#plot drop starter

[elizabeth-archibald]

Everything was going smoothly as the game started. People was having fun and they were trying to guess the main game’s killer...until it wasn’t a game anymore when she went to check the ‘dead man’ yet...this one was actually dead. Elizabeth’s heart stopped for a moment and all she could hear was people screaming and shots from guns mixing up with the screams. Her first thought was Lottie. She started to look for her but she couldn’t find her anywhere until she saw her lying on the floor, blood surrounding her but Spencer got her, but that didn’t let her move...she kept staring at her sister until she felt something hitting her back, making the shot throw her on the floor and lose consciousness.

[gabrielvbeaumont]

( &&. OPEN )

My, my, my, the Irish and the Russians certainly had gotten their hands dirty tonight.

Presently, Gabriel found himself scaling the perimeters of the party, not for the sake of running away, but for finding a better vantage point. Lucy referred to him as a cat: Fine. He would scale the rafters like a predator in search of prey. Gabriel had been caught unawares and made a victim once before, but never again. Never again. He was making his way towards the upper level, which would lead to the second floor balcony of the party, when he nearly barreled into a man making his way towards him. The one from earlier; the one he’d given the finger to at the party. The one he’d recognized as a mobster attempting to wear sheepskin.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty boy? We need to finish what we started earlier--I saw you talking with one of them. The Corsicans never did know how to play nice, did they?” There was a growl that rumbled in his voice, a snarl indicative of a streak of vindictiveness and violence, and as he reached for his hip (and the gun likely concealed underneath), Gabriel grabbed a walking stick among several canes and umbrellas tossed inside a stand nearby--long, made of blackwood and bearing a silver and emerald-encrusted snake head and refined to a rounded silver-tipped point. He tested the weight of the stick in one hand, then rounded on the man in a swinging arc, cracking him aside the head. The stranger staggered, swearing, yanking his gun out of its holster. Pity. He really was still going to try and shoot, wasn’t he? Gabriel stalked forward, his suit jacket billowing behind him as he hoisted the walking cane, twirling it in his hand. At the same moment the man squeezed the trigger, Gabriel jerked forward and impaled him through the throat with the cane. The bullet grazed Gabriel’s arm, causing him to hiss as the man slumped back against the wall, sliding to the floor and clutching at his throat as blood sprayed across the walls and the front of his suit.

“Now look what you’ve done,” he said quietly, gazing down at his clothes and then at the man twitching below him. “You’ve gone and ruined my suit.”

[justroyalbyblood]

Alivia was sat on the bench outside her apartment building, Elysian Fields, in a state of numb shock holding a paper cup of coffee in one hand. The caffeine was doing nothing to stop the shaking in fact it was probably just making it worse at this point, but the warmth from it was at least some kind of comfort. It was still hard to process that someone in the very building she lived in had died, not just that but there was potentially some kind of foul play going on which was incredibly unsettling. The lawyer had seen Mr Walker only the night before, they’d smiled at each other in the elevator as she always did when she came across someone in there, and now he was just gone. Seeing a figure block the sun in front of her the woman looked up. “Sorry, I was in my own world...”