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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:33 pm
(If anyone who wanted to be a part of this rp, but did not come in time to get a part, or if anyone in the rp wishes to play a different part in this rp, please click on the picture in my signature and it will lead you another rp in Barton Town, just like this one... okay? ^^ thank you... XD)
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:39 pm
DewRue Once again, Armstrong looked up and hesitated before answering. "Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but that will not be necessary." Both Davis and the butler made confused faces, and the doctor, not wanting to sound rude, elaborated. "You see, I spend a lot of time at work. Carrying this has become a habit of mine... and having my medical instruments constantly at arm's length has proven useful on a number of occasions." Armstrong then turned to Davis. "Mysterious? Heh..." he chuckled, as if to him there was no such thing. "Of course, we lack some information. Nevertheless, this island seems like a very pleasant resort." This time, Armstrong smiled, his tense expression lightening a bit. "I'm convinced that this will be a most rewarding experience." "We can only hope it shall be pleasant," he smiled at Armstrong. William believed that this would, if nothing else, be a surprising vacation from his usual back-to-back cases.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:42 pm
Sir Lawrence looked back at Davis and Armstrong and asked, "Would either of you gentlemen care for a drink?" He guessed that Davis was a man who had a certain taste for fine alcohol, while Armstrong just seemed sort of nervous at the question.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:43 pm
(hey i have a rp called CASTLE OF NO RETURN you should join it)
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:54 pm
"Sure. I could use a drink," Marston told Lombard. When they got to the bar, Marston looked Sir Lawrence up and down. He looked vaguely familiar but Marston didn't care enough about him to wrack his brain over it. "Is there any white wine back there?" he asked.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:00 pm
Sir Lawrence looked at the drinks once again and found what he was looking for... The white wine looked fairly good and the age of it seemed to be quite perfect, "White wine for you, Mr. Marston..." He took out a wine glass and filled it with the light colored wine. He handed it to Marston.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:18 pm
Vera hurried after her two companions to the bar. "Ah, and a red wine for me. Hahn, if you have any." She was very particular about what she drank, if she had the option. Without option, and she was alright with anything. But where she was, she had the feeling that there were plenty of options. As she waited, her eyes wandered to a picture on the wall. There was a nursery rhyme, obviously very old. She set her elbow on the bar table and leaned on it as she read the rhyme over and over in her head. "A little morbid for children, don't you think?" It took her maybe 10 seconds to realize she had said it out loud.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:22 pm
Sir Lawrence fixed her a glass of red wine and walked over to hand it to her. He also took notice of the nursery rhyme, "Very dark indeed..." He started to read the rhyme out loud so the others could hear it. He handed Vera the glass of wine and sighed after he read it out loud, "And here are ten little Indian statues on the mantle piece..." He examined them carefully.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:24 pm
(do we want the voice to come on now or later?)
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:32 pm
((Do it now! XD Yay! Cuz then we can panic, and the first person can die, or something. I don't know. Give me a second...*reading the book*))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:49 pm
Vera had distracted the gentleman's attention just before he had turned to Lombard. It didn't matter to Lombard, though, whether or not he had to serve himself. He selected a tumbler and a bottle of Scotch, and, after pouring himself his drink, joined the two at the fireplace. Upon the gentleman's completion of the poem, Lombard observed,
"Yes, that does seem particularly morbid for a nursery rhyme. Although it proves that the Owens are fond of Indians. For here we have a poem about Indians, several small Indian statues, and, to top it all off, we are staying on Indian Island. How peculiar..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:09 pm
Mrs. Rogers walked off into the study area and put the record entitled, "Swan Song", in and turned it on. She walked back out of the room and headed into the kitchen.
Suddenly a strange and horrible voice came over the intercom and could be heard throughout the whole household, "Ladies and Gentlemen, silence please! You are charged with these indictments: that you did respectively and at diverse times commit the following: Edward Armstrong, that you caused the death of Louisa Mary Clees. William Henry Blore, that you brought about the death of James Stephen Lendor. Emily Caroline Brent, that you were responsible for the death of Beatrice Taylor. Vera Elizabeth Claythrone, that you killed Peter Ogilvie Hamilton. Philip Lombard, that you were guilty of the deaths of twenty-one men, members of the East African tribe. John Gordan MacKenzie, that you sent your wife's lover, Arthur Richmond, to his death. Anthony James Marston, that you were guilty of the murder of John and Lucy Combes. Thomas Rogers and Ethel ROgers, that you brought about the death of Jennifer Brady. Lawrence Wargrave, that you were guilty of the the murder of Edward Seton. Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defense?" The voice dies away.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:21 pm
"say what"he says waking up
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:21 pm
Hopeful Musician-Bohemian Sir Lawrence looked back at Davis and Armstrong and asked, "Would either of you gentlemen care for a drink?" He guessed that Davis was a man who had a certain taste for fine alcohol, while Armstrong just seemed sort of nervous at the question. Dr. Armstrong could not hide that the simple question had somehow affected him. He shook his head, then straightened himself up on his chair and readjusted his glasses on his face. "N-No... I'll pass." he answered as he gripped his briefcase closer yet again. Then he turned to Davis and said "...but please suit yourself, sir", though his voice almost broke mid-sentence. It obviously disturbed him even to have someone drinking alcohol next to him. At that moment, however, all heads turned to the speaker, as the mysterious message was delivered. "Edward Armstrong, that you caused the death of Louisa Mary Clees..." Upon hearing that, the doctor turned pale and still, as if paralyzed by fear. As the others were accused one by one, he began shaking violently, then rose up and looked around for the one responsible, attempting to cope with everything that was happening. "Prisoners?" he asked, alarmed. "Is this some kind of joke?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:41 pm
Vera, upon hearing the speaker, and the beginning of the listings of murders, went very still. She was paralyzed with fear, waiting for the moment of her own murder to be unveiled. As it did, the wine glass in her hand slipped away, trusted in gravity, and smashed on the floor. She was no longer casually leaning on the bar, but was bent over her frozen hands, one still holding the ghost of the Hahn that now stained her dress. She felt an uprising queasiness overcome her, and the guilt began to mix with it, and drown her.
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