Clue rpg

The Half-Blood Prince said:
ooc: Oh, and by the way, I made a new rule. EVERYTHING you type here must be grammatically correct. (I want to see how long we can actually do it without making a mistake--gimme a break, I just went on a journalism convention :D ) The person who screws it up gets digitally punched in the face.
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ooc: That is mean. I don't know how to type right. I never had computers in my school.

Tell Ashley to use quotation marks.
 
The Half-Blood Prince said:
Wait, so am I still standing in the dining room or what?
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I don't know. Just come down to the basement and yell at us or something.
Anyway, I missed you. I had no one to rant about a certain someone. (someone that sings alot and thinks she's the best EVER)
 
The Half-Blood Prince said:
Digitally, yes. :D The next person will be kicked. Then get their hair torn out. Then get their hand chopped off. Then get their eyeballs plucked. And I'll think of more gruesome things. Mwahahaaa....
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ooc: How mean.

ic: "We have to give up our talents?"
 
ic: Mark turned around. Silence. No one was following him.

"Hello?" he called, in a mixture of anger and panic.

No response.

"Hello? Girls? Where did you go?"

Again no response.

Mark breathed a shaky sigh of anger. He felt the power tingle through him once more, but kept it at bay. There was no point in using it now. He started down the darkened hallway, past the glaring portraits, and started down the grand staircase to the foyer. He knew exactly where a small group of teenage girls would have gone. Where else to find out their secret lovers and foolish, materialistic futures than the Closet?
 
SaffronRose said:
"Apparently."

ooc: Hey, will we get yelled at for spelling errors? Because I'm not good at spelling.
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ooc: No, but you'll meet one of those rather painful fates listed above. I just want to see how long we can do it. You're all doing awesome so far. I have to admit, I've never seen Maggi write an error-free passage before. This is odd. Especially coming from the daughter of the journalism teacher. :D
 
ooc: lol. You're kind of a jerk about this Brad. You upset me.

ic: "Hey, is somebody coming down the stairs? HIDE!!!" Eden said, running to hide behind an old moldy couch.
 
SaffronRose said:
ooc: lol.

ic: "Hey, is somebody coming down the stairs? HIDE!!!" Eden said, running to hide behind an old moldy couch.
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ic: Mark heard Eden's panicked voice as he started down the steps to the basement. Holding out his hands, he managed to light up the room with silvery blue light. The Closet stood ajar on the opposite side of the room. Mark immediately turned to face the ancient couch seated on the left side of the basement and forced tendrils of heat through his outstretched fingertips--the couch rose into the air and crouching figures of Maggi and (?) were revealed.
 
The Half-Blood Prince said:
ic: Mark heard Eden's panicked voice as he started down the steps to the basement. Holding out his hands, he managed to light up the room with silvery blue light. The Closet stood ajar on the opposite side of the room. Mark immediately turned to face the ancient couch seated on the left side of the basement and forced tendrils of heat through his outstretched fingertips--the couch rose into the air and crouching figures of Maggi and (?) were revealed.
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ooc: Uh, yeah, I'm Eden. At least use my character name. Mr. Uptight spelling man. (Yes, I know that comeback was weak, but I'm tired.)
Adn we don't open the closet. There are spirits in there. We just slide paper under the door. They slide it back and have written stuff on it.

ic: "And where have you been Mr. I'm-I'm-going-to-save-you? We've been doing so much without your help." Eden snapped.
 
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