I Guess I have to say I got a bit of influenced by LunaBelle's storie of a town mass killing thing.
I Like it! I will use it if it is okay...Except it's not fantasy based. SORRY!

Plot:
The town of Harborville is innocent enough...Population, 4,500. Main export is fish, The People are semi friendly, and the town is on the outskirts of New york.
But something is wrong here...Something horribly wrong. Soon dead birds started to appear in piles, Photo's of females naked are mailed to the townspeople...And then blood came.

Rules:
1. You will not be allowed to kill the murderer. I will only allow for the murderer to get captured...but for how long?
2. Don't be a god.
3. I will not tell you if your character is going to be murderered. All I can say is that you have to watch your step, make friends who will be quick to figure out if and where the murderer will make his move...
4. I will provide clues on what will happen. And remember, I will not kill any chatter's character just five seconds after I make the clue. I will allow for five post's before I start my move.
5. Your character can have any backround. They can be from outside of town or spend all of there all's in Harborville.
6. If your character die's, You can make another that is related to that character somehow. Revenge plot!
7. If you think this is unfair. Tell me now so I can change it.

For reason's, I will not reveal the character's motive, Age, Gender, or even weapon. This is a new brand of storybook...Survial of the smartest.

I'll give a little of a profile.


Name: Ryder Smith
Age: 17
Looks: Dark hair, green eyes, tan, 6'6

OOOoooohhh. I'm definatly going to take part in this story book. Very interesting. Fair enough, by the way. Hope this is ok. PM me if not.

Name:Coraline (Core u line, not care u line) Silvers
Gender:Female
Personality: Nature loving, nosey, talkative, trust too many people, muscical (plays trumpet), easily scared, jumpy, hard time at keeping secrets, sorta clever, but not briliant.
Appearance: slim, doesn't have much of a figure,curly waist length brown hair, pale blue eyes. Not tan, not very tall either.
Extra: Born in April, looks up to her older sister.

AWESOME! MURDER!

Name: Naomi Greane (Of course)

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: Fun-loving, carefree, tomboyish, skater girl, lovable. she lives in solitude, except for her prep sister an her guy friends. She hates preps and jocks and whatever.

Appearance: http://naturalbornkillers.deviantart.co ... l-56456669 (Blondish-Brown Hair and Blue-Green eyes)

Skateboard: http://superbleeder.deviantart.com/art/ ... d-48657688

Extra: She never knew her parents. Her and her twin sister grew up alone. Her sister, Grace, is a prep, and Naomi is a punk. They rarely talk and try their best to avoid each ther. Grace gets very angry at Naomi for being more popular. Naomi's popular from her skateboarding and her outfits, which consist of ripped jeans, a t-shirt and a half-jacket. She DOES NOT let her popularity go to her head, unlike her, preppy sister.

Awesome. I will dedicate myself to this storybook!

Name: Ryan Peterson

Gender: Male

Personality: Extremely quiet. He doesn't like to talk; he would rather listen. Is a very good thinker and could solve a lot of clues. Has a dark history of depression.

Apperance: Tall, muscular and black haired. Has scars on his wrists from earlier years. Green eyes.

Extra: He is 16 and has a car. He staying at Harborville for a week, because of some parentage history there.

This sounds too exciting to pass up!

Name: Tara Roylin

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Personality: usually quiet, competitive, has a temper, carefree, brilliant, and is very adventurous

Appearance: http://pandastarr.deviantart.com/art/Anime-19620568

Extra: Has recently moved into Harborville

Let's start with a little backround on Harborville:
Harborville, was founded in colonial times and still thrives to this day. It's cobblestone roads and still named ' Pubs' will make anyone relax, Which is the perfect spot for anyone that doesn't want any excitment in their life.
Remember that little spot in the old red barn? Well last night, a a man and a woman were making love right in the barn. As they looked at the river leading to the atlantic ocean, they cuddled against each other. Then the man heard a creak of floorboards down below.
The man looked over the edge and saw nothing...then he was pulled down to the ground screaming. The girl then heard the man's scream's and then a sound like a knife punching into a watermelon....stabbing. The man's screams then turned into silence.
" What's going on here?" the girl whispered and then she heard the ladder creak. the girl then sighed when the man's face came.
" For a second there, I thought you were..." the girl chuckled...then the head came up...and it was held by a stick.
" AHHHH!" The girl screamed at the sight of the man's head and then saw the man holding the stick....
She woke up. She was in the barn. She felt a letter on her breast and she read it:
I've already left, meet me later.
The girl sighed and sat up...to felt a rope fasten around her neck. She began to choke. She then saw the man in piece's down the ladder.
" Hellpp...." The woman gasped and then she died without the knowledge of who murdered her.
That man stood outside of the barn and looked at the still rising morning.
" Good morning Harborville." He chuckled and then tossed away his Empty Gasoline can into the barn and lit a match. He threw it in the barn and it quickly caught in flames.

