Norwegian
Moon
[AWD:031a]
Normand Briaux
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Post by Norwegian on Dec 13, 2010 16:19:34 GMT -5
hmm..yes. But until you have a better clue I'm going with this one. Well, I don't expect you to change your vote, as my theory includes that you're a vamp.
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Post by Jackson on Dec 13, 2010 17:09:57 GMT -5
It's spelled pajamas...
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Xanast
Star
Just keep staring...
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Post by Xanast on Dec 13, 2010 17:54:13 GMT -5
I think we should lynch Xanast now since the clue is pretty good. At least, better than this. Can you please elaborate on that? I don't remember any "Good" clues against the sheriff.. Yeah, this is Nancy who's writing the story. Why WOULDN'T she try and throw a curve, to make the story more interesting.
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Post by Tony, the one and only on Dec 14, 2010 1:35:01 GMT -5
well i am about ready to impale someone....
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Post by Alex on Dec 14, 2010 6:13:13 GMT -5
If you impale someone, they'll go pale... Not funny? Yeah.... I'm so nervous!
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Post by Ryan on Dec 14, 2010 8:46:45 GMT -5
OOC: Let us remember - it is Nancy who is writing. This means that the clues will be well hidden in the wording and imagery used to describe the events. Also, it's Nancy who is writing and when have we not known Nancy to be somewhat sadistic? the clues presented in this first story will be exceptionally vague and allow for the pointing of fingers and arguments and counter arguments, because we have no choice, we must kill someone.
IC:I think we've come to a conclusion...The Lord knows our hearts, let it be known who we have chosen!
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Norwegian
Moon
[AWD:031a]
Normand Briaux
Posts: 260
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Post by Norwegian on Dec 14, 2010 8:54:01 GMT -5
I denounce this verdict!
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Post by Kevak on Dec 14, 2010 8:54:27 GMT -5
OOC: I think we should start using OOC and IC in speech.
IC: Righty ho, where's my shotgun?
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Post by Nancy R. on Dec 14, 2010 9:05:33 GMT -5
Voting is over. Story will come up in a few.
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Post by Nancy R. on Dec 14, 2010 9:57:03 GMT -5
Everyone had gathered at the saloon. She could spot them once she entered, using only particles of seconds to take a better look at them. She didn’t really care about their faces. She wanted to hear what they wanted to say. They couldn’t really have a conversation though, as the noise was extreme. Once she reached the counter, she made a sharp whistling sound. Silence prevailed. “Is this how you talk here? Do you even make sense out of your own words?” She asked. Silence remained. Devin was standing next to her, unable to speak a word himself. She appeared to be pissed and he was the first one to face her wrath on their way to the saloon. Her eyes surveyed the area one more time and then she raised her hand and pointed at the Sheriff. “You. Who do you suspect?” She asked. He got up, cleared his throat and walked to her. “Well, I suspect the one I didn’t see that night at the saloon, Josh Wallace.” He said, pointing at the young man at the table. He was sitting at the front, so Olivia was able to see him. “Hm… Does everyone agree with the Sheriff?” She asked. A hand was raised. “I agree!” Jackson yelped. She approached Josh and kneeled in front of him, so that she’d be able to look straight in his eyes. He swallowed hard, he could feel his knees shaking a bit. She growled and then got up. “Sheriff, there’s a question here. Is this person a thief?” She asked. He nodded his head. Then she looked at Jackson. “Kiddo, is the car outside yours?” She asked. He nodded his head. “I won’t accept what you said then.” She said and sat down. “What? It’s him! It has to be him! I didn’t see him last night!” Frederick shouted. “Shut up. Many others weren’t at the saloon last night. What is that supposed to mean? Should we kill them all?” She asked. “Sweet-tits has a point.” Brandon said. Her head turned to him slowly. “Well, Brandon, you’ll get your ass kicked.” Devin muttered. Olivia glared at him though. “I won’t waste my time with a scum like him. You! Tell me your opinion!” She shouted, pointing at Luke. “Of course your first suspect would be a criminal. My first suspect is you though, Mr. Hunter. You took too lightly the news. As for you, Mr. Bianchi, why weren’t you with your aunt from the first place? Where were you? Did you bite someone or were you bitten? Also, Ms. Garcia, is there a motive behind your good intentions? Maybe those intentions aren’t so good? Hm… Hm… Hm…” He said. “Eh, I think that you elaborated your opinion really well. As for my nephew, he had just left the house when the attack occurred. I’m watching over him, wouldn’t worry that much.” She said. Her finger was raised again, but two hands grabbed her arm and locked it in a strong but still gentle grip. She froze for a moment. “Allow me to say my opinion too. I think that Mr. Nichols has a point.” Ryan “Confessor” Vandark said, after his late arrival. Then he approached the Sheriff. “Your behavior seems to be a bit suspicious lately. You lose control, you’re strange. Is there something you want to confess about your sleepless nights?” He asked. The Sheriff shivered a bit. “The only thing he does during those nights is step in when I am having fun, knocking me out so that I won’t be obscure. Wait though. Last night you weren’t there, child. What were you up to?” Father Devant asked. “I was trying to sleep, but I didn’t see you either. What were YOU up to?” Frederick asked back. “Eh, he had passed out on the floor, after vomiting on my boots.” Brandon said with a look of disgust on his face. “Ew. It looks like Father Devant found a new way to communicate with God. Last night, he was as high as a kite!” Colin said. No one laughed. “Sorry.” He said and got back to his corner, away from all. “I was investigating the scene. I am always doing that.” Frederick said. His voice was trembling. “This doesn’t even make