Random Weekly Roleplay - The Room (but not, like, that one)

[Hezekon]

Redga looked around the room he was stationed in. It was bare, white-washed, and yet still somehow entirely dirty. There was a single pane of a mirror hanging on the wall beside him. To be honest, he wasn't "stationed" there, and neither was that a "mirror" in the traditional sense. He was being held in here for questioning. He knew that much. Behind the glass coated with reflective material, he knew there were any number of people looking at him, watching, judging, peering, analyzing. And only the humming of the lights above him -- they always seemed to hum, didn't they? -- could serve do distract him. Which is to say, they were not doing a terribly brilliant job. It had been over an hour, he guessed, since he was put in here. And no one had come. To question him for what? He couldn't say. No one had told him precisely why he was here.

He took another gulp on air. Now he had to continue waiting. However long that took.

 

[Monroevia]

In a seedy bar, in a seedier part of town, two detectives talked about their day. Detective Simpson said, "well, Cimpcon, what a day, we finally found a person of interest directly involved in the Ditzy Dame murder. I never thought we'd pull it off, but we at least got him in for questioning." Cimpcon clinked glasses with Simpson and downed his dirty glass of milk, wiped his mouth with his dirtier sleeve and burped loudly. 'BUHHHHRRRRP, yea, dude, it was pretty easy finding him, considering his tee-shirt said, "I'm with Stupid". That right there implicated him. '

Cimpcon looked deeply into Simpson's eyes before saying, "my god, you have the deepest, bluest eyes, I've ever seen. Like a mystical blue pool of the lovliest water". Quickly realizing what he said, he changed the subject! "Hey, I keep having the strangest feeling we forgot something! I hate when that happens!"

They both ordered another drink and talked more about Simpson's eyes.