Werewolf: The Mists of Death - Day 5

Post » Sun May 13, 2012 11:32 am

November 6th, 1850 - Continued

The wrongful killing of the alchemist, Gor'badd, seems to have taken the wind out of all of our sails, so to speak. A few people spoke up about trying some new case or other, but most folks preferred to remain silent. Whether they disagreed with them as was talking or have just given up hope, I cannot say. A general feeling of doom hangs over us, and I fear that if not for some miracle happening, then the end will come soon for us. I've resolved that if the worst should come to pass, I shall hide this diary as an account of what has happened here. May no one have cause to read it!

We were not so despondant, however, that we did nothing. We all gathered outside the General Store. Glenn Matthews (Mighty Racoon) was all ready to break in the front door, when he noticed that someone had already done so. Just a slight push was necessary to cause it to swing open, then we all trooped inside. Someone had come and pawed through many things as they were all obviously out of place. At first, I was startled to note that bin of rope was empty, but then I recalled that we had taken all the rope to make the guidelines. Found a bottle of whisky I'm sure came from the saloon. Wonder what it was doing here.

I can't take much more of this sitting here staring off into the whiteness. I'm going to bed and praying to God to see some sun tomorrow.

November 7th, 1850

Strange doings last night. Although it is always hard to be sure what she is getting at, Consuela (Mr.E) claims that last night she was saved by some sort of angelic being. She says, among random spoutings of such words as 'enchilada' and 'sombrero', that as she watched through her third eye, three wolves came up to her house and were preparing to break down her door when a glowing golden man with a gun walked out of the mists and positioned himself between them and her house. The three tried several times to dart around him, but he always foiled them, and they eventually ran away. It all sounds like a delusion to me, but then, I hardly know what to think these days.

In sadder news, Sarah Dawson (TeeHee:3) was found in her bed with her head stoved in. Her husband (Suffca) claims she was like this when he woke up next to her, and can give no accounting of how she got that way. What have we done that we deserve such mysterious and tragic happenings as this?

The padre has just come down and told me that these beasts will likely add to their number again tonight. Heaven help us.
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ClintostheGreat

Name: Jebediah Springfield
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 5 foot 11 inches, outfit made out of bear pelts, brown mullet and mustache.
Occupation: Huntsman (Former Mayor of a small town)
Possessions: lemon seeds, a prosthetic tongue made of silver, a Bible, a flute, a hunting knife, rifle bullets
Personality: very convincing, compulsive liar, heroic, a quick thinker, short tempered
History: Jebediah led a band of wagons from Maryland and headed westward on a quest to find "New Sodom" after misinterpreting a passage of the Bible. They later settled in New Mexico. After years of leading his small town, he was replaced as mayor and sent packing. He somehow made his way to Crayton and has lived there for nearly ten years.

Drop_Dead

Name: Sir Henry Chandler The III
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Physical Description: As fit as a fiddle; He stands tall at 6'4, weighing about 170 pounds. He wears a bowler cap styled hat, a monocle, and a elegant suit.
Occupation: Gentlemen and Entrepreneur
Possessions: A deck of cards, a Colt .45, some ammunition, and his trusty heirloom Chandler cane.
Personality: Witty, clever, and charming. He is an excellent card shark and rarely leaves the table, unless it is to become more well acquainted with one of his many lady friends. He tends to joke around when under extreme amounts of stress, and most people respect him for his ability to both win thousands of dollars in one game of cards, then joke about losing it all in one night and begin fresh once more.

History: Henry was born into nobility. His family name was known quite well throughout America, as mostly every heir to the Chandler throne was a politician of some sort. Thus, they had strong amounts of pull in the American government. Growing up, his parents tried to give Henry was their's could, or would, not. They gave him choice; He was free to do as he pleased, and thus, ended up the worst thing the family could every dream one of their own becoming; A slacker. Or, at least their terms. While Henry grew up, he sharpened his skills by challenging nearby noble boys to a game of gold fish; The winner earning the others toys. Fast forward about twenty five years later, and hes still doing the same thing. Only now, hes playing poker, and instead of toys, he earns himself a fair bit of coin and wench's as far as the eye can see.

