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

[Jak23]

Amidst all the chaos Carl had done nothing but stand near a wall. Watching.
He had noticed an alarming amount of hidden knives being carried, including the suspiciously silent commie that just walked over to his wall. This was clearly not a crowd to be trusted.
He walked over to the dinner table and sat down, keeping a distance from the group.

 

[Nouw]

No one was speaking up, and some were even going to drink. A few glasses couldn't hurt, and Henry doubted they were the kind to go on a toot especially in a place like this.

He looked around and saw some uncomfortable faces, suspicious faces. Why did Henry feel so relaxed, looking at these complete strangers? I'm the musician, and no one ever bothers the musician.

 

[Yokillernick]

Darby had watched silently the other strangers that had arrived at the manor. He didn't feel like talking much until a person spoke up.

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

Darby was getting a bit annoyed at her attitude. She was a woman after all, she'd never seen how men like Darby fought and to be made fun out of was more than he could handle in his state.

With a irritated tone he spoke to her.

"Scared ? Don't worry about it lass. I've faced worse than this before. Now where the hell is the scotch ? I could use a drink or two."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

David split up from the main group not long after the power went out, using his book of matches to light his way.
Never did like these Landlord Houses, bunch of immoral gits, the lot of them... He thought as he reached the front landing of the manor.
Eh, if anyone comes in or out, I got the entrance and hopefully them. He rekconed as he sat on one of the stairs and lit a cigarette, It's glow providing a small bit of light in the darkness.

 

[RaNDM G]

"Now now, settle down everyone. It may have been t'e storm. Not'in' to get in a twist about."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Spoiler: Checking Out Early

The good doctor felt a rather icy chill throughout his body, he'd never felt so cold in his life. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and pressed his hand against his stomach to try and quell the odd stirring. Immediately, he felt something very warm and very wet, just above his waist. Johnathan knew what it was just from the sensation, and soon the coppery scent reached his nostrils. His breathing stilled as he realized his own life was waning with every breathe, his own heart pumping the crimson nectar from his body. His hands wavered as they grew heavier with every second. The man couldn't help but wonder what blade could've pierced his aorta with such precision and grace, with so little struggle, he couldn't even feel it as it slipped through his flesh, almost phasing through like a phantom through a wall. A wisp of a smile was formed from his quivering lips as he stood in awe and admiration. However, those feelings soon fell just as he did, when his legs could no longer support his narrow frame and he was sent to the floor to lie in the growing pool of his own blood...

Spoiler: OOC

Short, but hopefully sweet.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Emile heard the other guests talking as he walked through the dark a bit in search for an ash tray. Suddenly he felt a chill and a burst of wind past right by him. He paused, trying to look desperately for what had passed but all he saw a man's throat cut open like a pig in a butcher's shop. The man was already dead by the time Emile crouched down to inspect further.

"Merde!" Emile exclaimed. "A doctor! I need a doctor!" Emile shouted to the guests. He lit a match showing the entire display. At least the man had died with a smile.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Spoiler: OOC

I should've specified, but Dr. Hope was stabbed in the abdominal aorta. ^^

 

[SkyeNeko]

The lights shot back on with a bang, flooding their eyes with light, and revealing a rotten scene. Emile was crouching in a puddle of blood, next to the dead body of Dr. Hope. Maybe more interesting was the place where the guests found themselves. Indeed, it was like a small bar, complete with a few precious bottles of smuggled alcohol from overseas. On the wall near the corpse was the word "Murder" written in red over and over again. Finally, a small scrap of paper. "Kill the murderer, or he'll get you, too"

A single pistol with one bullet lay on one of the tables, with "Justice" carved into its handle.

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[HEADING=1]Indeed, the good Doctor has kicked the bucket. Is it enough to convince a group of skittish criminals to take matters into their own hands? Of course it is! Time to vote, cats![/HEADING]​

 

[Lizmichi]

Alex looks over the scean with cold and black eyes. "Well, one less person I suppose. Sad it had to be a doctor though. Such a mess but thank god I'm not cleaning it up. Bloody hell what is this place." she said sipping some wine.

She was bothered some by the sight but showing it would do little to bring the man back. "Hope he didn't leave behind a family." she added.

