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Post by Irene on Oct 15, 2006 9:14:56 GMT -5
"Francis", I whispered, "What wre you going to do?"
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 9:15:01 GMT -5
(( Irene: Oh Francis!, I love it how your kiss tastes of the blood of that dead girl in the corner! Francis: New mouthwash baby!))
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Post by Francis on Oct 15, 2006 9:18:05 GMT -5
((I gotta go.))
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Post by Francis on Oct 15, 2006 13:02:07 GMT -5
"I do not know." *Francis whispered.* "But I do know how to get some answers." *He turned around and took one last look at the dead girls body.* "I'm sorry." *And he left the room.*
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Post by Irene on Oct 15, 2006 13:14:41 GMT -5
I went over to the girl's body. My stomach churned, but I had to look. I'm a detective. I can't just let the killer get away. But even as I thought this, I knew I could never do anything to harm Francis. But I would make sure to protect myself.
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Clementine
- In the Duggins -
Current Personality *Clementine*
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Post by Clementine on Sept 11, 2007 10:50:14 GMT -5
*NEW DAY, DIFFERENT CHARACTER I WANT DEAD*
*Clementine sat in an empty room with a curious blood stain on the carpet. reading a book about womens rights. She silently hummed to herself as she turned the page.*
*A Big Fat Neon Sightm appeared above her which read: To whatever killer we have around, she's all yours. Make it gruesome, get a cookie.*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2007 12:49:17 GMT -5
((... really want her dead? I can bite her as a vampire and drain her of her blood.))
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Post by Norman Bates on Sept 11, 2007 16:10:54 GMT -5
((Oh, you beat me. Norman will kill her if you want.))
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2007 18:22:46 GMT -5
((go ahead, he makes more sense anyhow ))
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Clementine
- In the Duggins -
Current Personality *Clementine*
Posts: 99
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Post by Clementine on Sept 12, 2007 4:06:58 GMT -5
((Whichever of you wants it can do it.))
*She turned another page.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Sept 13, 2007 14:14:03 GMT -5
*Norman watched the girl reading. He wished he'd never found this stupid secret passage behind the mirrors. The temptation, the ability to watch the girls, when they could not see him, was too great. He knew that voyeurism was a trigger, but he couldn't stop.
He didn't want to kill them. Truly.
He just had to.
With a cry, he burst from the secret door, brandishing a wicked-looking knife which he brought down, several times in succession, on the girl. She resisted futilely, and it was over in mere seconds.
Norman wiped a trembling hand across his forehead, leaving a stripe of blood, before stumbling away from the scene...*
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