempts to win her over only soured things further. It gave Mapplethorpe an awful, triggering deja vu from his school days to be rejected all over again and, in essence, humiliated by his attempts going no where. So, instead of dropping the matter there, Mapplethorpe decided 'Fine, she doesn't want to be my friend, then she can be my enemy' and things escalated from there, from mean looks, to a prank war, physical fights, and at the worst point, Mapplethorpe destroying the few comfort items Doe was left by the initial detectives that had found her.

That was a point of no return for Doe, those offerings were left on the 20th anniversary of her discovery by the detectives, one of whom was no longer alive. He couldn't replace that, nor could he undo it, no matter how he tried to make peace with her after he realized how badly he'd fucked up.

Doe, at least in the main verse, eventually sparks up a relationship with Gonzo. It's a slooooow burn affair, but after the Mapplethorpe incident destroying some of the only comfort items she had. Gonzo takes a step beyond his role as the park's older brother and follows Doe deep into the woods and into her nest of death, the crimescene tape still hanging between trees but completely sunbleached. They had a long, long conversation that night. Not in a romance way, or even in the most comforting way. Gonzo just listened to her, he let her talk about things, the detective, her case, her discovery and what few memories she had left after the brain injury. It was nice and when he reached out to put a hand on her back on instinct in an attempt to comfort, she didn't flinch away or ask him to stop. Things escalated, and Doe and Gonzo ended up fading away at the end of the night in each others arms, cuddling in the way Doe had done each night with the comfort items Mapplethorpe destroyed.

Doe and Gonzo's eventual relationship only worsens the tension between Mapplethorpe and Doe, as Mapplethorpe had been nursing a crush on Gonzo for the longest time, but hoping he'd make a move. Gonzo never did, but he made a move on Doe and Mapplethorpe haaaates that and further blames her for taking Gonzo, ignoring of course that Gonzo is a person with freewill.

ADDITIONAL NEWS ARTICLES / INFORMATION VIOLETTA HAS ON DOE:

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS: TRAGIC ACCIDENT AT CRAZY FUN PARK LEADS TO THE DISCOVERY OF UNIDENTIFIED GIRL

'SOMEONE HAS ANSWERS' SENIOR CONSTABLE CALLING TO THE PUBLIC FOR INFORMATION ON UNIDENTIFIED GIRL FOUND DECEMBER 31

NO CLUES IN SUSPICIOUS PARK DEATH: UNKNOWN GIRL MAY SOON BE BURIED BENEATH BLANK GRAVE MARKER

'THIS WAS NO ACCIDENT' DETAILS RELEASED IN THE DEATH OF UNIDENTIFIED GIRL PAINT GRUESOME SCENE AT THE HAPPIEST PLACE IN AUSTRALIA

'I'D LIKE TO GIVE HER NAME BACK': CORONER ON QUEST TO IDENTIFY 'ASPHODEL JANE DOE' 10 YEARS AFTER HER MURDER

BODY OF 'JANE DOE', DISCOVERED IN 1995 AT CRAZY FUN PARK, EXHUMED IN HOPES TO SOLVE HORRIFIC COLD CASE

DO YOU RECOGNIZE THEM? VICTORIA POLICE TURN TO FORENSIC RECONSTRUCTION TO SPARK TIPS IN DECADES OLD UNSOLVED HOMICIDE

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN: HOMICIDE OF ASPHODEL HEIGHTS OWN JANE DOE STILL MYSTERY NEARLY 30 YEARS LATER

WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT AUSTRALIA'S OLDEST, UNSOLVED AND UNIDENTIFIED MURDER VICTIM

DATE OF DEATH (estimated): Between July or Early-September 1987

DATE OF DISCOVERY: 31 December 1995

STATE OF REMAINS: Skeletal, partially mummified.

LOCATION: The derelict, former recreational camping ground 'Wilderness Country' located on the enclosed property of Crazy Fun Park just outside of Asphodel Heights, Victoria, Australia. Crazy Fun Park is situated a short distance beyond Asphodel Heights, alongside the Hume Highway running in the direction of the Victoria–New South Wales border.

SEX: Female

ESTIMATED YEAR OF BIRTH: 1968 – 1974

ESTIMATED AGE: Between 15 and 21 years old, dental aging places her at 18-19

HEIGHT: 148 - 152 cm

SKIN TONE: Olive skinned potentially fair skinned.

HAIR COLOUR: Black, midback length, straight texture likely styled into a perm prior to death

EYE COLOUR: Unknown, phenotyping revealed dark brown with high probability

CLOTHING: Black colored bra with lace accents. Light grey camisole. Knit white cotton blouse. Schlott bros brand dark brown leather fur-lined Bomber-Style flight jacket with several patches including a stop sign style patch, Snoopy Patch and a square patch reading 'HAVE A BETTER DAY TOMORROW'. "No Exit" Jordache brand High-Waisted Jean Pants with embroidered flower designs and quilting patchwork around the waist and beneath the knees. A black belt with a decorative silver metal buckle. Pantyhose.

ACCESSORIES: A 'JanSport' brand, black backpack with two cyan and pink horizontal stripes was located and recovered approximately 4 meters from the remains. Inside were multiple personal effects (including a black wallet, $67 dollars in AUD coin and bills, two folding matchbooks with the names of motels along the NSW coast, toiletries, purple toothbrush and comb)

TATTOOS, BIRTHMARKS, SCARS: Unknown, phenotyping revealed high-likelihood for having freckles and moles

JEWELLERY: 2 silver hoop earrings, Seiko Quartz brand white metal dial watch with black leather strap, 2 plastic, bangle style pen bracelets colored purple and cyan. Inexpensive, twist-style light metal ring with an large oval 'mood' stone, worn on right hand. Celtic-style ladies silver metal ring with an Opal birthstone (october) worn on left hand. Blue scrunchie located nearby with hair knotted.

