Werewolf: In the Dark - Day Three

Post » Wed Aug 08, 2012 11:04 pm

Extract from the journal of Madeleine Nixon, local print journalist.

7th / 8th August, 2012.



On the third day, the emotion of the past few days reached a crescendo. After hours of bickering, Daniel (Cecilff2) was dragged before the mob and onto the street, near where we found Danny. Gradually we grew angrier, more sure of our conviction, edging one another on. All of our hatred and fear was unloaded onto the boy before us.
"He built the bombs, he knows electronics!"
"He tried to kill us all! Look what happened to poor Danny Butterman!"
"Murderer!"
Somebody hurled a rock, catching the 16 year old across the face, and a cheer went up through the assembled crowd. Blood ran down his cheek and dripped to the floor, and he forced himself to look up, staring back at us all. He swallowed, and it looked as though he was summoning his resolve.
"It's over, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll tell you everything."

A gasp went up among the assembled townsfolk, and we realized that the ordeal was about to end. In the silence the followed, all eyes were fixed on Daniel. He swallowed again, and drew in a breath. Suddenly the sound of breaking glass shattered the silence as the beautiful stained-glass window of the church exploded outwards. Daniel dropped to his knees, a bullet in his chest. He stared down with wide eyes at the red stain which spread across his shirt, as blood dribbled from his mouth. He coughed a few times before collapsing on the floor. Stunned, we could only watch as he raised his head and uttered his final words. "I'm not... not a bad person. I never meant to hurt anyone. Please for... for-... forgive me." Whoever made the shot was long gone.

Waldo (Northwind) wandered over and helpfully declared the corpse dead, and probably human. Jesus (Commander Oreo) decided to give the boy his final rites and nobody objected. We'd successfully caught the bomb-maker, but our victory was bittersweet. There were two killers still at large. Regardless, our spirits were relatively good as we set off to explore the graveyard, following a unanimous vote. Several people congratulated Henry (Oranos) and Ben (Exorince) for their fine deduction, Henry taking the compliments as modestly as Ben took them arrogantly. We reached the graves and the gorgeous Salvatore (Drop Dead) immediately took charge, splitting the crowd into several groups, one of which coincidentally consisting of himself and every female present. Tricia (TeeHee:3) seemed too tired to say much of anything, so maybe there is a God after all. Bear (8-Bit) roamed the graveyard with Bob (Gamgee), searching for any signs of activity at all, but ended up finding nothing. Billy (GorbadPS3) spent the entire time digging a fresh grave.

Finally Tommy (I Do Not Know) pointed out that we were getting nowhere, and we all had to agree. dike (dmel125) spoke up from the back of the group. "I don't mean to be a dike, but I think we just made a really obvious error. Think about it; we all fell asleep together, why would Danny have been hanging around outside of the Kwik-O-Mart? We did find him holding the note; seems to me that it was just meant to get him alone so they could ambush him. He would've had to pass the place we found him dead to get to the graveyard." Everyone was silent while we digested this information. For a moment or two we just sat and reflected on our bad decision. "Well," said Daria (Rosveen), "at least we know that one of them must have written the note. We should take a closer look at that."

We were all feeling a little more confident after our success with Daniel, so we decided to spread out a little more throughout the hall. A few small campfires were lit, and the smell of canned soups soon filled the building. It was comforting; as if we were all just camping, as if everything was normal. As if we hadn't needed to kill a boy that morning for making bombs and conspiring to murder. Slowly we drifted off to sleep, daring to hope that everybody would be fine in the morning.


In the morning, Benjamin wasn't fine. Benjamin was far from fine. He'd been suffocated in his makeshift bed. A relatively even, thin bruise stretched across his neck, deep and dark purple. A look of terror was etched on his face. His rumpled possessions were spread out around him, and it was clear that he'd thrashed and fought hard to free himself.



Nobody cried for Benjamin. We knew what we needed to do.


OOC: NUMBERS WILL NOT AFFECT THE USEFULNESS OF A SEARCH. All characters search whichever location gets the most votes. Always vote for the location you think will prove most helpful, don't follow the crowd unless you agree with the reasoning.


Graveyard:

Danny Butterman (Wyatt) - Angel. Murdered.
Daniel (Cecil) - Wolf. Executed.
Benjamin (Exorince) - Innocent. Murdered.


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Suspect List:

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8-Bit Legend

Name: Rick "Bear" Masterson
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 6'8", Thick-set. Arms as big asdsd tree trunks, and a beer-gut to match. Has a mop of dark brown hair, and a large scar on his right cheek which is mostly hidden by his extremely manly beard.
Clothing: He's dressed as his job would suggest: Red flannel over-shirt, jeans, work boots, etc.
Possessions: Cigarettes, lighter, felling ax, length of rope, flask of whiskey, and a necklace made of bear claws (not the pastry).
Occupation: Lumberjack, owns the local sawmill
Personality: Though he comes off as gruff and intimidating to people he doesn't know, "Bear" has a mostly positive outlook on life. He loves living in the mountains, and seems to truly enjoy the "rugged outdoorsman" lifestyle. People from town know when he's coming, due to his voice that matches his build. He's always ready to help out when a situation arises, often being the first to raise the call. He's not a saint by any means, as all men have their demons, but most people would classify him as a good guy to have on their side. That's definitely preferable to the opposite, as he knows how to hold a grudge like no other (just ask that black bear).
History: "Bear" grew up in the mountains. He comes from a long line of hard-working mountain men. He inherited the local sawmill when his father passed. He gained his nickname when, after a black bear came into town looking for food and ended up harming a small child, he grabbed nothing but his ax and rope and took off into the woods. He came back with a bloodied visage and towing the carcass of a 425 lb black bear. He's had a mighty fine rug in front of his fireplace and a new necklace since then.

