#gameoninterview

[gameonfinn]

Questions with Hudson

“How did you know Harmony Pearce?”

“Before we begin-this interrogation, I--I just wanted to say that I’m innocent. I had nothing to do with Harmony’s murder nor do I know who killed her. And it feels so good getting this off of my chest--now, you may proceed. Ok so--we went to school together. She was what---a freshman when I was a sophomore. She was really popular among students. We spoke briefly once every few days, as you may be aware judging by my letterman jacket I am pretty popular myself and popular kids tend to stick together, at least that’s what I assumed before she ended up dead, and now people have been saying how awfully cruel she actually was. And some are starting to wonder whether the same fate is awaiting all the other popular kids. Perhaps that’s why everyone has been joining glee club. Not why I’m planning to join. I just want to be there for the fun and the music. And there’s this girl--sorry, you may proceed. I ramble when I’m nervous. Not that I have anything to hide. Can I leave now? I really need to pee.”

“Do you know if Harmony had any enemies?”

“I did suspect she had enemies. I wasn’t fond of Harmony myself, but I thought I was just overthinking the situation. But like I said when she died suddenly people started saying these awful things about her, and I realised that maybe I was right this whole time. But popular kids tend to have enemies. Those are the joys of being in the spotlight. I used to think social life was much easier, but I couldn’t be more wrong. High school is kinda like a fight about meat and mates among the lions. I know--it’s silly to compare Lima, Ohio to the jungle. I mean--Africa, I don’t think lions live in a jungle. Unless it’s a panther? I honestly don’t know. Harmony had enemies. I don’t--at least I don’t think I do. So look, officer, don’t get me wrong but Harmony didn’t have to make any enemies. Like, I try to be nice to everyone, despite their status in our school and I don’t think anyone wants to kill me. Then again, being bitchy shouldn’t be the reason someone wants to end you. But let me tell you something. A tragedy struck our city, and no one’s doing anything about this. One of my closest friends died when I was just a kid and no one did anything about that either. So excuse me for wanting to get closure for once in my life---sir. ”

(The officer pulls out a bag containing a necklace with the letteres ‘M.H.P’ engraved onto it) “Have you seen this necklace before? We found it on Miss the night she died and it’s obviously not hers.”

“No. I’ve never seen it before. But no offense, why are you looking into this now? Look, I just want to find the person who did this to my school mate. I don’t care whether she was nice or mean--or whether she was a vampire. I can’t handle unsolved cases. This necklace--it has her initials, right? At least the H and P make sense, unless it stands for Harry Potter, I can’t think of anything else. But I’m sure you guys could get the fingerprints. I’ve never seen Harmony wear it, so perhaps you’re correct. Maybe this isn’t hers. Please just do something about it. Ever since Harmony’s death there’s been chaos and disorder. Everything is wrong.”

“As a cop of ten years, I’m dedicated to finding out who did this to your classmate. We will be doing everything we can to find out what happened to her. You’re safe in this room so if there’s anything you wish to tell me, you can. Is there anything you wish to say?”

“No. I am sorry to break this to you but I am not safe in this room, in that room, in the other room or even in Willa Wonka’s factory. There are people who want to hurt us. I don’t know who they are, or what they want, but I have to stop them. If there’s anything you need me to do, I’ll do it. I’ll help in any way I possibly can. I have friends, sir. A girlfriend! If I won’t do this for myself, I’ll do it for them. I am a leader, and I’ll do anything to protect the people I care about.”

“Thank you for your time, I’ve just one final question. Miss Pillsbury, has she been acting out of character lately?”

“I’m sorry but what does Miss Pillsbury have to do with any of this? Shouldn’t you be going through your paper work, and like trying to find the person who’s causing you all this hassle. I am not trying to tell you how to do your job, okay maybe I am--not the point. I’m trying to be helpful but asking silly questions won’t do you any good! This is exactly why no one wants to be a Lima loser. Our town sucks! And Miss Pillsbury is the nicest person ever, she has these silly pamphlets in her office and she’s awkward to talk to but that doesn’t mean she’s not helpful. Now I would really love to leave because I don’t want to wet my pants, from all this stress! Good day to you, sir.

