Ryder walked into the hotel and looked around. There was a guy getting his key already. He sighed, this town really needed something to do. He walked to the conter and waited until the guy was done. When he moved aside he looked at the clerk.
"You wouldn't mind tellin me what there is to do around here, would you?" He asked,
"Well, there is a coffee shop, a movie theater," She kept rambling but nothing sounded interesting.
"uh, thanks." He smiled and turned away running into the guy that had been there before, he obviously hadn't moved. "Sorry," He stepped around him and looked towards teh door then the elevator. What should he do. "YOu ever been here before?" He asked the guy.
Samantha stopped by the door to pull on her sneakers, the white on them stained brown with mud. She yanked on the laces impatiently, cursing under her breath when one of the laces broke in her grip.
"That's just great," she muttered, yanking the laces out her mother's sneakers. "Hopefully she won't miss these."
She quickly did up the laces before opening the door, relishing in the autumn air that seeped into the house as she did so. She walked down the sidewalk, turning left at the mailbox and breaking into a brisk jog, heading towards the country part of town.
(If you couldn't guess, she's going to the farm, since she runs there. Anyone up to meeting her there?)
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Luna: Have your character head to the farm. Samantha is going there, and can meet up with you (though they won't plan it) and they can talk and explore the scene of the murder. :P
Um.....I don't know how to join people. My character is now 16, I don't know how I can write about someone who's 18. Couldn't think about what to do, can someone bring me in also? Or tell me where I can meet someone. Sorry I didn't post much by the way.
I realized that I said I'd be gone for only two weeks...but I was gone for much longer.I hope to stay on this time.
The murder looked through the scope of his sniper rifle and at the target. He was talking to a man. The target shook his head and then went to the Bar's bathroom.
The murder chuckled and headed down to the hotel room that he specificly told the woman to assign to him. He waited in the closet until the door opened. He peeked through and the man began to unpack his stuff.
" Too late..." the murder then ran out of the closet and before the man could turn around the murder putted his arm around the man's face.
" Smell it!" He hissed with his clyoride hankerchief quickly inducing the man into sleep.
The murder then undressed him and began to run the bath. He turned it off and placed the man in it. the murder then took out a shaver. He looked at the man's arm's and saw a lot of scar's.
" One last time..." the murder sighed and then putted the shaver on the man's arm....The door knocked.
" Oh come on." The murder groaned and then closed the bathroom door and opened the room door...to see another man in a purple jacket.
" I'm the hotel manager, I have a tip that someone was in here illegely."
no, even if he manages to make the man look like he did a sucide, there's still the fact that this guy has his face and police will be on the lookout.
" Um...sorry. I have to get something I left here. I will be out in a second."
The manager sighed and the murder closed the door. he looked at the man still in the bathtub.
" Your lucky this time..." The murder growled and took his bag and walked out of the room.
Sweat was dripping down Samantha's face as her feet pounded on the dirt road. She had been running for about twenty minutes so far, and finally allowed herself to slow to a walk and take a sip of water from the bottle she carried.
From across the field she was walking next to she heard giggling. She glanced up to see two girls she went to school with, Coraline and Naomi. Behind them was a big red barn that she passed every morning on her run. Today there was something different about it, though. There were yellow police strips around the entrances.
Samantha didn't particularly enjoy talking to these girls, but she decided that they probably knew more than she did about the tape, and allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. Rolling her eyes, she started through the field to her classmates.
Hope that works; I brought in the two who asked for it. You're turn!
With BBB gone and Luna leaving soon, I think we'll need more people...anyone out there interested?
Decective Willing's groaned as it slowly began to rain. The road's became very slippery.
He was getting too old for this scoobydo thing.
He thought of Jason freeman...now to think of it, he remembered his name.
He came by the poilice department and asked for him specificly. Told him that someone was following him.
" I wonder..." He then saw a deer in the middle of the road! He swerved to avoid it and then ran into the forest. He hitted a tree and the airbag's hit his face, Dillousining him.
The murder came out and gave the deer a carrot and slapped it's bottom.
The murder then walked to the finally awaked Willing's.
Willing's looked up to see a man in a ski mask and dark sunglasses come towards the car, he was carrying a sledghammer.
" HELP ME!" Willing's shouted to the man and then the man lifted the sledgehammer and landed it on both of Willings leg's, crushing them to bits.
