"Only if it's free data!" Penelope shouted at the intercom. Then she continued typing on her phone. She was upset because she didn't like waking up early. If she did, she was in a grumpy mood all day.
Clara stood up and cautiously walked over to the door.
"Should we go in?"
Jackson stood up, not particularly caring if his Legion tattoo was showing. "It's probably just some vandalism or something, it's nothing to worry about," he said, walking over and swinging open the door.
Hey may I join in?
(I didn't start this roleplay, but I'm pretty sure it's closed, sorry)
Oh, okay.
Penelope followed Jackson to the door, slightly curious about what was behind it.
As the door swung open, Clara let out a small gasp. Behind the door was the hotel's owner and manager Stacey Madison lying on the floor, dead. There was a note pinned to the front of her shirt.
(( @Time_And_Reletive_Dimension_In_Space there are 7/10 people so far, so you can join.))
"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!! Dead body! On the ground! Nope! Can't do it! Ewwwwwwwwwww!" Penelope started jumping and shaking her hands.
Clara walked over carefully. <I can't believe that almost everywhere I go, some sort of bad thing has to happen!> she thought.
(Oh, okay that sounds great, internet was down so I couldn't post. Sorry!)
Zayden walked over. He stood next to one of the girls and stared at the dead body. "Well, that escalated quickly," he exclaimed, looking away.
Jackson walked over to her body, an unreasonable expression on his face. He seemed to realize something, before turning around and running towards the intercom room. (Idk if that's even a thing) When he got there, it was empty. "Damn it!" He yelled.
Clara knelt down to look at the body.
"There don't seem to be any visible signs of death… maybe she was poisoned or something?"
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.))