[secretiveblaine-blog]

Blaine’s Interview

“How did you know Harmony Pearce?”

Harmony was a very popular person and well known all over the school. She made sure everyone knew that she existed, however I wasn’t really her friend. We would say hello when we passed each other, but that’s it.

“Do you know if Harmony had any enemies?”

I believe she did, but I don’t know who the enemies are. With her being as popular as she was, I’m sure that someone was jealous or envious of her. She was also very rude to a lot of people, but I don’t think anyone in the school could hate someone so much to kill them.

(The officer pulls out a bag containing a necklace with the letteres ‘M.H.P’ engraved onto it) “Have you seen this necklace before? We found it on Miss the night she died and it’s obviously not hers.”

I have not seen that necklace before, honestly. I’m sorry. 

“As a cop of ten years, I’m dedicated to finding out who did this to your classmate. We will be doing everything we can to find out what happened to her. You’re safe in this room so if there’s anything you wish to tell me, you can. Is there anything you wish to say?”

I want to know, too. Harmony didn’t deserve to be murdered, and it honestly got this whole town shaken up. Um, there’s not really much to say.. I don’t know if you’re aware, but a lot of the students, including myself, are being threatened and blackmailed anonymously.. That’s the only thing I can think of to say.

“Thank you for your time, I’ve just one final question. Miss Pillsbury, has she been acting out of character lately?”

The guidance counselor? I mean, she is usually very nervous and everything, but the way she was this morning was a little weird. Other than that, she is who she is.

[gameonsmythe-blog]

The Questioning

WHO: Sebastian Smythe WHEN: Monday, September 20th; 1:34 PM WHERE: WMHS WHAT: Surprisingly not a flashback to Sebastian’s sexual experimentation, but merely Sebastian being interrogated by the police over the Harmony Fiasco. 

Sebastian’s heart had nearly beat its way out of his chest after having to show his locker to the officer. He’d already found one not-so-legal surprise the other day, he was nervous that he may find another, but thankfully there were no more bottles to be found. Just a few books and stray pencils, and then he was escorted off to be questioned. He tried to reason with the officer, convince him that it was entirely unnecessary as he wasn’t even in Lima for a good portion of the summer, but the officer ignored him and left him waiting outside of a room in an uncomfortable chair until his name was called by another officer.

The man stood before a table, gesturing to an empty chair which Sebastian slumped down into as they exchanged pleasantries. He crossed his arms over his chest, wishing this was over already, as the officer began questioning him.

“How did you know Harmony Pearce?”

Sebastian sighed, “I didn’t. I just transferred here, the most I knew about her was that she was apparently very popular.. and then she was very dead.”

The officer didn’t seem entertained with his answer, but continued, “Do you know if Harmony had any enemies?”

Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk, thinking about the messages and the drama that was already beginning to start up, “Everyone seems to have enemies around here, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did. High school is built on rivalries and sexual encounters, after all.” He stopped, thinking for a moment, “She obviously went wrong somewhere…”

Ignoring his last comment, the officer pulled out a bag containing a necklace with the letters ‘M.H.P.’ engraved onto it, “Have you seen this necklace before? We found it on Miss the night she died and it’s obviously not hers.”

Sebastian glanced at it and shook his head, “Never.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “Look, I’ve already tried to tell you, I wasn’t even in Lima for most of the summer. I don’t know anything about what happened to Harmony Pearce, I obviously wasn’t involved, and I’m not going to be any help to your investigation.”

The officer put his hands on his hips, staring down at Sebastian as he moved straight along, “As a cop of ten years, I’m dedicated to finding out who did this to your classmate. We will be doing everything we can to find out what happened to her. You’re safe in this room so if there’s anything you wish to tell me, you can. Is there anything you wish to say?”

