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Felix Hausten


Location: The Block - Apartment 3B


America. How long had this place existed? How long had this land of opportunity and glory existed? But how long had this place been filled with such juicy and rotten stories! These were the thoughts Felix had always thought about the country many detested but many also liked. Who cared about the country? What he cared about was the stories that lay within. The gang rivalries, the stories of lovers intertwined in some sort of tragic adventure that ends in a truly dramatic twist. Exploring these real life goings on had always appealed to Felix.

And that appeal had reached a peak when he had heard about the death of Peyton Glencross. It was labelled a suicide, and from what he had heard around various forums and links he had in America, it was a very suspicious suicide. What better timing! The current writers block he was facing was needing an end, inspiration was required. And in swoops this little treasure of Peyton's suicide. What better inspiration than a seemingly suspicious suicide. He'd found himself drawn to this. Like a moth to a lamp.

Everything was in order. He'd arrived at the airport, come out of the private plane his father's friend had let him use and took his belongings throwing them in the back of the movers truck. Before long he was at the block, jumping from the vehicle and admiring it with a grin. During the ride he'd heard stories. Oh such wonderful stories. Another suicide, closely tied to that of Peyton, a suicide, they were sisters. These thoughts raced through his mind as he walked to the apartment he had been given, taking everything with him.

On his last trip from the moving truck to the apartment he let out a giddy giggle, spreading his arms out in glee before, letting out a loud chuckle before making his way to his new apartment, placing his stuff carefully around the place, admiring the belongings of his new room mate laying around. He never had a room mate and perhaps it would also be a good inspiration for what he was calling "American Poison". An interesting title he was sure would catch on.

He smiled and went back downstairs, looking from the door to the building to the police tape, staring in astonishment. "My timing is impeccable as always, one day sooner and I would've been a suspect" He smirked, looking around as he shifted the leather jacket onto his body.














Interacting with: Lana @Charnobylisk JD @Lady Amalthea

Location: Back at the Party




he stared long and hard up above him, towards the first floor and what lay beyond that. The stairs were pretty much a no go zone and he didnt want to risk trying to climb what appeared to be a long endless track of obstacles he was sure he would fall victim to. Like the smart man he was convinced he was, he back off and took a deep sigh. Why couldn't he help? because he wasn't fast enough or perhaps because he wasn't strong enough, not like the rest of the guy who had somehow found their ways to the roof in no time flat it appeared. It appeared he was being left behind during all this commotion, even the press hadn't really got a hold of him, since he was dawdling around the ground floor, with nothing better to do at the moment.

This murder, it did strike deep within him. It reminded him that what happened to Peyton, was definetly not some coincedence, it was planned, it was no accident. Sure the official records said, suicide, but something just didn't feel right, and already something didn't feel right about this Dani figure. His interactions with her were non-existent, but from what he had seen and heard, she wasn't one to do what had suddenly went down during this grand celebration of life and coming together. Of course, if he had figured this out, someone else would and the police would be alerted. Another little frisking by the police wouldn' do him any harm...but he worried about his certain possessions in his apartment. Unlike Lana he didn't have everything under lock and key, so a few things with certain alarming details may be found.

He exitted the ground floor of the building and walked back out, sighing and running a hand through his hair. Lana was gone, great, she was probably freaking out about anything but the murder that had just happened before their eyes. Well, above to be precise. He took a glance at the corpse, his eyes scanning it from afar. It didn't scare him, it didn't bother him. He felt sorry for the girl with the new gun shot wound but besides that, just disgust at the shooter. He made his way to a quiet place before spotting JD and Lana. He looked a bit shaken and offered them up an eyebrow rise, too scared to cause a commotion if he approached them


Cynthia Arabara - Arrividerci


Cynthia was almost overjoyed that the two of them agreed to go with her, as she would be the first to admit she didn't expect them to accet her sheepish attempt at an invitation of adventure, that ebing one of her more...weaker areas. The girl seemed, nice she guessed? She wasn't alll that good at judging people, plus wasn't it like kinda rude to judge people based on their first words and actions, even though many of them had told each other what their talent was and all that huge shebang.

She smiled lightly at Xavier and Elizaeth. Xavier, he seemed like a good guy. She wasn't sure what he collected but man! He got her jokes! Hardly anyone ever got her jokes! A huge grin spread on her face as she stood by Xavier. Her brain raced, yes, she had to come up with jokes to fit him now! It would be perfect! People always loved it when she made puns and jokes that related to them, that was usually what she did when she was back in her garden!

She tilted her head and walked forwards, in hopes the other two would follow her. "C'mon then! To the storage room right? We better be careful in case a huge giant box drops on us!" She smiled wide and patted down her flowery dress that had a few grass stains on the hem.
Ah okay, lemme edit the post.







Interacting with: Jeremy @Pundii





Lyle had never seen a fresh body like this before. He'd never seen a body at a crime scene before, always in files he accepted from clients or he retrieved from the files he could hack. This was up close...he'd never seen anything like this. He'd never dreamed of seeing something like this. His sister had warned him of seeing things like this as soon as he began work on his law degree. His friends always taught of how they would hurt people. But not like this. He never expected this.

