-After Jailing Sakura-
Bullet Rift closed the door to his room and headed downstairs to the massive congregation in the lobby. Chatter was loud, and the guests were all still in shock of the latest kills.
"Do you think we caught the right one?"
"I think she
deserved to go to Jail, killer or not."
"Why am I here in my bathrobe?"
"NIFI AND LANZER = <3"
"Why does the caged bird sing?"
The noise was too much.
If only there was some way to silence them, even if it was just for a minute... Bullet thought to himself. He headed over to the indoor gazebo and proceded to ask the Bartender for a drink. A large glass of Dr.Zaeyde would do him well. He took a few sips and headed to a couch near the pool tables.
"So... much... noise..." Bullet complained, sitting down next to Jeff Jarret.
"Oh hush. Do you want some cheese with your whine?" Jeff sneered.
"Why do you always have to be so...? Forget it."
"Yeah yeah... Sorry."
Bullet stared toward the ceiling, reflecting. The kill yesterday was a shock to everyone. Nobody expected Hirun to die that way. Granted, it was random, but nobody expected a Murder at the Snipeton, besides the fact of the horribly cliched name. At that moment, everything seemed to slow down and be peaceful.
"You know... there may be a killer out there, but there are over (x) people in this hotel. It'd be completely rare that one of us 2 would be killed. If you want quiet, just head to your room, take a nap or something..." Jeff interrupted, rotating the glass of Diet IHD in his hand.
The noise of the crowded lobby returned and Bullet gazed toward the hotel restaurant. Something was off to him... Like an ominous feeling was comming from that direction. A cloaked figure stood near the breakfast buffet, pointing a black rod in their direction...
"...What's up with that man over there?" he asked quickly.
"I don't know. Hotel staff? An old man with a cane?..." Jeff said slyly, "...A sniper? Hah, you're so paranoi--"
Suddenly, a shot rang out. People scrambled, looking for where it shot. Bullet didn't. The quiet returned, but only for him. Horror. He knew where it came from, and sat there horrified, dropping his soda. Murder. Jeff slumped over, bleeding slowly down his arm. The only thing he could hear was the words of the sniper as he walked by slowly... "
Cast in the name of God. Ye not Guilty."
"AAAAAAAUGH!"
"Aww damn. He ruined the shirt I lent him..." Shoy said from the other side of the room.
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{{Her dreams went out the door, when she turned twentyfour--}}
