((Sorry Fizz, but what the crap. I just got home now, and for the past couple of days computers weren't accessable. I apologize for apparently being a total jerk if I didn't want to crap post on this while I was uninspired.))

Cori felt blood rushing to her face as a boy commented about her being up there, then apologized for James' death. She quietly stood, a bit stunned and speechless as he wrote something in what must have been a journal. Someone else who truely cared about solving the mystery of the insane killer. Before Corrine could speak again, Ziggy hissed wildly at Neil, seeming to be upset by something, and from what she knew of the cat, there could be a feline-induced injury. By some sort of magic, the black cat calmed, and the boy who had spoken was eyeing Kiri's pet suspiciously, obviously deep in though.

"Yes, um, thank you." There was a slightly awkward lack of words for Corrine, as she hadn't expected anyone to bring up James. Her eyes brightened again as she remembered how to place sentances together to speak, and she began to do so again. She directed her line of sight to Kiri, who had posed an important question. "Well, I forgot if I'd already metioned this, but the three teachers were all found in their rooms, though all mixed, and all of them were hanging, but none of them died that way. Also, there was a little emblem beneath Professor Plum, one that showed all of the zodiac signs. I think the killer has a thing for horoscopes. Anyways, I'd suggest that anyone who had thought of anything speak up, because the faster we solve this, the faster the killer is behind bars."

[[I am making angry faces at everyone but the Overlords, Ferro, and Fox. To everyone else: WE can NOT do this ALONE. You joined a roleplay that had a 12 person cap. If you were not gonna be active why'd you take the spot? This is a wonderful roleplay. You make Newt sad.]]

((Hahaha that's awesome, I totally agree! :D

And I will also be leaving for ten days without internet starting wednesday! *is shot*))

((Its alright... Um... Winter, should we re-register some new players? Or go on with much fewer then we began with? I'll delete this post if you don't like it.))

One of the members supposed to enter the meeting would not arrive. Ever. Wrists had been slashed early that morning, a muffled scream of agony. No one noticed. No one would. Window curtains rattled softly above the now-limp body, letting the light stream down to the knife, the blood, the mess of hair above the pale skin. It was a suicide. Or... so it seemed. There just happened to be a distinctive pattern of pewter stars leading right up to the body.The dead. Limp. Finished, body-of Raphael.