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[rileyfitzpatrick]

“Consider me charmed – like Cinderella at the ball,” Riley quipped at her peculiar friend. If this were anyone else, they would probably be offended that they were joking over murder. Though in Riley’s mind – at least they were still joking. “So who do you think did it? Mrs. Peacock? Colonel Mustard? Oh, no it’s most certainly Professor Plum, I just, just – have a feeling.”

[ceallachan-blog1]

“professor plum, really? i have my suspicions about miss scarlet.” the more macabre the subject, the happier cal is to joke about it, and a murder so close to home is exactly his brand of fun. “but will the culprit come forward, that’s the real thinker. and where the fuck is she?” if whoever took the body buried her somewhere boring, the disappointment will haunt him forever.

[goldenstarsrpg-blog]

   An impish grin curled onto Ainsley’s lips – finally, someone who felt the same as she. More secrets had just been brought to life, and Ainsley wanted to discover them. “I sure do,” The brunette answered flippantly, raising an eyebrow. “Though I’m much more curious about where this mysterious dead body has ran off to. And why.” 

[ceallachan-blog1]

“i hope it’s in the mansion somewhere. rotting away. and i’m dying to know who took it.” he’s refraining from having any solid theories just yet, positive that there’s going to be more developments in this little mystery before long. “what do you think, anyone look particularly suspicious t’you?”

[rileyfitzpatrick]

“What callous thing will Ceallachán say next,” Riley mused, with a look of fake thought on her face. “Stay tuned for the savagery folks.”  

[ceallachan-blog1]

“i’m just bein’ honest. they say it’s the best policy, like.” and maybe, just maybe, he says these things to get a reaction. but he already knew riley wouldn’t react the way he’d expect others to. “savagery is part of my charm.”

[fallen-after-midnight]

[seangrady-blog]

“Sylvia’s parents probably don’t. The school probably doesn’t. The court case that might happen if they find out what went down isn’t gonna be too fun or mysterious.” Just to name a couple. Sean’s offhanded remarks to the lounging body was mostly just off handed. He didn’t really have too much of a stake in the death, at last he tried not to. He continued moving about the area, looking for the trucks he’d screwed off his board to replace. Where was that damn thing?

[ceallachan-blog1]

“and yet none of that is our problem, is it? if anyone can cover up a death, it’s this society.” cal could care less about what sylvia’s parents or the school have to say about her disappearance. it’s not like it would come back to them anyway, surely. his head lolls back onto the cushion behind him, and he stretches out even more. good luck to anyone else looking to sit down here. lazy gaze follows sean, idle curiosity occupying some of his attention. “if you ask me, i think we should bring back the part of initiation where we kill off one of the pledges. make things more interesting again. are you looking for something?”

[ceallachan-blog1]

“i can’t be the only one who thinks it makes everything a bit more interesting.” he’s talking about her death, sylvia’s. and he’s a touch too blasé about it than would be appropriate. (maybe more than a touch, really.) “who doesn’t love a good mysterious death?” 

[emmythestar-blog]

“Two hours of track, one hour of tennis, one hour of breast stroke swimming, followed by a hour and a half of jogging equals a very sweaty me. Get out, unless you want a show.” Which most people pay me four or five figures for, Emmy thought mindlessly to herself. She was not self conscious in the slightest, Emmy had almost immediately stripped off her gym tights as soon as she had entered the house. “I need to shower.”

[ceallachan-blog1]

“first of all, that seems like a ridiculous amount of effort, what the fuck.” he casts an incredulous look in her direction, then takes a long moment to assess her state. he’ll never understand why anyone would want to spend hours upon hours exercising. “well. you are sweaty, but i was still here first.” and maybe preening grooming himself isn’t as pressing a matter, but the principle still stands. “i don’t care if you take a shower and show me your whole kit and caboodle, i’m not leaving.”