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Post by David on Dec 23, 2010 13:25:57 GMT -5
Note: This even shall not be opened till New Year's eve. The event is simple.
Tis New year's Eve, a lock-in party at the Creepy 'ole Manor, and at the stroke of midnight someone at the party will be MURDERED!!
Characters used for this RP won't have powers, but can be whoever you want! (Don't worry about being killed off, since the first one to die will be an NPC) Someone will be contacted by me and given the role of murderer, they must methodically and systematically kill off NPC's and players as carefully as possible... give off too many signals and clues and you'll be caught!!
Characters can say whatever they wish and toss around accusations and drama, though player-votes on the polls after each scene will determine if the killer is caught or another will be killed!
This is all about a game of deception. Participation earns you everyone some karma. However, if you manage to win the game, the winner wins a deluxe artifact or weapon of choice, that will be made by moi of course. You just have to tell me what you'd like on it, and its yours.
So, I wish you all the best of luck... And try to stay alive. MWAHAHHAHAHHAAHHA!
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Post by David on Jan 6, 2011 14:09:22 GMT -5
To my lovely and dearest friends! I invite you all, to spend your new year's, here at my estate! Tonight will be a night we shall never forget! I have come up with a special game we can all participate in, and the winner, shall go home with prizes he or she shall treasure for a lifetime! I expect you all to come and participate in my game, for it shall start at the stroke of midnight! And remember my friends... I expect this game, to be one that shall leave an imprint, on both your heart, and on history!
With Love, Sirius
And so it would be, that tonight of all nights, in the huge mansion that stood on top of the tallest hill, that a game would take place, one that everyone had to participate in, and one that would be considered a challenge beyond anything they could imagine. But fear not! For the prizes were great, but the stakes on the line would make them think twice. And so, Sirius waited for his guests to arrive... waiting to see who had the courage to come to his party, and who had the guts to face the game head on!
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Post by Clipse on Jan 6, 2011 16:39:50 GMT -5
Jovan stumbled as he came up the steps, bending down to tie the loose lace on his Jordan's. He didn't like last minute invitations to party's, but he didn't feel like spending most of the night watching drunk people throw up and mess around in some dude's basement. This party sounded more high class. He knocked promptly on the door, adjusting his NY fitted to a nice forward position. You did not see many brown kids about, and Jovan hoped to keep it that way. He came dressed in the best clothes someone with his crappy salary could buy, which consisted of dark jeans, his Air Jordans, and a Hugo Boss shirt underneath a zip up black hoody.
He knocked again, somewhat more loudy. Where the hell is this dude ? Sirius was a strange fellow, and Jovan couldn't remember how he had met this person in the first place, but he liked the guy as a friend. He wasn't here for the money or treasure. He could make it rich through illegal means if he wanted to. He was here for the free liquor, the girls, the possible free drugs if rich kids lived up to their stereotype. He didn't hear no music pumping or other voices so he figured he must be early. Jovan didn't wear watches, and he had left his cellular at home. Better ring the bell then, he thought, pushing the button a few times. That'll get his attention.
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Post by The Necromancer on Jan 6, 2011 22:16:38 GMT -5
(i do not intend to un-neko my character. deal widdit.) Michael took a long drink of his ~cola before he stepped out of his rustbucket mustang into the chilly evening air, his long black hair fell lightly over his eyes as he slammed the door shut and zipped up his black zipper-hoodie. Straightening out his purple jeans, (complete with black skulls on the back pockets) and making sure his purple converse were tied, he walked towards the front door of the estate, putting in one of his earphones, leaving the other hanging down. He was surprised to see someone already here, and beating on the door. Smirking, he waited and watched from a safe distance away, leaning against a weeping willow tree with his legs crossed, chuckling in amusement as the obviously impatient man in front of him moved from knocking to ringing the door bell. This is going to be an interesting evening. He thought to himself, flicking a purple-streaked strand of black hair out of his face. Finally losing his patience as well, he approached the steps and called out; Any luck, man? He asked, his tail twitching in amused annoyance.