 

[Nouw]

"Aaah Jesus," Henry muttered at the sight of the writing. That wasn't the answer he was looking or, nor wanted.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Ray covered his eyes when the lights snapped back on. After a moment of adjusting, he noticed the murder scene.

"Jesus Christ, Mary and Joesph!" he shouted, barely holding onto his new bottle. He leaned against the counter, staring at the writing. It was blood. What kind of sick person wrote in blood?!

"This isn't the gig I was promised. My band isn't even here yet. I don't know about you but I'm going to scram." He carefully set the bottle behind him and got to his feet. He felt like he was going to retch.

I saw my fair share of madness at Belleau Wood... I'm not sticking around to see where this leads.

He made for the door.

 

[Nouw]

Henry decided to make light of the situation; leaving the room hot-headed wasn't a good idea, and the last thing they needed was another damn dead body.

"Well the clarinetist is here, and I heard he's great." Henry said with a smile, grabbing the man's arm.

 

[RaNDM G]

[small]"Sweet Jesus Mary."[/small]

The sudden smell of blood makes him sick. Sheamus takes off his cap and holds it by his chest, bowing his head and muttering something under his breath.

He catches Ray leaving from the corner of his eye.

"Oh no you don't!"

He throws his massive right hand and grabs Ray by the wrist.

"Where do you t'ink you're going?"

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Whoever had left them this grizzly encounter obviously wanted to shake up the group, otherwise they would've killed with a bit more discretion. Whoever had gathered them here had set a cat among the pigeons and was hunting them down one by one. Surly they didn't know about her unscrupulous inclinations? Choosing to remain unphased by the ordeal, lest the murderers intent was to send them into a panic, she continued to smoke her cigarette and see what would happen next.

 

[xTwinkiesx]

"What sort of sick game is this?"
Harold eyed the scene with disgust and trepidation. It had never occurred to him before now that he might be in very real danger; but, it was impossible to deny that anymore with the evidence laid out before him. What would have happened, he wondered, if he hadn't chosen that moment to leave the room? He averted his gaze from the grisly sight, imagining his own life draining onto the floor, and his eyes automatically went for the gun on the table. How easy would it would be to grab that pistol right now, with everyone still gawking? His hand twitched, but he made no move. Reaching for a weapon in a fit of panic would be bad PR. As much as he hated to admit it, he would need to cooperate with everyone here. Harold felt a sinking feeling and a chill ran down his spine at the realization that one of the people in this room, one of the people with whom he needed to cooperate with, had just killed a man in cold blood.

OOC: Quick question: since there's more RP elements to this, and the execution is clearly in the RP as well, are we voting based on player knowledge or character knowledge?

 

[Sanguine]

Richard's eyes darted from corner to corner, a cold sweat perched on his brow. This certainly was not his line of work

"I wouldn't suppose anyone has any ideas?"

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"I have one..." He stepped out of the pool of blood, wiping the soles of his shoes elsewhere to get the blood off. "We make sure everyone who was invited is in this room."

Emile looked around, trying to make a headcount of everybody or at least the ones that are here. "Whoever the killer is, he or she is still here... enjoying the view." Emile's eyes caught the pistol on the table, with the word "Justice" engraved into it. "Now is everyone accounted for?"

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Ray pushed away fiercely.

"Get your hands off of me! I was at the bar with a drink when it all went down. I'm not sticking around to sing for a murderer while he rips my guts out. I say we all go our separate ways and let the cops handle it."

The note said I had to sing for a party or the hole I dug myself into would be revealed to the band. It'd ruin me. Well, to hell with it. Better alive and out of work than lying dead on the floor.

He straightened his suit and glared at the rough looking Irishman.

Looking at this ape... He's probably the one I owe money to.

"Listen pally. I don't want to die. Why should any of us..."

Something threw a switch in his mind. Looking at all of them and realizing how they weren't they typical crowd to come together...

"Dear god, whoever invited us here wants us all to die..."

All plans of leaving died in his head. The bridge outside would be an easy place to pick off a lone fella and his bid for freedom.

If there even is a bridge left... You can hear the wind from here.

He stared at the body and looked at the gun.

"...are we really going to play their game?"

 

[Nouw]

Henry ignored his question, rhetorical or not. He looked familiar.

"New York, '22? Can't remember the venue but I think I remember you. Yeah you were that aah... singer! Yeah, was it Ray?"