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

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

So Sorry

I'm Late

David looked up at henry and answered "Not to busy, don't seem to be no one making a break for it to call the police or to confess to being the killer. How about you?"
He opened his pack of cigarettes and offered him one.
*Will Reply tomorrow, Need to sleep*

 

[Nouw]

"Not to busy, don't seem to be no one making a break for it to call the police or to confess to being the killer. How about you?"
He opened his pack of cigarettes and offered him one.

"I'm Jake. And thanks, nothing like a good cigarette to ease the mind," Henry said. "Now where's my lighter..." he asked himself, reaching for the gun.

"Aaah, there it is," Henry said. He pulled out the gun and aimed it at the man's head.

"Nothing personal buddy."

 

[Schizzy]

Spoiler: OOC

Would having a map of the manor help the game? I'm kinda lost already

 

[SkyeNeko]

Spoiler: OOC

1. Please stop using quotes. It's kinda annoying, especially when you're quoting the post right above yours or change out the text you were referring to. I can see you using it if the post is a few pages back... but not if it's right there.

2. There is no map. The mansion will be big enough to have multiples of a lot of things, and you can just show up wherever. Also, if anyone wants to wander off, I was serious about potentially finding gold and stuff.

 

[Nouw]

Spoiler: OOC

My apologies, will use them appropriately from now on.

 

[Jak23]

Carl looked out of the attic window and rolled his eyes at the scene unfurlling outside. He had decided to hole up there until things quieted down a bit. There was only one entrance to the attic, so he took out his trusty pocketknife and a hard candy and watched the entrance . He lasted nearly five minutes before falling asleep and nearly choking on the hard candy...

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

David's eyes widened in fright at the sight of the gun.
"You....YOU'RE THE KILLER!" He shouted as he tackled Henry to the ground, trying to get the gun off him before he killed again.
The pair rolled down the stairs in the struggle, David managing to get the upper hand thanks to this IRB (Irish Repubilican Brotherhood) Training.
Still, At the end of the day, only so much you can do against a bullet.
Henry pressed the gun into his gut and fired, Shock filling David's face as he fell back, slumped on the stairs.
David gasped for air as his time came, premature thanks to the stupidity of others.
"...You....YOU FECKING........Asswipe!....I....didn't do nothing...to no one....You jus'...Killed....an...innocent...man..."
His bloody hand shaking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to reveal a picture of his family, Not wife and son mind, but brothers.
"Tell Me Brothers....enjoy....America....And that...I'm sorry...for sleeping with Paddy's woman...."
And with that, David West was dead.

Mob Execution Victim 1: David West

 

[Nouw]

"...You....YOU FECKING........Asswipe!....I....didn't do nothing...to no one....You jus'...Killed....an...innocent...man..."

"Hey, talk it up with them, " he pointed towards the manor "I'm just the guy who does their dirty work."

"Tell Me Brothers....enjoy....America....And that...I'm sorry...for sleeping with Paddy's woman...."

Henry gave him a quizzical look and picked up the wallet, the very least he could do was uphold the man's wish. He closed the man's eyes and left the scene, back into the manor.

"Well it's done. He's dead." Henry announced.

 

[SkyeNeko]

David West

The Lady in Red crossed out another name from her list. They were all dirty scum of the earth that deserved to get whacked. Like animals they turned on each other. Of course, there was no way they could tell that David was innocent. Until someone else kicked the bucket. Sure, it was excusable when they killed someone because they thought he killed someone, but not when a single person was on a killing spree?

[hr]

[HEADING=1]David West was not the killer! But no one can be sure until the bodies start dropping again...
It's time for the killer and physician to send in their targets![/HEADING]​

In the meantime, feel free to explore.​

 

[RaNDM G]

The party hears the gunshot from the parlor.

"Well... T'at's t'at t'en."

Sheamus walks to the bar, blowing off an old bottle of what looked like whiskey, though at this point he could care less what it was.

He pours himself a shot.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

The echo of the gunshot sent a shiver up Emile's spine. That man could have been the killer but what if he wasn't?

"With that done with, I propose trying to get the hell out of here." Emile clasped his hands together. "Since the door out is locked from the outside perhaps there is a window we can get out from."

Emile looked up, trying to spot one that was reachable but all of them were beyond any possible reach. He paced all over the room before spotting a hallway leading further into the mansion adorned with red wall paper. A quick glance and a man could mistake it for the color of blood. As much as he stressed staying in a group, he had to swallow his own pride and correct himself. He had to find a way out, even if it meant leaving the others behind so Emile walked forward into the hallway albeit carefully.

 

[xTwinkiesx]

As Henry Goodman and Ray Hastings left the room with gun, their target clear, Harold Blake hung his head in thought. Someone had to die, that much was clear. But what if they were all wrong? What if David had been innocent after all? The chances of that seemed pretty likely, given how many people had accepted the invitation to this "party". The most nagging question...what would happen to them all if they were wrong here? What if the killings didn't stop? And what if this was their only given chance?
A gunshot is heard, echoing into the room.
Harold closed his eyes. It was too late for regrets now. He had to steel himself for whatever would come next. As he raised his head and opened his eyes, he silently noted another man leaving the room, though too lost in his own thoughts to know why. Harold resigned himself to leaning against a wall for the time being, keeping an eye on everyone still in the dining hall. He would be ready for what came next, whatever that may be.