Cecilff2

Name: Daniel Kataiser
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Light build. Dark brown hair. About 5'8"
Clothing: Blue jeans, and a black sleeveless shirt.
Possessions: Walkie talkie radios, cell phone, laptop, toolkit, wallet AND A MISSILE PONY, PEW PEW.
Occupation: He's a student at the high school.
Personality: Dan's got a somewhat bitter and cynical view on the world due to his dad rarely being home and his mom having left them. But he tends to not freak out so much when bad situations come around, typically able to get past it and keep a cool head. He isn't a good fighter and will tend to avoid them if he can. He excels at directing though, and is great at coordinating things. Loves to tinker with mechanical things.
History: His mom left after his youngest sister was born. His dad is rarely ever at his real home due to work at a military research base, so he lives in Lynchcaster with his grandparents. He has two sisters, Iji and Mia. He's somewhat of a techie and is good at getting things working again. Currently attends the high school in Lynchcaster.


ClintostheGreat

Name: Apu Nahasapeemapetilon
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Indian, average build, a small gut, 5 foot 8 inches, a nice head of black hair, a thin mustache.
Clothing: Long yellow pants pulled up past his belly button with a black collared shirt tucked in. A green jacket with yellow trim, and black shoes.
Possessions: A ripped piece of paper, a black pen, a wallet, a picture of his eight children, a picture of his wife, a straw.
Occupation: Store Clerk.
Personality: Apu views the world as a test. He always tends to stick to his Hindu beliefs. He is generally polite towards others, but every now and then some snideness will slip through. He is a dutiful worker to the point of being a virtual workaholic. He can be manipulative at times, especially when trying to get customers to buy something. He can be a bit paranoid.
History: Grew up in India, moved to the USA, got married, had eight kids. The American dream.

Commandant Oreo

Name: Jesus Christ
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 6"3, long brown dreads, has a huge curly mustache. Weighs 185 pounds. Green eyes.
Clothing: Large Blue T-shirt commemorating Vimy Ridge, its a little big on him. Captain Morgan black and white bathing suit shorts. Yellow crocs. Black sunglasses.
Possessions: Holy water, a locket, a bible, airplane peanuts, Nickelback concert ticket, Gameboy Advance SP
Occupation: Jesus spends his time helping the poor and sick. Doesn't earn much money so he lives on the streets
Personality: Jesus believes he is the second coming of Christ, and is waiting for his time to act. He values life and is extremely hesistant to kill. He often picks up corpses to give them proper rites. He is a smart thinker, but he takes quite a bit of time coming to conclusions. He prefers to work alone. It takes a lot to get him angry, and when he is he often stays quiet.
History: Jesus has lived in Lynchcaster for 17 years now. He noticed there are a lot of troubled people so he decided to stay and help them out. He was an only child and he was raised by his mother. His dad was never around but her mom ended up dating a carpenter from the Lynchcaster Hardware store.

Dalek

Name: Soda Pauper
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Soda's hair is a fruitful orange and green, nearly blinding. Eyes a piercing blue, wearing little to no make up, having a natural look. Pale white skin, glittered in freckles. Some may even call her a ginger. Her hair is puffy and all over the place. Acting as an umbrella. Despite her naturally orange hair tone, the orange is like that of a highlighter, not to mention the green flecks lighting things up. Along with rather high cheek bones and very tapered features, her eyes are an almond shape, lips pointed into a natural smile. She looks like an innocent, funny haired girl but has the body of a fine woman. Typical hourglass form. Perky briasts, small waist and wide hips. She is however rather petite, her figure not to be confused with a ratchet girl's.
Clothing: Soda wears dark colors, to bring attention to her face and hair. Typically seen in a dark teal colored blouse which has frilly lace over it. It's quite form fitting and gives her an advlt look. With that, she wears short black booty shorts along with laced up netting and combat boots. She wears little accessories and looks like what city-folk would call a streetwalking h*e.
Possessions: A tube of coral colored lipstick, a compact mirror with make up powder in it to give her face that sharp and shapely look whenever she needs it, an etched 5 inch blade that can slice through pretty much anything, and lastly, a flask of whiskey to take a sip from whenever she feels she is losing her edge.
Occupation: Makes money on the side by having her way with the townsmen.
Personality: Rather short tempered and no patience for idiots. If anything, no patience for those who do not agree with her and especially no patience for those who judge her. She has a rather strong personality and can make a real impression on someone just by talking. She has a voice like razors that can pierce through to anyone, she demands to be heard. Soda also carries herself with a bit of an edgy personality, constantly teetering on the brink of insanity. Willing to take risks and even matters into her own hands. She likes to feel in control. This is because of people not taking her seriously. Because of her name and her father's history, people tend to stay away from her socially, whether it's not liking her way of life to not liking her bad blood.
History: Soda's father, Cap Pauper, spent his life in the small town of Lynchaster and had the type of disorder that made you want to kill cats. Cap kept these wants at bay and let it boil inside of him. His parents were abusive and regular drug users. Cap was hooked on everything by 14. Never really amounted to anything and just lived with his parents in their home. Once they passed, he decided to meet people. He cleaned up his life for about 3 years at the age of 30 and met his wife, Suki Harrow. They soon had their first and only child, Soda Pauper. By that time, Cap was back on drugs and regularly abused his wife. She stayed however, fearing for Soda's safety. Cap had passed and Soda was left to live alone with her mother at the age of 5. Soda compensates for her bad history and blood-reputation with the townspeople by acting out, thinking that she is better than her father. Instead it has left her emotionally scarred and unstable, with an "I don't care" mindset.

