Degenero Angelus

I voted american, but I'll be GIR from Invader Zim either way. It's a Japanese style American cartoon, made by a Mexican

Last time I checked, this wasn't the OOC thread.

Everyone returns to the gym area from changing. They walk in slowly, not really wanting to be in the class. They all took their places in line and Mrs. Asmundson began calling roll.

"Chandler."

"Here"

"Arielle."

"Here"

"Richard."

"Here"

"Jaquie."

"Jaquie?"

"Jaquie Katz?"

All the students looked to Jaquie's empty spot on the floor where Jaquie usually stands, and they begin murmuring. Chandler and Arielle exchange worried glances at each other, then run out of them room, closely followed by the rest of the students. Chandler and Arielle, along with Lia and Wally go one direction, everyone else going the oposite.

They search frantically around the locker room area. Finding nothing, they spread out. After a few minutes of searching Chandler comes to a dead stop, Arielle, Lia, and Wally running into each other because of it. They look around him and see Jaquie laying at the bottom of a flight of stairs, unconscious.

OOC: Obviously, Jaquie was innocent. It's now Day phase. You have 48 hours to cast your vote. Enjoy Gym class

Congrats to all the new pages, and all the new Quill Bearers, especially the ones I know better than the ones I don't.

Again, congrats. *drinks a drink in honor of each one and walks away, slightly less stable than when he came in*

Mr. Blackburn watched the note circulate, the class murmuring to themselves. He watched the tide shift, against the german girl, against Chandler, and finally against Mathew.

Chandler stands up and looks at the teacher. "We think it was Mathew."

Mathew stands screaming "NO! It was Chandler, no one else could have done it!"

"Class.. what do the rest of you think?" Mr. Blackburn asks quietly and most of the students look towards Mathew.

"Fine! I did it! He was vandalizing the lockers, so I beat him up! He had to be stopped!" Mathew runs for the door but Mr. Blackburn was there in time to catch him. He called the principal right as the bell rings, and the students leave while Mathew is left behind.

OOC: Congratulations players, Vahktang/Mathew was a wolf. Night phase begins now.

Wolf, Baner, Seer, your PMs please. You have 24 hours.

Good luck.

10 hours left.

At this point I'd just like to say how much I hate this

And on that stirring note.

I'll be extending day phase to 48 hours, which will be applied to all of them.

I hate doing this, and I wish I didn't have to. This game will last forever. But, since you people can't properly vote in 24 hours I have no other choice

I'd just like to remind everyone that you DO need to vote.

There's twelve and a half hours left. If no one has voted by that time, I'll roll a die and pick one of you to kill. Got it?

"Here," Mr. Blackburn said, "are your pop quizzes. I hope you do well on them." He glances at a few selected students and grins wryly.

He proceeds to sit at his desk, setting a timer, and watches the students do their quiz. After a few minutes the school principal comes in and whispers something in his ear, at which he promptly gets up and follws her out in the hall.

The students, who are either immersed in the test, or happily studying the back of their eyelids don't notice anything until Mr. Blackburn comes back. He slams the door shut, and sets the timer off, a loud buzz fills the room. The students either wake up, or look up, all focused on the teacher and the noise.

"Students," he begins, "I'm afraid we've got a little problem. Billy Smith has been beaten up pretty badly..... he is on his way to the hospital as we speak. It seems there's a bully on the loose in this school, one who's hurting people badly. If you have any idea who it may be, any help would be greatly appreciated.

"And.. watch yourselves in the hallways after class. There's a half hour left of this class, but you'll be safe while you're here."

Poor Billy, in the hospital, all beat up. We'd better find these bullies.

You have 24 hours, begin your voting.

After all the votes have been tallied and someone has been lynched, the break between classes, or Night Phase begins.

Good luck.

Awesome RP, guys.

NPC kill in about eight hours

Vahk:

The musical is up to you, you're the ones acting in it Also, I was intending to make this the OOC thread, you just beat me too it. Nyet

Celes:

No name, as far as I know. Do you think it needs one? Do the rest of you?

Welcome to Werewolf Six

The Players

Merelas - Walter Mortonson

Lady Celes Crusader - Tiffany Wood

Tanuchan - Arielle Thompson

HappyBuddha - Chandler Achtobowski

Jameez - Bina Jamhausen

Elwen - Lia Litrell

Eirishluck - Jamie Medler

dragonqueen - Laurie Vayes

Vahktang - Methew John "Peter"

MeThinksUFoolish - Joe Richards

Nave - Rupert Readan

Gnarlitch - Richard Smith

DeanTheAdequate - MEAT

Katzaniel - Jaquie Katz

Vanessa - Reporter

Eyremon - Eric

The Scene:

Your average every day high school, kids randomly milling about, people talking, people gossiping. Here and there is the occasional couple, hiding from the principal, but this school has a dirty secret!

The Problem:

Bullies! Beating kids up, taking their money! Even hospitalizing them!

The day starts, before first period, you're in the commons room. Interact, introduce, have fun. The first 'slaughter' will be Friday afternoon, EST, and then first period (Day Phase) begins, then your break between classes (night phase), before going to your second period (day phase again).

