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Post by Riley Poole on Jun 29, 2009 21:46:56 GMT -5
(It’s okay, sometimes our characters just do that ^-^ )
Riley saw that there was no way he could cheer the mouse up. Riley decided to go back to his computer when he noticed the headline on CNN.com, an expensive Ruby had been lost, and in Disney World no less. Looking back up at the mouse over the computer screen Riley wondered if this could cheer the mouse up. ‘What am I thinking, I shouldn’t even worry that much, I mean I don’t even know that mouse’s name’ Riley thought to himself as he went back to working on his laptop.
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Post by Basil on Jun 30, 2009 17:06:15 GMT -5
What a pathetic sight Basil was, slumped up against the wall, feeling heartily sorry for himself. He was nearly stepped on by one or two of the shop's customers, but the detective never even noticed.
In fact, even if he had been crushed beneath someone's heel, he would not have cared. Such was the depth of Basil's depression.
<<Oooh! Good idea on the missing gem headline. Sounds like just what the doctor ordered :D >>
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 1, 2009 15:44:56 GMT -5
(Why thank you, I thought it was just what Basil needed ^-^)
Riley sighed as he looked up at Basil. Even if it wasn't his fault, it would be wrong to leave the mouse like this. He probably wouldn't of even noticed if someone stepped on him.
Riley printed out the headline before crumbling it up and throwing it towards Basil's direction. Riley then went back to typing on his computer like nothing happened hopping that the mouse would read it.
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Post by Basil on Jul 1, 2009 16:28:49 GMT -5
Basil barely glanced up as a wad of paper careened his way, nearly striking him before coming to rest a few inches off. So what if it did strike him? Nothing mattered now. He could make out one bit even crumpled as it was. 'Police baffled,' it read. Well, what of it? The police were often baffled; that was Basil's experience. It wasn't as if he'd been retained to solve the case, whatever it was, for the local police department. Still... Basil supposed it wouldn't hurt to at least see what was so baffling. He unfolded the paper and began to read. 'Priceless Ruby Missing from Theme Park Display' The detective's brow furrowed in concentration, and he muttered to himself as he absorbed the pertinent facts. "Valuable gem on loan from private collection...disappeared from jewelry shop...no clues--ha! There are always clues, for those who have eyes to see them!"The depression forgotten, Basil's every muscle tensed, his every sense was on the alert, for here was a case worthy of the great mouse detective. "Come, Daw--oh..." He'd forgotten for a moment that he had no sidekick, which was dashed awkward. What about that author chap? He might do in a pinch. Leaping lightly onto the table where Riley was at work, Basil shouted, "The game is afoot, Poole. A valuable gem is missing, most likely stolen, from a shop on this very street. And it is up to us to recover it." |
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 1, 2009 21:08:12 GMT -5
Riley grinned to himself as he saw his plan worked. Now that the mouse wasn’t depressed anymore Riley could go on minding his own business. What Riley didn’t expect however was that the mouse was going to come and ask for his assistance. Well more like expect his assistance.
Riley weighed the pros and cons of helping in his head, ultimately deciding to help. After all their probably was a big reward. “Sure I’ll help,” Riley said to the mouse. “It happened at the Jewelry store down the street right. We should go their then,” Riley added.
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Post by Basil on Jul 2, 2009 16:34:25 GMT -5
"Brilliant deduction, Poole," said Basil, not entirely without sarcasm. But the excitement of the case before him was too intoxicating to waste time berating his companion for stating the obvious.
The mouse hopped onto Riley's shoulder and shouted masterfully, "To the jeweller's shop!" never doubting for an instant that he would be obeyed.
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 2, 2009 18:21:51 GMT -5
Riley was starting to suspect that working with the mouse would not be as easy as he thought. For one that sarcastic reply wasn’t entirely needed, sure it was stating the obvious but he felt something had to be said. Another thing that annoyed Riley was the fact that the mouse expected him to just carry him without asking if he could even clime up on his shoulder on the first place.
“You know, I’ve always heard that manners and, oh I don’t know, asking politely for people to do things works wonders” Riley said sarcastically as he made it clear that he was not going to get up from the chair without the mouse asking for him to carry him to the Jewelry shop.
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Post by Basil on Jul 2, 2009 22:22:23 GMT -5
Normally, Basil treated others with all the good manners expected from a British gentleman. But when he was on a case, everything else was forgotten.
Besides which, he expected the force of his personality to command obedience. It worked with Dawson, who did more or less everything he was told.
"No time for chit-chat! The trail grows colder every moment we delay."
Basil's impatience was mounting as he tapped his foot upon Riley's shoulder.
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 5, 2009 18:06:37 GMT -5
Riley felt himself feeling less inclined to help the mouse at that statement. He never liked it when people just told him to do things without asking. Ben was the only one who could get away with that and even then he often made a point of reminding Ben of how it annoyed him.
“You’re right, there is no time for chit-chat” Riley said sounding as if he agreed with Basil. “That’s why you should scurry of and go find that Ruby,” Riley added as he picked Basil by his coat and put him off of his shoulder and onto the table. Riley didn't have to help Basil, and if the mouse was going to be too much trouble to deal with he simply wouldn't help.
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Post by Basil on Jul 6, 2009 17:56:14 GMT -5
Poor Riley was on the receiving end of Basil's somewhat mercurial temper. And after he'd been so helpful during the mouse's depressed state, too.