disturbing

Name: Roderick Filcher
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Light build, six feet tall. Thin. Brown eyes and hair that is spiked up messily in the front. Charming, slightly geeky smile
Clothing: plain white T shirt thats always a little crinkled. Dark jeans and a pair of Vans.
Possessions: Wallet, Phone, Key chain with a pocketknife on it, Notepad, pen
Occupation: Writer
Personality:Roderick is naturally cautious and soft spoken. He doesn't enjoy the company of people very much and is a little antisocial. He doesn't work very well under pressure and is apt to make stupid mistakes when he is being rushed.
History: It's been four years since Roderick's brush with death at the Carnival of Horrors. After his life changing experience, the kid was changed a bit. He was antisocial and grew distant from his friends and family. After graduating from high school, Roderick wrote about his experience he had with werewolves(in a fictional light of course.) The book was a bestseller. Deciding he wanted to be a writer, Roderick bought a small house (if you could call a two room shack a house.) in the quiet town of Lynchcaster so he could focus on his writing career.

dmel125

Name: dike Grayson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 5'10" with a light, but muscular build. He has black hair about medium length that is disheveled, and blue eyes. Is at peak human conditioning, and an excellent acrobat.
Clothing: A black long sleeve shirt with dark colored jeans, and dark gray sneakers.
Possessions: Escrima sticks, cell phone, wristwatch, and flashlight
Occupation: A detective
Personality: He can be talkative at times, and is easily bored, and can be hot headed, he is also easy going. dike also has a sense of humor, and can be a good leader but prefers not to be. When it comes to friends and family he will do anything to protect them.
History: dike used to be an acrobat for the Circus until his parents died in an accident, than he was adopted. His foster father trained him in different forms of martial arts, and stealth making dike an excellent fighter. dike was also trained in detective skills which have come in handy as he is now a detective.

Drop Dead

Name: Salvatore Rodriguez Chandler
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Description: A light build with lean muscle, hes 5'7, has wavy black hair, and fairly tanned skin. He also has both of his ears pierced, and dashing green eyes. Hes not much of a fighter, and his build represents that. More of a lover.
Clothing: He wears a dark navy vest, along with black jeans and black boots. Sunglasses must be on his head at all times, even if its night.
Possessions: Sunglasses, second pair of sunglasses, tanning ointment, comb and mirror.
Occupation: Salvatore spends most of his time in his own tanning/hair salon, where he styles hair for the lovely ladies and then gives them the skin of angels.
Personality: Salvatore loves him ze ladies, and is constantly hitting on women 24/7. He views the world as his own person play-pen, one which he can enjoy in any way he wants. Style and fashion are the most important things to him, and if someone doesn't have it, he doesn't care about them. He can be seen as a snob, but hes not mean to people who don't match his standards. He simply ignores them. But no matter how attractive a female is, Salvatore believes he can make them beautiful; which is shown through his magnificent hair-cuts. He very relaxed, even under pressure, and is almost never frustrated. He breezes through life the same way he breezes through women.
History: Salvatore was born in Spain, to a far-away descendant of ze Chandler Family. He found Spain to his liking, yes quite to his liking, but after a while he grew bored. His daddy, being the rich and powerful man he was, arranged from his to join his family in America, to gain a better understand of ze country, and so that he can go out and explore what the world has in store. He was supposed to stay with his family, but the Manor he arrived was no longer there; in its place was a simple crater of mass proportions and lots of fur.
So, without anywhere to go, he asked for some money from his Daddy to start his own business, found a town suitable to his standards, and built the empire known as "Salvatore Hair and Skin". He is now the most desired man within all of Lynchcaste, which was fine by him, because it meant more business. However, he planned on moving quite soon, do to the fact that he had "Gotten Comfy" with every women in town, and nothing was left for him here. But when some secret conspiracy breaks out.. Well, Salvatore never runs from a adventure!

Exorince

Name: Benjamin "Ben" Rayner
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Average build - 6'2" (he does jog every morning though so he has probably got better stamina than most people). Short black hair and brown eyes.
Clothing: An
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Possessions: iPhone, wallet with ~$500 cash in it, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Occupation: Business Executive at a large insurance company.
Personality / History: Unrelenting and brutal, Ben has a reputation for being one of the most ruthless people in his line of work. Suffering from a bad case of egomania he hasn't been very popular among his coworkers lately, especially since most of them are former coworkers because he fired most of them. He has ascended rapidly through the ranks of his company in the past couple of years and has made quite a few enemies on the way... and more than a few admirers. He has a good fashion sense and loves to sport the latest and the most expensive clothes and accessories.


FloorBelow

Name: Andrew de Groot
Age: 51
Gender: M
Physical Description: Skinny and of an average height ('bout 174.) Short black hair, balding, with a beakish nose, and a heavy brow.
Clothing: A black turtleneck sweater, and denim jeans. Rounded spectacles, hanging on a chain.
Possessions: An expensive black fountain pen, film camera, pocket knife, glasses, notebook, typewriter and wristwatch (anolog, of course.)
Occupation: Owns a tiny shop off the main street labled "de Groot Photography & Typesetting co." Judging by the amount of dust it gets very little customers, though Andrew somehow manages to get buy.
Personality: A pessimist, technophobe, and introvert. He loves to criticize other people, and has little friends. Spends most of his time indoors, with his typewriter, or wandering aimlessly across town. Under stress, he looks for others to blame, and will run when cornered. He obsesses over detail, and takes a lot of time to do simple tasks due to his need for perfection. Doesn't agree with 'political correctness,' and is known for racism, but is otherwise a very law-abiding, upstanding citizen.
History: Not really much to say. Went to school, dropped out, inherited the typesetting business from his father at 18, and branched out into photography. He has no special accomplishments, famous relatives, or amazing talents. In fact, he's so ordinary and forgettable, that few people even realise he exists.