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Post by SarzieBeara~ on Jan 17, 2011 13:29:14 GMT -5
She too, was watching from a distance. She stuffed her hands in her purple hoodie pockets, a New York Yankee hat fit snugly and tilted to the side of her head, black and purple hair twirling and tumbling down to her lower back underneath the hat. Oddly enough, she was also tanned, darker than most. She wore dark blue skinny jeans, purple checker-board Vans, and a collection of rings on both hands. She wore fishnet gloves that ended just after her wrists, one of her most favorite accessories to wear out to parties. She'd have two cartilage piercings on her right ear, as well as two on each of her lobes. Her lower lip was pierced as well, and she had one tattoo on the back of her neck. It was Japanese for Naga.
Snickering and grinning to herself, she paused her music and let her black beats slide around her neck. Creeping up behind the two men, she'd exclaim a bit too loudly for the eerie silence. "Heeey-loo, by the way."[/color] When they'd turn around, her grin would be from ear to ear, fake (yet permanent) fangs reaching to just the top of her bottom lip. Her eyes shimmered a bright golden like amber, and she seemed to give off as much energy she holstered.
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Post by honey on Jan 17, 2011 14:11:09 GMT -5
High heels clacking on stone steps echoed in the night. A woman in a white fur coat walked toward the group of people waiting in front of the mansion. A feather on top of her head tilted back as she lifted her head so she could see underneath her red hat. Her right eye looked through a veil to look at the group before her, her left eye concealed by dark blond hair. "When i heard Sirius was having a get together I expected people with a little more class." She flicked her fur scarf so that it would wrap all the way around her neck, as if to add emphasis to her insult.
"How long does he intend to keep us waiting?" She asked impatiently to no one specifically. She slanted her stance and put both of her hands on her hips, looking away from the estate as if something had just grabbed her attention. For some odd reason she was looking particularly pale, it could have been her white gloves or her fur coat, or it could have been the fact that her long legs weren't being covered by her coat and by the dress she must have been wearing underneath. This night obviously wasn't going as she planned.
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Post by Clipse on Jan 17, 2011 23:20:52 GMT -5
Jovan stifled a laugh, faking a cough and raising his hand to his mouth as a cover up. So far this party didn't seem to have potential in his opinion. One had a tail popping out of his pants, another had fangs jutting out, and the newcomer ? Well he thought of many one or two word synonyms for her. He quickly bounces down the steps, nearly rough arming the purple-clad, tail popping fellow, he reaches behind his ear to remove the tightly positioned swisher sweet he had placed there. Moving towards a nearby tree, he begins the process of splitting the swisher apart. His index finger and thumb had become used to the procedure, having many stains and shredding underneath his nails once he was finished.
Pulling out the bag of Mary Jane he always carried, he lets out a small laugh. "Yes Lord !" He exclaims, smelling the contents of the bag. Always one way to make a party fun, and hopefully none of these other...what were they ? Anyways, hopefully they weren't amateurs. Carefully distributing the dubs equally across the unwrapped swisher, he folds and licks the blunt closed. Now this is a piece of art. Placing the bag back into the hiding spot within his hoody, he inserts the newly crafted swisher into the corner of his mouth. When, and if Sirius lets them in, then he would light it up.
Leaning against the tree, in full sight of the doorway, blunt in his mouth, he watches the other guests with a bored expression. He could understand why the two guests to arrive after him would be interested in the treasure reward, but the third ? She must be one of those gold digger types, seeking out the rich individuals and attempting to wrap him around her finger. But then again, if Sirius was as rich as he claims he was, then it was only logical that he would have rich friends. But that didn't answer for him and the other two.