Exorince

Name: Bernard Black
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: 179cm with greasy black hair and a rather unpleasant permanent expression on his face. He's wearing dark trousers and a dirty old coat.
Occupation: Bookshop owner
Possessions: some money,a bag of tobacco, an old smoking pipe, the little book of calm and a few delicious coasters.
Personality: Grumpy and pessimistic, Bernard is rather misanthropic man who would like nothing more than to be left alone with his books. His neurotic behaviour and foul mood makes him come off as anti-social but in fact he really likes a lot of people. Like people who sell tobacco and alcohol.
History: Bernard grew up in England where he ran a very successful bookshop until he decided one day to take a vacation and he eventually ended up in America. Unsure how or why he was there he decided that it was too much work to go back to England so he wandered around until he accidentally stumbled into an abandoned building in Crayon. A few years have passed since then and Bernard is still not quite sure how he got there but he's very pleased that the local population has very little interest in books.

Gamgee

Name: Clyde Obannion
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Physical Description: 6 feet precisely. Ratty and starved looking Native American, though this belies his agility and precise blows.
Occupation: Refugee/Outlaw/Sharpshooter
Possessions: 1816 Musket, Colt Walker (US Army Revolver), broken minature dream catcher (slightly larger than a coin), and a self converted native american knife that can be used as a bayonett.
Personality: A loner by nature, he doesn't like to talk to people. He has a big problem with US law officials, doesn't trust them. Having to survive on his own and evade capture means he's a good thinker no matter what pressure.
History: In 1830 he was forced out of his home to be relocated to another reserve. Due to the political machinations of the US government to put pressure on their chief many of his people died because they weren't traded any food, medicine, or supplies they needed. The last of his family and particular village he decided to teach the US Inspectors a lesson when they arrived the next spring to see if they were going to sign the treaty. He set an ambush for the worker and his small retinue, claiming one of the muskets as his own. One of the soldiers survived to tell the tale, and from then on he's been a drifer avoiding the law. His travels took him south at the rumors of a war, he was hoping no one would notice him there. Or know who he is due to the distance, maybe work as a soldier for hire. A texas ranger recognized him from a really old out of date wanted poster, he killed the man and took his revolver. Disposing of the body and the poster, so far it's been years and no one is any the wiser. He did make some cash during the war as a mercenary, and now he was almost ready to leave and wander somewhere else. Residents around the town know him as the silent person who likes to keep trouble makers out of town, though it's only a matter of time until he's gone one day. He swears by his old musket, and given his impressive track record during the war his superiors couldn't care he used such an antiquated rifle design. Though some had suspicions of its illiegal aquisition.

I Do Not Know

Name: Jim Jackson
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Physical Description:5'9" Average weight and build. Dirty white T-shirt, gun belt loaded with ammo, pants, boots
Occupation: Ranch hand
Possessions: Revolver, ammo, worn leather gloves, rope, large knife
Personality: Strong personality. Always gets in arguments when someone else doesn’t agree with him, even when proven wrong. Prefers to take orders, but if something gets out of control, he’ll step in. Cool headed when under pressure.

History: Jim was born in a small border town in America. He was told that his father fled from the US before Jim was born, but was never told why his father fled. His mother died when he was 15 and left him quite a bit of money, so Jim decided to move to Mexico to look for his father. A few times Jim came very close to finding him, but was always a little late, just a few days in one case. After a few years of searching, he ran out of money and took up a job at a ranch near Crayton. One day after making enough money, Jim plans to start the search again.

Indicator

Name: Llewelyn Moreau
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Around 5’9” and quite skinny Llewelyn doesn’t stand out very much. His hair is beginning to grey and his clothing seems a bit dated but otherwise there is nothing terribly remarkable about him.
Occupation: Farmer
Possessions: His father’s bible and cross, a shovel he never seems to part with, some seeds in his pocket and a small amount of money.
Personality: Isolationist, Llewelyn does not work well with others. He has a short fuse and little patience for doing things any way other than his own. When interacting with others he does his best to keep communication to a minimum and quickly becomes chippy if forced to engage socially with others for extended periods of time.
History: The son of one of the Jesuit missionaries, Llewelyn never adapted well to his father’s life. He instead became a farmer and has spent most of his life in privacy. He doesn’t bother his fellow villagers and for the most part they afford him the same respect. It is whispered by some that he is a bit strange, as he has no family and any man so isolationist is bound to gather a few rumors in a village so small. He is also a bogey man figure to the few children of the village. If he is aware of the way the village sees him he is either good at pretending to be oblivious or doesn’t particularly care about it.