Hey! I've never done this type of thing before, so I don't really want a major character; I'll just be in the background a bit, if that's okay. I really wanted to give this a try, though, so just let me know if I'm doing anything wrong!

Name: Samantha Williams
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Looks: Dark green eyes, shoulder-length black hair that sort of spikes at the ends (don't know how to describe it...) tall, and thin. A scar running down the side of her face.
Personality: Very strong-willed, uncomfortable around other people (doesn't like anyone touching her.)
Quick Background: Her father abused her up until she was 13 (which is how she got her scar.) She went to the hospital when she got the scar, which is when they took her away from her father to live with her mom in Harborville. She has an older brother, about 18, who still lives in in her old town on his own.

*sigh* *I was just about to post a section of the story, when my internet shut down. So sorry if this wasn't as good as that.*

[Ryan Peterson]

Ryan sighed as he let his hand rest on the steering wheel. His eyes lazily focused on the road, but were often distracted. He would often catch a glimpse of the scars on his wrists from years ago. There was one new one. He had done it yesterday.

There was a letter on the passenger seat. It had many wrinkles in it and obviously had been crumpled up. It read, "Ryan, I'm sorry about the outbreak that we had last night. It's just that you're father gets so worked up about things like that, and I'm so sorry. Ryan, we need you to go to a small town named Harborville for a few days. Just a few days; it won't take that long. Just long enough for you to realize what we've been trying to tell you for the past three years. It's something that will hopefully make you a better man, and one day, a better father. Please, take this seriously. Just spend a few days in the town, learn all you can, then come back. That's all I ask. - Mom."

So, they wanted to kick him out! That was it! They hated him and wanted him out of the house. There was going to be nothing in this so called 'Harborville'. Nothing at all.

Ryan caught his first glimpse of the small town and sighed again. He was going to be in an ancient city searching for something that didn't even exist.

Oh, he knew before the night was over, there was going to be another scar on his wrist.

Dectective Willing's looked at the ruin's of the barn. It was strange really, being called from New york on a case that is really simple.
The farmer came out to plow his crop's he saw the burned out ruins of his barn. He hasn't been there for week's and that made it a popular place for gang's to meet or lover's to make love. One love thing got too far and the woman cutted the man in piece's and the girl setted herself on Fire.
Doctor Barnaby looked at the girl's burned skin and saw that she was only 15." Poor girl, Thrusted into the arm's of a man..." He looked at the Man's still barely reconizable face." Who is 23." He then saw something he didn't expect." Willing's!"
Willing's sighed, another great anology from the man who was there to give weapon's to goerge washington on the deleware." What is it Doc?"
" Well, It seem's that this girl's neck is crushed...suggesting a broken neck."
" Maybe she setted herself on fire and fell to the ground."
" that could be correct, BUT there's a problem with the setting on fire theory..." Barnaby then pointed to the man." That man is horribly burned. Unless he could set himself on fire with his decapitated arm I doubt it."
Then Barnaby looked at the girl." This girl however, is like she was held over a fire and was beginning to be roasted before she fell into the fire and got most of these burns.
" Your saying she was hanging from the roster?"
" Your the dectective."
Willing's looked at the girl. That mean's that the girl hanged herself, threw a match to the ground below while she was dying? That doesn't make any sense. It mean's....
" Someone setted the barn on fire to make it look that way."
Barnaby smiled." I'm glad I cleared it up for you."
" But why?"
" Don't you awnser that question Decective?"

The murder looked down from the forest at the road as a man drove by.
He looked at a picture.
" got you." He smiled and began to head to Harborville.

*uh oh! I have to save myself! Don't kill - yet! Or for a while!*

[Ryan Peterson]

Ryan glanced out of his car window and smirked. There was a burnt barn just a couple hundred feet away. Cops and such surrounded it. "What idiots," he thought. "Letting their farms burn down? What idiots..."

Ryan entered Harborville and stared at the people. They were walking on the sidewalks, the roads, and the grass. There weren't very many cars at all. In fact, the only car on the street was his.

