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 Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:39 pm
((sorry for the late entry, guys, the one day I forget to check *sigh*))
Anthony Marston watched the other guests leave the boats and then followed, smirking. He noticed that more than a few people had been eyeing him. Jealous... he thought smugly, No one here's nearly as good-looking as I am. Vaguely he recognized one of the men as someone who had walked in front of his car when he'd first arrived. The idiot should have watched where he was going.
He pulled a cigarette out the pocket in his Armani jacket and lit it, his eyes scanning the room as he made a particular point to check out the women.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 1:17 pm
Vera was almost halfway through her unpacking when she heard Lombard go downstairs. She quickly examined herself in the mirror by the door, tucking loose hairs behind her ears and setting her earrings straight, then scurried out of her room and headed downstairs. Actually, she was glad she had an excuse to get out of her room. The guilt had been welling up uncomfortably again, and she was sure she might have needed to do something like this anyway. Her brown hair bounced each step down the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 1:54 pm
(oh, Zack... sorry, but you are going under the name of Davis and disguised as a rich South African man... but you are actually a detective... so yeah sorry for the confusion! the guests find out your real name later, but it is okay... ^^ everyone is doing good otherwise! ^^)
Mrs. Rogers walked back into the room and she took the list back out. She took a good look over it and walked over to the elderly woman, "You must be Miss Emily Brent... I will take your case madam." She took the case and then looked over at a nervous fellow who carried a medical case, "Dr. Armstrong, correct?" She then saw a cocky, young, American and she frowned slightly, "Mr. Marston?" She turned and saw Vera and Lombard coming down the stairs, she had already greeted them earlier. She walked over to Vera and handed her the list of names, "Take this for me, will you? And keep track of the guests. Make sure to tell them that the Owens have been detained until tomorrow." Mrs. Rogers then looked over at Emily Brent, "If you would come with me, Miss Brent, I will bring you to your room... if anyone else wishes to go to their room, please just follow me..." She walked slowly up the stairs where is Thomas? He should be here helping me... he is always off doing whatever he wants to do...
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:01 pm
taking a seat "this is gonna be great" he says without a smile
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:07 pm
Sir Lawrence looked over at MacKenzie and the light just seemed to catch the shiny metal on his war medals. He must take really good care of those medals... Sir Lawrence moved a little so that he could face MacKenzie and then held his hand out to him, "My name's Sir Lawrence Wargrave... those are some very impressive medals if I do say so myself..."
(most of the people here would know who Wargrave is... they have heard of the multitude of hanging warrants he had signed when he was a judge. so yeah XD)
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:37 pm
"call me MacKenzie"he says
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:25 pm
Sir Lawrence smiled slightly at MacKenzie and shook his hand. He then pulled it back and looked at MacKenzie, "I'm guessing from all the medals you carry that you were in the army... am I correct?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:38 pm
((Sorry for being super late-my mom has like a -'she's R.P. ing radar or something))
Mr. Rogers ((neighborhood)) finnished dusting the last room he had been working on before heading downstairs-he was late and he knew it but his wife probably had everything undercontrol
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:24 pm
((I edited it, and very funny Serrenedy. I'm going to give Dr. Edwards more time.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:49 pm
Hopeful Musician-Bohemian (oh, Zack... sorry, but you are going under the name of Davis and disguised as a rich South African man... but you are actually a detective... so yeah sorry for the confusion! the guests find out your real name later, but it is okay... ^^ everyone is doing good otherwise! ^^) Mrs. Rogers walked back into the room and she took the list back out. She took a good look over it and walked over to the elderly woman, "You must be Miss Emily Brent... I will take your case madam." She took the case and then looked over at a nervous fellow who carried a medical case, "Dr. Armstrong, correct?" She then saw a cocky, young, American and she frowned slightly, "Mr. Marston?" She turned and saw Vera and Lombard coming down the stairs, she had already greeted them earlier. She walked over to Vera and handed her the list of names, "Take this for me, will you? And keep track of the guests. Make sure to tell them that the Owens have been detained until tomorrow." Mrs. Rogers then looked over at Emily Brent, "If you would come with me, Miss Brent, I will bring you to your room... if anyone else wishes to go to their room, please just follow me..." She walked slowly up the stairs where is Thomas? He should be here helping me... he is always off doing whatever he wants to do...
Vera blinked. If the Rogers were already here, that meant that everyone was there. She checked off the names of the Rogers, then put the paper away and introduced herself to the other guests, and tell them about U.N.Owen being detained until tomorrow. She started with Anthony Marson. He looked like the richest, and most likely to be vain, but that was alright. Hopefully, seeing as he was smoking, she could use the fact that she had to talk to the others as an excuse to get away.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:45 pm
((Why do things always happen while I'm detained by school/work?!?))
As the General didn't seem interested in speaking with him, Lombard turned his attention to the guests who had come in while he made his introduction. There was another well-dressed younger man, an older woman who looked rather peeved, as well as a man with a doctor's satchel. The younger man had pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and was in the process of lightning it. Immensely interested in beginning a conversation with someone, Lombard reasoned that this would likely be his man; anyone unashamed at smoking in someone else's residence would surely be quite social. As he made his way over to the young man, he accidentally ran into Miss Claythorne, who had been heading in the same direction.
"My apologies, Miss Claythorne. I hadn't noticed that you'd come down the stairs. You are quite light on your feet, if I do say it. Are you quite sure that you're not a dancer?" He arched one black eyebrow as he unsuccessfully attempted not to smile.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 6:26 pm
Vera blushed, flattered. "Quite sure." She attempted to act as if she was being serious, but her face was saying that she thought him to be joking. Which, she considered, he probably was. After all, he seemed to be hitting on her. Her plans of walking towards Anthony Marston had been slightly snuffed. Not completely. Just slightly.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:15 pm
Lombard was smiling in earnest now, pleased that Miss Claythorne hadn't been offended. Some people didn't appreciate compliments of that nature...
"Well, don't let me keep you. I merely intended to converse with the gentleman in the Armani jacket when we ran into each other, although it seems you were headed in the same direction. Would you allow me to accompany you?" He raised his arm in the hopes that she would take it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:43 pm
Startled by having his trail of thought momentarialy interrupted, Dr. Armstrong blinked, but promptly changed the clutch of his small briefcase to his left hand, extending his right arm to shake hands with the wealthy-looking man who had introduced himself as Davis. "Armstrong, Dr. Edward Armstrong, at your service", he answered nervously but politely.
Armstrong then went back to holding his black medical case with both hands, and closer to his body. "I assume, like the rest of us, that you have not yet met our hosts, Mr. Davis?" he asked, trying to act more friendly. The doctor deduced from the intelligent, decisive expression of Davis' face and from his firm handshake that, despite his possessions, he was not spoiled or immature - quite unlike Anthony.
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