Galt's Back With A Lyncher!

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Jimmy swore to himself, no one seemed to be forth coming to help him move Shanks; so her was forced to tough it out himself. As he left the mess hall he cast his glance across the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that somewhere inside this room the murderer had probably secreted themselves. Shaking his head Jimmy started to work his way to the sick bay, he wasn't the strongest bloke but he toughed it out anyway, finally maneuvering Shanks to one of the beds and laying him down; before promptly collapsing into a chair beside him. "Well Shanks, seeing as its just you and me down here, and no one else seems to be listening I guess its safe to tell you that I think this shit is royally fucked up." He took a swig from his re-procured whiskey bottle then set it back down in his pocket as he felt the warming liquid slide down his throat.

"And outside of you and Ivan, I don't trust a one of them." He shook his head as he said it, did he really trust Ivan? He supposed he had too. After all, you did leave your life in doctors hands; and Ivan seemed to be a good doctor. But who was the murderer? some one in that room no doubt, but who. Jimmy tried to think back through all of their reactions, each and every single one of them. Who was it? For some reason Killion's words stuck in his head; 'Isolated incident.' So mechanical, so... inhuman. He felt a cold tingle of sweat roll down his back despite the sub-zero temperatures outside. Was this fear? Yes he supposed it was. He didn't like many of them, but he liked Killion the least, of that he was certain. Sighing he took another swig from the bottle, it was almost empty; that was a bad thing.

 

[Spartan Bannana]

Shaking his head, Jim turned to Chris.
"I don't know Thicky, but it sure as hell creeps me out. And so does that Killion guy. Seems almost like he's intentionally making himself unassuming."

 

[ThePoodonkis]

"Yeah, that guy is a bit odd, but should we use someone's oddity as a basis of him murdering someone? I mean, you're a dick, but that doesn't mean you killed anyone., does it? I apparently have the brain capacity of a lemon, but is that just me playing stupid to get me off the suspect roster?" Chris asked.
"I don't know, I think I'm gonna wait till we find out more before blaming someone."
"Good for you. Next time I find a merit badge, I'm giving it to you." Jim said.
"You're not one for conversation are you?" Chris replied.
"Not with you, Thicky. Look, go away and find something shiny to play with."
"Whatever." Chris said. He left Jim's company to find his cabin. He had some books that would hopefully keep him away from this scene.

 

[Spartan Bannana]

Spoiler: That conversation you just typed...

Was made of win!

Jim shook his head as the stupid asshole walked away.
Jim slowly climbed the staircase to the bridge, the warm air once he was inside was a refreshing change from the cold air of the outside. Taking off his hood, Jim looked at his radio, it fizzled, electronic sparks flying off of it. Jim collapsed to his knees and began to cry a bit.
"My baby, my fucking baby!" Jim shouted, holding some of the destroyed parts in his cold, blistered hands, "Wait, maybe..." He muttered, looking over to the mobile set the retarded guy had carried up.
At least he's not a clumsy idiot. Jim thought, seeing that all the equipment seemed to be intact.
He picked up one of the mobiles and tried to turn it on.
A cry of "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK" was heard throughout the ship. Someone hadn't broken it physically. But they sabotaged it.

Jim ran down towards the cafeteria, shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs. Once there, he pointed to Killion and began to shout in German, finally, he spoke English.
"YOU SON OF A *****!" Jim shouted, running towards Killion, fists raised.

 

[Dastardos]

Michael saw the situation unfold and Jim about to punch Killion.
"Whoa what happened Jim?"

 

[ThePoodonkis]

Chris was halfway to his cabin when he saw Jim running down the hall, yelling obscenities.
If Jim's gonna fight, I want to see someone beat the crap out of him. Chris followed Jim to the cafeteria.

 

[Spartan Bannana]

Spoiler: Spartan Bannana taps his foot

Waiting on you Easykill

 

[Combined]

Ivan was standing, looking at the bag-covered corpse of Hellspawn. He read through a small passage in an old, scruffy bible that he carried for "those" patients. Ending the short speech with the usual "In nomine patre, et filii, et spiritus sancti." Ivan closed the book and put it back into his coat pocket. He usually did this when patients died. Just in case there is an afterlife for them.

With a loud sigh, he turned around, just as Jim ran into the galley. He didn't wish to interfere, but was already resigned to the idea that he will have to make room in the sick bay.

 

[Easykill]

OOC: Sorry, wasn't around. You guys all suck, it'll take a miracle to avoid a lynching now. The only time I'd ever been lynched before was in the RP I didn't care about. You're ruining it.

Killion didn't bother trying to fight back or dodge the incoming assault. He simply didn't have the energy.
"I'd ask what this was about..."
Killion shakes his head.
"Just leave me to my work... please."