Cheers, and have fun.

Deggy

I was talking about me personally

You don't know what I went through to get these people to NOT vote for me.

OOC, IC.

Whatever you want to do. You can claim whatever you like, in PM.

Because I don't want more people to deal with

What first question?

I think I'll close the signup now.

Sorry to anyone who didn't get in, but wanted too.

Game starts...

How about Friday?

Edit, since Katz is evil.

PM whoever you want, as many times as you want. Just make sure I get a copy of every single one

I'm cute 'n' loveable.

Or a manipulative bastard.

Take your pick

"You think *I* am the killer? And you too, Nathaniel?" Markus looks at the men disbilieving. "I swore it, on the family and the love I've lost. I've never killed anyone in my life.

"I've nothing left to live for, except to start a new life, away from the sins I've commited. If you want to kill me know, may God judge you." He turns slowly and walks away, tears falling from his eyes onto the ground.

OOC: Dean? Bad wolf.

A vote for Dean

Yeah, I know.

It's a little early, but the current game's over in 2 days, at the most, so I figured, why not.

The setting is going to be your average every day High School. You'll be playing the students that attend the High School (duh).

We'll have a seer, and a baner. No special rules or none of that crap

After long and careful though I have decided I will allow PM alliances between the students, to simulate the cliqueshness of a real HS. I'll be asking for copies of any PMs sent, however, just for safety's sake .

DO NOT SAY YOU'RE THE SEER, OR BANER OOC FOR *ANY* REASON WHATSOEVER.

I'll be waiting about a week after the end of the current game to start this one, mainly because I've got AP tests and what not

Cheers, and let the signups begin.

Deggy.

OOC: I'm lost IC. I have no idea what's going on at this point.

IC: Markus black looks on, watching the proceedings.

Abraham, a murderer? Maybe. Maybe not. To hell if I know, but we've got to go with someone, and he's the best of the bunch right now.

OOC again: Vote for Abraham Cartwright/Vahktang.

And, on a completely different note, Vahk, I really don't like your little I'm innocent card, in the slightest. It's almost a form of cheating, in my opinion.

(OOC: since we're all doing this, I might as well too.

I'm not claiming to be the hunter. But I'm now olf, and I don't believe Celes *is* the hunter. I thnk she's a a wolf in hunter's clothing.)

Markus nods at Nathaniel. "Thank you, sir. I honestly don't know what's gotten into these people. Anyone claiming to be able to protect us has a death wish, since the killers can hear. They might take one out, but they'll die themselves. No one wants to die. No one would say that unless they were the killers.

He looks directly at Charlotte.

"You, I've said it before. I do not believe."

"You want to kill me? Fine, you're not the first ones who could say that. But as I've said before, Charlotte, your way of condemning innocents to their death isn't very reassuring of your desire to protect those very same innocents." Markus says, half sadly.

He looks at her, only sadness in his eyes, then looks at the small girl.

"You want me dead also?" He chuckles to himself, a despairing sound. "All my life, the only thing that has brought me consistent happiness in the darkess I've walked through. Children. And now one wants me dead. Irony at it's finest."

He pulls off his hat and throws his cigarette to the ground.

"If you think an innocent man guilty. If killing me will make you feel better. Then I guess you're gonna do it anyways. I'd suggest you find the person actually doing these murders, though." Markus sets his hat down on the ground, turns, and walks away, leaving it sit there.

He walks into his wagon and lies down, thinking to himself while smoking a cigarette.

First people hate me because I'm poor. They take everything I love from me, and send me off into Hell.

Then they hate me because I'm rich. They want what I earned. What I paid in my own blood to get. And they want to kill me for it.

Now they hate me because I speak my mind. Because I want to find the person that's killing them off. And again, they want to kill me for it.

And that child. Everyone thinks she nows things, but she really doesn't. She's just a scared little gitl in a place she doesn't know, and more innocent people are dying for it.

with that last thought, Markus falls into a troubled sleep.

"My scars are my own, girl. From working for the money I have and keeping myself safe while doing it. You say you hunted down the people who killed your family. I think you ARE the person who killed your family"

Markus looks at Charlotte's scars, then pulls his own shirt off over his head. His chest, stomach, and back are all covered in scars.

"Anyone can get scars, anywhere," He says, looking at her. "be it killing, or defending. You could have got those as easily murdering people who didn't want to be murdered as protecting people from it. I don't believe you. My scars may not exactly be from protecting people, but I've never killed anyone in my life. Can you say the same?"

He throws his shirt to the ground, standing across from Charlotte letting the firelight play across his pink scars.

"I don't think you can. I do believe you got those scars from killing, and," he turns to look at the rest of the people gathered, "if you don't believe it's her, you're just setting yourself up to die."

Markus walks up to the campfire between the wagons where they stopped for the night. He looks around at each wagon, and looks at all the people.

He slowly shakes his head, then goes inside his own tent to wait for daybreak.

OOC: Charlotte Gainsbourg/Celes