Chaos had overtaken the hotel for a period of several hours. Alliances with the Crazed Killer had been announced, huge arguments had been started, and all in all, everyone was in a general state of disarray. This had led to the capture of Labtech 103, the Crazed Killer. Problem solved, right? The hotel had calmed down, and people began to hope that nothing would go wrong from here on out. They were soon to find out if the Sniper had been caught as well, and maybe the vacation could even go on in peace for a while before the hotel staff kicked them out their rooms.
They were now gathered around the lobby as they had the past few days, conducting the voting, this time with a different hat. No one wanted to support someone suspicious, even through their clothing. Inasanemonkey1230 had taken over the voting, and left to tally the votes, returning quickly.
She stood up and announced enthusiastically, “DESDEMONA WINCHCOMBE!” as the collective of people turned around to face Des. “…I guess you guys are going to find out if I’m the Sniper or not, huh?” she commented, smiling eagerly.
Buzz came tumbling down the stairs, holding a notepad instead of a napkin as was the case before. “The jail would also like to vote Desdemona Winchcombe in!”
”Then it’s decided!” Inasane yelled as everyone besides Des formed into a mob, carrying her upstairs to the ballroom. The lock came off hastily, and she was thrown inside. Several minutes of awkward silence followed.
“…Isn’t something going to happen?” someone asked?”
“Apparently I’m not the Sniper.” Des said, smiling. Steven trotted over and nudged her in the back, tripping her and ruining her moment of triumph.
The doors were shut again, and the mob headed back downstairs again, saddened. The Sniper was still on the loose.
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As the mob charged upstairs, Inasane sat back for a moment, pleased. That worked out well. Here, she was worrying that she’d get sniped or something, just because she led the jailing! What a silly idea. For now, though, it was about time to go to bed.
As she stood up, a shot rang out from somewhere above her, and she collapsed to the ground, blood spilling onto a coffee table, dripping off, and staining the carpet below her. Inasane’s last thought was of how much of a mess this would be for the janitors to clean up.
When the crowd came back down, they discovered the lone janitor on staff for the floor standing above Inasane’s dead body. “HE’S THE SNIPER! I KNEW IT!”
“Sniper? What are you talking about? I’m not cleaning this up. Body bags are in the closet. Go.”
They were now gathered around the lobby as they had the past few days, conducting the voting, this time with a different hat. No one wanted to support someone suspicious, even through their clothing. Inasanemonkey1230 had taken over the voting, and left to tally the votes, returning quickly.
She stood up and announced enthusiastically, “DESDEMONA WINCHCOMBE!” as the collective of people turned around to face Des. “…I guess you guys are going to find out if I’m the Sniper or not, huh?” she commented, smiling eagerly.
Buzz came tumbling down the stairs, holding a notepad instead of a napkin as was the case before. “The jail would also like to vote Desdemona Winchcombe in!”
”Then it’s decided!” Inasane yelled as everyone besides Des formed into a mob, carrying her upstairs to the ballroom. The lock came off hastily, and she was thrown inside. Several minutes of awkward silence followed.
“…Isn’t something going to happen?” someone asked?”
“Apparently I’m not the Sniper.” Des said, smiling. Steven trotted over and nudged her in the back, tripping her and ruining her moment of triumph.
The doors were shut again, and the mob headed back downstairs again, saddened. The Sniper was still on the loose.
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As the mob charged upstairs, Inasane sat back for a moment, pleased. That worked out well. Here, she was worrying that she’d get sniped or something, just because she led the jailing! What a silly idea. For now, though, it was about time to go to bed.
As she stood up, a shot rang out from somewhere above her, and she collapsed to the ground, blood spilling onto a coffee table, dripping off, and staining the carpet below her. Inasane’s last thought was of how much of a mess this would be for the janitors to clean up.
When the crowd came back down, they discovered the lone janitor on staff for the floor standing above Inasane’s dead body. “HE’S THE SNIPER! I KNEW IT!”
“Sniper? What are you talking about? I’m not cleaning this up. Body bags are in the closet. Go.”
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inasanemonkey1230 has been sniped.
Desdemona Winchcombe has been jailed.
Please vote now.