As the body descended to the ground and crashed against the table he made no sound. His eyes narrowed. He would by lying if he wasn;t expecting something horrible to happen, not at something of this magnitude, but he could tell what the verdict was before anyone said, he looked around, unsure what to do. He wanted to help, he wanted to run. His mind raced relentlessly before he took a deep breath.

Like that he was off running after Jeremy and the detective to the apartment where the girl had fallen from. He didn't know Dani well, he'd made it his task to try not to get close to anyoone, of course some people he did get to know, but Dani was one he simply knew nothing about. He didn't like that, he hated the idea of knowing simply nothing about someone. It made them an enigma to him..ad now she was dead and there was nothing he could do. He carefully navigated his way to the stairs before realising those stairs he was heading for didn't exist. Great, he was stuck there. He looked up and realised they might have caught someone.

"HEY IS THERE ANYONE UP THERE!" He called up, breathing heavily before muttering. "This is just bloody typical.."

Cynthia Arabara - Age, Regret, Reward


This was all going very fast. Not that she was complaining or anything, Cynthia was just taken aback by the pace at which the events were progressing already. People splitting up...it was really like they were trying to be a team already. This made her kind of smile, as she watched everyone. Everyone had talents they could use well, she wanted to help too! But like gardening was a good skill in a place like this. She sighed. She didn't want to die, and even then, people probably knew how handy she was with a pair of garden shears. Being a murder suspect was nothing she wanted...so to that logic she didn't want any killing. Not that blood scared her, it just didn't sound like a good idea.

She wasn't sure how to intorduce herself to anyone else now either, everything was going so strange. She saw some guy panicking, seemingly trying to engage in some social act. Somebody did say trios...and there were only two there...it would be appropriate. She walked over to Elizabeth, Ultimate artist, an activity Cynthia always thought was beautiful and Xavier, Ultimate Collector. She was intrigued to what kind of things he collected...

"Uh, hello there, may I join you two...you seem nice to hang out with and I'm sure our going together could help us grow an idea of whats going on" She smiled at her own pun and curtsied slightly to them.







Interacting with: Lana @Charnobylisk Jeremy @Pundii, Detective Roy @Lady Amalthea





Lyle must've been one of the only people not really mingling so easily. He glanced to and from, poking his glasses up his nose as he leaned against the wall, sipping on a glass of vodka he had. He still found it odd. He was expected to not show any suspicion or nervous tendencies, as was everyone else, he was under the impression everyone was content with just leaning back and enjoying the day. He used to attend every party, he never really went there out of pure joy at first, he went cos he supposed he was expected. So here he was, coming here to show face. He liked the atmosphere, a smile was on his face, observing everything. He shrugged as he looked through the crowd. To him, it felt like not mingling was a bad idea, so it would be a good idea to start with one of the new block mates.

Sighing, he refilled his glass and glanced to Lana as she passed him. "Yes yes, don't rush me, I'm not That anti-social you know" With that he made his way through the crowd, idly glancing around to see who was present. He recognised a lot of people, but he wasn't sure if he was recognise din turn, which was exactly how he liked it. Lyle was hardly one for the whole ordeal of attention, especially with those whole media hoo ha going on currently, cameras in his face was something that simply did not appeal to him. Now, messing with the police and getting a chance to talk to the new very appealing guy. That was an opprunity he couldn't pass up.

He approached Jeremy and the Detective with a small smile, his eyes kinda glancing over Jeremy, like a scanner and idly eyeing up the detective like an afterthought. "Evening gents, wonderful fiasco of a party we have going here don't we? So glad we have the trusted and loyal protection of the PD on our side" He smirked at the detective and then to Jeremy. He'd heard of him, treasure hunter or something? Sounded kinda like some kind of lie, but Lyle had some sort of unbelievable past also, so this guy being a treasure hunter was very much a posibility. "Jeremy, right? Didn't think i'd see you at this...gathering"
Cynthia Arabara - Gold Experience


Everything had changed. This was a new dawn, a new experience for Cynthia and she was not ready for this big change. She wanted change, she didn't want everything to be normal forever, but this wasn't the change she wanted. Her heart raced, her mind raced. Everything was racing. Her body was on over drive. The smaller green haired girl's eyes darted around as she hesitantly walked into the place where everyone else was. So many people. She wasn't used to this. This was a big change, too much, too much people. She listened, she learned. She understood completely, it made sense somehow, she knew this was what was happening. Now she was ready, she clenched her fists.

She shook a little, going to a wall and trying to lean against it, kinda eyes wide and her head staring up at where the bear had just departed. She was scared, that was for sure. You couldn't see it on her face, but she was terrified, she just looked nervous and anxious. But that was a usual. "Oh hello....my name is Cynthia Arabara, the ultimate Gardener, you all seem nice, I'm happy to meet you all..."

Still need 2 more huh? Well I can make one more sheet I suppose


It will hopefully be done by tonight
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