[thisisarcanereverie]

Pawn (Moon Knight x Reader)

So this is Angst. I've probably watched moon knight at least 5 times now. I have so many theories and headcannons about this show I love this so much. (especially Steven Grant aka Best Boi)

Also I haven't slept in a while so have fun!

(I also hope I did the switches right)

It was supposed to be a simple mission. 

In and out. 

You, Layla, and Marc with the assistance of Konshu got a tip that a group of Ammit followers, a seemingly small group from what it entailed, were targeting this artifact located in a museum in New York. Konshu said that while the artifact wasn’t nearly as important as what the followers believed. It could still cause harm to whoever they chose to use it on. So, naturally, the group decided to scope it out and put an end to it. 

It was supposed to be a small group. 

You guys got to the site only for it to be an ambush, a lot more followers than what was originally entailed. Marc had luckily already been wearing the suit. However, you and Layla weren’t as fortunate. While both you and Layla were very good at combat, you still had to be careful. Unlike Marc, you didn’t have sacred healing armor from a Moon God. However, despite being careful you ended up finding yourself cornered between three of the followers. Your gun only had one bullet left and you were sure that one dude broke a rib or something when he landed a hit. You weren’t in the best of shape and you were waiting for him to have your back. 

Even as they beat the shit out of you, you were confident he would have your back. 

As they landed punch after punch, kick into your ribs that made you see brown and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, you were sure he would come. 

He was supposed to have your back. 

Like you always had his. 

When it became clear he wasn’t coming back you fought harder, breaking more things in the process, and luckily with cleverness you managed to get two of the followers. The last one didn’t put up much of a fight after you killed the two people with him.

When you noticed the place empty except for the bodies of Ammit’s followers a sickening feeling filled you. 

Where were Marc and Layla? 

You gathered what strength you had to look for them a little before deciding to make your way back to where you guys were staying. 

When you got back there you saw your two teammates patching up, Marc didn’t have a scratch, and Layla looked like she had some bruising on her knuckles however Marc was tending to her delicately, devotedly you would say. Marc didn’t even notice when you entered the room looking for the hydrogen peroxide and pain killers, however Layla being the attentive person that she was noticed almost immediately your state. 

“Holy shit,” She said as she made a beeline for you, her curls bouncing, “what in the fuck happened?”

“I’m fine Lay,” You comforted, “I just need some hydrogen peroxide,bandages, pain killers, and a decent amount of sleep and I’ll be right as rain.” You looked behind her and saw Marc’s brown eyes run over your visible injuries. However pissed off you wanted to be at him, you never could be. You barely managed to get Layla to attend to her own injuries when you got to your room where you bandaged yourself up. It was a painful process, the hydrogen burned like all hell in your open wounds, your hands shook wildly as you bandaged those and took those painkillers dry. You knew you should probably drink more water, especially in this case. You no sooner downed the pain killers when you heard a knock at your door. Carefully checking the peep hole only to be met with the stoic expression you know all too well. You opened the door to Marc and motioned him in. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. Regret shown clearly on his face, “I should have been there.”

“You were busy being Moon Knight,” you said, “let's just not make this a habit, yeah?” You said lightly, wincing as you tried to lay back. Sharp pain shooting through you like lightning. 

“Yeah,” he agreed as he watched your face scrunch in pain, “What’s the damage?” 

“Oh you know, a couple of scratches, bruises, and cuts, and harmless fractured ribs.” You said. 

“So nothing serious.”

“Absolutely.” 

Silence rang throughout the room. You and the dark haired male in front of you have always interacted like this, having known him since before his brother's untimely death. You also knew Steven and Jake. You had grown to like and love each part of the man in front of you, the good and the bad. 

Not that he ever noticed. 

You could see him look into the mirror next to the dresser, locked in some sort of conversation before turning his eyes back to you. 

“Steven wants to talk to ya,” he said, “he just wants to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I don’t know,” you said unsure, “I don’t really want him to see me like this.”

“He just wants to make sure you’re ok, he’ll be fine, he’s tougher than we give him credit for.” He said. You nod, in that instance you see his demeanor shift into one that is more open, more…Steven. 

Steven immediately went into full Steven mode. Fussing over you, making sure that you were set up and that your injuries tended to adequately. It took Steven some time to get adjusted to seeing blood and bruises regularly, however, once he did it turned out he had a natural gift for tending to people's needs.  

“Oh dear,” Steven frets, already adjusting the pillow below your head to get you into a better position, “those wankers really did a number on you sweetheart.” You hold on to his hand and look at him. 

“I’m fine Steven, really, let’s just not make this a habit hmn?”

Steven nodded in agreement before looking back at the mirror then back at you. 

“Jake wants me to tell you that he’s sorry as well.”

“Really I’m fine Steven with a V,” You smiled and squeezed his hand to comfort him, “All I need right now I just need to sleep.” After that you bid your good nights before you fell asleep, slipping into the comfortable arms of dreamless sleep. 

—

This is the fifth time. 

Fucking fifth. 

The first two times you were sure they were just accidents, the heat of the moment distracting them. Being cornered, taking most of the heat from your shared opponent while Marc and Layla did what they did best. They made sure to apologize after, promising that it wouldn’t happen again. 

After the third you started to think maybe it was you. 

Maybe if you were stronger, more durable, cleverer, it wouldn’t happen. If only you were smarter you wouldn’t get cornered on missions taking the brunt of it. So you began to brutally train your body, you ran yourself beyond the point of exhaustion. 

The fourth time rolled around and only Layla noticed your state. 

Marc said nothing. 

He looked…disappointed. 

This was the fifth time, you were slowly bleeding out from the deep gash from your leg, luckily the person missed any important muscles and vessels. You were left, again, alone while Marc and Layla were nowhere to be found. You assumed they were already back and were tending to themselves, or Marc tending to Layla more like it. 

