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Jeffery heard Frenchie outside of his door but ignored him. Didn't they get the message that he wanted to be alone? He wasn't gonna cut himself. Merlin, they were paranoid. Well, he did shatter the mirror and cut his hand and arm in the process, but that doesn't count. He leaned his head against the wall, sighing. Eventually he'd have to come out of there, but that wasn't right now. |
Oh nothing really Laryn told him, just my life, my boring life, she sighed, I didn't think anyone could live such a boring life, but evidetly, I did she shook her head as she heard water, dunno, maybe he's cleaning up she wasn't being very literate, but she didn't care, why are you here? ]I]Wherever here is[/I] |
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"I shouldn't.. shouldn't.. have done.. that.. I was being greedy.. I was worried that you were going to give it to another girl... I thought.. that we.." she said, explaining. Well trying to explain. She rubbed her eyes with her hand. He must think that I'm a monster! she thought. She couldn't remember what else had happened! She buried her head in her knees, and her body shook a bit. She probably was a mess. Especially her hair. |
OOC: Someone's assuming an awful lot. ;) Jeffrey, the following memory flashes through your mind: Jacob S. Philburn (not Philbert) is a fictional character from your favorite book. In the book, Jacob was murdered by his older brother, Jasper, in a spat over a woman. In fact, as you look closer at the pocket knife, you'll notice that the 'S' you thought you saw before is actually most of a worn-away 'A'. Adam... that's your middle name. It's Adam. You feel your nerves begin to calm down a bit. Unfortunately, that gives your body more notice to feel the pain shooting up your arm from the cuts. Yup... breaking mirror bad idea. Fortunately, however, the pocket knife sparks in your other hand, the wooden bit pops out, and your cuts are healed. OOC: Plot drop still scheduled for tomorrow. |
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"Do you think you still have your wand?" Seth asked Aiden, suddenly inspired. Maybe if he had the wand, some of them might remember some incantations that might help then. But a part of his mind doubted that Aiden would have the wand, everything seemed to have been taken from them before they were put here, or even when they were unconcious. |
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Well, it was a good idea, but I'm afraid no one found a wand on them. You do remember someone with a broken stick earlier. Wasn't she talking to it? Didn't it give off a couple sparks. Could've been a trick of the light, but it's probably worth a peek. |
Charlotte was quiet. What did this person want from them? Why were they here? All of them had seemingly done something wrong, so why were they here instead of barred in a cell? "Maybe that person did us a favor by placing us here," Charlotte said quietly. She would prefer being here rather than locked up in some dreary cell. |
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The sentimental words didn't have much of an effect on her. "It will be alright as soon as we get out of here." she muttered, looking around the room thoughtfully like she expected some sort of tunnel to appear out of no where to take them away. She felt a like an animal in a cage, being trapped in this place. Sydney didn't like the restrictions on her freedom. It made her uncomfortable... restless even, at the thought. "I suppose food is a plus." She made an effort to smile as she held up the apple. It was nearly perfect, she noted, with the exception of the missing chunk where she'd bitten into it earlier. "Are you hungry?" she inquired casually, taking another bite from the fruit. She decided to wait to see if the girl said yes or not before she clued her in on the second apple sitting in her pocket. |
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"Did you see her, Em, here?" He asked Aiden raising his eyebrows and looking around the room. "Is she any of the girls here?" He asked, peering behind Aiden at Laryn on the floor with another boy. No this wasn't her. And besides, he thought, her name is Laryn. |
OOC: I'm waiting to have a few more people online at the same time before I introduce the next element of the story. :) |
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No it's ok, Laryn nodded, yeah the box, she thought, no one remembers anything on the box, so how do we know it's real, that it's the truth? she said outloud, more to herself than anyone else, I mean the "murderer" didn't seem like a murderer, and the dealer didn't seem like a dealer, nor did this young boy seem like the type to set alight his house, with or without family inside, nothing, just nothing made sense. |
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OOC: I'm really, really sorry everyone, but I'm not going to post your plot drop today. I wanted to have more of the players online at the same time so no one is missing anything and as many people have a chance to respond to it as possible. In the mean time, so I'm not leaving you high and dry, how about a game? Everyone, please PM me where you think your characters are. The first person to give the closest answer to the truth will get an extra special smartness reward for their character. |
Jeffery suddenly remembered something. Jacob S. Philburn... where had he heard that name before? Then it hit him. His favorite book! Jacob S. Philburn was the character from his favorite book. Now what was this book about? Of course! Jacob was murdered by his brother Jasper because of a spat over a woman. He smiled, half relieved and half terrified. He got the pocketknife from, you guessed it, his pocket and examined it more closely. What he had thought was an S was now a very old looking A. Adam. His middle name was Adam. He sighed in relief and calmed down, only to notice the great pain shooting up his arm. He grunted and suddenly the wooden stick popped out of the knife and his cuts were healed. He wasn't as surprised as he was the first time it did that, but it still made his eyes widen just a bit. But what came to him next made him laugh crazily. He wasn't a murderer. He hadn't murdered his own brother! He put a hand to his forehead, still laughing like a mad man. He wasn't crazy, he wasn't dangerous. He wasn't a killer. |
The device on the pocket knife starts spinning like mad again. If you didn't murder your brother--in fact, you've never had a brother--then why did you confess to murder? Jeez, this is so complicated... |
Jeffery noticed the... what was it called... sneaker scope? Yes, that was it. The sneaker scope started whirling and spinning again. Why was it doing that? Jeffery had never even had a brother, at least, he thought he didn't. But if Jeffery didn't have a brother, then why did he confess to the murder of him? This was so weird, Jeffery felt sick. He sat against the sink, trying to think this through. Why was this sneaker scope spinning if he hadn't murdered Jacob? |
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She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her light, cotton dress a bit nervously, for fear of biting her nails from her nerves. Her slight, closed-mouth smile matched Sydney's almost identically as she revealed a bright red apple, a small missing from where someone had nibbled on it previously revealing the now-yellowing body of the fruit. "Sure," June nodded, although it wouldn't be polite, nor hygienic, to take a bite of the apple. Maybe another fridge would pop up soon. |
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