sense!” Luke shouted and everyone started shouting after him. “Shut up!” Olivia shouted again, growling and breathing deeply afterwards. Loud noise was heard from outside. The sunlight was reflecting on shiny armor, hitting Olivia on the face, who rushed to get deeper in the saloon, irritated by it. “Am I late?” Tony asked with a pompous tone on his voice. “What the fuck are you wearing?” Olivia asked startled. “I am wearing the thing that protects me from the bloodsuckers.” He said proudly. “I heard you talking when I was on my way, but I tripped on the rope Brandon uses for the horses. Took me some time to get up. I don’t think that we should kill randomly. We don’t know anything yet. If someone has to be sacrificed, get my sword, chop my head off. The Sheriff is an important person. I am just a noble knight in his quest to save fine ladies.” He said and winked at Daniela. Olivia sighed. “This doesn’t get us anywhere.” She growled. “It seems that everyone is against me. Great, after all I did for you, this is how you return the favor. I hope you’ll burn in hell!” Frederick shouted. “Hey! That’s Father’s line!” Colin shouted from the back. No one laughed. “Sorry…” He said and sulked. “I can’t understand why all of you turn against our precious law enforcer, when we have something more suspicious. Mr. Bianchi, for real, where were you last night?” Simon asked, getting up. Olivia took a deep breath and approached him. “Didn’t you hear me the first time I said it? He was nearby, at the forest. Do you doubt me?” She asked with an angry tone on your voice. “With all the respect, Ms. Bianchi, I am not the person to point fingers, but how can you be so sure that he didn’t get attacked at least? He was alone and he is young. As for your statement, you can’t really watch him when you’re running. You’re not supernatural, you can’t see through walls or hear a scorpion walking miles away.” He said. “How can you be so sure?” She asked, blasting back his question. He froze for a moment, he didn’t really see that response coming. “Eh, I don’t know you, but you’re human, humans don’t have such abilities by default.” Simon said. “She’s not human, she’s a Vampire Hunter-r-r-r-r.” Colin said with a spooky tone on his voice. A knife landed next to his ear. She hadn’t turned her eyes from Simon when she threw it. “Well, if we’re to kill someone randomly, we shouldn’t kill the sheriff. He’s the only figure representing law. Havoc will be wreaked over the city if he dies.” Simon said. “Simon has a point. Devin is just as suspicious.” Luke said. “So, killing my nephew sounds like a better idea to you? Oh, what the hell, let’s do it!” She shouted enraged and raised her knife, placing it under Devin’s jaw. He froze and kept on looking at her frightened. Tony looked at her. Her eyes were cold, she wasn’t showing a bit of emotion at that moment. “Stop!” He shouted. She glared at him. “Who should we kill? I want a clear suggestion!” She shouted. Frederick’s name could be heard in the room. “Frederick it is.” Brandon said with a smile on his face. Simon sat down. “I will not participate in that.” He said. “No one asked you.” Olivia said and raised her gun, which wasn’t like every gun. They could see a skull design on the handle. “Burn or die.” She said and shot. The impact pushed the Sheriff back and in the end, he crumbled on the floor. His head didn’t really look pretty after that. “All of you were wrong.” She said. “Isn’t he a vampire?” Devin asked, shocked by the image and scared of her answer. “No and I thought that you’d have learnt by now how vampires die.” She said and walked outside. Everyone kept on looking at the corpse. “I would make a joke, but this doesn’t really look funny to me now.” Colin said. “I said that we shouldn’t have killed him.” Simon said and slammed his fist on the table. “Next time we should be more careful with our choices and we should pay more attention to small details. We can't afford more mistakes. Rest in peace, Mr. Hunter. You did real good while you were alive.” Ryan said and lowered his head, rubbing his eyes before leaving the scene.
So yeah. This was a wrong move to do. Bye bye Sheriff. PM is about to be sent to the vampire that will attack next. Good luck.
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Post by Insane_Zang on Dec 14, 2010 10:10:56 GMT -5
...SHIRT
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Post by Kevak on Dec 14, 2010 10:18:59 GMT -5
...SHIRT x2
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Post by Nancy R. on Dec 14, 2010 10:25:11 GMT -5
...SHIRT x3
Wait what?
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Post by Lyserg Zeroz on Dec 14, 2010 11:01:29 GMT -5
Crap (C-C-C-Combo breaker)... I could try to overthink more of the last story but why now, it's vampire's turn now, so I suppose it's better to wait for the next story.
Dmn...Dmn, Dmn, sorry Sheriff, I'm real sorry. This's all my fault, I was the one who first pointed his finger at you. And now we are in for a vampire attack and we don't even have our law enforcer to protect us.
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Post by Nancy R. on Dec 14, 2010 11:36:39 GMT -5
IC: You don't need a law enforcer. You have someone that follows her own rules.
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Xanast
Star
Just keep staring...
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Post by Xanast on Dec 14, 2010 15:13:43 GMT -5
WHO WAS FRICKIN' RIGHT! I WAS YOU MORONS! SHE'S SICk AND TWISTED!!!
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Post by Nancy R. on Dec 14, 2010 15:44:48 GMT -5
Who is sick and twisted?
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Post by Kevak on Dec 14, 2010 15:48:18 GMT -5
Oy! Ghost! You don't shout at me auntie without facing me!
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Post by Alex on Dec 14, 2010 15:52:02 GMT -5
“Ew. It looks like Father Devant found a new way to communicate with God. Last night, he was as high as a kite!” Colin said. No one laughed. I laughed...
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Post by Rogers91 on Dec 14, 2010 16:14:24 GMT -5
well good to see that pest of a law enforcer is gone... now my "buisness" can expand with out that goody two shoes getting in my way..
so yeah uhhh hope the vamps dont kill me tonight....
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