With each step you find your temper flaring with the searing pain. You could see what was going on now, clear as fucking day. 

You were bait. 

A goddamn distraction while Marc and Layla got in and got out unscathed or barely. Fire burned behind you as you came to the realization. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, with the burning rage settling in your gut your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly, nothing but complete sadness settled there. It hurts that no matter how much you’ve been there with him, love him, been both his confidante and his best friend. He would toss you aside for Layla. 

Always Layla. 

You loved her as well, You would’ve given your gun arm if it meant that she lived. You would’ve laid down your life for either of them. 

And the most sick and twisted thing of all. 

Was that even in the midst of your heartbreak and sorrow,

You still would. 

—

Once the gash in your leg was healed enough you quietly grabbed your things. Some part of you wanted to say goodbye to Steven and Jake, you loved them and you had a feeling they didn’t have a part in this, that this was purely Marc. 

You didn’t want to leave, but you knew if you stayed one day you wouldn't be so lucky. You had been lucky so far, they always missed something vital but that wasn’t a guarantee for next time. Next time you could be so seriously injured that you won’t be able to walk back to get what you need for treatment, you could die. 

And you refused to die as someone's bait. 

Once you reach the nightstand you find two pictures that haunt you now. One was a group photo of you, Marc, and Layla. The other was an old picture of you and Marc, you both were still children and nothing in the world mattered more than each other. The angry part of you wanted to smash it, leave the glass everywhere and leave. But the larger, more sentimental part wanted to keep these pictures, since despite everything you still loved them with all your heart. 

You were so engrossed in the photos you didn’t notice the door opening. 

“What’s this?” 

You turned and saw the mess of dark curls leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, the hardened look in his midnight eyes tipped you off. 

Marc. 

You look away from him, not being able to look at him longer. You stuffed the photos in your bag before moving on. 

You reached the pair of jeans on the bed only for Marc’s hand to grab your wrist firmly. 

“Stop,” He said you still refused to look at him, “What the hell are you doing.” 

“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” You asked shortly before yanking your arm away from him to continue. Before you could stuff more belongings your bag was suddenly halfway across the room, its contents spilling out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you Spector?!” You raised your voice still not looking at him. 

“Me?” He asked incrediously, “what the fuck is wrong with me, I’m not the one fucking leaving for no goddamn reason! I mean, you’re not even fucking looking at me!”

“You’re fucking rich y’know that?” You bitterly laughed, “so fucking rich.” 

“Why the fuck are you laughing?”

“Because I’m fed up.” You said finally looking at him, “I’ve loved you, all parts of you, even the bits you're ashamed of and hate yourself for. I’ve never hid that fact, not even when we were children.” You admitted, “I resigned myself to the fact that you’ll never feel that way about me, I’m ok with that. I’m glad you love Layla, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful that Layla loves you the way you’ve always deserved to be loved. I can live with that, and I have been. However, something I can’t live with…is you using me as a pawn.” 

Marc starts to open his mouth. 

“Shut up,” you said, “I’m not done.” Marc closes his mouth. 

“The first few times I didn’t think much of it, when really the red signs were right there. I just thought it was a mistake. Hell, at some point I blamed myself for not being stronger.” You could see his eyes fixating on anything but you after that sentence, “But when those people were hurting me, kicking my stomach until I coughed blood and my vision turned everything blurry, my ribs littered in fractures, and bleeding, and bruised. You were supposed to protect me, I’ve always understood Layla was your number 1 priority, but I was your friend, I’ve been your friend since the beginning. Does my loyalty and friendship mean so little to you?”

“No,” Marc said immediately, looking at you fiercely. 

“No Marc,” You said, “you lie to me one more time I’m just fucking going.” 

“It took me the fifth time to realize, you used me, you used me as a goddamn human shield so that Layla wouldn’t get hurt. You were perfectly ok with me getting stabbed and injured, but not Layla. Not your precious Layla…You didn’t even consider the fact that you knew all too damn well that if it ever came to it, I would die for her. I would do it happily, with a goddamn smile on my face because you’re not the only person who loves her. I would’ve done it for you as well you selfish asshole.” You gathered your bag and belongings from the floor, You didn’t even notice the shards of glass and broken picture frames littering the floor. 

“I’m done,” you said, “I loved you, with everything I had in me I did. I would have given my life. But clearly that was one-sided.” You put your duffle strap over your body and made your way past him to the door. 

You’re almost to the main door when your arm gets pulled back, and there’s Marc, his gaze hard but cracking. 

“Don’t you leave me,” he said, his voice gruff and laced with fustration, “Don’t you fucking leave me.” 

You yanked your arm out of his hold, “You think grabbing my arm will make me stay?” You were met with silence, you went to reach out for the doorknob when you felt his calloused hands hold yours softly. Completely different from two seconds ago. 

“Please sweetheart,” Steven said, his voice soft and pleading, “we need you.” 

You turned to Steven, you could see it in his eyes. He knew what was going on, but Marc kept him quiet. It wasn’t Steven’s fault. 

You brought your hands to his face and wiped the tears that already had formed. You knew what Marc was doing, it was a low blow. Letting Steven front, hoping to change your mind. For him. 

You gently kiss Steven’s eyelids. His salty tears coated your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. 

“I don’t blame you my Steven with a V. I will miss you and Jake, and don’t you or him ever hesitate if you need anything. But I need time away from Marc.” Steven nodded, he sniffled and let go. 

“Marc’s not happy ojos de angel,” Jake warned, “Steven and I will try to hold on to the body as much as we can. But when we slip, he will search for you. He will not stop.” 

“Thank you Jake,” You thanked and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I will miss you.” 

