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 Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:08 am
Sir Lawrence looked at General MacKenzie in slight suspicion, "General... we still need your answer... why were you given that accusation? Did you commit the crime or not, sir?" He then turned back to Mr. Rogers and he knew what the saying that Rogers had read a loud meant... he had heard it many times before... things were getting pretty strange around here.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 1:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 1:58 pm
(~bump~... MacKenzie and Lombard... XD)
Mrs. Rogers felt a slight chill go down her spine as her husband spoke and stated that particular quote... her heart started to hurt in guilt and sorrow, but she did not show it. She did not want anyone to suspect her or her poor husband... only if he knew what had happened while he was out trying to get the doctor and left her and Mrs. Brady alone... She sighed and looked down at the ground.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 3:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:37 pm
( ~bump~ ) (sorry... bored and keeping things alive here...)
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:29 pm
((can't wait to diagnose some deaths... xP *bump*))
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 5:34 am
Anthony went to lift another drink to his lips and froze, the glass falling through is fingers. Suddenly, he felt his throat closing, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. When it closed entirely, he lurched up off the chair, grasping his throat.
He began feeling lightheaded, which was made worse by the sheer panic that kept him from thinking clearly. Frantically, he started to stumble forward, but at that moment, everything went black and he crashed to the floor, dead.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 6:34 am
Mr. Rogers looked over with concern. "Sir?-SIR!!!" He bent down to anyalyze him "I beliuve one of you is a docter-this man is in need of help"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 6:43 am
Dr. Armstrong quickly kneeled beside Anthony. "By the gods... He's dead!" he said in an awe-struck whisper. He knew better than anyone that sudden-death episodes did not happen to young men in the prime of their health and strength, like Anthony, for no apparent reason. Not only that, but also Mr. Roger's recent warning brought on a very different meaning to this event... Armstrong peered into the dead man's face, and sniffed his blue twisted lips. Then he reached and picked up the glass from which Anthony Marson was drinking.
He turned his head to the others who watched closely, his expression serious. "This man died of asphyxiation... it is not a case of natural death, I assure you." He sniffed at the glass, then dipped a finger into it and very cautiously touched the finger with the tip of his tongue. "No distinctive smell of prussic acid... Everything points to cyanide poisoning. Potassium cyanide acts pretty well instantaneously." The doctor strode to the table where the drinks were. He removed the stopper from the whiskey, smelt it and, with noticeable disgust, tasted it. Then he tasted the soda water. "These are all right." He sighed, shaking his head. "It is of no use to keep him here at this point. Perhaps one of you could help me with the body?" He looked aprehensively at the others.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:00 am
William looked up from his thoughts and saw the man now lying on the floor... not breathing. He quickly took a q-tip and wiped the bottom of the glass for later testing. He placed the q-tip in an air-tight cealing and added some of the leftover alcohol to it. He wanted to make sure he had plenty of evidence to test. William then placed the evidence in his coat pocket, concealing it from other people's view. He assumed noone had seen it, being it that the focus was on the dead guy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 2:21 pm
As Anthony began to have his spasm, Vera made a pathetic squeaking noise that probably would have been a scream if she wasn't choking on tears already. As the doctor diagnosed the man as dead, she couldn't really take it in. "D...dead? Cyanide? B-but if there's nothing in the drinks, doesn't that mean he added it himself?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:19 pm
(very nice job at acting out Anthony's death. ^^)
Sir Lawrence stood up quickly when he heard the shattering of glass and he saw that Anthony was, what seemed to be, choking to death... He froze for a moment, not knowing quite what to do at this point. He thought that all of this had just been a way to make everyone take blame for the crime that they "supposedly" committed, but he was now that one of them had just died, the game has apparently changed. He noticed that Armstrong seemed to be taking charge of the situation. Quite strange, because at first he was so nervous and shaky, but now he was brave... quite strange indeed... Sir Lawrence stored that information away for later referance. He walked over to the dead body of Marston and stared down fearfully at the body, "He's... dead?..."
Mrs. Rogers screamed when she saw young Marston choking to death. She had no idea what to do, so she got up off the couch and walked over next to the fire place so that she would not be in the way... when she noticed it... one of the little Indian statues had fallen off the mantlepiece and was broken... it's piece were shattered all over the floor of the area, "Oh... look... here's one of the little Indians off the mantlepiece... broken."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:40 pm
"I..I'll clean it" Mr.Rogers stampered as he went to fetch the hand brom and the dustpan.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:57 pm
Suddenly Mrs. Rogers grabbed her chest tightly. It was giving her terrible pain once again. She walked back slowly towards the couch so that she could rest, but she did not make it. Her eyes opened wide as she started to faint. She started to breath a little heavily and her eyes closed as tight as possible. She then fell slowly to the floor and hit her head on the ground, leaving her unconscious.
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