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So, who was the murderer?
I'm alright, just a bit impatient and overexcited. See now, I’m going to Anime Midwest in 5 days, so I've been trying to kill time until then.
This is moving so slow... uggghhh.
So now we're all suspecting each other? Well then, how about we just leave it to the clues we find in character to settle this. Deal?
If I had to suspect a killer, it would most certainly be one of you two.
“Uh… thank you sir,” I said as I broke into a sweat eyeing the cigar. I placed my left index finger and thumb under my chin and began to reflect on the matter. “I think doing both at the same time would suffice,” I said to George. “We can st-…” My eyes immediately glimpsed the goddesses Kitty and Cara.
Kitty soon passed out so Cara was the obvious choice. I slicked my wet dreads back so that all but one was out of my face. I took off my backpack and left it by my duffle-bag. “I’ll catch up to you guys later.” Uttering that, I began to walk towards Cara. I attempted to look as cool as possible and walked in a leisurely way as I approached her. She was by the door, so I leaned up against the wall next to it. I smiled a bit and greeted her, “Wassup?”
Kitty soon passed out so Cara was the obvious choice. I slicked my wet dreads back so that all but one was out of my face. I took off my backpack and left it by my duffle-bag. “I’ll catch up to you guys later.” Uttering that, I began to walk towards Cara. I attempted to look as cool as possible and walked in a leisurely way as I approached her. She was by the door, so I leaned up against the wall next to it. I smiled a bit and greeted her, “Wassup?”
Our characters need to interact with each other more.
“Umm… sir… Are you positive you want to walk that distance on foot?” My butler asked with a mixture of fear and confusion in his voice. I turned to him with a face clear of distress, and stated, “Yeah, it’s nothing.” I strapped a one-strap backpack around my torso and picked up a duffle-bag full of my belongings. I fully zipped up my black polyester hoodie, brushed off my gray jeans, looked down at my black Michael Jordan Space Jams, and headed out the hotel room.
“Sir, you should take an umbrella with you,” my butler advised from the room. “What have I told you about trusting the news?” I said as I descended the stairs. “Trust me… it isn’t going to rain.” I continued.
I had made sure to leave 3 hours before I would have if I had taken a car. My butler had made an educated guestimate on how long it would take to arrive by car, which was a little under an hour, so I used this to find out the time I would get there by walking. If I kept a constant speed of 6.5 kilometers an hour; which is a brisk walk, I would travel the 26 miles in approximately 4 hours.
While walking, I noticed cars strolling by that were most-likely guests. They must have come from all over. I was a bit embarrassed, for I knew they would recognize me as an oddball. As I continued down the road lined by forests, I began to hear thunder. Not only was I feeling idiotic for not bringing an umbrella, I was completely terrified by the woods. The trees moved in the roaring wind as a sky as gray as smoke bellowed in agony. I became extremely apprehensive en route to the manor. If anything grabbed me, I would be sure to make it remember me!
Seeing the manor in the distance raised my courage significantly. “If any monster wants to come out now, I’m beatin’ its ass!” I shrieked proudly. I began to skip to Tarnolin Manor, both soaked and covered in mud. Once I arrived at the front door, I knocked until it opened. Once I was inside, I began to vigorously stomp my feet getting mud everywhere.
“Hey! Can one of you servants show me my room please?” I uttered nonchalantly.
Within a split-second after my statement, I saw my good friend George and immediately embraced him.
“Sir, you should take an umbrella with you,” my butler advised from the room. “What have I told you about trusting the news?” I said as I descended the stairs. “Trust me… it isn’t going to rain.” I continued.
I had made sure to leave 3 hours before I would have if I had taken a car. My butler had made an educated guestimate on how long it would take to arrive by car, which was a little under an hour, so I used this to find out the time I would get there by walking. If I kept a constant speed of 6.5 kilometers an hour; which is a brisk walk, I would travel the 26 miles in approximately 4 hours.
While walking, I noticed cars strolling by that were most-likely guests. They must have come from all over. I was a bit embarrassed, for I knew they would recognize me as an oddball. As I continued down the road lined by forests, I began to hear thunder. Not only was I feeling idiotic for not bringing an umbrella, I was completely terrified by the woods. The trees moved in the roaring wind as a sky as gray as smoke bellowed in agony. I became extremely apprehensive en route to the manor. If anything grabbed me, I would be sure to make it remember me!
Seeing the manor in the distance raised my courage significantly. “If any monster wants to come out now, I’m beatin’ its ass!” I shrieked proudly. I began to skip to Tarnolin Manor, both soaked and covered in mud. Once I arrived at the front door, I knocked until it opened. Once I was inside, I began to vigorously stomp my feet getting mud everywhere.
“Hey! Can one of you servants show me my room please?” I uttered nonchalantly.
Within a split-second after my statement, I saw my good friend George and immediately embraced him.
Name: Silas J. Russell
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Silas is an African-American with dreadlocks. He looks as if he's a troublemaker but he really isn't. He tends to avoid flashy wears and dresses casually every day.
Personality: The young man has a short-temper at times and loves getting even. Once he first meets someone, he evaluates them to see if he likes them; first impressions mean everything with him.
Reason for being invited: The boy has had suspicious success in the stock market. He's made millions and never had a money loss in his career.
Bio: Silas was raised in Chicago. He saw many drugs and murders during his time. His father had diabetes and he wanted to leave the hood for good. So the boy studied until he dropped to become the celebrity that he is. His father is now getting treatment, so Silas is extremely bored and needs something to do.
Other: If Silas isn't able to figure something out with mere intellect, he will rely on his instincts, using his fists to solve his problems.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Silas is an African-American with dreadlocks. He looks as if he's a troublemaker but he really isn't. He tends to avoid flashy wears and dresses casually every day.Personality: The young man has a short-temper at times and loves getting even. Once he first meets someone, he evaluates them to see if he likes them; first impressions mean everything with him.
Reason for being invited: The boy has had suspicious success in the stock market. He's made millions and never had a money loss in his career.
Bio: Silas was raised in Chicago. He saw many drugs and murders during his time. His father had diabetes and he wanted to leave the hood for good. So the boy studied until he dropped to become the celebrity that he is. His father is now getting treatment, so Silas is extremely bored and needs something to do.
Other: If Silas isn't able to figure something out with mere intellect, he will rely on his instincts, using his fists to solve his problems.
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