And with that you exited the flat and onto the busy streets of London, your heart breaking with every step. However, at some point, each step got easier, and for the first time you felt like you could breathe. 

You felt like you could sleep.

[merakiui]

So I hear a serial killer Jade 👀 go on. (Ooh as someone that likes tru crime this gave me an idea but I would love to hear more from u)

I have been watching a lot of true crime lately, so it gave me inspiration. I think Jade would be scarier as a serial killer than Floyd. Jade would tear you apart, piece by piece, slowly and methodically—starting with your mentality and working his way outside. Floyd’s kills would be dependent on his mood swings. Most of his murders would be a spur of the moment thing and they’re all violent and angry deaths. At the very least, you won’t have a chance to feel scared because Floyd’s quick about it (most of the time).

I’ll share my brief thoughts below!

(cw: yandere, female reader, pregnancy mention, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, mentions of murder/death/violence, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of blood/gore, drugging)

Ever since police discovered a body half-submerged in the river, his eyes gouged, face scratched, body bruised and littered with scrapes, people have started wondering who or what could have done such a brutal thing. The man was missing his left arm; it had been seemingly severed with a sharp blade and was wrapped expertly. Dark crimson bled through the bandages. There was also a gaping hole in his chest, exposing pearly bone and strings of tissue. His heart was missing. A few fingers had been chopped off and what remained was bandaged stubs, but other characteristics that may be used to identify the body remained intact. It turned out to be a man with a shady past. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with the authorities, but he had been on track for nearly five years now. Those who knew him claimed he had been working to fix his life.

In other words, he wasn’t anyone special. Just your random citizen stuck in a bad place at a bad time.

As the authorities work to piece together this crime and identify what truly killed the man (because there are so many possibilities as the coroner encounters new findings during the autopsy), the city is gripped with fear, curiosity, and disgust. Just what sick person could be capable of such a heinous crime? And why did they remove the man’s heart? Why was it so violent?

By the time another body shows up—this one is female—and police note that her heart has also been harvested from her chest cavity, along with some other organs (liver and intestines), they’re certain it’s the same person. Interestingly enough, her eyes were untouched, blindfolded with a thick strip of cloth.

Is it a cannibal? Is it a monster? No one really knows, and police haven’t the faintest clue on who to look for. Without a potential suspect, they’re stuck building the list from the ground up. Like the man, the woman was also no one of importance. She was a prostitute who had been disowned by her mother and, according to the autopsy, she had been two months into a pregnancy.

With the careful way the organs were extracted, police begin to wonder if the killer is connected to the organ trafficking business. They certainly seem to know their way around a dissection and human anatomy. Perhaps they’re someone in the medical field? It’s anyone’s guess, really.

But from comparing the bodies, they can see a few similarities. The hearts were removed, the eyes were either gouged or covered, and both the man and woman had been dumped in their respective locations after they had been killed. 

As police tell reporters they’re working to solve this case, someone brings up a valid question. Are there any other bodies out there that have yet to be discovered?

Police don’t want to assume that this killer’s body count is higher than what they’ve already found, but it’s a possibility they can’t scratch off the list. The killer targeted unimportant people, but who knows where and when they’ll strike next. If they can kill a pregnant woman so viciously, what’s stopping them from moving onto children? The elderly? 

They must be stopped. 

- - -

Jade Leech loves humans.

He loves their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities, their anatomy, their taste. There really isn’t anything special about his murders. He doesn’t do it for the thrill or because he’s trying to prove an outlandish point. He does it simply because he’s hungry. Because regular meals can no longer satisfy him and humans are so easy to capture and dismantle. 

Azul and Floyd do not know of his obsession and he intends to keep it that way. Both lead promising lives and his is so shrouded in darkness. Should a day come when he’s caught, it would spell trouble for those around him. Floyd has his face; the amount of hate and ostracism he’ll receive will certainly crush him. Azul’s business might even go down with Jade. After all, no one wants to be associated with a serial killer. Therefore, Jade has resolved to hide this world-altering secret from his brother and friend.

He wears a mask to hide his sharp teeth. He makes sure to take transformation potions so that the effect won’t wear off and his monstrous form won’t be exposed to humans. He is polite and respectful—an upstanding member of human society. He keeps his distance, he blends in with the crowd, and he only ever targets those who have been cast aside by society. Rejects in his eyes—people who are no longer cared for by the world. What poor, fragile things. Jade will be sure their sacrifices are not in vain. He will make an adequate meal out of them, and whatever’s left can serve as fertilizer for his dear plants and mushrooms. 

Although it is comical to throw a bone to the police every now and then. The two bodies he dumped—one in the river and the other in a waste bin in some dingy alley—didn’t taste edible at all. He supposes that’s what happens when humans ruin their bodies with alcohol and drugs and other harmful substances. They were of no use to him. They could not feed him. What sorry lumps of human flesh. They weren’t even worth becoming fertilizer.

He meets you through Azul. You’re Azul’s personal fitness trainer and every morning the two of you set off on your mile run. It kills Azul and he hates it, but he does it anyways because a good businessman ought to stay in shape. You’re so encouraging; you match Azul’s pace, you tell him it’s okay to take breaks, and you praise him for doing well. Your behaviors are genuine and kind; you care for Azul and his health. And after a year of this routine, it seems like Azul cares for you, too. 

Jade accompanies the two of you on your runs sometimes, as will Floyd if he’s feeling it. Azul can’t stand it when the two of them join in and he’ll get quite defensive about his reasoning whenever Floyd pokes fun. Jade finds it amusing to see Azul grow flustered and huffy over something so simple. It’s very cute. What’s cuter, though, is you. You’re not a reject, you’re important, you have connections. You’re conscious of your health, you treat your body carefully, and you’re very capable. You are, in Jade’s mismatched eyes, a premium meal. 