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Post by The Necromancer on Jan 17, 2011 23:42:59 GMT -5
Michael wrinkled his nose in disgust at the newest arrival. He could smell rich bitches from a mile away. His tail flicked in irritation when she commented on their "class". He had turned to phrase an angry reply when he caught sight of the girl in the purple hoodie. He was stunned. Not only was she cute, but she liked purple. Michael's absolute favorite color was purple. He had intended to stride over to her, and had made it halfway there when he picked up a heavenly scent. He looked over toward the man by the tree, and his keen night-eyes saw the bag- and the blunt. He grinned widely, flipped up his hood, and sat on the steps, enjoying the now-muffled scent wafting over from the man. This was going to be an interesting evening- and enjoyable, if he could convince the guy to share. He called over to the girl in the purple; "So... What's your name? I'm Michael." He flicked a purple streak of hair out of his face again, a friendly smile on his face. His abnormally sharp teeth glittered in the near-light. He popped the top on a can of cola he'd pulled from the pocket of his hoodie and took a drink, savoring the divine taste of cola as the wind picked up a bit, pushing down his hood and ruffling his hair.
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Post by SarzieBeara~ on Jan 18, 2011 6:31:07 GMT -5
Her grin turned sarcastic, and she'd shift backwards and pull her hands out. Peeling her gloves off, she fit them into her back pockets. Wiggling her fingers, she gave a little wink as the "stuck-up rich kid" made her way through. "Sorry, your highness. I wasn't aware we'd be graaaced with your presence. Might wanna take that..." She waved her fingers toward the fur scarf and growled underneath her breathe. "Thing...off." She sneered and gave her one last glare, turning around to face Michael after a hungry glance at Jovan's newly rolled joint. Her expression softened as she caught the friendly grin. Walking towards him, she stopped at the steps, occasionally glancing at the door. "Sara. Love the tail." She idly bit at her lip, rubbing her pointer and middle finger together without noticing it, wishing she had something in between her fingers to smoke.
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Post by David on Jan 18, 2011 12:07:09 GMT -5
Sirius was smiling. Enjoying the fact his guests were slowly coming out to play. Soon enough though, the true game was going to begin. A game that only required wits, but also intuition as well as being able to picture the bigger picture together. If not, surely no one would be able to beat the game. This would be most unfortunate... For he was hoping that there would be at least be someone among them, who can give him a suitable challenge.
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Post by honey on Jan 18, 2011 20:51:10 GMT -5
The woman in white ignored the others, since they were in fact making fun of her. She turn around and went down a few steps before standing and looking off into the distance. "Am I in the wrong place? Maybe it was all just a wild goose chase." She mumbled to herself, wondering what could possibly make Sirius leave them out in the cold. "I'm not willing to waste any more time, if this is the place then he better open those doors soon." The woman was obviously eager for something to happen, whether it was because of her personality or because of her motives is unclear even to her.
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Post by Clipse on Jan 18, 2011 22:51:15 GMT -5
Jovan relaxed a little, noting with pleasure the amount of hostility there was towards the apparent "classy" woman. Dumb broad. He tugs at the cap of his NY fitted, lowering it down to cover his eyes. The blunt stayed safely nestled behind his ear. When was the last time he blazed ? Two hours ? Or three hours ? At least his eyes didn't give away the amount of grass he put away daily. They want some of it too, huh ? Too bad, you never put in on this. He had caught the other two snatching quick glances at him. The shit he was carrying was some strong stuff, could probably smell it a block away.
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Post by SarzieBeara~ on Jan 20, 2011 1:44:05 GMT -5
Sara immediately took another leap at her reaction. Pressing the back of her hand to her head she cleared her throat and spoke in the most dramatic voice she could pull off, flailing her arms everywhere to add to her silly, yet amusing show. "Oh, Sirius, SIRIUS, why won't you let us in your big, fancy house? What ever shall we do, standing out here in the biting cold. Who knows, that lady over there in white might just become the lady in red if you don't let us in~!" She was only half serious about her becoming the lady in red. They weren't -that- irritated by her. Yet. Snickering and turning back to the neko, she sat by him and patted at her legs impatiently, waiting for a conversation to brew.
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Post by David on Jan 20, 2011 16:12:23 GMT -5
Being him, Sirius decided, it was time to let his guests in. The huge doors upfront began to open up widely and quickly. An eerie chill would go down everyone's spine, as Sirius himself would walk out. He was wearing a purple dress robe, his black hair smooth and slicked back, and wearing a monocle over his red eyes.