Not that Basil meant anything personal by it. He thought anyone would leap at the chance to help sove the mystery of the gem's disappearance.
Once given the brush-off, and quite literally at that, Basil starightened his shoulders and replied stiffly, "I see. So, my original assessment was correct, despite your protestations."
"Return to your machine, then, Mr. Poole, and write about someone else's acventures. I have the honour to wish you a very good day."
With an icy nod, the mouse turned smartly on his heel and marched out of the shop.
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 30, 2009 17:35:20 GMT -5
At these words Riley found himself torn between joining the mouse just to prove him wrong, and not helping because of how much a pain it seemed to have to do a case with the mouse. ‘Why should I care what a mouse things anyway’ Riley thought to himself as his foot tapped impatiently.
Then the solution hit him, solve the case on your own. Sure Riley knew the mouse probably had more experience but he had technology, and could hack into the security cameras as well as police files and stuff like that. With that in mind Riley started to hack into the Disney Surveillance to get access to the security footage. Once he got that he would come up with a plan.
((Who will win: Instinct or Technology? Personally I think Basil has the advantage of experience))
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Post by Basil on Jul 30, 2009 21:59:01 GMT -5
<<Oooh, you naughty boy, trying to beat Basil at his own game! That was unexpected ;D >>
Basil headed up the street, still slightly miffed. "Who cares for him anyway?" he told himself. "I've solved more difficult cases than this without any help from anyone."
Although that was quite true, Basil did prefer working with a sidekick. Particularly one who showed suitable amazement at his demonstrations of deductive reasoning.
Once at the scene of the crime, all thoughts of Riley were pushed aside. A crowd of curiosity-seekers was held at bay outside the shop, but Basil wove his way around their feet without difficulty.
The shop itself was closed off to the public, but it was no great feat for someone as small as Basil to slip in unseen as the police inspector exited.
The mouse found himself inside an opulent shop filled with gleaming glass cases of jewellery. A small knot of castmembers huddled together, casting worried glances at one another.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," he began, "and madam," with a tip of the hat to the lady, "If I may offer my services as a consulting detective, perhaps I can be of assistance. My card."
The senior employee turned with surprise to the voice, and was about to have the mouse ushered out into the street; he thought better of it, squinted at the tiny calling card, and nodded curtly.
"I'm not even going to ask how you found out about this so soon. The police said not to talk to anyone, but I'll take any help I can get at this point, Mr...Basil of Baker Street. That ruby was on loan to the park, and we have to get it back at all costs. I don't have to tell you that time is not on our side."
"Of course, of course. Tell me everything and, pray, be as precise and detailed as possible."
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 31, 2009 16:22:23 GMT -5
(( what can I say, brilliant ideas just pop into my head ;D))
It didn’t take long for Riley to hack into the system and was given access to the video of the night of the robbery. With the footage taking up almost half of the laptop Riley fast forwarded the video till around the crime was said to be committed.
As the video played on his computer screen Riley watched as a person in a ski-mask came into the front door, apparently using a key since there was no sound of glass breaking. As the criminal walked forwards he headed directly towards the Ruby. Once there the criminal cut a hole in the glass and took it out before going straight out again and making a clean getaway.
While the video was very clean and simple, it still left a lot unanswered and there were a few things that didn’t match up. If the robber had keys to the front door he, at least Riley thought it was a he, probably worked there or had a chance to swipe the keys from someone who did work there. But if that was the case, why did he need to cut open the Ruby case. Sure their could be a chance they did it just to make it seem like a common burglary, but then why use the key when breaking the door would have been more effective in portraying that. Also if the Robber wanted to steal for profit why didn’t he steal anything else?
Riley sighed he was getting nowhere. ‘Ben makes this look way too easy, but then again he’s always looking for some deeper mysteries in everything’ Riley thought depressed. ‘Wait a moment, deeper mysteries!’ Riley thought getting an idea ‘maybe there’s something special about that Ruby that the public doesn’t know about!’ It was such a crazy theory that it could be true. With this in mind Riley started to try and find more information about it when he noticed who actually owned the Ruby.
“This is perfect.” Riley said as he took out his phone and started to dial. He put the phone to his ear grinning to himself. “I’ll have this case solved in no time” Riley said to himself as he waited for the Rubies owner to pick up the phone.
((Somehow I doubt it will be as easy as Riley thinks. And who could be the *coughcough*obvious*coughcough* owner of the Ruby. ))
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Post by Basil on Jul 31, 2009 21:26:53 GMT -5
There was very little to tell. The castmembers explained to Basil that the ruby was gone when they opened the shop. Although they had security cameras, which tapes the police had confiscated, they feared that the thief would be long gone by the time any useful information was discovered on the tapes.
Basil concurred. "The official police generally go about these things wrong-end foreward. The scene of the crime ought to yeild us some useful clues." So saying, the mouse drew his magnifying lens from his pocket and began a systematic search.
"The glass case was cut with a common glass cutter. The impression of the gem is still visible on the cushion, which tells me the size and shape of the missing stone. The door was not forced or jemmied. Ergo, the thief had a key. And here, unless I am very much mistaken, is a set of very fine imprints of our man's shoes."
Basil studied the trail carefully until he was certain he could recognize those footmarks again.
<<This is all for me. I'm off on vacation 'til well after the new site starts up. Hope to see you on the other side.>>
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