When you reach the end of your run, sweaty and thoroughly energized, and you lift your shirt to wipe at your face Jade can’t help staring at your stomach. It’s cute; you’re cute. Every inch of you, from top to bottom, has him salivating. He wonders what face you might make as he slices into you with deadly precision. What will your blood taste like? What will your heart taste like? What noises will you make? Will you scream and cry? Will you fight him? 

Alas, his interest in you is troublesome. People will notice when you go missing. They will come looking. They care about you. Jade supposes that securing high-quality ingredients will prove to be a challenge. This isn’t like the others he’s killed and eaten. This is different; this is risky. But he can’t stop his thoughts from running wild as he observes you from afar, noting how you move, how you interact with other humans, how you light up when you cheer for Azul.

He must plan accordingly if he wishes to take you for himself. In the meantime, he’ll have to settle for street food. 

Jade will have you. It’s only a matter of time. Patience is key, after all, and a skilled hunter like himself knows how to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And when he does finally steal you away after months and months of preparation and practice, you’re horrified. Understandably so, considering his hobby is not legal or morally correct. He’ll console you in a soft voice, but it doesn’t do anything to soothe the fear. Now that you see him without his mask it becomes clear that he’s not entirely human. No human could have sets of teeth that sharp. His teeth are designed for shredding the toughest of flesh. 

You learn that he’s the serial killer everyone’s been talking about on the news. You also learn that his motive isn’t to kill you for the fun or thrill of it. He intends to dissect you, devour every possible organ and limb he can until all that remains are your bones and gallons of drained blood. He’s insane. And when he forces some strange liquid down your throat and you feel yourself growing numb and tired, you plead with a heavy tongue. He’s looking over you like a butcher readying his knives and, as desperation and fear mount, you blurt the first excuse that pops into your head.

You tell him you’re pregnant.

And why should that matter? Jade does not care about pregnancy or human children. But when he sees the tender way you hold your stomach, tears staining your pretty skin, he feels...something. Perhaps he’s conflicted. Perhaps the sight warms his cold heart. 

“Pregnant.” He repeats the word slowly, testing it on his tongue. “You’re pregnant.”

“I am!” You force your eyelids open, willing yourself to stay awake. The moment you fall asleep is the moment your life ends. You can’t let that happen. “I found out a f-few weeks ago. So please don’t do this. Y-You can kill me if you want, but please wait until the baby’s born. Please...”

Nine months. That’s the normal gestation period for human young. Nine months is a long time to wait for a premium meal. He’ll certainly grow restless within the first few months. What is he meant to do with your child once it’s born? Is he meant to devour them as well? He really has no use for a child, but if it’s yours he can make an exception for you. 

“Who is the father?”

“A-Azul.”

"Hm.” His eyes cloud over with an unreadable emotion. “Is Azul aware of this?”

“Not yet. I... I was going to tell him soon.”

Jade frowns. Things just became far more complicated than he anticipated. 

“Very well.” He sets his tools aside, peering down at you on the metal examination table. “You will live for nine months. I shall care for you up until the day you give birth.” His hand lingers on the largest knife in his collection, a subtle warning. “I’m certain you already know the consequences that come with an escape attempt.”

You nod frantically, weakly struggling in your restraints. “T-Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Jade's scrutinizing gaze travels from your face to your throat to your abdomen, and he lifts your shirt to observe your stomach. And then he looks back at you and, in a gentler tone, says, “What would you like for dinner? I’ll prepare something nutritional for you.”

You list a random food, slurring the words incoherently, before your eyes shut altogether and you succumb to the sedative.

You’ll have a few months to work out an escape—if one is even possible. Pray that Jade does not discover your lie in the meantime. If he learns that you are not truly pregnant...

It’s a race against the clock and Jade’s perceptive intelligence. 

[coochiequeens]

May all his victims Rest In Peace

The remains of a second Indigenous woman murdered by a convicted serial killer have been found in a landfill in central Canada, authorities confirmed Monday, after another victim's remains were identified earlier this month.

Marcedes Myran was one of the Indigenous women slain three years ago by Jeremy Skibicki, who is serving multiple life sentences after being convicted of four murders last year.

Skibicki met his victims in homeless shelters, in a case seen as a symbol of the dangers faced by Indigenous women in Canada, where they disproportionately fall victim to violence, termed a "genocide" by a national public inquiry in 2019.

Testimony at Skibicki's trial said he raped, killed and dismembered Myran and another woman, Morgan Harris, in 2022.

Authorities believed their remains were dumped at the Prairie Green Landfill site, north of Winnipeg, the capital of the province of Manitoba. They had been searching the site for months.

On a tree out front of Camp Marcedes, located next to the Canadian Museum for Human Rights, a photo and red dress signify the loss of Marcedes Myran with a call to action in searching the landfills for her remains from Downtown Winnipeg, Canada on September 27 2023.Shay Conroy for The Washington Post via Getty Images

Last month, Manitoba authorities announced the discovery of two bodies.

Morgan Harris's remains were identified on March 7.

Federal police in Manitoba on Monday confirmed the other set of "human remains found in the Prairie Green Landfill search have been identified as those of Marcedes Myran of Long Plain First Nation," a statement said.

The families of Harris and Myran had pushed authorities in Manitoba to search for the bodies.

The body of another of Skibicki's victims, Rebecca Contois, was found in a separate landfill and in a garbage bin, while the remains of a fourth unidentified victim in her 20s are still missing.

In December 2022, Winnipeg Police Chief Danny Smyth wrote an open letter to Indigenous leaders, acknowledging the "unimaginable" pain surrounding the case.

"The investigation involving the murders of Rebecca Contois, Marcedes Myran, Morgan Harris, and Buffalo Woman has been one of the most complex and important homicide investigations during my tenure," Smith wrote. "I have heard the calls from the families, the Indigenous leadership, and the community. I understand your calls; the pain and sorrow is unimaginable."

