The few times that I've put together ad-hoc dialog for some reason in other parts of the forum (like Jake Marshall meeting Ema after the semi-truth gets out), people have actually taken the time to comment "Wow. That's actually pretty much what I could imagine them saying." etc. Even though I've already put a fanfiction in here (to absolutely no response) I thought I'd give this a try. It's actually somewhat inbetween a game and writing.

Basically, think of a situation in the game that was never actually presented, but that we know quite a bit about. For example, the dialog during the SL-9 incident. Then, I'll try to write so as to imitate the characters, and present the scene in a believable way. I don't even mind doing unlikely scenarios, such as, say, Trucy taking out a loan from Mr. Tigre for her latest band obsession (Tigre would be in jail, but who cares) The one rule I'm making is No Shipping, or even No Love Stories entirely. It's just not my thing.

If this doesn't belong in this forum, feel free to move it; I wasn't quite sure where it should go. (also, PM me if I seem to forget about its existance)

Possible examples:
DL-6
SL-9
Various interchanges between killer and victim before death, where applicable

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This looks like a good idea. Although, all I can think of for now are pairings.

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Cool idea! Let's see, I'll make a small list and you can choose:

1. When Yanni meets Hammond, before he kills Hammond
2. When Lana first sees Neil dead and Joe & Ema passed out, along with Gant coming in
3. When April talks to Redd about his plan to kill Mia and April's wiretap
4. Also, when April and Redd go to the hotel before Redd leaves to do his dirty deed.
5. Dee and Hammer's conversation before Hammer's death (cookies for including flashback with Manuel)
6. Luke and the victim (ha, forgot his name!) before Luke kills him



If I think of more, I'll let you know Again, you don't need to do all of these, just use them for ideas.

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The 4-3 murder is done pretty well here, IMO:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=kj2gIz7cs-g

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Yeah, that video's quite good. Good voice acting too.

"ROMEIN LEDOUCHE!"

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Man, this one's hard. We don't really know much of the personality behind either character. Oh well, I'll give it a shot. In reality, I think Yanni would kill Hammond the moment he sets foot inside, but I'm gonna make it more interesting. Artistic license and all.

*knock knock*
Yanni: (Stirring a bowl of noodles) It's open.
Hammond: Jeez...you live out here? I never thought this little old shack held much more than boat parts...
Yanni: ...
Hammond: So you must be...heh. My god. I hardly recognize you, it's been so long. Huh...the whole mentally broken thing certainly matches the new look.
Yanni: ...
Hammond: ...Look, it wasn't easy for me to find time to come out here. I have a wife that thinks I'm just out buying Christmas presents, so what the hell is it?
Yanni: ...he's here, Polly.
Polly: *RRAAWk!* He's here! He's here!
Hammond: Polly? Hah...couldn't have come up with a better name?
Yanni: ..."come up with"?...No. No, I didn't come up with the name.
Hammond: ...What? What do you mean, you didn't-
Yanni: No, that's right...you wouldn't remember her. You never really did care, did you.
Hammond: I...what are you talking about?
Yanni: I don't suppose you remember Polly? My...fiance?
Hammond: No. But, you...have my congratulations, I...gue-
Yanni: (sardonic, happy tone) She's dead, Mr. Hammond.
Hammond: Oh...well, jeez, I'm not sure what to say-...
Yanni: Well...one could say you could first apologize for killing her.
Hammond: What!? I-
Yanni: Every waking moment since that trial...every day, I've shown myself to the world as Yanni, the lunatic murderer. I...I even tried to explain it to her, but no. She loved...the old me.
Hammond: The "old you"?
Yanni: You should know. You...you killed the part of me that she loved. What good was my verdict if I can't-
Hammond: Listen, you creep! If that's ALL this is about-!!...What happens after the gavel lands is NOT my concern! You can't possibly hold me accountable for-
Yanni: No, you're right. I can't. There's certainly no bargaining with a lawyer.
Hammond: Y-Yanni...don't...
(a loud stereo is heard, muffled, outside)
Hammond: He-HEY! Is...IS SOMEONE OUT THERE!?? HEELP!!! (Larry can't hear over his loud walkman)
Yanni: Because lawyers only see the world in black and white. Contracts, evidence, "liability", loopholes...
Hammond: Yanni...p-please....put the gun down....I...I didn't mean...
Yanni: Why don't I introduce a new color to your life, Hammond? RED.
Hammond: NO!...NO-*BLAM*!
(outside)
Larry: Gwah!?...Huh?...*shrugs*...didn't know they were havin' fireworks...

