Serial Killer Round 45: The Roaring Twenties (3: Voting Period)
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The small window was high enough to see whole courtyard. Not that there was much to see. The sun was long gone, leaving only the darb rain and the flickering lights from the mansion.
The Lady in Red watched like a hawk from her tower perch as two more men entered the house. Carl Grey, a screwy old man that liked kids, and Calvin Stafford, a ritzy star. The dumb eggs didn't know what they were getting into. "Hm... well, I can't wait for them all to get here. Looks like I'll have to bump 'em off myself, later." There were seven people missing. Their loss: if they didn't arrive before Sunday, she would send out packages to the papers, and her victims would be splayed out on the front page. What, they didn't think she was serious? Getting sent to the big house would be the least of their worries.
"I'm tellin ya, if those goons aren't here by tomorrow, I'll start my game early."
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The Lady in Red watched like a hawk from her tower perch as two more men entered the house. Carl Grey, a screwy old man that liked kids, and Calvin Stafford, a ritzy star. The dumb eggs didn't know what they were getting into. "Hm... well, I can't wait for them all to get here. Looks like I'll have to bump 'em off myself, later." There were seven people missing. Their loss: if they didn't arrive before Sunday, she would send out packages to the papers, and her victims would be splayed out on the front page. What, they didn't think she was serious? Getting sent to the big house would be the least of their worries.
"I'm tellin ya, if those goons aren't here by tomorrow, I'll start my game early."
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[HEADING=3]Thank you for being patient, Joes and Janes. I would like to start the round on the evening of Sunday, December 9th, to give people the weekend to join. If you really want to wait to get to 26 players, that's fine, but we can start with 22 or so.[/HEADING]
Here we go, someone to round out the numbers.
Edit: I would like to state that this is probably the shortest character sheet I've ever written.
Name: Karl Cavotta
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Karl is Caucasian, and stands at roughly five foot six inches tall. He has black hair that he keeps cut short, and brown eyes that are always glancing from one person or object to another. He dresses in plain clothes with almost no ostentation. Looking flashy or wearing unusual apparel only makes you more of a target, he believes.
Secret: Karl is a thief who has repeatedly thwarted the security of numerous wealthy people. Famous in neither the criminal world nor the public one, he claims nothing and simply does what he feels like. An expert in casing targets, pickpocketing and lockpicking, he keeps to himself for good reason, often choosing to give an alias when asked his name.
Other Information: He carries a small knife and a set of lockpicks on his person at all times.
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance: Karl is Caucasian, and stands at roughly five foot six inches tall. He has black hair that he keeps cut short, and brown eyes that are always glancing from one person or object to another. He dresses in plain clothes with almost no ostentation. Looking flashy or wearing unusual apparel only makes you more of a target, he believes.
Secret: Karl is a thief who has repeatedly thwarted the security of numerous wealthy people. Famous in neither the criminal world nor the public one, he claims nothing and simply does what he feels like. An expert in casing targets, pickpocketing and lockpicking, he keeps to himself for good reason, often choosing to give an alias when asked his name.
Other Information: He carries a small knife and a set of lockpicks on his person at all times.
Edit: I would like to state that this is probably the shortest character sheet I've ever written.
The rain had stopped, for the moment, leaving a dense fog in its wake. The Lady in Red gave the signal to the other side, and the bridge slowly rose up in the air. Murderville Manor and the surrounding grounds were now effectively sealed off from the rest of the city. She smiled, hand on the circuit breaker. Everything was in place. The Pawn, the Knight, the Bishop... The next few days were going to see what they were made of. It would separate the criminals from the kings. Some might come out better, some worse, and some might not come out at all. We were about to see.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
All the lights in the house turned off, throwing the whole island into darkness.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
All the lights in the house turned off, throwing the whole island into darkness.
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Round 45 is underway, waiting on the Killer and the Physician to make their moves!
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Johnathan sighed a soft sigh in reminiscence as he recalled the evenings he'd spent eating in complete darkness, hearing how removing one's sight enhanced all the other senses, most certainly that of taste. One night in particular, he remembered the flayed and slow-roasted meat of an unfortunate and young widow's calf resting nicely of a bed of couscous. Few meats had tasted sweeter, and the wine made it a most exquisite meal to remember. "Rather curious that only after the rain has passed, do the lights go out."
"Feckin' Hell! I thought a fancy place like this would at least have a candle light!" David shouted in anger as he was about to dig in when the lights went.
"[sub]Virgin Mary above, I came here ta git away from dinin' in dark...[/sub]" He sighed as he lit up a match as several others did so too.
"Ah rite, Everyone still here? Haven't lost yer to shadows have we?" He asked out loud, trying to make out the others in the dark.
"[sub]Virgin Mary above, I came here ta git away from dinin' in dark...[/sub]" He sighed as he lit up a match as several others did so too.
"Ah rite, Everyone still here? Haven't lost yer to shadows have we?" He asked out loud, trying to make out the others in the dark.
"I is here," responded the towering Piotr.
Piotr never ate much, but he was always sure to never go hungry. The fear of history repeating itself haunts him nightly, especially on the coldest of nights.
"Where is damn food!?" he demanded more than a little loudly.
Piotr never ate much, but he was always sure to never go hungry. The fear of history repeating itself haunts him nightly, especially on the coldest of nights.
"Where is damn food!?" he demanded more than a little loudly.
A deep sigh escapes Harold's lips. It's just one thing after another tonight, isn't it? He produces a pipe and fills it, listening to everyone else in the room. Harold follows suit and takes out his own match book; but, the flash of a match being struck adds only a little light to the room, and fades completely as he lights up and shakes out the flame. With a deep breath, he lets the pall of rich tobacco hang in the air.
"Calm down, big'un. I'm sure we could all use a little something to eat; but, there other, more pressing concerns right now."
"Calm down, big'un. I'm sure we could all use a little something to eat; but, there other, more pressing concerns right now."
"Ach Jaysus, you all looked better in the dark..." David said to himself as the crowd grew restless from the lack of light.