Indigenous women represent about one-fifth of all women killed in gender-related homicides in the country -- despite comprising just five percent of the female population.

A similar crisis exists in the U.S., where Native American women are disproportionately targeted in murders, sexual assaults and other acts of violence, both on reservations and in nearby towns. 

There were more than 5,700 reports of missing Native women and girls in 2016, according to the anti-sexual assault organization RAINN, which cites statistics from the National Crime Information Center. The Bureau of Indian Affairs estimated more recently that roughly 4,200 cases of missing and murdered Indigenous people remain unsolved.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Murder Mystery - Monday 6th, 2023

Evidence #1 | #2 |

Hello fellow Detectives!

I just got the autopsy report back;

From the report, it seems that she was strangled, and either was hit on the back of the head, or fell back and fractured her head then. From the placement of the body, (laying on her back) either is possible. And there were no drugs found in the blood. Another curious thing, is that her hair was cut after death. So, this would most likely mean that the killer took it as a trophy. Another thing that was not noted in the report, is that Maddison was killed at around 6 AM. (Please add anything you'd like to say about the autopsy, if you find it important).

We also interviewed the family, Mr. and Mrs. Dean, and Sidney Dean. We did not interview Jayson. He was unable to go through with it. His parents do not want him to be more traumatized than he already is.

From this, it seems that Henry has a social media page. If able, we will try and get ahold of any social media we can from any suspects in the future. And another very important note is that we were not able to find Maddison's phone on her body. We believe it is in her dorm, which we would need a warrant for, or someone took it.

During some research; we found out that Henry Campbell is currently dating Eliza Hopkins. They live together, but not on campus. They have an apartment somewhere else.

We actually were able to make a few suspect reports on the few people we have to believe are suspect in this mysterious case. When called about Maddison on Friday, each gave us a small statement which can also be read on their report. They are below; click for a clearer picture.

We've already checked through Google Maps of their location and how long it would take for them to reach the campus. (Based on this address; 1501 Kincaid St, Eugene, Oregon 97405) But, if you would like to double check that work, you may.

Henry Campbell and Eliza Hopkins share a home on 600 Cherry Dr. Apt. 2 Eugene, Oregon, 97401 - approximately an eleven minute drive to campus.

Alexander Scott lives on 118 Treehill Loop, Eugene, Oregon 97405 - approximately a twelve minute drive.

Gracie Ann Kelly was Maddison's roommate.

And both Isabella Wells and Kate Braxston were next door neighbors of Gracie Ann and Maddison.

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We will be interviewing Alexander Scott, Henry Campbell, Eliza Hopkins, Gracie Ann Kelly, Isabella Wells, and Kate Braxston further on Thursday.

We also are trying to get the security videos from that morning of the death. It may take more time to receive those videos.

What do you all think about all this information? What should we take in account and/or do next?

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@micheleamidalajedi @eatmyshortsz666 @doctoriletyougotogalaxy @justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms @marinette-the-clarinet @howlermonkey69

[stxleslyds]

Robin Jason, a friend and ally of the Titans.

PART 1.

Last Friday I was feeling extra rage-y after the news about the Titans mini with the Titans show line-up of heroes. I still think that a) Jason shouldn’t be considered a Titan or be in the team as Red Hood and b) that him going back to wearing a bat symbol on his chest is just bad but as @randomlut said there is a possibility of that book not being set in DC’s current universe and if that’s the case then okay, I will not complain about it anymore.

But this post isn’t about that Titans book it’s about Jason’s Robin’s appearances in volume two of the New Teen Titans!

Now, this won’t be an in-depth review of those issues from a story point of view, it will be a post in which I talk about Jason’s characterization and interactions with the Titans. Maybe I will even dive a little bit into why I think that the interactions that Jason and Roy have in those issues makes the relationship that they had in New52 very out of place.

Let’s begin!

·         NTT (1984) #19

Jason as Robin appears here only in the last page of the issue. After the current team of the Titans appears to be falling apart Donna calls Jason and others to help in a mission, this team that she puts together resembles the “original” line-up with Robin, Speedy, (Kid) Flash, Aqualad and Hawk.

·         NTT (1884) #20-21

Jason appears in the Titans tower along the OG Titans, when Donna finally tells them what the mission is all about (stopping Cheshire from interrupting a meeting) she asks if they are in on the job, Jason is not only excited about being there but about Batman actually letting him come all the way to the tower. A little bit of what Jason thinks or saw in Bruce is shown when Wally says that he “didn’t think the Batman could be thrilled by anything. He is always so grim.”

Basically, what Jason says is that the Bat isn’t that bad if you get to know him and that he cares about Jason’s education outside of vigilantism. Also, Jason seems to be grateful and very receptive of the things that Bruce taught him, he regards him as a very good mentor.

After everyone decides to help, they get on their jet. Here we have a very important interaction between Jason and Donna, she is telling him how she is feeling about the attitude of the rest of the team and about how she is a little bit lost now that she is in charge of the Titans and then she asks what Robin thinks about the whole thing, Jason is obviously thrilled once more, someone as experienced as Donna is asking him for his opinion? It blows his mind away! Batman never does that, he is always following his lead and never has a say on what they do so, to him, helping the Titans is only getting better and maybe he will ask the Bat to let him join them permanently.

Because they were talking Donna wasn’t paying much attention while flying and after they barely avoid crashing the jet, she apologizes to everyone and once more looks for reassurance with Jason, this time Jason is caught off guard but after Hawk teases him about his hesitation he tells her that “everything’s okay”.

When they arrive to Switzerland (where the meeting will be held) we have Jason’s first interaction with Roy Harper and him also slowly transforming into a burrito, that boy was cold and pissed off about it!