Frank the bunny

Name: Nicholas "Nick", last name unknown
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Relatively strong but lanky, around 5'11 in height, medium length greying black hair, clean shaven (rough stubble as of late), pale green eyes
Clothing: Cheap purple blazer, black dress shirt, purple pin stripe pants, orange tie and brown loafers
Possessions: A pocket watch, a butterfly knife, a pack of cigarettes, and a concealable five shot revolver
Occupation: Nick doesn't have an occupation, well an official occupation, in Lynchcaster. He thrives as a con artist and gambler, and thief
Personality: Nick is a cynical pessimistic bastard. He knows how to keep his cool, even when all the odds are against his favor. Nick doesn't have many values, beleifs, or morals, that said he does beleive there's always money to be made in any situation, and being a criminal, has a knack for street sense and survival
History: Most of his history is unknown, Nick may not even be his real name. Before his arrival in Lynchcaster he wandered between the major cities of the United States, looking for the next quick buck. After a particularly close encounter and and escape from the law, he sought out the most remote place he could find to lay low for awhile...

Gamgee

Name: Bob
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Huge build, brown hair, a manly beard, and has a scar over his right eye
Clothing: Red/black flannel shirt, jeans, work gloves, and some goggles.
Possessions: Wood Chopping Axe, multitool, whittling wood, and pancake mix.
Occupation: Lumberjack
Personality: One big playground to have fun in. Doesn't take anything seriously at all, and likes to just relax and have fun. Is also always making a mess because he hates cleaning up.
History: Came from the great white north known as Canada. Delivering his usual supply of pancake mix, bacon, and lumber. His only passion is how fast he can chop down trees, something his father taught him while young.

GorbadPS3

Name: Billy
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 5 feet and 5 inches. Chunky, but not fat. Not very athletic, but still in not too bad shape. Dark golden, long hair.
Clothing: Has a pair of black wellington boots. Wears a worn, dark leather trenchcoat. Underneath he has equally dark and worn, red and yellow clothes. The trenchcoat has been repaired over the years on more than one place, with an unfitting light-brown clothing. Wears a belt with a skull icon (made for kids)
Possessions: Two very old Colt 1851 Navy revolvers at his belt, carries them loaded but has no spare ammo. Carries a shovel with him. Assorted pieces of silver and gold jewelry, hidden well in the many pockets of his trenchcoat. Cigarrettes. A lighter. A bottle of moonshine.
Occupation: Guardian of the graves, digs them as well, maker of coffins. Hasn't been caught gravedigging, but he has done that; a lot, moonshiner.
Personality: An eternal pessimist and has had suicidal thoughts more than once. Numb to the death of others, or himself. He puts himself first, in all situations and generally doesn't care how things end up for others. Will only stand up and put on a fight for things he truly love, which is his hidden moonshine brewer in the mountains, his local pub friends and moonshine customers, fellow drinkers and smokers. If he'd been cornered, by a thief for example, he'd pull out his old colt revolvers and fire away, hoping the things won't jam.
History: Born and raised in the small town of Lynchcaster. His father was a gravedigger and moonshiner, just like Billy. His mother died giving birth to him. The moonshine made his father blind when Billy was a teenager and died falling down the mountains before Billy had reached the age of twenty two. Billy took care of the moonshine business like his father had wanted and also took care of the dead in Lynchcaster.

hircine21

Name: Jason Gideon
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 5'10 medium build with some muscle. Thinning black colored hair.
Clothing: Suit and tie.
Possessions: SIG Sauer P226, FBI Badge, chess set, cell phone, Journal of applied criminal psychology, Nelly Fox baseball card
Occupation: Chief of Police
Personality: Is very compassionate, even towards criminals. Has been noted to have a lack of manners at times. Master of human psychology. Extremely methodical and able to easily anolyze a situation. Holds a very bleak view of the world, having seen some of its worst elements. Not extremely sociable but is easily able to hold his own in a conversation. He wants to regain belief in himself and happy endings.
History: Burnt out at his job with the FBI and left unsure where he was going or how he'd know when he got there. He eventually ended up in Lynchcaster, a place where he actually felt comfortable living. His past as an FBI agent got around and he was named the Chief of Police.

I Do Not Know

Name: Tommy James
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Very skinny build, almost sickly, 5'8", dirty blonde, a beard that needs to be trimmed, always hunch over due to his injury
Clothing: Dirty white T-shirt, dirty jeans, and a pair of grayish sneakers that used to be white
Possessions: Bottle opener, old pocket watch, worn leather wallet, a flask full of whiskey
Occupation: Professional bar stool warmer
Personality: A few years ago, Tommy’s view on life was great, but ever since his injury, his outlook has been grim. Tommy is a fairly calm person, he never gets in bar fights, or anything like that. He wouldn’t do anything to harm anyone. All he cares about is booze.
History: Tommy used to work, which would be a surprise to anyone in town. One day he got injured at his job. The settlement from that made it where he would never have to work again. Always in constant pain, the only thing that seems to help him is whiskey.

Indicator

Name: Jack White
Age: 73
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Thin and warped by the effects of time, Jack weighs around 150 pounds and stands at about 5’9. His hair is getting quite thin and is white.
Clothing: Jack consistently dresses down now that he has retired. He is currently in a garish Hawaiian shirt, shorts that don’t come close to matching and some sandals.
Possessions: His glasses without which he is as good as blind, an acoustic guitar he learned to play after he retired, some pens and paper, and a fob watch.
Occupation: Retired judge
Personality: Jack has a very optimistic outlook, and carries a consistently sunny disposition. He is very much a team player and is willing to risk himself for others. He has a tendency to take the lead in whatever situations he finds himself in partly due to an elevated sense of self-worth. Even so most respect him for his wisdom. He has a particularly strong affection for children and their care-free nature. He remains the same under pressure, his optimism leading him to believe he can escape any bad situation
History: Born and raised in Lynchcaster Jack is something of an aberration. After going off to get his degree he actually came back to town. He went on to become a well respected and much loved judge for forty years. During that time he raised a loving family with his high school sweetheart Meg. Now he spends most of his days rocking on the front porch playing his guitar and making small talk with those that pass by.

