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Post by LadyEvatrice on May 5, 2017 4:01:00 GMT
The final twilight listed in the Witch's Epitaph arrived, and with it, the existential dread of the dawn of a new day. After the results of the past few twilights, it was quite a shock that one guest wasn't present. The remaining investigator and detectives came upon the sole marked victim of the ninth twilight in his brother's room, his body dangling from the ceiling fan in the room. Jason Dean Byers showed no signs of a struggle on his corpse, rather a resigned and depressed look was forever on his face. The rope he used could have come from a servants' room, and curiously, a cobweb lay in the corner of the room untouched.
The ninth twilight has commenced, and the witch will revive.
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Post by Cry on May 5, 2017 11:29:59 GMT
((I'll let Spacey reply to this first, but all I can think of him hanging himself from the ceiling fan and someone accidentally turning it on, scaring the shit out of them as JD's lifeless corpse swings around the room))
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Post by SpaceyQueeny on May 5, 2017 21:02:16 GMT
(CRY!!)
Veronica froze as she walked in, tears coming to her eyes for the first time since they'd been there. This was too far.. Too much.. Her moves were just automated as she stood on the bed and untied the rope that hung her best friend from the ceiling. She laid him on his brother's vacated bed and sat beside him, crying.
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Post by gillianquigley on May 5, 2017 23:12:25 GMT
Mikan stepped in, staring at the now empty noose and listening to the tears of one Veronica Sawyer. She glanced over towards the corpse and gasped at the sight of JD, who looked like he was having a peaceful rest. However this time, he was never waking up. "Veronica?" The nurse peeped and made her way towards the other side of the bed, taking her hand and stretching it across the cadaver. She shrunk again, knowing the last time someone was mourning, the said person murdered someone in cold blood. "Should... should... should I leave?"
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Post by SpaceyQueeny on May 7, 2017 3:26:57 GMT
Veronica's voice was small, barely there and it almost hurt to hear. "He's gone.. I can't believe he's gone.. I don't want to be alone... I'm so scared... I don't want to die..." Sobs racked her body as tears flowed freely down her face.
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