#fahkeet

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Light Club Fahkeet

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ghosting | fahkeet | trial 4

Fahkeet had gone into the trial room surprisingly calm; perhaps vague isolation and refusal to speak to almost everyone wasn’t good in the long run, but for now it calmed her down just a bit… Which was quite a feat, as she’d been a wreck previously.

Pacing a bit on the spot trying to clear her thoughts, she figured that she could at least try to lay down what she had found…

“ A-Alright, so… Um, maybe you already mentioned it, but—! There were footprints in the area… Like he’d been chased down, or chased someone else. And… The crack in the mirror behind him was likely from him hitting his back against it… So– Something, uh.. Something heavy must have hit him. ”

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far from the fame | mistrial reaction | fahkeet

For a moment, Fahkeet hadn’t understood. She was too lost, caught up in the situation, to really get it. But the truth hurts, as you say, and when the truth dawned upon them, she finally kind of understood what it meant- It felt like a kick in the gut without the blowback, and it almost hurt physically, made her nauseous and left her feeling as if she’d eaten something rotten. Idiot. She felt like an idiot, for not doing more, not helping, anything. Were they all going to die? Be punished? She surely deserved it, if anyone.

Dizzy and still disoriented, she sank down to a sitting position, leaning with her back against the podium while trying to desperately shut out the noise around her. fumbling around a bit with her coat, she found and held a grip of the necklace she wore under it, a beaded necklace with a cross at the end. The corners of the cross dug into her gloves and gave a somewhat piercing feeling in her hands, but she disregarded it.

Trying to hide her face away with her hood, she said a quick prayer through hushed sobs. It was about now she started to feel stupid for thinking maybe things would get better in here.

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for whom the bell tolls | ch 3 trial | fahkeet

Silently making her way to the podium for the now third time, Fahkeet didn’t look like she was doing too well; dark bags under her eyes showing a clear lack of sleep and her appearance as a whole pretty worn and unkept. Not like she gave it much thought- Surely, the others around, if anyone, would understand that maybe appearances weren’t too important anymore.

Biting her already too short nails, her fingers already hurt due to the sensitive exposed skin, but it wasn’t a concern anymore.

“Well, uh… I guess I investigated a bit, with… Mimori. The rag we found was bloody, but none of the blood was wiped from the floor, or, uh- The bodies.” 

Shifting her gaze a bit around the room, she seemed restless but not nervous- She had no reason to be nervous. Still, it felt a bit awkward to speak in front of everyone… Why, she couldn’t pinpoint, but the feeling remained.

“The killer must have been pretty strong… Not only to kill two people in this fashion, but- Itachi’s ribcage was broken, and… Even with a weapon, that’d need quite a bit of force. ”

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why don't you do right | fahkeet | re ; aibek

After doing practically nothing in the trial from after she had pulled out the knife she'd found at the start of it all, all the evidence she'd gathered being pulled out under her before she could say anything, Fahkeet kept quiet. 

The air basically smelled of testosterone in the heat of the moment, with a punch flying and the quick violence broke out between Aibek and his unfortunate victim. Part of her almost felt like she was back in kindergarten, thinking about how stinky boys are. Or something. Not wanting to step in due to the risk of getting caught in something she wasn't involved in, she almost sheepishly cleared her throat and spoke.

" W-Well, Aibek, don't take this the wrong way, but... I just think it's, uh, kind of funny... That you get so upset over the accusation, despite claiming to be innocent... Everything, uh, kind of makes sense, you know. "

Kind of discreetly, she puts her vote in.

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Just Some Thoughts: Trial 2 | Mimori | Re: Dai, Teddie, Pietro, Fahkeet, etc.

Ok, the knife thing she was honestly a bit stumped on. However, there was one other thing that felt off to her.

"So, the only destroyed films are Cheshire's and Miura's...then Robin's and Hitoshi's are switched? It all feels too random. I think they're trying to scatter evidence to frame multiple people." 

Of course, that doesn't mean she knew who the actual culprit was. She needed more to go on for that.

"Anyway, Mercurio, Fahkeet, Robin, around when did you each spot the bloody knife? Why would it have moved?"

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Round 2: Fight! | Mimori | Trial 2 | Re: Fahkeet

So, it was time for a trial. Mimori had done as much investigating as she could, even though she couldn't quite piece together what all the evidence meant. She looked at the knife in Fahkeet's hand, tilting her head in thought.

"Hm...there was a knife missing from the kitchen, so that lines up. When I looked at Kozakura's neck, she'd been stabbed there, probably by the same knife. It is the same kind as from the kitchen, right?" 

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don't bring a gun to a knife fight | fahkeet | trial 2

Entering the trial room, Fahkeet looked a bit more distressed than last time. She'd not slept too well recently, and murders were kind of emotionally draining. Hopefully nobody blamed her for being a bit on edge. Sighing a little, she gripped and clawed nervously on the podium in front of her with whatever nails she still had, after biting most of them to nothing. Looking around, she carefully sighed.

" Well... To start with, inside of the, uh.. Room where the body was, um- There was a shelf. With all the reels... The, uh, movies, you know. They were organized after how well everyone, ah, did in the production of the movie... But both Hiroshi's and Cheshire's reels were missing. Yamato's and Robin's cases also, uh, swapped places. "

Shifting a bit on the spot, she blinked, before looking through the deep pockets of her coat. 

" I found Hiroshi's case in the trashcan. Where the reel would go, I found, uh, this. "

Not even hesitating, she pulls out a bloody knife and holds it up a bit so the others can see.