Mighty Racoon

Name: Glenn Matthews
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Tall (6'6), grey trousers, white shirt with a black waistcoat...also, black shoes
Occupation: Travelling Businessman
Possessions: A wad of blank, plain paper; A pen; A pocketknife; A book of ledgers; Spare Ink; A wad of cash

Personality: Quick to act, and very spontaneous...always on the lookout for the next deal or sale. Will 'bend the law' to suit him, as far as Business is concerned...he'll happily trade in stolen items, and carry out underhanded deals with worse than shady characters. Not an aggressive man, but can certainly hold his own in a fight. Isn't afraid of anyone, mainly because he knows that a deal can usually be made...even if that deal happens to be a pocketknife to the throat.

History: Glenn was a simple tradesman around a year ago, until his life and job went south. Finding himself unemployed and with no money, he started to get involved in circles that weren't exactly the greatest influences. Being a natural salesman, he found he could sell pretty much anything to anyone...his only problem was getting hold of the goods! He's not sure where the products came from, only that his 'suppliers' asked for 60% of the cash he made from a sale. He decided it was best not to ask. 6 months down the line, he found himself in trouble with the Police...he somehow came away without conviction, but decided it was high time he changed his way of life...becoming a legit businessman! He's travelled around for the last 6 months buying and selling products, and achieving a healthy product margin too! After hearing about the small town of Crayton, at which several settlers were moving through, he made his way across, smelling the business opportunity from literally miles away. After all, he has no family or relations left, so there's nothing to tie him down.

Mr.E

Name: Consuela Salvadore
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Physical Description: 5 feet tall with a seemingly permanently crooked back, she wears a loose-fitting floor length pink dress and a fuzzy pair of sandals. Her hair is a glistening silver and despite looking wretched and infirm, her brown eyes seem to glow.

Occupation: Retired, formerly a medicine woman and cook.
Possessions: Around her neck is a leather necklace with an odd combination of wooden cross and several assorted teeth. A pewter container of salve that she claims soothes her joints. Her short wooden cane, a large handful of dried tobacco leaves that she enjoys chewing on, a jar of pimentos, and a carved bone flute that she hasn't played in years.

Personality: Curmugeonly sums Consuela up well - with early-onset dementia, she's both forgetful and somewhat aggressive. Her age and culture give her an inherent distrust of others and a boastful sense of tradition, though she often forgets just what that tradition actually is, so will often substitute a complete fabrication.
History: Consuela was born in Crayton (she called it Los Alvarez, though she seems to be the only one) before the war and influx of white folk. Her father was a farmer and was intensely racist toward the white men, while her mother was a gentle woman and accomplished healer. Growing up, Consuela eventually took her talents from her mother and her personality from her father. It was her mother's death, 8 years ago, that seemingly cued her dementia.

Suffca

Name: Frank Dawson
Age: 36
Physical Description: 6', broad shoulders, strong build with dark brown hair and a beard. Wears a blue plaid, flannel shirt with blue jeans and brown boots. Frank also fashions a black eye from when Sarah hit him with her rolling pin.
Occupation: Vineyard owner
Possessions: Wedding ring, a few dollars, a few chess pieces.
Personality: Frank is a very conservative man and quiet. He's always been a strategist and sharp thinker.
History: As a child, Frank loved the game of chess. He would play everyday with his older brother Mac. As Frank grew older he heard word of gold and riches in the west. Who knows what he saw in Sarah but she was the one for him. When they had enough money from their inheritance, they set off for California and restored an old, broken down vineyard.

