Bittersweet Candy Bowl

(Aww but it’d be funny to see her try and answer)

Amanda blinks glancing at Paul with that innocent look of hers, and then to Alexander…seeming to have missed the question during her Hot-chocolate run…

The orange tabby gives a wide yawn, putting her cup down long enough to stretch her arms..

Her being rather exhausted might have something to do with it too! She stares at Alexander seeming to be curious as to what this is about…

*staring into space*

(well since you seems to be inviting me to ask again)
Are you mute or do you simply choose not to speak?

(1000+ posts!!! was a while ago but chose not to say anything)

She tilts her head at the question… looking at Alexander before finally seeming to let out a silent laugh, hand near her mouth. She leans up, getting up on her toes to reach the mans ears, cupping her hands around his left and seeming to give a whisper not that any but the cook can hear it.

As quickly as she did that the orange tabby sat back down, leaving Alex look just a tad confused, retrieving her cup and taking another sip, eyes now half-closed as the treat relaxes her, and fatigue reminds her it’s still around.

(What did she say? Did she say anything at all? I’ll leave that up to your imagination.)

*laying in the cornor, August holds his gun back under his vest*
Well, looks like we got another survivor.
*drinks a glass of whiskey*
Aye, it’s a shame we can’t go about anymore, but we’re safer with numbers.
So, who keeps watch of the doors and windows?

(…O_o Last I checked, Amaya was taller than McCain.)

(@Alex: Hahahahahaha there’s your answer!)

Could the windows even be a threat if they lead to the ocean?
(Yeah McCain is a freaking midget practically)

(Is she? I always assumed she was the shortest of the cast. She’s suppose to be quite tiny and they’re all adults here now….while she’s still ‘quite young’ here (17-18ish? While you lot are mostly in your 20’s and 30’s?) Surely McCain has gotten a bit taller by now)

…Shut it Alex.
(technically a person could spy froom the window if hanging from a rope, but what are the chances?)

Better safe then sorry. I’ll take the doors, *He pulls his pistol and drags a chair near the doors* Some else watch the windows, just in case.

(He was a scottish terrier right? They don’t get to be as tall as cats, they’re rather short dogs

Also Finally I get someone to say Shut it)

(…They’re all supposed to be around the same age, exept:

Tess and Roger (older; in the comic, they are 2 grades older than the main cast)
Molly (younger, obviously))

(I know you’ve been waiting for that)

“I guess i’ll watch the windows..”

(im way older then everyone else..lol)

I’ll help, there are a number of them
*pulls out gun*
Better to have it ready, just in case

(i’ll auto play from here,i’ll be gone for a bit)

(@Zach: Oh yah right forgot. You only appeared in one arc very scacely. Then again, so did Roger. thus me forgetting xD)

*hears noise upstairs*
(C’mon, people! Gotta make this interesting!)

*What the hell was that?

Uh, guys? I’ll, uh, be right back.

*Heads upstairs, hand ready to draw his pistol*

(Heh. Fine then. Amaya is near McCains height or taller. While Amanda is shorter then Alex keke. ^_^ Character was specifically noted in descriptions for the RP was noted as being ‘very young’ I’m just running with that. We’re all rich aristocrats from all over the world, many self-made. Somehow I think the max age difference is more then two here.

Now stop being so fussy! I swear I feel like I’m playing with twenty McCains in the OOC’s here >=P hahahaha but I kid~)

Amanda stays put of course, watching the fellows as they make who is watching what clear with her usual innocent gaze.. slowly starting to fall asleep in her seat beside Diane…but not quite there yet as she takes another sip.

Only to be jolted awake again by the sudden noise, a concerned eye looking upwards.

Idiot, don’t go alone! I’m coming too
*Hands gun to first person he sees (Amanda) and grabs the fire extinguisher he left behind*
Protect the other guests with that while we investigate

*looks down at the gun holding it like he just handed her a rotten tomato, clearly unaware of how to handle such a thing as she just stares him with a very serious confused face. Surely he can’t be serious! The orange tabby glances left and right quickly as she tries to find someone more suited for the task….and… hasn’t exhausted themselves with worry throughout the day*

(Yeah I handed it to you because A: you’re fun to play off of and B: not many people left still around)

*August jolts frim the noise*
…Aww don’t tell me…
*sees the others leaving*
Great, now I have to watch the door.
*walks over to the chair Roger left and glances over to the worried Amanda*

(I warned ya’ll how over-anylitical I am xP And I know max age diff is greater, not to mention small age differences seem larger around teen years.)