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That was really good. I think that based on what we could depict from Hammond and what we saw of Yogi when he was serious, that was a really good job. And that part when Yanni was talking about lawyers was great.

You should make more.

That second one I've always wanted to do. NOTE: Don't check every fact in this one, such as dates and exact number of deaths before Neil. This is pretty much from memory.

Lana: Aaand here we are. So how did your finals go?
Ema: It went pretty well. (pauses, anticipating the next question, then speaks up anyway) I got a 95.
Lana: That's great! Listen, sorry to just dump you off at my desk like this, but I do have something to finish up.
Ema: Aw, man, more paperwork?
Lana: Not exactly. See, you remember that murderer I've been telling you about?
Ema: Y-Yeah, sorta...
Lana: Well, they've got him locked up in this building. And now me and the other detectives will be spilling his guts.
Ema: *gasp*! Y-You don't mean...you're going to...!
Lana: Ema, it's a figure of speech! Don't worry. Just keep yourself occupied here, okay? I'll be back before you know it.
*thunder cracks*
Ema: Oh, man...what a storm!

INTERROGATION ROOM 7
POLICE STATION

(Lana presses a button on a tape recorder on the table)
Lana: June 22nd, 8 PM. Questioning of suspect Joe Darke for the murders of 5 individuals at the traffic crossing of Broad Street and 30th, case code S...L...9.
Neil: Mr. Darke...I suppose you know why you're here.
Joe: Oh, I assure you, I'm quite baffled.
Neil: On June 22nd, where were you?
Joe: I spent most of the night at home, doing, well...nothing much.
Damon: Mr. Darke, define "nothing much" for us, would you?
Joe: Just watching one of my favorite shows, catching up on the weather.
Neil: Which show?
Joe: Er...Three's Company?
Lana: I happen to know that one is only on during weekends.
Joe: Ah! AH! My GOD, you're right! I give up! You've caught me!
Neil: What?
Joe: I confess. I was not watching the television. I just couldn't put down that book until I found out who-!
Lana: Cut it.
Damon: What book was it?
Joe: The Rapture of-
Lana: I SAID, that's enough...
Neil: Mr. Darke, were you involved in a car accident on that night?
Joe: I can't very well be in a car accident sitting at home, can I?
Neil: A car with your registration was sitting in the middle of that massacre! Not to mention, THIS knife, YOURS, found at the scene! (slams Joe's knife onto the table) How do you claim that-
Joe: A terrible night to have my car stolen, I do admit...
Neil: (Goddammit...this guy's loony attitude is keeping us from squeezing anything out of him!)
Lana: Darke, how long do you think you can keep this up? Sooner or later, you're going to say something that doesn't make sense.
Joe: That's probably true. After all, nothing you've been saying I've done has made sense.
Lana: Listen to me. You and I both know what you did. What do you think is left? A life of guilt, plagued by a knowledge you can't escape? The constant feeling that you need to hide your actions...hide yourself from the world? You're dead, Darke. Dead and you don't even know it.
Neil: ...
Damon: ...
*thunder again*
Joe: ...Is this the part where we all get up and clap? Really, I didn't think the district's top detectives would be resorting to cheesy two-bit movie lines to try to get me convicted. And for something I didn't even do!
Lana: ...Damon. Do you mind if I speak with you outside?
(Lana and Damon go out in the hall)
Lana: So what now? We've found all the evidence we can...I guess maybe I was just hoping too much that he'd slip up somehow.
Damon: I never thought this little runt could be so hard to pin down...I don't suppose we could start considering less...respectable methods?
Lana: Gant, don't even say that. That's not the way I want to play this...
(thunder crack. Everything goes black)
Lana: Wha....What happened to the lights?
Neil: AAGH!
Lana: Neil!
Neil: D-Dammit...he got away!
Lana: What?
Neil: DARKE! He got away!
Lana/Damon: NO!
Neil: Come on! He's gonna try to reach the exit! This way!