 

[Zero_ctrl]

Bobby breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the gunshot reverberate the old windows.
He wandered over to the unconscious man and doused him with some cold water. "Hey, old man, we got him. It's over. Wake up."

No, it couldn't be that easy
Bobby let his thoughts wander while leaning against the wall, observing as people begin to spread out.
One figure caught his eye before he disappeared down a dark hallway.

I wonder if that promised treasure is true. Is it worth the risk to find out?
Wait, I just need to wait and see.

 

[NeoAC]

*BANG*

Calvin had tried to stay out of way, there was a bit of murmuring once one of the gentlemen had been stabbed, but it was obvious that reason was not going to reign supreme in this house. There was a slight scuffle, but in the end it was one of the Irishmen who went down, cursing to his last. It was clear that everyone was at risk here.

He turned to get away from the room where an execution had just taken place, trying to find a place where he could relieve the stress of having just seen two people murdered. It was bad enough he had to watch people die before. He wasn't going to do it again. At least not without some kind of aid.

He walked through the hallways looking for a safe refuge and it looked like he had found it. There was a man standing at what appeared to be a bar, and he had a shotglass filled with some sweet liquor. That'll do.

He walked up to where the man had just finished pouring. "Well if you're tending," he told the man in as suave a voice as he could muster under the given circumstances, "I'll need a bit more than a shot of that aqua vitae after what just happened. One of those pieces of crystal there should be enough."

 

[CounterAttack]

"Disappointing," Karl stated to no-one in particular. The others had decided to off someone that the group as a whole knew absolutely nothing about. He had no reason to mourn the dead: he personally knew neither of the two that had fallen thus far. For some unknown reason there had been a lot of finger-pointing, most of it aimed at the individual who, while present, he could discern nothing solid about, not even his looks, voice or clothing.

The main priority right now was to escape. If escape was not possible, then the next task was to hide. Barricade himself somewhere until it was all over. A library or conservatory was ideal for such a defense. Karl began to wander the place in search of such a room.

Spoiler: OOC

A small side note: My commentary in the first paragraph is a reference to the fact that Diablo did not submit a character sheet. At least, one that I myself am aware of.

 

[Link_to_Future]

Monty surged upright with a yelp, startled from his impromptu slumber by the chilled water the suddenly that appeared over his face. For a moment his eyes darted around the room as they tried to adjust to his surroundings. It took him a moment to realize that he was not at home with his head pressed against his plush feather pillows but rather among the company of strangers. Strangers who may have been just as untrustworthy as he was but far less trigger shy.

His vision focused upon the boy with the barrel standing at his feet. He looked to be from a healthy cut of cloth and was operating with a quiet coolness that seemed alien to Monty considering the unfortunate circumstances. The kid was just leaning against the wall and watching the others go about whatever it was they were doing.

Wait...what is it that they're doing?

The pudgy man blinked heavily for a moment to try and steady his mind; between gasps, he was able to form his one thought into words.

"Wha...what is go...going on?"

 

[SkyeNeko]

The hallway Emile walked down was decorated with suits of armor. They were a little, some of them holding heavy spears and dulled halberds. A few locked doors dotted the hall. One of the open ones led to a staircase with no lights. Cool air blew gently out of the doorway, with a hint of petichor.

[hr]

Karl found a small library, probably not the main one, but it looked sturdy. There were several bookshelves packed into the well-lit room, each with a small layer of dust. The furniture had all been draped with graying sheets. The door could be bolted closed manually, and seemed heavy enough to stay in place against someone trying to ram it down. There were a few large windows as well, but none of them could be opened.

 

[RaNDM G]

"I'll need a bit more than a shot of that aqua vitae after what just happened. One of those pieces of crystal there should be enough."

Sheamus takes a bottle from the middle shelf and pops open the top. He takes a whiff.

"Tequila."

He snatches a glass from under the bar and pours a round.

"What's your name, boyo?"

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Ray came back to the bar and the bottle he had left behind when the insanity first began. It felt like hours ago. The beer vanished and quickly so did the second.

You didn't kill him, Henry did. That little kid killed a man for no good reason and you just watched.

"Well... I hope you're all happy." muttered Ray, finishing a third bottle and looking around the remainder of the liquor.

"You made me drink all the good beer up here. Anyone coming with me to the wine cellar?"

Who knows if he was the killer. God I hope he was.

He ran a hand through his hair and loosened his tie. Whoever owned the manor probably wasn't done with him yet. More booze was a priority. Would make the waiting for death easier, he hoped. He started looking around for stairs, ignoring the others.

 

[Nouw]

A few of them looked shaken, and they hadn't even been. Henry couldn't blame them though, not everyone made half a living out of doing hits. So far his evening had been exciting, more so than he had expected it to play out. Henry was only supposed to perform, and so he hadn't come here with the mindset to kill. Didn't matter, he had still done it and rather smooly

Upon consideration, Henry probably should have shown some anxiety like Ray. His casual manner in which he ended the man's life was going to inevitably arouse suspicion. Perhaps it was better to reveal his secret, then bump them off before the night ended. Nah, too risky. Why bother? Most of them weren't even going to come out alive and those who did wouldn't meet him. Even if they did see him at a show somewhere, they wouldn't be interested in his second-job, they'd be interested in his first.

"Speakin' of Ray..." Henry looked around, he was a bit concerned for him. If anyone was going to go on a toot, and for good reason, it was Ray. He spotted him walking around, looking for something. Henry followed him.