@rot-baby-rot!
Jackson walked back into the room, an angry expression on his face. "Whoever killed her is gone. What does the note say?"
Jackson walked back into the room, an angry expression on his face. "Whoever killed her is gone. What does the note say?"
Clara gingerly picked up the piece of paper and handed it to Jackson.
"Here you go," She said with a grimace.
Jackson read the note, not even caring about the blood covering it.
"The stars have aligned
The body has been signed
Her eyes are closed
She was such a rose
In your group, one or a few
Has come to hurt and murder you
You cannot run, the doors are locked
The windows too, don't be shocked
If you leave you will be killed,
And that will surely leave you thrilled
I won't be mean, I will not lie
It won't be soon before you die."
He read, his expression unreadable.
"So… someone here is trying to kill everyone?" Clara broke the silence that followed, eyes scanning the room and evaluating each person.
((Also, I like your poem! It's much better than anything I could have come up with.))
(Thanks! It was really last minute though)
Zaydan threw his hands up in surrender. “Don’t look at me, I’m just as confused as you guys,” he said.
"Are you, though?" Clara asked. "Any of you could be the killer!" As her voice rose, her accent wobbled a bit and she coughed to try and cover it up.
Jackson looked at her skeptically. "Including you," He said, giving her a pointed look. "We could all be the killers. It is a bit of a thrill, isn't it?"
"Look, I swore an oath to do no harm, okay?" She turned to face him, ignoring the waver in her fake American accent. "And why would you call something like this a thrill? Isn't that the sort of thing a killer would say?"
"A good person wouldn't fake an accent," He replied simply. "And besides, I'm not a killer- though I suppose you have no reason to trust me on that. Just like I have no reason to trust you."
Clara sighed and slumped down to the ground.
"I'm sorry, okay?" She said, dropping her American accent and talking with her usual French one. "I… don't easily trust people, and I'm trying to avoid somebody."
"And I'm trying to avoid being murdered. Jackson Forlen," He said, holding out a hand towards her. "Legion member."
"Clarabelle Beauchêne" ((pronounced like boo-shen)) she answered, shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
((also if you want, it would be much appreciated if you could join my "Demon House" RP. No pressure, but a couple more people are needed to start.))
(are all of the spots filled to join yet? I always love a good gore rp)
((we've got 6/10 people, so you can join. If you have a demon character, that'd be cool, as there aren't many demons so far.))
(well, I have a vampire… does that count?)
(Right now, I'm pretty sure we have 1 demon, one vampire, 1 mermaid, 1 Legion member (human), and the rest are humans)
(well, I have a vampire… does that count?)
((Yeah dude, sounds cool. Feel free to join.))
((Cool!))
(This died……………………………………………………………………)
(yup)
(I WANNA JOIN PLZ)
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