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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 9:24 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 3:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 3:50 pm
((okay, okay, we have four characters on now.))
William wiped the tears from his face. He pulled himself together as much as he could and went to Mr. Lombard. He saw the broken doll and sighed. Things were getting precise and predictable, now it was just figureing out who was killing the group, how to stop them, and what was their reason.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:21 pm
Sir Lawrence saw Mr. Blore follow them down the stairs and he sighed, trying to figure this out. He looked at the statues and then back at the rhyme... then it slowly came to him, "Wait a second... the rhyme... " 'Ten Little Indians going out to dine; One went and choked his little self and then there were nine...' The cyanide caused Marston to choke, right?... 'Nine Little Indian Boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight....' Mrs. Rogers died in her sleep..." He looked at Lombard and Blore in sight fear, "They mean to kill us all?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 9:27 am
Emily Brent was up half the night,which had never happened to her before.She presumed that it might have been the shock of seeing a dead body,or watching that person die.When ever she did get to sleep,she woke only after thirty minutes again,making it even more awful for her.She had done her best to wash the sleep from her eyes in the morning,taking the best part of an hour getting ready and dressed.As she walked down stairs to get some breakfast in her frail body,she over heard Sir Lawrence talking to Mr.Blore and Lombard about a rhyme she knew well.His conclusion nearly made her collapse,and fear rushed into whole body,making her shake noticeably.That meant that anyone of them could go next,get left behind,or chopped in half.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 6:45 am
((Ugh...I wanna post, but I have writer's block...=( Sorry, guys.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:00 am
Hopeful Musician-Bohemian Sir Lawrence saw Mr. Blore follow them down the stairs and he sighed, trying to figure this out. He looked at the statues and then back at the rhyme... then it slowly came to him, "Wait a second... the rhyme... " 'Ten Little Indians going out to dine; One went and choked his little self and then there were nine...' The cyanide caused Marston to choke, right?... 'Nine Little Indian Boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight....' Mrs. Rogers died in her sleep..." He looked at Lombard and Blore in sight fear, "They mean to kill us all?" He nodded at Lawrence, "Did you not figure that out as soon as the voice spoke of indian deaths and then the first man died, not to mention the first indian doll breaking?" he asked. William had noticed it quickly, he was a detective. "We have eight left and each shall die to their specific deaths," he stated.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:01 am
(help writers block i can't post crying )
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 2:14 pm
(tell us that your accusation was crazy and that you do not like that the voice talked of your wife in such a bad way... but then later tell Vera the truth that you actually did it.)
Sir Lawrenced started to look at Blore and sighed, "Most of us are not as clever at piecing things together as you are, Mr. Blore... you afre the only detective on the island."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 2:56 pm
"i need a drink"he says walking to the bar.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:31 pm
Hopeful Musician-Bohemian (tell us that your accusation was crazy and that you do not like that the voice talked of your wife in such a bad way... but then later tell Vera the truth that you actually did it.) Sir Lawrenced started to look at Blore and sighed, "Most of us are not as clever at piecing things together as you are, Mr. Blore... you afre the only detective on the island.""True," he said, proud of his detective work. It wasn't that impressive, but the fact that he got before anyone else made him think everyone else was an idiot and made him proud.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 5:04 pm
Mr.Rogers finaly came downstairs-a mere ghoast of himself. "I do hope their hae been no more, acsident's while I was mopeing ((I'm grounded))
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 1:58 am
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