Let's get started, shall we?
"Hello everyone, my name is Vash Zwingli, private detective. I assume you all know why I'm here?" Vash snapped, green eyes darting across the room. His footsteps were hollow on the light wooden floor as he carefully inspected the faces of the dancers, stylists and technicians.
"Mister Roderich," He nodded curtly to the man question, who was still wearing his ruffly dance costume , eyes red and puffy, "has contacted me, to solve the murder which occured here,this evening, in this building." There were various choked sobs and gasps from the audience and Vash turned his back to the crowd, taking a scroll out of his pocket, unfolding it.
"Francis Bonnefoy was found in a storage room , somewhere around 6 PM, short after the dance repetions had ended. His body was severely damaged, with various serious injuries, such as broken legs, a broken arm and a broken neck. All the signs point to a violent murder."
Someone gagged. "F-Francis.."
Vash turned to see a tanned girl in a blue dress ,hair falling loose from her tight bun, pressing her hands against her mouth. "M-my brother.."
Vash gave her a quick look of pity before folding his hands behind his back and turning to the rest of the crowd.
"All of you were in the building, the moment Francis was murdered. This means you are all suspects. No one is going to leave this building until I've found the culprit."
There were small noises of protest from the crowd.
"What about our work? Our lives?" A Chinese man snapped, taking off his ballet shoes. A girl with a green ribbon in her hair jumped up, pointing at the Chinese man. "How dare you!? There was someone MURDERED here tonight!"
Vash's eye twitched in annoyance. "Please calm down, Miss Van Rijn, Mister Wang. Your employers will be informed. I suggest you call your family to inform them about the situation."
Bella van Rijn sat down on one of the wooden benches again, furiously wiping a handkerchief over her cheeks. Yao Wang folded his arms, huffing. "Ridiculous, aru."
Vash Zwingli sighed, readjusting his hat. "Thank you, Miss Elizaveta told me the HetaBallet group owns various mattresses and blankets and that there are various empty dressing rooms available. Mister Roderich and Miss Elizaveta, would you mind guiding the suspects to the dressing rooms?"
Roderich nodded, inhaling shakily. "Follow me,everyone."
"Wait a second." Everyone turned his head towards the large Russian sitting in the corner. He looked at Vash with a kind smile, and Vash felt shivers travel down his spine. "We don't really have to stay here, do we?"
"I am certainly not kidding mister..?" "Braginski, Ivan Braginski." The Russian anounced happily.
"Everyone is going to stay here, or I will have to arrest you on the spot." Vash snapped through gritted teeth.
The girl beside Ivan Braginski snorted, glaring at Vash with burning hatred."Well, I hope everyone knows how to protect himself when the killer tries to murder them in their sleep, since he's locked in this building with us."
The crowd shuffled uneasily, throwing eachother panicked looks.
A pale man with red eyes spat on the ground. "Don't worry Ruskie, I'm sure you won't be attacked, judging by the amount of knives you're always waving around."
The woman grinned. "Wanna see them up close, you demon spawn?"
Vash almost growled in frustration. "Everybody shut your mouths, NOW! Nobody is going anywhere until I've found out who the culprit is, and believe me, I will find out! If someone wants to confess in order to soften the verdict, now you've got the chance."
It was completely silent, until a sassy voice called out. "Well, I think we all totally know who's done it." Vash turned to the blonde haired man, who he recognized as Feliks Lukasiewicz, eyebrows raised. "You've got something to say, mister?"
Feliks pointed his manicured finger to a figure slumped on the ground, still sobbing slightly. "It was Arthur, ofcourse. He was even holding the body when we found it!" The other members of HetaBallet made soft noises of agreement.
Arthur lifted his head, eyes red, face still stained with blood. The blonde man stepped closer to him. "Like, were you so jealous that Francis got to be the main dancer that you killed him? I know you are pathetic but I never thought you could stoop that low."
Arthur's face twisted in a sneer and he lashed out in Feliks' direction. "SHUT UP!"
"SILENCE!" Vash roared. "We are not going to blindly accuse someone of murder! All of you, go to the dressing rooms. I will later approach you individually to listen to all of your stories. Good night!"
As the crew followed Roderich out of the room, Vash hid his face in his hands. He had a feeling this was going to be a rough case.
Zwingli Detectives
Vash Zwingli
Report: 1
Date: 29-3-2015
Crime: Murder
Victim: Francis Bonnefoy, 26
Cause of death: Under investigation.
Suspects: Profession: Notes:
Arthur Kirkland,Ballet dancer,Found on the crime scene.
Antonio Carriedo,Stylist
Gilbert Beilschmidt,Stage technician
Ludwig Beilschmidt,Stage technician/builder
Lovino Vargas,Decor painter
Feliciano Vargas,Ballet dancer
Sesel Bonnefoy,Ballet dancer,Sister of the victim
Elizaveta Herdevary Ballet dancer/coach,Owner of HetaBallet
Roderich Edelstein Ballet dancer, co-owner
Feliks Lukasiewicz Stylist
Bella Van Rijn Stylist
Natalia Braginski Ballet dancer
Ivan Braginski Ballet dancer
Yao Wang Ballet dancer
So we've got a crime, a detective and the suspects. I think we're all set. Don't worry,most "suspects" will probably be out of the game fairly soon. Thank you for reading.