Bittersweet Candy Bowl

*Drinks glass of water while listening to the conversation*
Huh, most of them doesn’t seem sober enough to get to bed.

“Oh, hi Lisa.” *says Mitchell, startling the young woman, who thought he had drifted off to sleep.*

*Gives a neutral look*
…. Hi. What do you want?

Damn! I thought I had you! Every freaking time. I need to learn your tricks.

You keep pulling off the same old stuff, so what’s up?

Argh, it’s Suellen. I haven’t seen her in so long, and we’re practically strangers to each other now. We barely spoke to each other all day.

*a chirping cricket can be heard in the background while he pauses*

It’s just… I don’t know what to do.

What happened? Aren’t you a relative or something? Not that I care…

Yeah, we’re cousins. But since our parents had different strengths, she moved away while I stayed. She visited, of course, but as we got older, we were shown the ropes particular to our respective jobs. Soon, we were employed by our parents in one way or another, until we took over altogether. The older we got, the more work we had, and the fewer we visited each other. Eventually, we drifted apart.

Well, you should try talking about the fun young times or something
*Drinks the whole glass of water*

Its not like she hate you or something

I know, but we barely know each other anymore! I don’t know, I guess I’ll try that.

*once more, the sounds of nature are audible during the pause*

Well, thanks for listening to me. It… helped. A lot.

Sure thing..
*yawns*

I’m tired already, goodnight..
*Walks away without looking at each other*
*Keeping her smile to herself*
(Its because she wasn’t ignored lmao)

*Well now that I got that out of my system…*

…I guess I should get to sleep. *says Mitchell, finishing his thought out loud. He gets up and makes his way toward his tent…*

(lol character development!!11!!1!)

*walks back into her tent to get some sleep*

“If i want to wake up early i better get some sleep”

(Im not going,it just seems that everyone is gone,so i’ll auto play)

*upon reaching his tent, Mitchell unrolls his old-fashioned (for someone of his status, at least xD) sleeping bag and tries to get some sleep before the official first day of their trip.*

(Time for me to get some sleep, night!)

(Anything exciting happened yet? ^_^)

(Well, Paolo has jumped into his douchy personality, and I provided some character development with regards to the relationship b/w me and Suellen (see my conversation with Lisa about 15 posts ago.).)

(Ah. No murders? Good to hear, rather. ^_^)

*wakes up, and stares idly at the roof of the tent*

^_^

Murder 1
(Alright, time for a murder, and reading back I notice that I failed with names. I never intended to give both Mitchell and Suellen the same last name, D’OH! Also relationship can mean anything, I did not intend for it to be read as a romantic relationship, so yes fail on my part. This is why one should always double check. Well at least you guys are competent enough to figure it out, cousins works.)

Murder 1
As people start to awake and prepare for a good day of hunting, a horrible sight awaits before them. A very large tree sits nearby, and the body of Kaydee is skewered to it. The cooking poles from the night before passing through her hands and deep into the wood of the tree, as well as two more driven through her feet into the ground. A third one is driven deep into her gut, and a final fourth one through her neck in such a way that her head stays looking straight instead of drooping. As they approach the gruesome sight, a rag is clearly visible in her mouth, intended to stop her screams of death from reaching the rest of the campers. Katherine, being the first aider of the group, is the first to rush to the body and check the pulse. Unfortunately there is nothing she can do but confirm that Kaydee is indeed dead.

It won’t let me edit it! I forgot that the last time I was on this computer we were still playing the first MM game so I never changed it, the above is indeed me.

/Amarilla lies entirely still, staring up at the roof of the tent.

I suppose I’d better get up… I don’t care much for hunting, but I can’t lie about idly all day. Perhaps I should go find some edible fungi… or berries. I’m fairly certain I saw a raspberry bush yesterday.

She suddenly goes rigid. Terrified at the screams she can hear in the distance, she approaches the door flap and carefully flicks it aside… As she steps out, she hears Stasha sobbing softly.

Surely, it can’t be?

Amarilla runs off towards the commotion under the large tree, head spinning with fears./

*Gasp* Oh, oh no. *Turns away.* She-she’s dead….*Dry sob*((Yes! My vote for first to kick it wins!))

(Ding, dong, the witch is dead ^_^)

(Ohhh The Left 4 Dead witch? )

((Which witch? The bitchy witch!))

