Anael de Ezra, overall, was pleased with what had happened the day before. She had no idea that there was going to be an uprising of people who wanted to leave, but it gave her a chance to slip away unnoticed. She was getting sick of that messy hotel, anywho, and she had business to conduct at home, which…was, convienently, close to the hotel.
As she walked up to her doorway, Ezra began to dig through her pockets, looking for the front door key. “Damnit, where is it?” She sighed, then reached under a rock in the yard, which had a sign on it that read, “THERE IS NO SPARE KEY UNDER THIS ROCK”, and, fulfilling a contradiction, pulled out a spare key and opened the front door.
A layer of dust had fallen over the room in the time it had spent unused, and Ezra's first priority was to attempt to get rid of some of it. She was not successful, and dropped her luggage onto the ground, then fell into her bed. “I could really use a nap right now, but I need to unpack…” she mumbled, then promptly drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up, Ezra discovered, thanks to her alarm clock, that’d she’d fallen asleep for five hours, and she had to be at work in an hour. Ezraimmediately began to rush around her room, collecting things together and changing into her uniform. “AGH! If I’m late, I’ll be fired! I already used up all my sick days for this vacation!” She threw the suitcase aside, into a corner. She would deal with it later.
Amongst all this, a doorbell rang. She ran to the door, urgently, then stood up on tiptoe and looked through the peephole.
The last thing she heard was a rather loud gunshot as a bullet shot through the door and into her skull.
--
Clues were proving to be quite helpful to the people who were still alive. Someone had tipped them off that the Sniper’s name supposedly “started with a T” and as such, continued to follow this rule. It seemed that most everyone agreed, as the voting was surprisingly efficient. Shortly after they were finished, The Peanut Smuggler stood up and announced, “The final result is that…I’m going to jail. Darnit.”
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, a debate was taking place.
“So who are we going to vote for?”
“PETEY WILLIAMS!”
“ISMARU WINDSOUL!”
“CHAOTIC IMAGINATION!”
”SIBEIKO!”
“ZEN FALLPAW!”
“VELIOFI!”
“Moo.”
“WHAT THE COW SAID!”
From outside the door, someone asked, “So who are you guys voting for already?”
“TOUCH MY WAFFLES!” was the first name out of anyone’s mouth.
The voice responded back, “Okay then!” Shortly afterward, they returned with Touch My Waffles and The Peanut Smuggler, who were thrown into the ballroom.
“…Well, this sucks. Still haven’t caught the Sniper.”
Elsewhere, Untz Untz Meru had snuck out of the hotel. It was his personal job to get clues from the Sniper, but he had had it with it. The rest of the people would have to figure it out on their own.
As she walked up to her doorway, Ezra began to dig through her pockets, looking for the front door key. “Damnit, where is it?” She sighed, then reached under a rock in the yard, which had a sign on it that read, “THERE IS NO SPARE KEY UNDER THIS ROCK”, and, fulfilling a contradiction, pulled out a spare key and opened the front door.
A layer of dust had fallen over the room in the time it had spent unused, and Ezra's first priority was to attempt to get rid of some of it. She was not successful, and dropped her luggage onto the ground, then fell into her bed. “I could really use a nap right now, but I need to unpack…” she mumbled, then promptly drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up, Ezra discovered, thanks to her alarm clock, that’d she’d fallen asleep for five hours, and she had to be at work in an hour. Ezraimmediately began to rush around her room, collecting things together and changing into her uniform. “AGH! If I’m late, I’ll be fired! I already used up all my sick days for this vacation!” She threw the suitcase aside, into a corner. She would deal with it later.
Amongst all this, a doorbell rang. She ran to the door, urgently, then stood up on tiptoe and looked through the peephole.
The last thing she heard was a rather loud gunshot as a bullet shot through the door and into her skull.
--
Clues were proving to be quite helpful to the people who were still alive. Someone had tipped them off that the Sniper’s name supposedly “started with a T” and as such, continued to follow this rule. It seemed that most everyone agreed, as the voting was surprisingly efficient. Shortly after they were finished, The Peanut Smuggler stood up and announced, “The final result is that…I’m going to jail. Darnit.”
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, a debate was taking place.
“So who are we going to vote for?”
“PETEY WILLIAMS!”
“ISMARU WINDSOUL!”
“CHAOTIC IMAGINATION!”
”SIBEIKO!”
“ZEN FALLPAW!”
“VELIOFI!”
“Moo.”
“WHAT THE COW SAID!”
From outside the door, someone asked, “So who are you guys voting for already?”
“TOUCH MY WAFFLES!” was the first name out of anyone’s mouth.
The voice responded back, “Okay then!” Shortly afterward, they returned with Touch My Waffles and The Peanut Smuggler, who were thrown into the ballroom.
“…Well, this sucks. Still haven’t caught the Sniper.”
Elsewhere, Untz Untz Meru had snuck out of the hotel. It was his personal job to get clues from the Sniper, but he had had it with it. The rest of the people would have to figure it out on their own.
Anael de Ezra has been sniped.
Touch My Waffles and The Peanut Smuggler have been jailed.
Untz Untz Meru, the Newsreporter, has gone inactive.