It’s really funny to me that Roy talking about Oliver’s pervy arrows is his very first interaction with Jason, who would have thought that a mad man would later make them besties?

They all go inside a building to get warm and for a while Jason is just chilling while the other Titans are all having an existential crisis, because here is the thing, Jason is a kid, he was presumably 14 here while all the other are in their twenties. Donna is having trouble with her new position as leader of the Titans, Wally is trying to live up to Barry, Garth is grieving his love, Roy is still very uncomfortable about being on a mission that involves Cheshire and Hank is just crazy. The others are trying to complete a mission while their real-life problems loom over them and Jason is just on an adventure with cool people.

Its not much later than Cheshire attacks the Titans, she first takes on Wally because he is her biggest threat and then detonates a bomb, now here I will give a little bit of context, Cheshire does not want to kill the Titans as of now, she just wants to incapacitate them because them being there is making her own mission more complicated, all I will say is that she doesn’t truly have villainous intentions and that she has a very weak spot for Roy.

Anyway, the bomb incapacitates Garth and Roy and Cheshire also managed to shoot Wally so only Donna, Hank and Jason are left standing to capture Cheshire, but here is the thing, Hank doesn’t want to capture her, he wants to kill her.

Jason has interacted very few times with Hank so far and it has always been Hank teasing him but now as Jason is going to fight Cheshire Hank interrupts him telling him that he will do “what has to be done”. Cheshire of course wont fall easily and I think that at this very moment she is thinking that killing Hank wouldn’t be a bad idea because he is going to mess her plans up! But not to worry as she is raising her gun Jason comes in to save his ass!

Jason is not a match for Cheshire and after that she quickly subdues him. But what’s important here is two things, first Jason doesn’t want or consider the idea of killing Jade, he just wants to capture her and bring her to justice, secondly, he doesn’t even want her to kill Hank, who has been violent towards every Titan and rude to Jason every single time that he has interacted with him. What I am trying to say is that this IS Robin Jason, he doesn’t think or act the same as Red Hood will in the future, he has his opinions on what punishments killers should get but he is not there to kill anyone himself.

There is this whole page where Donna beats Hank against a tree so he stops killing, because that’s not what the Titans do, she explains that if they do that then the public (that is already quite afraid of them) will just fear them more and they don’t need that, plus she believes that he is acting that way out of grief after losing his brother, as she is saying all of this though she is putting quite a lot of pressure on his chest and that might have ended up in her actually killing Hank if Jason hasn’t been there to stop her.

Donna is obviously not having a good time and after this she says that she “has had it” and that from now on Robin should “take command” because “its his group anyway”. Oh man…its clear to the reader that Donna is not having a good time being team leader but she also misses a certain person a lot. She is obviously not seeing Jason there, she is seeing Dick, the person that she is used to take orders from but he is not there.

Jason is aware of this, he might be a kid and might not have as many problems as the other Titans as of now but he is not a fool and he doesn’t want people to see someone else when they look at him, so he confronts Donna about what she just said/did.

Jason is just great in this scene; he just doesn’t want people that he admires to treat him as if he were someone that he isn’t. Just because Dick isn’t there doesn’t mean that he (because he is Robin) can replace him, they are not the same person and they do not have the same experience. He calls out Donna on her behaviour towards him and Donna being an adult takes responsibly for her actions and understands that ultimately, she was hurting Jason’s feelings. We have a kinda wholesome moment when they hug but because this is written by Marv Wolfman and he just can’t help himself, he proceeds to write Jason as a horny teenager. What a way to ruin the moment Marv…

Back to Cheshire, she is about to kick Wally’s face in when she decides to first tell him what he has to tell the others when they wake up, which is “Cheshire remembers”.

Wally tells the Titans Cheshire’s message but none of them truly understands what it means, Hank says that he doesn’t even understand why they are alive. Donna comes to the conclusion that Cheshire might want something from them and this is where Jason gives his thoughts, he says “Doesn’t matter what she wants. We take care of her. She’s a killer.”, its clear once more than although Jason (as Robin) wouldn’t kill anyone he does feel a certain type of way about criminals and wants them to be locked up.

After yet another verbal fight between Hank and Donna the Titans take a cable car to their next location, Jason is shown as exited about the view and the whole experience once more. When they arrive, they find Faraday (the guy that called Donna for help in #19) and he explains a bit more the situation but Jason once more is having trouble staying warm so he goes to the cable car tunnel nearby, but he doesn’t go alone, Roy goes with him because his “costume wasn’t made for this kind of weather either”, in this second interaction between these two we get to see Jason’s detective skills shine.

Jason has been watching Roy and he found his reaction to Cheshire’s message quite sus. Not only is he showing his detective skills here but he also said in a previous panel this: “The Batman keeps telling me to watch people’s eyes. And every so often I notice you become awfully agitated…like something was going on you didn’t want to be part of”.  Zdarsky, hey pal, I am talking to you, look at this dude! He read Roy like an open book, this is Robin Jason, he likes being Robin and he is brilliant at it, he is methodical because he learnt from paying attention and working with Batman, so, you sir are wrong, not only did UtRH disprove your dumb narrative but so does this interaction (along all his appearances in this book).

Roy is impressed by the kid, and yeah, he calls him kid because he is a kid…Roy is visibly older than Jason as he should, do you see it Lobdell? Yeah, there is no dubious age gap between those two as you made it seem. Roy is impressed because between both of them he is the one that is most experienced, not the other way around. How did Lobdell manage to make up a whole as run where not only were Roy and Jason close in age and besties but also Jason was better at vigilantism than Roy and Roy was the one being impressed. It’s wild, wild and bad.

Back to the issue, Jason taken out of the fight quite fast once more by Cheshire and she proceeds to talk to Roy, that’s where we find out that they were lovers and that she feels weak when she is around him because he makes her feel feelings but that’s not all, she tells Roy that he is “the man that fathered my child” …Oh and now she does want to kill him. That’s where #20 ends, so let’s see what happens with Jason in #21.