Jerhicco

Name: Jerry Stein
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 5'4", 125 pounds, poor posture, pale skin, acne, clean shaven with brown hair and a bowl-cut.
Clothing: Jerry tends to wear slacks held up high by suspenders and short sleeved business shirts. He keep a pocket protector in his front, right briast pocket with a small assortment of pens and a small notepad. He wears large, square frame glasses and an old pair of Chuck's, easily visible due to lack of length on his trousers. One might say he's expecting a flood.
Possessions: Pens of assorted colors, a note-pad, a small Zippo lighter, a pack of cigarettes with no more than one 'Lucky' (a cigarette that's turned upside down in the pack), a set of small tools in a leather pouch and a photograph of his grandfather are kept on him at all times.
Occupation: Jerry works in IT, making sure to keep computers up-to-date and working properly in the local bank.
Personality: Jerry tried to keep to himself. He's largely afraid of the world around him, skittish and shy. He's not a particularly interesting individual, spending most of his time on computers, in and out of work. In work, he does just enough to not get fired so he can keep making money to fuel his on-line gambling addiction, which has cost him nearly everything. His lack of a proper diet shows strongly through his complexion and lack of energy towards anything he feels he doesn't need to do. When he feels threatened, he'll do exactly what he's told to make it out of harms way and back to the loving embrace of his poker hand.
History: As a child, Jerry had an abusive father and apathetic mother. Growing up in an age of ever growing technology, he turned his focus away from his troubled family to his work with computers. He acquired the ability to sense, and avoid danger whenever possible. Through school, he was picked on enough to know when someone was going to start trouble with him before the trouble came. When faced between fight or flight, he always picked flight, avoiding countless confrontations through clever escape techniques.

Northwind Fusilier

Name: Waldo Butters
Age: Mid 30's
Gender: Male.
Physical Description: Short, stocky, balding.
Clothing: Wears a lab coat over slacks and a flannel shirt. Glasses.
Possessions: Scalpel, pocket protector, a book, Storm Front, and a polka suit.
Occupation: Coroner
Personality: Waldo is a recovering coward; he is terrified of everything, but is just starting to face his fears. He is an optimist, but is very jaded about his life. Very rational and methodical. Thinks polka is not a crime.
History: Left Chicago after he was fired as a medical examiner there. The establishment was unhappy with his description of a corpse as "humanlike, but definitely not human." After getting out of the psych ward he came to Lynchcaster where he heard they needed a coroner.

Oranos

Name: Henry Russell
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Physical Description: White, tall (6'2"ish), big shoulders and arms. Blonde hair, not too long.
Clothing: The classic red shirt under a blue overall. Also has a straw hat.
Possessions: Keys to his van, a map of Lynchcaster, a mostly empty wallet, a lighter, a roll of tape, extra bottle caps and a pocket multitool.
Occupation: Farmer/Milkman
Personality: Henry Russell is a very honest working man. He was born and raised on the farm on the outskirts of Lynchcaster, leaving him with something to do around the place all the time. He can't just sit by idly if there's anything at all to be done. He's a very open person, getting to interact with almost everyone in Lynchcaster when he's doing his rounds. He's used to working on a set schedule and doesn't like to stray too far from it, and he'll do everything he can to maintain it. He's used to doing a lot of work by himself, but appreciates any form of help. He does not like to stray from his simple structure of things, keeping it simple is his staple. He can be a tad bit forgetful.
History: Born on the Russell family farm, his mother died when he was still young, leaving him and his father to work on the farm. Henry was mainly responsible for taking the produce to the town and selling it. Nowadays, Henry only sells the milk to each household personally, while his farmhands have taken over the rest of his duties. Aside from delivering the milk, Henry is the driving force behind Lynchcaster's girlscouts.

Party Poison

Name: Jenny Parker
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Physical Description: In amazing shape, Dyed white hair, slightly tall, and looks to kill.
Clothing: All black spec ops suit, with various gizmos and attachments for stealth purposes.
Possessions: Silenced pistol, several tranq guns in easy to access places, communicator, lipstick gas bomb, and laser cutter.
Occupation: Secret operative sent in by the government years ago, after suspecting the town of wrong doings. She works as the local barmaid collecting information.
Personality: Obviously she knows how to keep her cool under pressure. She is very methodical, and likes to keep control of the situation, but doesn't mind it getting slightly out of hand. She knows her way around the human psyche and can manipulate people to her will rather easily.
History: Born to a high ranking military commander, she had a pretty cushy childhood, but a very strict one. When her father was killed because of an insider report, she decided to become a spec ops agent, to find the man who ratted him out and kill him, unfortunately she was stationed here, and never really had the oppurtunity, however she bides her time hoping she will eventually get her chance.

Riverstyx

Name: Adrian Chase
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 5'8'', Average build, short black hair, wears glasses
Clothing: Jeans, black jacket
Possessions: Rolex watch, wallet, the keys to his store, a taser for protection.
Occupation: Pawn shop owner
Personality: Charismatic, friendly, and fair minded. Always tries to create situations where everyone can benefit, but could talk you into just about anything if he wanted to. He's been known to offer full value in his shop for items he wants to keep for himself.
History: Coming from a line of businessmen, he first tried to open a store in New York, however a competitor shunted him out of business after only a few years. He came to Lynchcaster in the hopes of a fresh start and managed to start a small but successful pawn shop.

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Name: Daria Ward
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Physical description: 5'9'', lanky, with shoulder length auburn hair and blue-grey eyes.
Clothing: Typical bank teller attire when at work. After work: trenchcoat, worn out jeans, brown turtleneck sweater, sneakers.
Possessions: Inside her satchel: smartphone, notepad and pen, wallet, compact umbrella, pack of chewing gum.
Occupation: Bank teller.
Personality: Daria is very practical and down-to-earth; she tries to be prepared for everything, believing that it's better to be safe than sorry. She's still a little shaky after her father's death, but she's dealing with it - she's more worried about her mom. While a fan of thriller movies, she's not very active herself and isn't sure how she'd react in a dangerous situation; she prefers to keep a distance, not jump into the heart action. She enjoys travelling and learning about different kinds of life, but when she returns home she wants it to be peaceful and stable. She's very forgetful.
History: Born and raised in Lynchcaster, daughter of a biology teacher and a postman. When she grew up she left to go to university. Soon after earning her bachelor's degree in accounting she received a message about her father's death, prompting her to go home and spend more time with her mother.