" AHHHH!" Willing's shouted before the murder took out a knife and cutted out Wiling's tongue.
" Willing's...pay attention."
Willing's looked in so much pain that he saw spot's. His Mouth was bleeding.
" I want you to look long and hard at the picture I'm going to show you while your dying. I want you to realize how much pain and suffering you put on the person in this photo....it happened 40 year's ago."
The murder then putted a picture of a beatiful woman on the dash and took out the extra gasoline tank from the back.
Willing's looked long and hard at the photo. He thought of how this happened, what did he do to deserve this.
The murder putted the gasoline on the entire car and quickly walked away to the road.
Willings then, through his pain, knew this woman...It can't be...
The murder then took out a lighter. he looked down at the trail of gasoline and to the Car. " Forgive me lord..." The murder whispered," For I have sinned." He then litted the trail on fire, making it slowly crawl to the car.
The murder then walked away into the forest .
Willing's thought of many way's he could have died. This wasn't one of them. He closed his eyes and thought of the woman in the photo.
He looked up at the forest and with extreme sorrow, Mumbled:
" I'm Sorry Jane...."
The car caught on fire. Willing's didn't even cry.
The smell of paint still hovered in the new house and unopened boxes scattered everywhere. Tara ran from box to box searching for a pair of tennis shoes.
"Where are they?" she muttered to herself.
A huge rottweiler ran past the boxes, knocking them all over. He had found a box of clothes and was chewing on a tennis shoe.
"Jay! Put it down! I need that!" Tara began to walk towards the dog.
The dog, Jay, sprang up and ran farther away from Tara. A playful smile was on its' face and the drooled on tennis shoe was in its' mouth.
"Gimme that shoe!" she began to run, but tripped and fell face first onto the hard wooden floor.
Tara layed there, rubbing her sore nose. A ripping sound came from another bedroom. She turned around to see what had tripped her and found it was the other tennis shoe.
Not going to let that dog get this one... she thought. Tara set the shoe on top of a table and looked around for Jay.
"Oh Jay?" she called out.
The dog stuck it's head out of the doorway, the shoe was partly torn down the middle and looked as if it was soaked in slobber. Tara gave the dog a sly smile, and then bolted. "Gimme that shoe!"
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
name: Blaire Downs
age: 16
gender: female
appearance: slender, muscular, long auburn hair, blue eyes, tall, brittish accent, tan skin.
Personality: sarcastic, good at hiding her emmotions
history: up until a few years ago she lived in London with her wealthy parents. In the summers she would visit her dad's family in Bermingshire, and she had many friends at her school. Then one day her mum had a phsycotic break and died and was shortly followed by her father who overdosed on sleeping pills. She was then sent to live in Harbourville with her mum' sister and brother-in-law who she didnt even know existed. Her mother had run away from her family when she was 17 to marry her father (Lord Downs) therefor she had never told her family about Blair. Blair was sent to her mum's family because her father's family didnt want custody of her. Now she is a sophomore at Harbourville High and is on the soccer team, seemingly happy.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
*Please put spaces between your paragraphs Ghostwriter! It makes it easier to read, thanks! *
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
Waking up he began the usual routine. Switching on the tv going into the shower; washing himself. Though when he heard about another murder he rushed out with towel wrapped round. It was on a long road, and even now after seeing two burnings. He wondered did the guy love fire? This was now top brass if it targeted police Adams thought.
"This is Linda Woods reporting off Old Pine Road. Klain Willig whom we had speaking yesterday had just turned up. His legs were totally crushed. It seemed we now have a serial killer on the loose in Harbourville.
The camera moved over to a police man, "As of now people Harbourville agriculture area is under a curfew as, this does include adults. The law is if you're not with anyone. We'll take you in for questioning. Again I urge with my parted partner insensient, please if you saw anyone suspicious please contact police immediatly."
Turning away he wondered what scene to visit first. Pulling on his jeans. He decided with the first one. Throwing on his hoody, he ran out. Not as if he had any work today anyway. As the assholes kept holding him back.
Diving down the stairs he double checked his keys were in his pants. The one thing he loved more than murders was from a friend long ago. A navy Honda motorcycle.
The town was still quiet, only sound was the birds. Hopping on to his bike he threw on his helmet. Then he inserted the ignition and drove off towards the farm.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Anyone up to meeting her there?)
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