 

[Spartan Bannana]

"COME ON, DEXTER!" Jim shouted, enraged by Killion's calm disposition. "FIGHT BACK!"

Jim kicked over a trash can, rushing out of the room.

He needed to go back to bed, his head was still killing him.

 

[Dastardos]

"Wait... What the hell just happened?" Michael asked in confusion.

Spoiler: Spartan

You punched him then ran away?

 

[Spartan Bannana]

Spoiler: I got pissed

Because he wouldn't fight back

 

[ThePoodonkis]

"What was his problem?" Chris asked. He was utterly confused at Jim punching Killion and running away.
"Wait, did someone screw with the radio?" he ran beck to where he left the radio. It seemed fine.
He plugged it in, only to receive a large jolt of electricity through his arm and for the radio to catch fire.
"Sweet Jesus!" Chris yelled, trying to stomp out the fire.
He took care of the fire, and went to find Jim. He found him awhile later.
"What the hell did you do to my radio?" He asked Jim.

 

[Spartan Bannana]

Spoiler: Poodonkis

Both radios were sabotaged, your mobile set, and the ship's set.

"I would never hurt a radio, you idiot. The things are my passion, I live radio, I breathe radio. Radio is my life. Without it, I'm expendable." Jim said, starting to cry lightly. "And when I'm expendable, you know that I'm next on that murderer's list." Jim got off of his bed, and took a book out of one of his suitcases. "Just get the fuck outta here, Thicky."

Spoiler: For everyone

Get your Votes in!

 

[ThePoodonkis]

Spoiler: Spartan

Yeah, but my guy can't tell the difference between a good radio and a bad one. He is a bit dense after all.

"Who said there would be other murders? Besides, I don't think they'd pick you over anyone else. We're all just as expendable as you. Sociopath's rarely plan their kills, they just happen." Chris walked out of the room.
"Oh, before I forget. There may be some things to defend yourself in what's left of the helicopter. Feel free to take what you want." He left to find his cabin again.

Spoiler: Also,

I don't want to lynch anyone yet.

 

[Dastardos]

Michael walked into the kitchen, as he was scared as hell about this all. He looked around and didn't see anyone so he grabbed the biggest knife he could find. It was one of those foot long butcher knifes, with the case over the blade. He stuck the blade in his pants, on his right side.

 

[Spartan Bannana]

As Chris walked out the door, Jim shouted to him.
"Hey Thicky!" Then his look softened "....Thanks"
Then he set off for the helicopter.

 

[ThePoodonkis]

Chris made his way back to his cabin and began rummaging through the things he got out of his helicopter.
Food, water, clothes, etc.
He couldn't find what he was looking for. He always kept a survival knife in his chopper, he thought he put it in his box, but he must have forgotten it.
"Dang." Chris said, getting up and making his way back to his helicopter to find something to use in case he was attacked.

 

[Brett Alex]

Shanks rolled over. "Never assume I'm as think as you drunk I am, young Jimmy," and slowly sat up, rubbing the bruise where his head had made contact with the galley flaw. The cook seemed in no mood to laugh, which wasn't surprising. "Sure I would have probably passed out anyway, but I wanted to get out of that room without sounding suspicious, and no," he cut Jimmy off before he started "I don't seriously think it was the captain, I just wanted to point out the foolishness of it all- hurling accusations like this will get us nowhere. We need to stick, y'know, together," The cook took it all in silence.

"Well funnily enough all this has made me quite keen to bury my head in work," he climbed out of the cot and felt his stomach lurch violently.
"No, come to think of it, you don't look to well Jimmy, I might stay here till you're feeling better if you want?"
Jimmy smiled weakly as Shanks lay back down.

Spoiler: OOC:

In case you didn't get that, I'm abstaining from voting if we're allowed. If we have to then I'll need a bit of time to think about it.

 

[Tsurugi]

Sitting at one of the tables Tsurugi watched as Jim came rushing into the room yelling in German, then switching to English. He rushed at Killion, punching him and then when Killion refused to fight back he ran out of the room, angrier than when he had entered.

That guy sure did have a temper, if someone got on his bad side they were going to regret it. The thought hit him and he looked at where the dead body had been. "If HellSpawn had even said a wrong word while that guy was in one of his rages, then I could see him killing him. He looks like one who would hold a grudge too. The killing was a bit more brutal than I can see him doing, I kind of think he would just pound the piss out of his victim until he was dead but if I had to pick someone, it would be Jim." Tsurugi paused catching himself a bit too late. He looked around to see if anyone had heard him and when he was content that no one had he returned to staring at the table in front of him.

Spoiler

I was going to refrain from voting but his temper kind of made me think of him, in character.