*Hears rustling in one of the cabins*

*Whispering* …Hey. I think something might be happening in there. Maybe it’s the killer!

*Gets the fire extinguisher ready to spray whoever is in it*
*Whispering* If it is he has the guns and the ax so be ready to defend yourself

((Roger never left, he’s still at the door)) I sure hope I made the right decision to stay here, someone’s gotta protect the sleeping passengers though.

*Tries to open door slowly, but being an old boat, it creaks a little. Now trying to open the door silently, Paul enters the room to discern the cause of the noise.*

*All that is seen is a few angular dents an a few drops of blood, but nothing more. Wait! Upon closer inspection, two small slips of paper can be seen on the floor near the bed. Paul goes over and picks up a slip.*

Hey! This is my note!!

(If you guys don’t recall I had a note from an anonymous female in my pocket when we were searched. This is that same note.)

*Following behind* What do you mean your note, your note of what?

*Looks sheepishly at the ground* …A note from an ex, remember? you saw it when we were searched.

Amanda would much love to hand the gun off August, and looks cheerful at the prospect…. up until she notices he already has one and is back to sulking; shoulders sinking as she takes a breath and tries to get serious. She turns the gun left and right…eventually holding it like someone out of a movie, pointed up near her head in a dramatic poster fashion! The young lady gives a smile seeming to think she’s got it……

that is of course until the gun suddenly goes off and puts a hole through the ceiling, and all the poor girls hair standing on end! She drops it almost right away leaping away from it like a lost pet in a thunder storm desperately rubbing her ringing ear…..a heavy blush going over her face as she spots countless eyes now looking her way thanks to the racket she caused.*

*Gunshot in distance*
That was from the direction of the common room!
*Rushes back to see what’s going on*

(Takes a sip of her coco) Oh Thank you Amanda! Sorry it took so long for me to respond, I was lost in though. What was that noise you think? Oh Dear!

*Still upstairs, talking about the note* It was about- *BANG*!! Wh-what was that?!

*Paul runs downstairs, but stops halfway.*

GRAB THE OTHER NOTE!!

*He yells this, then continues his mad dash down the steps.*

*He jumps and points his gun in the direction of Amanda* WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? *He notices her fur on end and he snatches the gun from her* This is NOT a toy. I’ll hold onto it until Alexander gets back. *He glares at her furiously before retuning to his seat, a small smirk on his face appearing, briefly before returning to his scowl*

*Bursts into common room, fire extinguisher ready to spray at anyone*
Is everyone all right?!

By the time the boys arrive back in the room again Amanda is bowing apologetically to every one present again, and again. Standing up straight as she notices the boys, golden eyes glancing over as she manages a weak smile and rubs the back of her head looking, and feeling quite foolish.

… Particularly after Rogers yelling sinking down like someone just hit her across the nose. She didn’t even want the darn thing!

*Points both guns at the direction of the sudden entrance* Stop right there!

Well it isn’t her fault! She’s not use to them, what respectable young lady is?

*Arrives downstairs* Wha-… Who-… What is going on here?! (To Alex) Did you grab the note?

Whoah it’s just us, don’t shoot!

@ paul: What, I was ahead of you, I didn’t grab anything

*He lowers the guns* Get your asses in here quick. The damn quiet one shot off her gun by accident, put a bullet in the ceiling.

Wait, what note are you talking about?

Shit!!

*Paul runs back up to the cabin to retrieve the note, but finds it missing.*

*This killer is getting smarter…*

Terribly sorry, It’s my fault then, I shouldn’t have left it with her

Hey now, everyone calm down. What did you guys find when you went upstairs?

*Gets up from his chair and runs to the doorway, yelling* Mr.Stark! Where the hell are you goin, you tryin to get yourself killed!? Get your ass back here!

*After this letdown, Paul returns downtstairs*

To Diane: We heard something upstairs, and went to investigate. What I found was my ex-girlfriend’s letter, along with another slip of paper. Nearby, there were chop-marks, and a few drops of blood.

(Sits down and again and picks up the mug of Coco.) This is all so odd. (Taps mug) What is going on around here? Wait, could this mean there’s another dead body somewhere?

And why, may I ask, is your ex-girlfriends letter of such importance?

Also Captain may I have my gun back, I won’t give it to anyone who can’t use it again.