Serial Killer Round 45: The Roaring Twenties (3: Voting Period)

[Sanguine]

OOC: @Sanguine: Is it relevant to post your character's thoughts? In a word: potentially. In more words: I'd say it depends mostly on how much you want to flesh out your character. And hell, just for paranoia purposes, it could be used as a check to make sure that character knowledge and player knowledge remain separate.

On the hand, I'm just as new to this; so, don't just take my word for it.

OOC: again, thanks for the response.

Without wishing to be cynical, I'm probably going to try as hard as I can to create a character before I die again (first round last game) So any criticism of writing/character development is in all honesty really appreciated. That said, do feel free to tell me to tone it down a notch, I'm desperately trying to get practice in as its part of my assessed university course to write creatively (I need all the practice I can get) and I fully understand it may get annoying at some point.

TLDR: Tell me that I suck, and why, if you have the time

 

[War Penguin]

The sound of a door creaking open hushed the supposed habitants of the manor. They all stared at the doorway to find a skinny man, buckling his belt and exhaling a sigh of relief.

"Ahh..." He said. However, his relief ended quickly as he had found the place hauntingly dark and dreary.

"Uh... Hello?" He called. No one seemed to be home. Or, at least, that's what he assumed. It was too dark to tell.

OOC: Damn it! I'm always late to this shit! xD

 

[sky14kemea]

OOC: @WarP: Wish I'd thought of a bathroom entrance... xD

 

[War Penguin]

OOC: @Sky: That's the beauty of giving all of your characters an element of yourself!

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

When the lights turned off Ray spilled his beer on the counter.

"Aw hell, how am I supposed to set up in this light? Someone better fix that."

He lit his lighter, looking around. Just a bunch of nobodies. Well, too bad. This was where he was hired to sing and by god, he was going to sing. If only the band would show up on time for once...

He reached behind the counter and pulled a new bottle from the bar.

This gig is off to a rousing start...

Spoiler: OOC

I know it prohibition era. This place just seems to be upper class enough that the owners would flaunt drinking illegal beverages as they did in real life. Blood was probably spilled to get these drinks here.

 

[SkyeNeko]

Unknown a killer stalked the halls, hidden among the lawbreakers. Unseen, the figure used the darkness to mask his/her horrendous deeds. Unheard, a life was extinguished.​

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[RaNDM G]

"Did you 'ear somet'in' lads?"

 

[Zero_ctrl]

Speaking for the first time, Bobby made a stray comment, "Relax, it was probably just the wind. This house is old, ya know."

Silently, he gripped the handle on his revolver, struggling to hear if anybody was coming his way.

 

[War Penguin]

"Uh oh..." Phillip thought to himself. He immediately reached for his gun, only to find nothing at his waist. This was the issue of being an off duty police officer. "Aw, damn! That's right..."

 

[Zero_ctrl]

Bobby jerked his head in the direction he heard the voice. "What's wrong?"

 

[War Penguin]

"I left my pistol back at the station!" Phil answered. "I'm off duty. Besides, it's never 'just the wind'..."

 

[xTwinkiesx]

Harold Blake reenters the room noisily while holding up five candle sticks, drawing startled gasps and curses from the guests in the dining hall.

"Sorry that took so long. I had a little bit of..." he trails off as he notices that he has also drawn the wrong kind of attention.
"What's gotten everyone so nervous? Has something happened?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Did you see anyone out t'ere?"

 

[sky14kemea]

"Aren't you all being a bit jumpy? Don't tell me you gentlemen are scared of the dark?" Amanda said scathingly, although she was also clutching her umbrella rather tightly.

That officer may be incompetent, but at least I always come prepared She thought, hoping she wouldn't have to use her hidden blade anytime soon.

 

[Nouw]

"What's eating you guys, a stray wind or somethin'?" Henry wasn't paying attention and only just realized something was up.

 

[xTwinkiesx]

"No, I didn't. There isn't much to see by, after all; but, just because I saw nothing doesn't mean there was nothing there," he explained, setting the candles onto the dining table. Harold took a long, slow look around the room, measuring the atmosphere. Any sort of good will that had been in his voice previously was replaced with harsh command. Command that demanded respect and expected obedience.
"I've been playing the game long enough to know when something's not right. Tell me what's happened. Now."

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Ray shrugged. He might have heard something but he just assumed that the others were spooked by the dark.

"I don't suppose any of you schmucks know where the wine cellar is. At this rate, I'm going to finish all the refreshments before the party really starts."

Odd place but the envelope had fifty dollars in it. Three hundred more for when the gig was over. I'm sticking around.

 

[War Penguin]

"I'm not afraid of the dark!" Phillip said to Amanda. "I'm just afraid that I don't have a gun. Things here are just a little fishy..."

That's when Ray made his comment. "Ooh!" Phil called out, breaking his fear filled train of thought. "I wish to join that gentleman!" and he pointed to where he believed he spoke.

 

[CounterAttack]

"Aren't you all being a bit jumpy? Don't tell me you gentlemen are scared of the dark?"

The expression on Karl's face was a wry smile as he gave a snicker. "The dark isn't something to be scared of... my co-workers are well aware of that." All the same, he had his hands clasped behind his back, where he could reach his knife easily. Complete strangers were just as untrustworthy as anyone else, in his line of work. You never knew who might be an informant.

A couple of comments were made about a wine cellar, only widening the thief's smile. Heh. Drink if you must. It'll only mean you're walking out of here with lighter pockets.

 

[Schizzy]

No stranger to the dark nor cold, Piotr's eyes were quickly adjusted to his surroundings. He chose to stay silent amidst the panicking crowd of strangers. No point in drawing attention to himself.

Slowly and silently, he backed away to a wall. He trusted no one, and had hoped to keep everyone and everything stayed within sight. It'll be a defensible position, if things started to go south. His eyes swept the rest of the room, being careful never to look directly at the open flames courtesy of some of the guests.

On the dining table, there was nothing but empty plates and name cards. No food, nor drinks, anywhere. Perhaps it was a good thing he always kept pieces of bread on his person at all times. It should last him the night. He surreptitiously broke a piece off and took a bite.