Let’s Play Murder!
People have been showing up dead. No one is really sure who’s to blame but bodies have been appearing. It seems we have a MURDERER on our hands!!!
Choose a name, background and whether you will be a cop (a detective) or just a innocent bystander (a civilian).
NOTE: Anyone can (and probably will) be killed, both Dicks and Civilians.
No one except for the murderer knows who they are. (Murderer is already chosen. Sorry kiddys)
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updated 9 years, 10 months ago
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Mark Brightly was walking to the college where he teach then he passed the crime scene. He see the cops talk over about the maniac. He walks quickly away with fear in his eyes. A other killer in this town. Mark lost his wife a long time ago and to this day the killer is still unknown. He was hoping when he moved to this area he can run away from that thought. Is it the same person, that though went through his head until he reached the college.
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Ritsuko stopped in her tracks, staring at the large scene a few feet ahead, a horrid scent from that area. Her eyes slowly filled with vivid memories as she recognized the scent. Shaking her head, she pressed on, she still needed to find some food, but the group and the muttering around it only made her more curious. Ritsuko found herself standing as close as she could to the scene, waiting for a view to open up, ignoring the groans of her sickened stomach. “Just a little to the left..” she thought silently, standing up on her toes to see. “Aaaand… there–“She stopped standing on her toes, staring at the corpse in horror, her gut having the urge to expel whatever was still in there. She had seen death, and blood and things she should never have seen, but this was just too much. She turned away from the scene and quickly sped away, eyes shut so she could hopefully forget the cruel image she just saw.
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Spencer read the phamplet she was given with a small peak of interest but then sighed. I shouldn’t be getting that kind of thought in my head anyways..but kids were smart now a days , to much for their own good I thought bitterly , when child hoods were spent having play dates , napping and eating cookies and hanging with gram and gramps. . . Not spreading the news of a purge. Spencer threw the phamplet away and headed towards her job at a boutique in the area of upbeat downtown. Usually she’d take the bus to her job but she had decided to talk today , she wasn’t in a rush to get some and since she had finished school few hours early and didn’t have to stay for her extra hours , she thought that she might stay at the boutique until closing time around 8:30 P.M , or until Tristan called , asking for her to come home. ” Should get a little meal on the way.” She murmured to herself as her tummy growled as if to agree with her.
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Mathew, like all teenagers, hates going to school. Its too stuffy and boring, however he goes just to please his parents. Some days however, he skips and lies saying he missed the bus. On these days, he walks all over the city,mostly to people watch. This day was no exception.
Mathew walked the opposite direction from the bus stop as soon as he saw his mom’s car speed around the corner. He didnt feel like book work and dealing with teachers today. Nope, hed had decided to take the day off.
He walked a few blocks before headimg into the busy body area of the town. People passed by him not thinking of anything but to get somewhere fast. He didnt feel the need to rush though. He liked to enjoy his time taking in the world around him, which is something they dont teacher in school.
Where there are people there is trash and he just so happened to pick up a phamplet that someone else has thrown to the wind. He read it over and over again. He often did this with everything he reads. Religion and such of the like was a subject he liked to talk about but not because he was super religious but because he finds it interesting. What will happen when you die? Who will be there when you die? These are the questions he wants to be answered. This phamplet, however, seemed too apocalyptic to be a church service. He sighed and leaned against a near by wall.
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Solice came out of the break room looking cleaned up and ready to go. Her boss smirked and handed her the tray and a notebook with a pen. “Table five needs a waitress.”
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Mathew’s feet started to hurt so he walked to a near by diner. He would go there sometimes on the days he skipped. He opened the door to the diner and headed over to an empty table.