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Name: Mel Davis
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Average height, average build. Mel is relatively fit from his rounds, but his diet and penchant for an after-hours drink (or three) masks it under a light layer of pudge. He sports brown hair worn with a side-part and a well maintained mustache.
Clothing: Navy blue harrington jacket, wool sweater, navy blue trousers, duck boots, insulated gloves, winter postal trooper cap, digital wristwatch.
Possessions: Postman's satchel, clipboard with pen and pencil, ziplock bag filled with almonds and twizzlers, hand-warmers, postal worker badge, box cutter.
Occupation: Postman
Personality: Generally professional, though he rarely exhibits any urgency in his work. In a town like Lynchcaster, hustle isn't especially required. Mel puts on a friendly face with his fellow residents, though he is reticent to open up about anything meaningful. Small talk and jokes come easily, but most interactions remain superficial, rarely moving beyond chats at the office watercooler or local bar. He feels discontent with his current station. Disillusion prevents him from taking any firm measures to rectify his situation and so he coasts through his job and life. Each year that passes makes change a less and less likely proposition.
History: Mel was born and raised in Lynchcaster. He left for college at 18, but indecision and apathy forced him to drop out after a year. He spent the next few years living paycheck to paycheck. Kitchen work, landscaping, whatever could pay the bills. He worked a brief stint in some local dive as a bouncer until he took a bottle to the side of the head, leaving him deaf in one ear. After his mother died, he inherited the family home and moved back to Lynchaster. Shortly thereafter he got a job in the post office mail-room as a clerk, and eventually found himself walking a route and making deliveries.

Suffca

Name: Francis Dinkleberg
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Description: White, 5' 11", A bit on the heavy side, longish dark hair, and scruffy beard.
Clothing: A channel 9 news hat, glasses, a grey tshirt, blue jeans and beat up tennis shoes.
Possessions: A news camera, an Xmen comic book, and his father's wrist watch.
Occupation: Camera guy
Personality: Francis just goes with the flow and doesn't care about much of anything, half the time he even forgets to take the lens cap off the camera. He also has no motivation in life and is happy with his current, crappy job. Francis acts as if he's a kid still and is not the most mature advlt
History: Francis's father left his mother and him as a child which led to Francis growing up with no guidance since his mom had to work two jobs. Francis found himself reading through comics everyday and fantasizing to be a hero. He never grew up and eventually found himself at the age of 30 living at home as a camera guy for the local news station.

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Name: Tricia Takanawa
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Asian, 5'7, mid-length black hair, relatively thin
Clothing: A smart navy blue suit and black heels, dark tights, pearl earrings
Possessions: Journalist pass, microphone, headset, handbag containing a laptop, cell phone and mirror
Occupation: Local news reporter
Personality: Married to her job, Tricia is willing to do anything it takes to become the local daytime newsroom anchor. Ambitious to the point of developing tunnel vision; once she sets her sights on something she'll disregard everything else until she gets it. She enjoys working alone and considers friends to be assets for her to use in order to get to the top. Works about the same as normal under pressure, no better or worse than usual. In fact, she rarely shows any emotion at all.
History: Tricia was adopted by a family in Lynchcaster from Japan and hasn't left since. They gave her a traditional Japanese last name, hoping it would encourage her to embrace her ethnicity. Instead it lead to constant bullying from the other children in town which forced her to reject her Asian heritage altogether. Now a local TV news reporter, Tricia is one of the town's local "celebrities", along with the farmer that grew the county's biggest pumpkin and the man who was struck by lightning 3 times in a row.

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Name: Ragnall Waterman
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 6' tall and built like an office worker. Short brown hair shows first signs of receding, in parallel with his dwindling fitness levels.
Clothing: Ragnall dresses in all Bland. His grey chinos perfectly match his collection of shirts, which span the colour spectrum from beige to more beige. Walking boots provide the perfect excuse for a lack of imagination.
Possessions: Wallet (containing the usual - change, some notes, business cards and a photo of his ex-wife), keys, phone, and tissues.
Occupation: Entrepreneur and Dole-Scrounge Tactician.
Personality: Ragnall is tired. Very tired. His drive for success is matched only by his complete lack of ability in any field. He stops short of being clumsy though, due to not attempting anything which poses any sort of challenge.
History: Dropped out of his business course at uni to "pursue his own business interests" - a convenient excuse to his parents for his failing results. He briefly discovered the illusion of wealth long enough to score himself a glamorous wife - who promptly turned heel when the illusion was broken, taking all he had (and most of what he didn't have) with her along the way.

wolf bite

Name: Jake Rusk
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Description: strong, around 215 pounds with muscle, 5'8, black hair
Clothing: Crucifix, monk's robes
Possessions: Religious scriptures, crucifix, old revolver, a considerable amount of gold, old letters from a Sam Rusk, the novel "Demons" by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Occupation: Monk
Personality: The world is a dark place, most of its problems can be solved with faith... those that can't can be solved with bullets. When threatened he will try to take the most peaceful route, if that does not work than violence will. The path of the righteous will mitigate past sins and redemption is never unattainable. Not really a social person, but he can handle his own in conversation.
History: Born into a “cursed” family, Jake has spent his entire life running away from those that wish him harm rather than fight. With a ton of money from inheritance he moved to the town to hide. His current fa?ade is that of a religious man trying to find solitude in the mountains.