Welcome! Honored guests! Tonight, I hope you all will have a night to remember... I know I will. Please, come in... The feast is just about ready.
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Post by honey on Jan 20, 2011 16:24:58 GMT -5
Although they all noticed at the same time the woman in white was the first to the door, her fur scarf practically flying off. "Hello Sirius. Alyssa, nice to meet you." She gave their host a quick greeting followed by a quick cold glance before rushing in and looking around. She didn't go very far, she decided to wait for the others although she wished they would get on with it already. She was glad to be inside though, she hadn't really dressed to be out in the cold very long.
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Post by SarzieBeara~ on Jan 22, 2011 8:30:01 GMT -5
She stood up and brushed herself off, mumbling something about choking someone with a scarf. As she turned around to walk up the steps to Sirius, she gave him a bright smile as well as a mocking bow. "Knew I'd get your attention. Sorry for the inconvenience if I caused any. Anyways, thank you for inviting me. I'm sure it'll be an...eventful evening." Sara turned to wait for Michael, trying her hardest not to look at the other man with the most heavenly-scented weed she's ever come across. God...how long has it been? Weeks?[/color] Shaking her head, she shrugged it off, her lips twitching as the woman rushed her way inside. By assessing the reaction of both of the men, she assumed she wouldn't have too much trouble causing havoc with 'Alyssa'. "Red. That's such an...interesting color, isn't it? Looks striking on white, don't you think?"[/color] Her jaw was set, and her tone was dangerous yet oddly seductive. Like chocolate and blood being laced together~~. However, her expression immediately returned to it's bubbly state, and she leaned against the door, stubbornly and impatiently waiting for him. One who knew her well would know she had said moments, where she'd manage to creep people out with the things she said.
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Post by The Necromancer on Jan 22, 2011 19:39:41 GMT -5
Michael walked in, raising his eyebrows at Sirius. What took ya so long, Sirry? He asked, an edge in his voice. You're lucky you showed up when you did. Lady in White might not've survived much longer out there. Turning back to Sara, he smiled. This is going to be fun, eh? He asked, his eyes flicking towards Jovan. He didn't proceed further into the house, opting instead to wait for Sara. This place gives me the creeps...
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Post by Clipse on Jan 23, 2011 2:23:16 GMT -5
Jovan moved quickly towards the door after everyone had entered, positioning his hat in an upward motion as to take in the sight. The blunt stayed nestled firmly. He moved up the stairs, ignoring both Sara and Michael, and nodding a greeting to Sirius. "About time bro. Been freezing my ass out here too long." He patted the good man twice on the shoulder before realizing how bloodshot the man's eyes were. Or so Jovan thought. "Damn bro what you been hitting ? Must be some good shit." Moving past Sirius, and the other annoying lady in her ridiculous looking dress, he surveyed the rest of the house. "Damn bro, you made it big. Where the party at ? Or are we early ?"
He had walked to the center of the greeting hall by then, turning around to face Sirius as he asked his last question. Where were the other guests ? Jovan thought this party was going to be bumpin', with dozens of peeps and girls galore. Instead there was only four of them, not including their host. Not much for a night of fun and intoxication. At least he had his blunts.
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Post by SarzieBeara~ on Jan 23, 2011 7:13:53 GMT -5
Sara made a face and wrinkled her nose. How many times has he said 'bro'? She moved her way into the room, grasping Michael's arm and pulling him inside, quickly letting him go and stuffing her hands in her hoodie pockets. Removing her hat, she ran her fingers through her hair, tousling it so it didn't look like she had hat hair. "Wow. I didn't expect any less, but still. Wow."[/b]
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Post by David on Feb 7, 2011 19:31:22 GMT -5
Well this is disappointing. No one else wanted to participate... only about what 5 people? That's like 1/20th of this forum. All who participated will get 40 Karma; from hannah, and a special item of their choice by me.
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