Teferi

Name: Mike Franks
Age: 42
Gender: Male
General Physical Description: 6'1", Lithe, fast and tough. wears a long overcoat over a shirt with multiple ammo slots, pants, boots, and a broad-brimmed hat. Has one long braid that reaches down close to the ground.
Occupation: Mercanary, Bounty hunter, etc.
Possessions: carries 6 revolvers hidden about (2 at his hip, 4 in the coat), Rapier at his hip (a bit behind his revolver), rifle strung across his back, 2 boot knives (1 in each boot), and a few days worth of supplies
Personality: Mike is a man of few words, but will not hesitate to fight if the situation demands it. A meticulous planner, he has gotten out of multiple situations alive. He never betrays those he cares for or his own values. He is also highly resourceful.
History: No one knows where Mike came from, but what is known is that he is a master fencer (sword fighting that is), and as such dangerous with the rapier he carries. He is known to almost be supernaturally quick with any of his 6 pistols as well. He performed numerous acts of sabotage against the Mexicans during the war (mostly poisoning food supplies, and setting fire to ammunition posts. He has just arrived in Crayton looking for work

TheNakedNordWithAStetson

Name: Charles Lambert
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Physical Description: Wears a brown suit striped black shoes and a bowler hat scrawny tall wears circular glasses.
Occupation: Con Artist
Possessions: 5+ items, please: A revolver, a cross, a bible, and a note from his mother
Personality: 4+ traits required:Charles is a very cunning person while also having intelligence he is a pathological liar he does hidden deep beneath the webs of lies and deceit he has a kind and loving heart.
History:Born to a poor family he wasent sent to school the only way he learned was trough any books he had came across which coincidentally happened to be a large amount. At age 12 Charles's mother died of a unknown disease since them he has had to fend for himself he started by exploiting his mothers death in towns taking shelters into peoples homes who welcomed him with open arms in the middle of the night he took all the valuables he could hold in his pockets and ran. He was caught and served a year in jail. Recently he was going to continue the conning spree in crayton but on his way he found a church he instead for the first time since he was with his mother went to a church inside he found it was abandoned on the floor he found a cross and a bible he took them prayed then continued to crayton.....

Undead Fiend

Name:Alexander Ellington
Age: 25
Gender:Male
Physical Description: 6'1, 160 pounds, brown vest over brown shirt, with a holster on his shoulder. In that holster is a revolver. Of what kind has never been known. Slim, Fast, Agile.
Occupation:Courier
Possessions:Revolver, message bag, holster, bandolier
Personality:Friendly, Giving, Caring. (Those don't seem the same.) Is terrible under pressure and has never been a leader
History:Alexander never had a good life. His parent's died when he was 12 from clohera. His sister died when he was 15 from smallpox. (I can't remember if that was a big thing in 1840's or not. Sorry!) He has lived a life of hardships and became a courier because of it. He wanted to get away from people. He did for 3 years, and when he came back he was the friend you wanted to have. He was trouble free, until one day he was shot when he was delivering mail.

Twice in the head, how he managed to survive no-one will ever know but he did, and since then he's shot and killed the man who killed him and took his revolver. Alexander uses it every day, he's very good with his guns. He's very good at sneaking around people and talking to them too. Leaving him a triple threat for talking his way out, sneaking his way out, or shooting his way out of a situation.

wolf bite

Name: Sam Rusk
Age: 25
Gender: male
Physical Description: 5'11, muscular build, wears your standard farming attire with his bowie knife hidden
Occupation: Ex-soldier, attempting to be a farmer
Possessions: Bible, revolver, cowboy hat, rope, seeds, bowie knife
Personality: TEXAN. Blunt, religious, will laugh at the most inappropriate things, loves Texas, and ain't afraid of violence.
History: He began life in the Republic of Texas. The country later became a state (he was furious), but he later enlisted in the army because his dislike of Mexican authority. During the war he was aggressive and relentless. He committed several war crimes, but due to his usefulness he went unpunished. After the war the government gave him land in an attempt to get rid of him.