Wyatt Waste Ranger

Name: Danny Butterman
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Physical Description: a doughy, affable chap with black hair, clean shaven, and hazel eyes.
Clothing: Black boots, black cargo pants, white button up with a bullet proof vest over it. Aviator glasses
Possessions: night stick, hand cuffs, 9mm hand gun, 4 spare clips, taser, wallet, cellphone
Occupation: Constable
Personality: Danny is good-natured cop with a love of American police action movies, such as Point Break and Bad Boys II. Bored with police duty in the small town, he longs to face "proper action" as he sees in the movies and takes an immediate interest in the goings ons, as he perceives the city to be much more exciting and dangerous for a police officer. Danny ultimately aspires to live his dream of participating in car chases and gunfights. He loves Hollywood police movies so much that when the situation presents itself he will wholeheartedly go guns blazing for glory and honor.
History: Danny Butterman is the son of Inspector Frank Butterman. His mother died of mysterious circumstances when he was young. Even since then he has wanted to fight crime in all it's forms.


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Name: Diana Stanley
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Physical Description: She stands at 5’5” and has a pretty petite build. Hair is straight, chocolate-brown in color, and runs halfway down her back.
Clothing: Wears a dark hoodie with the hood usually up.
Possessions: A purse that carries money, checks, credit cards, and most of her other stuff. Said stuff includes a bottle of anti-depressants, and a netbook computer. Often carries a handgun for protection as well.
Occupation: Runs a thrift store.
Personality: On the surface, Diana often maintains a friendly and professional demeanor. In her past, she used to be pretty outspoken about her beliefs, but one rather notable experience caused her to become more withdrawn. Nowadays, she avoids discussing politics of any sort, even if she’s annoyed by the backwards viewpoints of some of the locals. Deep down, she’s actually a pretty nervous wreck, sometimes suffering nightmares from a previous experience in her life and has hemophobia. She believes she may need counseling, but can’t find in herself to talk about her problems.
History: Diana grew up in Arkham, Massachusetts where she lived a pretty comfortable life, running a shop specializing in small women’s clothes. Always a politically active woman, she was eventually invited by a friend to a group called the Silver Lodge, which promised that it would bring about “many reforms to the city.” After being a member for a few weeks, however, it became apparent to Diana that they were less a political organization and more of a religious occult that practiced human sacrifice. After seeing them gruesomely kill three unfortunate souls, she fled. Too afraid to report to the authorities, she packed up as much as she could carry and drove away. After traveling for a bit, Diana decided to finally stop at this innocuous little town, which seemed a safe enough place to start over. She set up a new store in Lynchcaster and has been there for five years now.

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OOC: Dead Lounge access please :)
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OOC: svcks when the day ends an hour before you're even awake. Ah well. Ditto on the above statement.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 4:53 am

Bear

Can we please, for the love of god, search the Bank?
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 1:57 am

Bear

Concerning the way poor Ben was strangled: What do the edges of the bruise look like? Are they uniform or kinda rough?
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OOC: Answers to Exorince's final questions. It just feel like the right thing to do.

Benjamin Rayner

Danny had a 9mm pistol, are there any bullets missing? Does it look like it was fired recently?

Are there any injuries on him aside from the throat wound?

No to both questions.

Benjamin Rayner
Tell me something, is there dirt on Danny's boots?

also, are there any cigarette buts lying around Danny?

No to both questions.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 6:54 am

Bear

Concerning the way poor Ben was strangled: What do the edges of the bruise look like? Are they uniform or kinda rough?

Uniform.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 3:09 am

Billy

Alrighy-o, we got a wolf. I still have no idea how that happened, but I'm happy. Kwik-o/e Mart sounds like a good place to search.

Now let's see, a fella who has a knife, skill to murder. Then we have a strangling fella and a guy fella. However, there's only two of them left, which mean we either have a strangling, knife wielder or a strangling shooter. Possibly even all three in the same. Let me think for a moment...

Was the wound on Benjamin just a bruise, or did it also cut the skin, making it bleed slightly? This is important to know, because a rope of sorts wouldn't cause a wound as well, while a metal thing most likely would.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:44 am

Jack White
I had my suspicions yesterday but today I am more confident then ever. Bear has to die. Yesterday Danny had a look on his face like he knew he was about to die. Today Benjamin was strangled and had a look of terror on his face. We all can tell when Bear is coming, his build and voice do nothing to disguise him. Ben had a long, even bruise on his throat probably from Bear's rope. Finally from the first day of this mess Bear is always willing to help, like suspect A kept a lookout even if he couldn't help with the bomb. It has to be Bear.
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Jesus Christ

Heh, I was just thinking the same thing Bear! Nice to know I won't go alone. I'm voting for the bank.

I said it earlier, and I'll say it again. Whoever is doing these killings is professional.

Were there any footprints? Were any of the possessions taken?
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 7:26 am

Billy

Was the wound on Benjamin just a bruise, or did it also cut the skin, making it bleed slightly? This is important to know, because a rope of sorts wouldn't cause a wound as well, while a metal thing most likely would.

No bleeding, although the bruise is very deep.
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Post » Wed Aug 08, 2012 7:41 pm

Bear

Jack, take a look at the bruise again. Now take a look at http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonathanescapes/3126702784/. Ropes don't cause "Uniform, even, thin" bruising. Especially not the thick type of rope used in tree-felling.
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Jesus Christ

Were there any footprints? Were any of the possessions taken?

No footprints, nothing was taken.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:38 am

Bear

Jack, take a look at the bruise again. Now take a look at http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonathanescapes/3126702784/. Ropes don't cause "Uniform, even, thin" bruising. Especially not the thick type of rope used in tree-felling.
Billy

Be so kind as to point out any other object even remotely possible to cause such a wound.
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Post » Wed Aug 08, 2012 9:34 pm

Billy

Be so kind as to point out any other object even remotely possible to cause such a wound.