OFFICE OF DETECTIVES GANT/SKYE
POLICE STATION

Joe: *pant*...*pant*...those stupid idiots.
Ema: Wha? Who's...who's there?
Joe: SSShit...no witnesses...there can never be...wit...ness...
Ema: AAH! N-No! Get away!
Neil: EMA! (badass rescue. Barrels Darke over, pulls the prosecutor's trophy apart and wrestles Darke to the ground)
Ema: Ngggh....Mr. Marshall...
*thunder clap*
Ema: NO! MR. MARSHALL!! (Ema lunges at the two, kneeing Darke in the forehead and pushing Neil away)

15 minutes later...

Lana: Dammit...we've searched almost...wait...was this door open?......EMA!
(rushes inside the room to witness the scene. Marshall's body is on the armor's sword)
Lana: NEIL! Neil, my god...! E-Ema...thank god you're ok...
(Darke coughs)
Lana: You son of a BITCH!! (plants her foot on Darke's chest, crushing his lungs)
Joe: AAAAAH....rrrh...
Lana: Now you've done it. Now there's no escape for you...because we're going to tear this room apart for every fingerprint, every blood sample, every last strand of DNA! And we're going to get you, Darke! You CAN'T get away this time!
(Lana removes her foot from Joe, then produces a forensics camera from her jacket, beginning to take a few pictures)
Joe: *cough, cough* he...heheh....haaaaahaaha*wheeze*...
Lana: So it's true...they laugh only when they've lost...
Joe: Hee....he...hehe....I....I didn't kill him.
Lana: That was so pathetic, I'm surprised I didn't laugh.
Joe: Ahhhh....well, you'll...*cough* find out sooner or later...hey...where's my knife?
(Lana doesn't respond, but moves to, photographs, and picks up Darke's switchblade)
Joe: Yeah, yeah...that's...that's wierd. Why didn't I just stab him?
Lana: You tried, you failed, and instead you just pushed him onto the armor. It's clear cut.
Joe: Yeah...*cough* yeah...I guess it is...go ahead. You can get fingerprints off his coat, right?
(Lana goes back over to Neil, checks for a handprint)
Lana: (There's a faint handprint against his bare shirt...hm. If it had been on his vest, it might have shown okay...but. Wait...why is this hand so small?)
Joe: Yeah. That hand...it's so...small. Weird. Heeeehehehe*cough*.
Lana: (Glances over at Ema momentarily) I swear...if you're trying to frame HER for this, then I'll make sure you get the shortest sentence on death row you've ever seen.
Joe: Awwww, Lana, don't.......hey. *cough*. Look. The vase broke. That's too bad.
(Lana notices the vase and photographs it, examining it closely)
Lana: There's blood on here...
Joe: Yeah. I bet...I bet he wrote my name.
Lana: ...You bet. (slowly begins assembling the pieces) Neil wasn't about to let you get away with this, Darke. With his last breath, he-......h-.....he......
(Lana has finished assembling the pieces. She instantly drops them to the floor, where they clatter apart again.)
Lana: ......O.......Oh god.....
Joe: Heeeeeeehehehehehe.....
Lana: No......n-n-no, that's impossible. I-It couldn't....
Joe: Listen to me. You and I both know what she did.
Lana: NO!...SHE...she couldn't...
Joe: What do you think is left? A life of guilt, plagued by a knowledge you can't escape?
Lana: Please...god...no.....
Joe: The constant feeling that you need to hide your actions...hide yourself from the world?
Lana: Ema...My poor girl....you're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. You're going to be-
Joe: YOU'RE DEAD, LANA! DEAD, AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT!! (Wheezing, ominous chuckle, until he finally falls unconscious again)
Lana: s-...stop....please....no one will ever know this! I don't care what-
Damon: Really now, Lana? I didn't think you'd stoop to such a thing.
Lana: *gasp*! D-Detective Gant! Please...PLEASE, you can't tell anyone!...If...If they see the crime scene like it is now, they'll...
Damon: (gestures silence to Lana) We must act quickly. I will move the body to your side of the office. You will clean the blood from those shards. Get going.
Lana: Y-...Yes.
Damon: Oh yes. And Lana.
Lana: What...?
Damon: From this day forward, in exchange for my silence...I own you.
Lana: I...I....yes. Of course...

Yeah, yeah, I know. Gant's last line is practically cannon fodder for Gant Raep. Consider it a tribute to the meme.

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Wow! I wish I could do something like that from random scenes.
Oh, here's an idea.
The conversation between Luke Atmey and Kane Bullard before he kills him.

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How about a conversation between Glen and Tigre before Glen dies?

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