Day One Lynch:Cue Make up!

Toy enthusiasts were a tough crowd; she had never expected someone to die here. BB lugged her make up kit over to the crime scene. She had been asked to make him look good. He was an old fart who looked like he had drank a few too many vodka martinis... make him look good? Impossible, even for her but she would do her best.

Stooping down near the body, she pulled out various brushes,powders and cremes and started to work on the British stiff. More colour in his cheeks...no, that was too much colour. A little foundation would hide some of those wrinkles but that was as far as she had gotten.

“See, there she is! Kneeling over the body!”

“She's a make up artist. She's putting on cosmetics...”

“On a dead guy... hello? Isn't that odd?”

“Well no, not really..”

“She was seen near Spa Fun Barbie earlier so she -has- to be guilty.”

While there seemed to be a few dissenting opinions on what -had- to be clues to this mystery, the majority still came to the conclusion that BB was guilty of something bad. Even if that something was only the over application of blue eye shadow, it was still a crime punishable by death in this crowd.

Brecklyn had come prepared for this job but now it worked against her as her cans of industrial strength hairspray were picked up and brandished as weapons. Soon the blonde artist was coated in the sticky mist and then several in the crowd produced lighters. Like a high school stunt gone bad, several hair spray cans now became homemade blow torches and BB was lit up instantly.

There really was such a thing as too much glow.