(OOC: This is an RP between me, @EmoKitty21, and @Krisseon. No one else may post here, but you may view at your own pleasure while our story unfolds.)
BIC:
The light of the day shone down upon the bustling city of light - Lumiose City, home to many trends, drama, and entertainment, as well as great food and great starts for many an aspiring adventurer in their chosen careers. This city was hopping as people rode on Skiddos and Gogoats, as well as in cabs, as paid transportation. Everyone was going along with their calm and busy lives, including one certain individual.
A tall, strapping, young man in a blue themed suit, hair, and eyes could be seen walking down the streets, his satchel slung across his shoulder and softly rubbing up against his hip as he walked with a straight posture. Choosing to ignore the cabs and Gogoat Shuttle, he had more important matters to attend to and needed to walk as he thought. He looked down at the brochure for the art gallery he had in his hand and a sticky note he received from his superior about a certain case that he stuck on the brochure. Apparently, someone had filed a missing person's report in this city seven years ago, but the case went cold, as there were hardly any witnesses during that time. No one came forward except for a couple of individuals, but the clues they gave were too little. Hearing that the person was actually recreated in a painting, the young detective decided to enjoy some down time by looking at this painting and gain some inspiration of where she may be. He had some suspicion that the young lady was either kidnapped or had ran away, as most teenagers do during that period, but he didn't want to make any conclusions just yet.
After maneuvering through the streets, he stumbled upon the art gallery nestled in between some very pale and insignificant buildings. Crossing the slightly busy street and expertly dodging the cars and Pokemon, he made it to the gallery and walked inside. This man was a fan of art, and going inside took his breath away.
The art gallery was built to represent a mausoleum of some sort, with pillars on the outside to support the eave and pillars on the inside to support the large roof. There was a second floor that people could see on the first floor as they looked up, being supported by these very same pillars. On this platform, there was a hole in the middle that showed off hanging Pokemon skeletons expertly crafted from some kind of thin material. He looked in front of him to see a reception area for tours and admissions. Going up to the counter to pay for an admission ticket, he spotted something from across the room. The lady went through the rules in a somewhat cheery voice, something about something against taking pictures. He thanked her and immediately went to the far side of the room, passing by many works of art by either people from the early days of art to modern day artists trying to make a living and gain their fame. Then, he finally got there.
It seemed like there was some fuss, as there was a spot where a painting should have been, but it was gone... Where could it have been taken? He pulled out his wallet from the pocket inside his dark blue dress coat and flipped it open to reveal his badge and ID to allow him through the crowd and asked anyone who could hear his voice, "Who is the owner of the painting? Are they here?" The bass from his words carried through the crowd.
He looked about, hoping someone would introduce themselves to him. It wasn't that hard to find him anyway. The guy stood an impressive six feet, four inches in height and he resembled a nicely dressed blue popsicle.
BIC:
The light of the day shone down upon the bustling city of light - Lumiose City, home to many trends, drama, and entertainment, as well as great food and great starts for many an aspiring adventurer in their chosen careers. This city was hopping as people rode on Skiddos and Gogoats, as well as in cabs, as paid transportation. Everyone was going along with their calm and busy lives, including one certain individual.
A tall, strapping, young man in a blue themed suit, hair, and eyes could be seen walking down the streets, his satchel slung across his shoulder and softly rubbing up against his hip as he walked with a straight posture. Choosing to ignore the cabs and Gogoat Shuttle, he had more important matters to attend to and needed to walk as he thought. He looked down at the brochure for the art gallery he had in his hand and a sticky note he received from his superior about a certain case that he stuck on the brochure. Apparently, someone had filed a missing person's report in this city seven years ago, but the case went cold, as there were hardly any witnesses during that time. No one came forward except for a couple of individuals, but the clues they gave were too little. Hearing that the person was actually recreated in a painting, the young detective decided to enjoy some down time by looking at this painting and gain some inspiration of where she may be. He had some suspicion that the young lady was either kidnapped or had ran away, as most teenagers do during that period, but he didn't want to make any conclusions just yet.
After maneuvering through the streets, he stumbled upon the art gallery nestled in between some very pale and insignificant buildings. Crossing the slightly busy street and expertly dodging the cars and Pokemon, he made it to the gallery and walked inside. This man was a fan of art, and going inside took his breath away.
The art gallery was built to represent a mausoleum of some sort, with pillars on the outside to support the eave and pillars on the inside to support the large roof. There was a second floor that people could see on the first floor as they looked up, being supported by these very same pillars. On this platform, there was a hole in the middle that showed off hanging Pokemon skeletons expertly crafted from some kind of thin material. He looked in front of him to see a reception area for tours and admissions. Going up to the counter to pay for an admission ticket, he spotted something from across the room. The lady went through the rules in a somewhat cheery voice, something about something against taking pictures. He thanked her and immediately went to the far side of the room, passing by many works of art by either people from the early days of art to modern day artists trying to make a living and gain their fame. Then, he finally got there.
It seemed like there was some fuss, as there was a spot where a painting should have been, but it was gone... Where could it have been taken? He pulled out his wallet from the pocket inside his dark blue dress coat and flipped it open to reveal his badge and ID to allow him through the crowd and asked anyone who could hear his voice, "Who is the owner of the painting? Are they here?" The bass from his words carried through the crowd.
He looked about, hoping someone would introduce themselves to him. It wasn't that hard to find him anyway. The guy stood an impressive six feet, four inches in height and he resembled a nicely dressed blue popsicle.
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