Xrayman

Name: Martin Westbrooke
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Physical Description: About 5'10", and somewhat chubby. Wears a fine, gray double-briasted suit with a white shirt and purple ascot. Has a pair of black leather shoes and wears a brown leather hat.
Occupation: Traveling salesman
Possessions: A gold pocket-watch on a gold chain, a small hip-flask filled with high-quality bourbon, a silk handkerchief, a wooden cane, and a pamphlet advertising his product.
Personality: Boisterous and somewhat lewd (what one would expect from a salesman), however mostly kind-hearted. He handles pressure and crowds well; as a salesman, he has become accustomed to dealing with large, frantic gatherings of people
History: As a child, Martin was fairly secluded. Due to the dangerous nature of the area in which he lived, his well-meaning (although overprotective) parents kept him under a watchful eye. However, for much of his childhood he wanted to be a gunslinger from the many stories that he had heard. As he grew up, he realized that not only was this very dangerous, though due to his stature he really couldn't have done it anyway. He soon became enraptured by the methods used by traveling salesman to sell their otherwise ineffective product, and after toiling for many weeks, he brewed what he deemed a fairly tasty beverage that he decided he could sell as a cure-all. He purchased horses and a covered wagon, and spent many years traveling. Prior to the events of this game, he was traveling through the desert when a rattlesnake startled his horses and threw him from his wagon. With nothing more than what he had on him (aside from a small canteen of water, which he soon finished), he wandered for many days until he stumbled across a small town called Crayton.

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Locations:

Flophouse:

Drop-Dead, I Do Not Know, Mighty Racoon, Riverstyx, Teferi, TNNWAS, wolf bite, Undead Fiend, Xrayman

House 1:

Gamgee

House 2:

ClintostheGreat

House 3:

Mr.E

House 4:

Farm:

Indicator

Bookstore:

Exorince

Vineyard:

Suffca

Mission
Farm 2
General Store
Saloon

Dead:

Wyatt Waste Ranger - Innocent
Riverstyx - Innocent
GorbadPS3 - Gravedigger
TeeHee:3 - Hangman
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OOC: Have to go for a few hours. I'll try and get back to answer questions as soon as I can.
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 9:22 am

Sam Rusk

Really? Nobody bothered to vote yesterday? Seriously, it has to be either Clyde or Jedediah. One of them must be a wolf. We have a fifty percent chance of gettin' a wolf on pure luck alone! Why are y'all waitin' to vote. Vote or the wolves will and it's not like they are goin' to vote for themselves, so vote!
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Post » Sat May 12, 2012 9:26 pm

Frank Dawson

Not Sarah....not my wife! I'll kill every one of those damn wolves.

Consuela must have been onto something yesterday. Jeb must die tonight.

OOC: Sorry guys, was out all day or else I would have been more active in the votes.
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Post » Sat May 12, 2012 9:51 pm

Sam Rusk

Looks like one of the wolves must be a fan of drinkin'.

Also, to whoever has been standin' outside my room for the last two nights, great job. To whoever stood outside the senorita's room last night be sure to do the same tonight.
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Post » Sat May 12, 2012 11:05 pm

Sir Henry Chandler The III

Well, I guess your mexicano gods were watching over you tonight, Mi amigo. I say the wolves grow to large in number not to kill someone tonight, and while I intended on saying something yesterday, Jedediah seems like our most likely candidate.

I apologize if you turn up innocent friend, and If we all wind up dead I'll have a card game waiting for you in heaven, with no buy in.
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 1:07 pm

Llewelyn Moreau
Still don't terribly trust Henry but for the moment I'll add my vote to the group gunning for Jedediah. I'd also like to present our friend Bernard as the possible note writer. As a bookstore owner I 'magine he is quite the educated man. And as was said against me last night he isn't the easiest man to get to know. And further he really likes his alcohol like one of them beasties clearly does. He makes good sense to me.
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Post » Sat May 12, 2012 11:16 pm

Jim Jackson
*Sigh* I had hope that we would find something solid today, so much for that. While I don't see the case agaist Jedediah, we can't afford to do nothing, so I guess I'll help on that matter.

So from the farm, to the store, and now the saloon. If someone has a better ideal, please share.

OOC: Edit: format
Edit #2: more formating
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Post » Sat May 12, 2012 10:14 pm

Jebediah

?Guys, are we really going to execute me based on blind luck? Let me just say that I am a bit too sneaky to be a wolf. Last night I went to go check up on Glenn, and he wasn't in the flophouse.
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 7:38 am

Jebediah

?Guys, are we really going to execute me based on blind luck? Let me just say that I am a bit too sneaky to be a wolf. Last night I went to go check up on Glenn, and he wasn't in the flophouse.
Jim Jackson
You know what? I have been a bit suspect of him, and that just puts me over the edge. I'll switch my vote to Glenn Matthews.