In the beginning of #21 Jason is conscious once more and when he hears Cheshire’s threat, he attacks her so she can’t shoot Roy, he also says this “Sorry ‘cat’ that’s a definite no-no. Don’t you know mommy’s and daddies should never fight” I, I don’t know why he had to say it like that…the 80s were weird. While Jason is being himself Roy is thinking “Don’t be cocky kid, Jade hasn’t got a sense of humour…” but because he wants to talk to Jade, he tells Jason to go, that he will handle Cheshire and he leaves.

Roy and Jade talk, Donna and Hawk are fighting bad guys and each other and at some point, Jason joins Garth and helps him take down a couple of guys, he also tries to make conversation with him but Garth is still not talking to anybody.

Cheshire tells Roy that he will never hear about their child again and that he needs to let her do her thing and stay out of it because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, Roy doesn’t do what she asks and she “poisons” him. Donna saves a guy that Hank was trying to kill. After Cheshire leaves Roy comes to the conclusion that she wasn’t there to kill the people from the meeting or that she poisoned him, but because they were there and everything went to shit now the people that were getting together are blaming the Titans for the interruption. The whole thing is a mess and the news channel are not nice about the Titans as a whole, but I am not interested in exploring that here. All you need to know is that the people that made Cheshire do what she did to the Titans were the Brother Blood people.

It’s on the jet that we see Jason again, he and the others are going back to the tower. Because the news are painting the Titans as bad when they are arriving to the tower Jason sees a lot of people protesting about them and he feels bad. This was his first job with the Titans and he is a kid, imagine how sad it would make you if you wanted to help and after getting the job done people were mad at you. But even though he is sad about that he takes time to ask Roy if he is okay after he sees him almost running away from the tower, he doesn’t get a response but he isn’t mad about it.

Jason’s stay with the Titans comes to and end and he says that he loved hanging out with them and is grateful for having been invited, he is so sweet!

·         NTT (1884) #24

Here, for some reason, we see Jason saying goodbye to the Titans again and unlike at the end of #21 Roy is there to see him leave.

I am not going to lie though; I liked this goodbye better it feels like it’s more complete than the other one. Here he says that Batman wants him back in Gotham but that if the Titans ever need him again all they need to do is call. He also mentions Nightwing which is funny because he will be called by Donna again in #26 to help the Titans get Dick back from Brother Bloods Church.

I am going to cut this part here because issues 26 to 31 have a lot of Jason content that I want to explore and I can’t put any more pictures here, also this post is already long as it is now!

I just love Jason’s little moments in these issues, him confronting Donna and reading Roy like and open book in #20 are my absolute favourite, I just think this is a nice way to kinda show how wrong some current characterizations of Robin Jason are and what better way to do that than reading and looking into some good stories.

Oh! Before I forget, in #21 Roy leaves the Titans’ tower to go see Jade and he actually gets to meet his daughter Lian for the first time, so yeah, that was a wholesome moment!

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Movie Review | Zoom In: Sex Apartments (Kurosawa, 1980)

I'd seen this described as a giallo-influence pinku, which naturally meant I had to seek it out. Giallo, a genre of which I've seen my share, often features sexualized violence. Pinku, a genre of which I've seen fewer but am trying to get a handle on, seems to often feature violent sex. So both are already blurring the lines between those two elements, so it's only natural that someone would have combined the two. This combination manifests in the movie in a few ways, at least some of which made this work better for me than all the other pinkus I've seen so far. There's obviously the presence of the black gloved killer imported from giallo land. (The title on IMDb is Zoom In: Rape Apartments, which I imagine would have made the DVD harder to sell. Apparently this is part of a series, with entries seemingly titled to imply zooms in different directions in proximity to different rapacious locations. This is the only one I've seen.) And yes he does kill, but as we're in pinku territory he's also a rapist. And as we're combining the two, his method of torture and murder is the seriously unpleasant use of a blowtorch to the genitals. I don't know if Dario Argento and Lucio Fulci took a trip to Japan and swapped pinku tapes on the way home, but there's a meanness here that anticipates both Tenebre and The New York Ripper, particularly the latter's overtly misogynistic brutality.

The atmosphere of many a giallo has been coloured by whichever Italian city they've taken place, and likewise, you feel the milieu colouring the proceedings here as well. The heroine lives in a high rise apartment, but its surroundings resemble a bombed out wasteland, detritus framed against the illusion of socioeconomic progress. So there's certainly an atmosphere of decay, but you take the bombed out looking environment, and the use of fire, and once you get the shot of a victim completely engulfed in flames, it starts to sink in that maybe there's some historical subtext here about the atom bomb. Like in my previous pinku reviews, I suspect my limited knowledge is leading me to such a reading, but in any case, the look of the movie, while sumptuous, feels less decadent than the stylish architectural and geometric qualities I associate with some of my favourite giallos.

I've struggled with the psychological dimensions of the pinkus I'd seen previously, but this is a case where the giallo influence comes in handy, as those are less about coherent psychology than externalizing states of mind. The genre is often about women who may secretly be into kinky sex, so having a series of kinked out murders that strongly evoke the brutal rape she suffers seems like a logical extension of her trauma. And her eventual turn to the "dark side", signified by the donning of black panties as well as a genuinely stylish and erotic scene where she's pleasured by two black clad lovers as they're licked by flames, feels more plausible in this context. The heroine is played by Erina Miyai, who I'd recently seen as the dominant headmistress in Sex Hunter, and while the contrast in demeanour is drastic between the two characters, I found her both empathetic and able to sell the kinked out dimensions of her character.

I'll give this a strong recommendation, although the murders come with a great big "watch at your own risk" label.