*Clearly shaken*
I- I’ve seen the results of accidents, but this… this is just cold-blooded murder.
*Tries to fake a smile*
Well dear I guess that means we lose our perfect record

*Glares at him* Not the time Zeke. Oh god, should we get her down or leave her there, or….

We’re stuck here for another six days we can’t just leave her there the whole time.
…
I don’t mean this to be taken the wrong way but I think we should take pictures, I have my camera and we can show the police or whoever when we get back to civilisation.

I agree with you on that one Honey. *Looks again and shudders* But hurry up and do it. I hate leaving her up there. (Oh and after this my posts will be scattered through out the day later gators)

(Wakes up due to commotion and stumbles out of the tent.) What’s going…..(noticing the grizzly death, she gasps and turns away.) (who could do such a thing?)

/Reaching the scene of murder, Amarilla gasps at the horrifying sight. Kaydee, the model, has been stuck to a tree by the means of four cooking poles…

Oh no… it is just as I suspected… the poor girl has been killed! Oh, poor Stasha. They were so good friends…

Amarilla looks over to the journalist, who is sobbing heavily before the murdered model. Moving over, she puts a hand on Stasha’s shoulders, giving her a reassuring smile when she turns around. But her head keeps swimming with fear and thoughts.

Who would have done such a cruel thing?/

Right
*Rushes off to his tent to get the camera*

(Goes back to get Aiken and arms both him and herself. Then continues in automode.) (Have to go to work now, I’ll be back this afternoon. Take care everyone.)

(Well I have a class now and for some reason this computer isn’t letting me edit posts, so I’m leaving you guys alone)
*takes a few pictures of the murder and surroundings*

*Sighs and shakes her head* Who would have done such a horrible thing?

*Emerges from his tent, facing away from the murder* Looks like a great day to hunt some game!

Mr. Paolo, I’m not so sure we’ll get much hunting done today.

/Amarilla looks up at the sudden sound. Her eyes find Paolo, who has just exited his tent - naturally, calling out with a loud voice. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, and turns her attention to the trembling Stasha once again./

*Leaves his tent after hearing all the commotion*
What in the world is happen-
Oh god!
What the hells happened here?

*Mitchell begins to stir*

What’s all the commotion?

(sorry, I wake up at this time, don’t judge my character by that. He has a habit of staying up a bit later, and waking up later. But this is just my character’s dialogue. I back-read.))

(Um yeah, sorry guys, my internet is playing up and I won’t be able to do this any more, sorry to disappoint.)

*He turns around and see the murder* Oh my god..
((Auto-play for now))

(I’m now at school, I’ll be on-and-off for a while. On, as of now.)

Marches around the area near Sullens tent, one hand on his hunting knife still in its sheath, the other behind his nback. stopping to eye the surrondings,

“Now listen the fuck up! this is a murder, Even an idiot lke Paolo, could figure that out!”
draws knife and stares menacingly at the hunters and hosts present

“if any of you bitches, and i mean any of you, even think of even looking at the ladyship in a threatening manner i swear by all thats holy i will cut your ass before you could even think of putting a finger on a trigger, do i make myself clear!! good!!”

You have my word. She’s my cousin, after all. By the way, where is she? I don’t think I’ve seen her today.

Now hold on just a minute, everyone just calm down. There’s no need for this just yet we don’t know what happened.

Still, even as of now, people feel safer being able to trust somebody.

“she’s safely in her tent armed thats all you need to know”

(players at work according to the players last post)

“and im not paniceing or accusing anyone, just making i clear what will happen other wise”

Throws a sharp stick into a nearby tree trunk with a loud KATHONK sound

“and thats not even using a knife”

(fuck forgot the name sorry)

Wow Mr. McCaughey you reall know how to help ease the pain here.
Could people just calm down for a second so we can work out whats happeneing here.
The helicopters gone and I’d prefer not having to share my tent near a psychopathic killer without knowing it.

/Leaving Stasha behind to cry her pains away, the Spanish girl moves towards the outskirts of the forest. She hears raised voices…

Is this the time to fight? Someone has been murdered, murdered gruesomely… we should rather be respectfully silent, and mourn Kaydee. And of course find the one who did this…

She goes back to the others, wanting to stop the quarrel…/

Everyone please calm down! *fretfulness and wanting to stop the fighting.* There is no need to act hastily or to quarrel can’t we all just calm down? Honey if your done taking pictures we can move the body now, right? Okay then let’s get started on that.