Bear

Just off the top of my head:

http://www.gearculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/filson-field-satchel2.jpg
http://www.familiesonlinemagazine.com/fashion/lizard-belt.jpg
http://fearlessmma.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/weapons-filipino-weapons-escrima-sticks-doce-filipino-28-29-in-doce-pares-fire-burned1.jpg
http://wstoollibrary.org/files/2011/09/Shovel-pic.jpg

(OOC: Edit)

Hell, the man could have been strangled with his own http://rlv.zcache.com/hitman_tie-p151850328210169460env5g_400.jpg.
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Bear

Just off the top of my head:

http://www.gearculture.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/filson-field-satchel2.jpg
http://www.familiesonlinemagazine.com/fashion/lizard-belt.jpg
http://fearlessmma.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/weapons-filipino-weapons-escrima-sticks-doce-filipino-28-29-in-doce-pares-fire-burned1.jpg
http://wstoollibrary.org/files/2011/09/Shovel-pic.jpg
Billy

The same logic of a thin wound has to be applied though, taking away the escrima sticks and the shivel shovel handle. A strap from a satchel is a bit far fetched. A belt would mean the person doing the killing is doing it with his pants off.

I still think it's the length of rope. However, it seems way too obvious.



Edit: Spelling.
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Bear

Jesus Tapdancin' Christ, man (Not you, Jesus). There was a reason I asked the question I did. A rope burn will NEVER leave a uniform edge. Surely you've had a rope burn or three from your days of lowering caskets into the grave.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 5:38 am

Jack White
I think this is just a case of Occam's razor here. Your rope makes the most sense and you fit other evidence. Further, he was a pretty fit man. And we know he struggled pretty hard. None of us heard that struggle. I'd say someone your size would be much better at keeping it contained. You make the most sense to me so until I see a more viable candidate then my vote remains on you.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:42 am

Bear

You refute your own "case" with your words, Jack. The man STRUGGLED. Come over here and let me wrap this rope around your neck. Now start struggling. Let's see how "uniform and even" the bruise is.

Not to mention I'm veritably a freakin' giant. I swing an axe all day. I have arms like tree trunks. Ben was a jogger, fer cryin' out loud. I'm not seeing there being much of a struggle if it were me. I would have EASILY overpowered him. I mean, come on... I wrestled a bear once.

Billy, since when do someone's pants immediately disappear after they take their belt off?

(Edit: Added some flavor text.)
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 2:21 am

Bear

You refute your own "case" with your words, Jack. The man STRUGGLED. Come over here and let me wrap this rope around your neck. Now start struggling. Let's see how "uniform and even" the bruise is.

Not to mention I'm veritably a freakin' giant. I swing an axe all day. I have arms like tree trunks. Ben was a jogger, fer cryin' out loud. I'm not seeing there being much of a struggle if it were me. I would have EASILY overpowered him.

Billy, since when do someone's pants immediately disappear after they take their belt off?
Billy

Mine do. That's why I have the belt on.

If he didn't walk a distance with the belt in his/her hand, then he/she would've had to take the belt off in front of Benjamin. Which is kinda slow... So yeah, I'm not going to blame the belt on this one.

In addition, you could easily overpower him, which is Jack's point. Benjamin didn't manage to escape, even though he was struggling a lot.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 2:16 am

Billy

Mine do. That's why I have the belt on.

If he didn't walk a distance with the belt in his/her hand, then he/she would've had to take the belt off in front of Benjamin. Which is kinda slow... So yeah, I'm not going to blame the belt on this one.

In addition, you could easily overpower him, which is Jack's point. Benjamin didn't manage to escape, even though he was struggling a lot.

Bear

He was IN BED at the time. Someone could have easily taken off their belt right there while he was sleeping. They start strangling him. He wakes up, gasping for air, struggling. He dies.

Just a note: I'm not saying a belt was what was used. But it's certainly more plausible than a rope, given the wound.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 12:08 am

Jenny Parker


This situation is getting out of hand fast. We need to stop and think. We killed the bombmaker last night. This leaves us with two people. Suspect A and C.

Here's what we know so far, either suspect A or C has a gun, and is good at shooting it. Ben was strangled last night with an object uniform in nature, and we know it wasn't quick. The person would have to be strong in order to keep him down while he was thrashing about. Suspect C didn't do anything the first night, so he could be standoffish, or not like to work with others. Suspect A Let someone else take charge, so I'm guessing he's not too much of a leader, but not quite a follower either. We know that Danny was stabbed in the carotid. So from this, we can determine that someone has a shard object and some knowledge of anatomy. I'm also gonna go out on a limb here and say the shooter and the strangler are two different people.

So we come down to this list:

Roderick Filcher - Has a pocket knife, is very antisocial (don't see much here)
dike Grayson - can be a good leader but prefers not to be A took charge then relinquished it easily. The sticks could have easily made the bruise today. Muscular and very fit.
Andrew de Groot - Has a pocket knife, obsesses over detail (making sure to hit the artery with precision), introverted
Waldo Butters - has a scalpel, an extensive knowledge of anatomy, terrified of everything, possibly explaining an unwillingness to get involved on the explosives.
Jason Gideon - Owns a gun, know how to use it well. Non sociable, and a master of psychology. This may explain the note, knowing that Danny would follow it and go to the graveyard despite it being reckless and stupid.

I may think of some more stuff later but this is all I have for now. I could be wrong on all of these counts, however I tend to believe not.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 7:15 am

Bear

The wound on Ben's throat: How "thin" is it? Less than an inch? More than an inch?
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 2:06 am

Jenny Parker

We also must search the bank. I need to know if those documents went missing, and how they were found if they did.
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Post » Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:41 am

Bear

The wound on Ben's throat: How "thin" is it? Less than an inch? More than an inch?

Less than an inch.
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