Jeb, if you're lying, I'll kill you myself.
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Jebediah

?Guys, are we really going to execute me based on blind luck? Let me just say that I am a bit too sneaky to be a wolf. Last night I went to go check up on Glenn, and he wasn't in the flophouse.
Llewelyn Moreau
I'm all for everyone getting their fair shake but do you have any evidence at all to support your claim? Because otherwise this innit helpin' you sir.
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Llewelyn Moreau
I'm all for everyone getting their fair shake but do you have any evidence at all to support your claim? Because otherwise this innit helpin' you sir.

Jebediah

Well, I can't exactly prove that I am who I say I am, now can I? But Glenn is the only one of us who has a pen and paper. So that makes him pretty darn likely to be the one who wrote the note the other night.
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 4:05 am

Sam Rusk

Well... that changes things a bit if you really are the sneak. The "Hey, what are you doing here" comment would make sense.

Tell us, who have you been watchin' the last few nights?
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 8:14 am

Jim Jackson
I'll bring up my very thin case from yesterday.
Jim Jackson
Let's say that a second wolf was the one that said “Hey, what are you doing in here?” yesterday. That would make me think that the wolf that did the killin' didn’t inform his wolf budies. If that’s the case, then it looks like Glenn Matthews would be a good suspect.

Of course, it could’ve been someone sneaking out at night, or it could be that I’m going mad from lack of sleep.
For now, I’m just going to vote to do a search, unless someone thinks I’m on to something.
If you look at that, and look at what we know about Glenn, it's the best case I can think of.

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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 6:22 am

Sam Rusk

Well... that changes things a bit if you really are the sneak. The "Hey, what are you doing here" comment would make sense.

Tell us, who have you been watchin' the last few nights?

Jebediah

Well, on the first day I searched Jim.
Then Sarah Dawson.
Next Consuela.
And then last night Glenn.
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Sam Rusk

That makes things confusin'.

What do you mean when you say her head was "stoved in?"
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OOC: Clintosthegreat, this seems a bit early to be role-revealing.

Alexander Ellington

I'll vote for Glenn to die tonight. I've been a bit tired lately, with this wolf problem. I haven't been feeling up to talking much.
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 11:16 am

Llewelyn Moreau
I am not sure I like it much but I suppose I'll switch my vote to Glenn in light of him being the only one here with pen and paper. But know if you are lying to us Jedediah I will be the first man here to cast a vote for you tomorrow.
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Sam Rusk

That makes things confusin'.

What do you mean when you say her head was "stoved in?"

Aces

Her poor skull was crushed in. Someone must have hit her hard with a mighty solid object.

OOC: Vote Tallies

ClintostheGreat:

wolf bite
Suffca
Drop_Dead
Mr.E
Gamgee
 
Mighty Racoon:

ClintostheGreat
I Do Not Know
Undead Fiend
Indicator

Suffca:

TNNWAS

 
Saloon:
I Do Not Know

Flophouse:

Mr.E
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 12:42 pm

Clyde Obannion
"The wolves hide behind their trickster god, both he and his twisted followers mock us. How are we going to unravel their trickery? I think our only hope is a double execution, aiming for our two mos tlikely suspects. It's all we have left, if we can't do this I see little hope for this town."
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OOC: North, those votes you have tallied up for gamgee should be for Mighty Racoon.
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OOC: So, if we get one more vote towards Clintos we will have a double?
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Charles
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I say we interogate the husband but i know its him so i vote for The husband
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Post » Sun May 13, 2012 8:44 am

Consuela Salvatore

My amigos... You are all being played for fools.

We all agree that only one furry (in the first 3 days) came from the flophouse, no? Well, the furry from the flophouse MUST carry a gun. That is because the ONLY other person with a gun, Senor Obannion, is someone I know to be innocent.

Not only does Senor Furry Springfield there mark the only plausible one left with a blade, then, but he also is trying to pin our votes on the ONLY flophouse resident WITHOUT a gun. Do not fall for his smooth-talking trap, amigos. Taquito.

I vote to execute Senor Springfield... Oh, and search the Flophouse once more - hopefully this time the search will be quieter.
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