A dry laugh escaped the boys throat, “I don’t think we’re really safe anywhere…” At the cocked head of the officer, he shook his head. “Never mind. No, there’s nothing I can tell you. I mean, it’s great that you’re so dedicated to the case or whatever, but I can’t help you. I don’t know anything.”

The officer nodded. “Thank you for your time, I’ve just one final question. Miss Pillsbury, has she been acting out of character lately?”

Sebastian’s brow furrowed, “Isn’t she the nutcase counselor? I don’t know, I don’t know what her usual is like.” He shrugged but stood up, nodding once to the officer before quickly exiting the room.

[rosesandwritingdesks]

On the Night of...

Who: Marley Rose, mentions of Emma Pillsbury, Harmony Pearce, and various Lima, Ohio police officers. 

Where: McKinley High School, 8:35am

When:  September 20th, Monday

Notes: Interrogation time.

Marley had to admit, while the police finally seemed to be taking some actual helpful measures in finding Harmony's killer, their presence also heightened her already flaring anxiety. She had nothing to hide concerning their main goal, but the threat of those anonymous texts and messages lingered in the back of her mind, constantly trying to push through all her other thoughts. When it came down to having an actual interview, she could feel her palms beginning to sweat; she had to steel herself against the cold, plastic seat outside of the room they were holding the interviews in. 'Just be honest and everything will be fine.' Watching as the student before her stepped outside, not a second later was her name called. Breathing out unsteadily, she forced her legs to unlock, standing and moving into the room, taking a seat directly in front of an officer she recognized from earlier in the morning. A quick introduction, then it was right down to business.

“How did you know Harmony Pearce?”

Okay, simple enough. "I actually didn't know her that well. Since we lived in the same city, I'd seen her in passing before, but besides the cordial wave or 'Hello', we didn't talk,"

“Do you know if Harmony had any enemies?”

And.. not so simple. "Not that I know of. I've.." A beat, Marley's fingers automatically threading and wringing together in her lap, "I heard that she wasn't exactly friendly with a lot of people, but I think she might have kept more to herself than anything. Again, I didn't know her well, so there's not much I can say on the subject,"

Nodding, the officer proceeded to pull out a bag containing a necklace with the letters ‘M.H.P’ engraved onto it, sliding it close for Marley to view, “Have you seen this necklace before? We found it on Miss the night she died and it’s obviously not hers.”

Her mind drew a complete blank; good, this would be an easier answer. "No, I'm sorry, but I've never seen it before,"

“As a cop of ten years, I’m dedicated to finding out who did this to your classmate. We will be doing everything we can to find out what happened to her. You’re safe in this room so if there’s anything you wish to tell me, you can. Is there anything you wish to say?”

Marley bit down hard on her bottom lip, feeling a tug of some misplaced emotion on her chest - guilt? Why would she feel guilt? She remained completely clueless to Harmony Pearce and her untimely death as most others had stated. Although, whether she or the police could trust anyone else's word continued to be up in the air. Closing her eyes for a split-second, she took a deep breath and shook her head, "Only that I hope you find whoever did this. I really do,"

“Thank you for your time, I’ve just one final question. Miss Pillsbury, has she been acting out of character lately?”

"Miss Pillsbury?" The brunette's thoughts drifted back to their encounter in the hall, sharing confused, concerned looks with a few students as the guidance counselor seemed to fall apart right before them. And that portion about hateful messages.. "I-I couldn't really say, I'm new so, I barely know how she normally acts. I assumed everyone was acting a little out of sorts with the death and everything, so, no, nothing out of character,"

They couldn't have released her fast enough. Although she attempted to be casual about walking out, Marley couldn't help the slight rush in her footsteps. She'd bee utterly useless, that much was certain; all she could do was hope that someone managed to have better information than she did.. and that maybe she could avoid another onslaught from the messages for today.