Train Murder Mystery

ninjagirl • 14 July 2013 at 7:25 AM

@22fireboy We were hoping to start it a while back, but then this weather happened and it won't be gone for a while, and after that @bubble-slice has holidays and right after that one of my relatives is visiting and he barely visits, so he's visiting for two weeks then. So maybe sometime in August?

bubble-slice • 14 August 2013 at 4:32 PM

@dada_dragon
@nightmare
@22fireboy
@inkstep

@ninjagirl ping the rest? 😸

First class intro:

You've boarded the London Express about four hours ago. Everyone is either sitting peacefully or in their bedroom minding their own business.The train is obviously not going as fast as it should be going. Slow and bumpy, who knows how long you'll be sitting here. It's louder down towards the last carriage where the restless second class are sitting. The conductor keeps saying ''ALL ABOARD TUUUT TUUT'' at random followed by some odd laughter. Then out of nowhere comes a strange darkness. Everyone starts to panic a little but they remain seated. You try stay as calm as possible. A few minutes later the lights turn back on and more people begin to scream. ''Leslie, LESLIE ARE YOU AWAKE?'' is all you can here from a man a few seats ahead of you. ''LESLIE KINGSFORD HAS BEEN STABBED, IS THERE A DOCTOR ON BOARD?'' the man screams. The conductor, followed by some staff members, take the body to the 'staff only' room. Leslie Kingsford has just been murdered. You are all witnesses and suspects, is there a detective on board?

ninjagirl • 14 August 2013 at 4:37 PM

@fluffamun
@marinalily
@hedwig68

Second Class Intro:
Who knows how long you've boarded the train? No one seems to have a watch on them. Of course they wouldn't have a watch, most of them don't even have shoes. You sit on the floor patiently hoping soup time is soon. Others in this filthy old carriage are begging for their soup. There are guards standing outside the carriage to make sure they don't escape, but they constantly keep leaving to go get some drinks or use the bathroom or talk to passengers. This gives most people a chance to escape. It would be obvious that you're a second class citizen since of the way you're dressed and the smell of cigarettes off of your clothes.The carriage is already dark enough but it appears to get darker. None of them panic but they can hear shrieks from the first class area. A few minutes later the lights return. It's still pretty dark in here though. You stay close to the door to try make out what the first class are panicking about. ''LESLIE KINGSFORD HAS BEEN STABBED,"
A death on this train? This ought to be interesting. You wonder if there's a detective on board.

( @bubble-slice is that it? I think that's it XD)

bubble-slice • 14 August 2013 at 4:46 PM

@ninjagirl
yeh I think so. You forgot to mention that that's the second class intro 😋

marinalily • 15 August 2013 at 11:37 AM

@bubble-slice @ninjagirl

Clive and Mariel both were giddy from excitement. They were first class passengers! Massive surprise inheritance, indeed. As they laughed and whispered amongst themselves like small children, they began to notice the other first-classers giving them haughty looks- like they could see through their expensive attire and into the poor children inside.

Needless to say, the twins quickly settled down.

Instead, they used the time to slowly take in their surroundings, with the ornate decorations and the quality seats. Actually, the whole place was finely decorated and quite well-off. They couldn't manage to keep the grins off their faces.

"This feels quite like a dream," Mariel whispered, looking around to see the other, beautifully dressed ladies around her and the train itself.
"We just need to fit in," Clive muttered back. "We're one if them now."
Mariel almost snorted at that. "I don't see why we should," she said. "I mean we're paying-"

All of a sudden, the lights turn off. Both twins blinked, not sure if that should be happening in the first class caboose. Probably not, judging from the screams around them.

Fumbling for each other's hand in the dark, bothtwins sat silently as they waited out the dark, not even trying to be heard over the distressed calls of the other passengers.

"Leslie?" A man calls. "Are you awake?"

The lights slowly turn back on, and Mariel and Clive can both clearly see the man is standing over a body, who they assumed was probably the Leslie he was calling for.

She was stabbed.

A few ladies faint, but both of the twins watch wide-eyed as the staff carries her body away. That could've been them. Each twin grips the other's hand harder as they thank their lucky stars.

"I hope there's a detective on board," Clive mutters.

jupiter_hollow • 15 August 2013 at 2:23 PM

@ninjagirl @bubble-slice I can finally join and rejoice in your awesomeness. You two are my utmost coolest coolies >w<

~Worker form~

Name: Eytan Yin Ayax
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Job: Mechanic. Originally a stoker, but is promoted hence his knowledge about mechanics (albeit brief) and the lack of an actual mechanic. Needless to say, he isn't good in what he does. Not the least bit. I mean, the train is practically in danger because he can't do anything properly (that and he just doesn't care).
Personality: Withdrawn and detached from groups, preferring loneliness to the company of another human being. Seems cold and uncaring from a distance, rather merciless too. He's nonchalant (doesn't care about anything or anyone) and laid back, to the point of bordering on nihilistic. He's a misfit and rebel in all his might, but also a peacemaker. Loud arguments are disliked with a passion, so he prefers to either make peace or make war with a heavy fist, instead of verbal attacks. His morals are twisted - he is both a helper and a destroyer, depending on his level of sanity at the given moment. When not adrenaline pumped, he tends to answer in a monotone manner and doesn't bother enough to budge for anyone. Casual chatter is meaningless in his non-caring opinion, so he prefers actions in front of words.
Appearance: Averagely tall, standing at a height of 6'1 with a firm and strong built, but lacking any muscles. His tanned skin is a result of years spent in roaming under the scorching sun. Shortly cropped hair, dark brown (nearly black) in color, often sticking upwards for whatever reasons or brushed backwards on some occasions. Muddy dark brown eyes. In short, nothing special to look at. But, he compensates with tattoos. In total, his body is decorated with 13 pictures. Four tribal tattoos, a few japanese signs, one dedicational rose tattooed on his bicep. A vined christ plastered on the left side of his neck, the thorned vines wrapped around his throat and continuing to his shoulder, where it connects to the dedicational rose. The vines continue even lower, wrapping around his arm to the elbow. A snow white dove on the outside of his left elbow, also wrapped in vines. A tiger's head on his left hand and a bleeding heart drawn on his chest, barb wire going through it. His overall dark appearance is accentuated by black leather jacket, dark jeans and boots. He had a steal ring of his thumb, with a christ on it.
Other: RTR. Alike most workers, he's provided a shoebox room to properly live in, but trades the rocky bed for the train's roof (except when he sleeps). No, seriously. He spends most of his time on the train's actual top. The daily dose of adrenaline is important to him.