The people were looking down on the street, as if there were something interesting there. None of them looked up to greet him as his car strolled down the streets.

He sighed. An idiotic town filled with idiotic people. What could be better?

There was a sign that stood above the ground that read, "Motel - vacancy". He pulled his car up to it and parked.

"This better not cost much," he warned himself as he stepped through the motel's doors.

[Samantha Williams]

"Good morning Harborville! It's another beautiful Saturday..." the radio began before Samantha stuck her hand out to shut off her alarm. She groaned and turned over in her bed, covering her face with her pillow to shut out the sun.

"Samantha, I'm off to work!" her mother called out, grabbing her keys from the table and heading out the door. "Don't stay in bed too late!"

Mrs. Williams worked a double shift at the town's motel every Saturday; eight to eight, leaving Samantha the house to herself. She usually just lazed around, reading or watching television. Her older brother was coming to town the next day, though, so she would end up doing all of the cooking and cleaning that her mother didn't believe in doing herself in preperation.

She threw the comforter off of her body and dragged herself out of bed, shivering when her bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. She walked over to the closet to get some clothes, figuring she'd go for a run before breakfast.


(Hope that was okay...)

*sorry for posting so much. It's just that this is soo fun! If I'm posting too much, tell me and I'll stop*

[Ryan Peterson]

"Good morning!" Ryan was greeted as he walked through the door. A woman was standing behind the check in table, ready with a pen and the guestbook.

"Hello," Ryan whispered and walked up to her. The motel was old and creaky. The wood bent under his step. He eyed the rest of the room: there was a couch to the left side of the room and a lamp was set on a table.

"How can I help you?" the woman asked. She had a name tag pinned to her, "Judy Williams"

"I, uh, need to get a room for about a week," Ryan muttered quietly.

"Okay, just hold for a moment... do you have a reservation?"

Ryan looked at the woman blankly.

"I'm taking that as a no..."

Judy Williams typed on her computer screen until she said, "You're room is 3B. Here are the keys, and I hope you have a great stay at the Harborville's Motel!" She didn't sound as enthusiastic as her words were.

Ryan nodded and gave her a weak smile.

*get it? Room 3B? Like BBB? Ahahahah!*

Name:Adams
Gender:Male
Personality: Cold hard and logical. A literal computer. Too impersonal. Expert in Cybernetics-which is suprising considering his age of only twenty five-. Ambitious and got a small interest in high profile serial killers.
Appearance: Average body wise, short brown hair combed tidily. Dark green peircing eyes.
Extra: Working in a small time position at Robotic research institute. Mainly being wasted. Spends most free time in his house reading about the killers time never caught.

Unlike most people at 4:00 am in the morning. Adams wasn't in bed or sharing time with anyone. He was about as social as a Sloth. Maybe it was his obsession with killers. Though really it didn't bother him. Throwing down another book down in disgust he sighed and looked around his dirty apartment. Harbourville population who gives a damn, purpose; again no one cared. Sights, a drunk fisherman account of him seeing a mermaid. Yeh Harbourville the metropolis of the states. Next joke please! Here he was in the dump, trying to prove to some-guys-who-so-needed-to-get-laid it was no longer funny, that he was more than half the men they were intelligence wise was infuriating. Right now during his wonderful stay in god-help-me town he'd read about five murder novels and even they didn't kill the doldrums.

Yes here he was twenty five barely out of Uni and he had to choose this town. Growing sick of the intense quiet he grabbed the controls from the floor and switched on the tv. He was hoping for some crime show like CSI but instead the news was on. It showed a burnt out barn. Ready to switch the channel he put his finger on, when he heard the words,

"Reports are still limited but the victims were definately of murder."

Putting control on the seat he tuned in:

"Early this afternoon the bodies of Jason Freeman and Sophie Andrews were found after the fire of said barn was extinguished."

The newsreporter stood next to a more solemn indivitaul, "It was first suspected to be a case of double suicide or murde suicide. Detective Willing of New York has more detail."

Finally the camera focused in on the second man, "My collegue and I have talked much of this. We realize that Harbourville may not be used to such upheaval, we ask-implore you to tell us if you ever saw anyone suspicious leave and pass by here."

They gave a number and then switched to some report about new laws in Congress. Switching off tv, Adams smiled 'bout time this town got some back bone. He would follow this case religiously. Yawning he lay down and fell asleep.