NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is an RP for anyone who wishes to join. But you can only RP a few people. The different players will be performers in an international circus during a murder that took place in an isolated area. We will need "freaks" and someone needs to be the murderer.

Matthew was the cannon maintenance man. He was sitting down near the animal tent taking a long draught from a bottle of scotch. He heard a sound behind him as something rammed him in the stomach. He fell over coughing the scotch pouring from his mouth as something was slammed into the back of his head. He fell not quite dead until his neck was snapped...

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hmm. minor bump lalala wacka wacka waa. yo.

Joe, the William Tell archer, was the first to discover the body, bloodied and bruised. He ran away and called the Police. He hoped that they would arrive soon.

OOC: They're in an isolated area and have to solve it thereself.

Lenny was a dwarf with a huge amount of extra hair. When he heard what Joe had to say he ran and tried to call the Police. The phones weren't working and they were deep in a mountain pass they wouldn't be able to move until June. It was November.

Joe went, "AW CRAP! No po-pos...."
Joe was an Asian man adopted by two white people who didn't understand him. He hated them and ran off when he was 16, twenty years ago, to join the circius. He became the William-Tell archer when the previous guy accidentally shot his partner and commited suicide. Joe didn't like death at all, and was utterly freakd out by this situation.

Randol the Lion Caretaker came forward completely white faced and whispered into Lenny's ear (Lenny doesn't officially own the circus but he runs things) Lenny gulped and told the others to follow him. Whoever had killed Matthew had thrown him in with the lions. They had eaten the dead body. To eliminate the evidence...

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Wolfmann, a German immigrant who worked at the freak show whose name was literally in German "Wolfman" because of a disease that made him have wolf-like hair all over his body, noticed a group of men from the circus grouped together. He usually spoke German before speaking English. "Was ist es? What is it?" he said.

"One of the cannon maintainers was killed. We're trying to find out what happened....Now, who had the motive to kill this guy..." Joe went on to say.

OOC: Sorry for the delay. Had to clean out garage.

Lenny tapped his hairy foot and began to speak. "Well Matthew was a gambling man. Didn't he cheat Wolfmann out of twenty dollars in that poker game last week. And he once screwed me over at a brothel. That bastard left me to pay a big ass tab. I know that he was spying on Bertha and her girls. Joe" Joe turned to him. "Didn't he once tamper with one of your arrows and it hit a crowd member?"

OOC: Who wants to be the murderer. We'll probably have to wait for more people to arrive to decide who will be the murderer.

Have Joe as the murderer...he'll slow things down.

"Look" Lenny said trying to calm everyone down. "We'll have the dock boys guard the women and children tonight and for awhile. Nobody and I repeat nobody sleeps alone tonight. Got it?" Lenny stepped down from the podium and began gesturing everyone to the cars (big circus train car things) that they lived in.

"Ja eine gute militärische Taktik. So könnten wir herausfinden, wem der Mörder ist, wenn jemand herauf Tote sich dreht. Yes, a good military tactic. That way we could find out who the killer is if someone turns up dead." Wolfmann said. "Gerade zu sagen, tötete ich nicht den betrügendes Arschloch. Just to say, I didn't kill that cheating asshole." he added.

"I'll take up first watch over the evidence." Joe stated.

OOC: Can i be a chara who owns the circus partly but is also planning something else with them and helped arrange the killing...

"Alright Wolfmann and Joe will take first watch. You two will be taking the girls wagon. And if anyone winds up dead I'm killing them." Lenny said.

OOC: Sure e-d

OOC: Wolfman, do you mind being in on the muder plot? You did have a reason to kill him after all.

Meanwhilst, Leovinus, the elephant man, sat in a dark and dank corner of a dark and dank section of the circus camp, chatting up a storm with one of a group of bearded ladies.

"Heh, you wouldn't believe the kinda stuff I can do with this thing. Can lift 20 pound objects with my very nose! Hell, I can lift 40 pound objects if I don't swing them about all over the place. And look! Its ribbed for pleasure..."

"Get lost, honker."

"What? Its prehensile! Think of the possibilities!"

The bearded ladies walked away as a group, choice words such as "Perv" and "Fetishist" audible over their shoulders.

He grabbed a flask of home-brewed "stungun" whiskey and took a swig. He'd show them durn wimmen... someday...

Reggy was a Geek (a circus preformer that eats some weird things) he was running after a rat when he heard a sound to the left. Leovinus was drunk again... and Leovinus had some wonderful cockroachs in his bunk.

Away from the so called "Freak show" Robæn sat comfortably within his well tidied office, his young facial expression somewhat of a more cocky nature. From the outlook of the various leather chairs and expensive ornaments, it seem to conclude that this man was indeed a man of authority at this circus, and he would no doubt have some part to play in the current strange events at this circus.

After a few minutes of extensive scanning of the golden interior of the room, the young silver-haired Robæn seem to withdraw some kind of radio transmitter from his black suits left pocket, an obvious sign of trouble for the unfortunate soul who received the call. A few minutes later Roæn started to speak in a very brisk Spanish tone to the man known as Lennie.

" Hmm...Todays events displease me I ask you why did you not come to me first about these matters....Now get two my office...." He paused slightly before speaking once more in a more menacing and colder tone.

"Or someone could find there selves out of a job..."

OOC: :p

Lenny took out his transmitter and responded.
"Shut it you crazed Spaniard I run most of this circus and I only answer to Mr. Spaggash. Maybe if you got out of that damned office you'd be able to findthings out around here." At least that's what he thought.

"Yes Mr. Robaen. I just thought that the people affected by this should be notified about this."

Upon hearing the comments, Robæn chuckled out aloud in his usual cocky way, making it just loud enough for Lennie to hear on his transmitter. After another interval of faint chuckling he started to speak in a more commanding tone, his over joyous face now all but gone.

"Listen you puny piece of garbage....Let me put it into simple terms so your dumbass mind can comprehend.." He paused very shortly before speaking once more.

" You do realise that he may run it...However you forget he has become a sleeping partner shall we say and unofficially sold his shares to the circus to me...Therefore there is going to be some major changes in attitude here or else ........You know the drill."

After that flaming outburst the young new owner of the circus once again stated for Lennie to make his way to his office, his voice becoming agitated with impatience.

Lenny approached the office cracking his neck and almost ripping off the door's hinges. "What do you want?" Lenny said in perfect Spanish. Taking a seat on a very expensive looking stuffed animal.

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Lenny approached the office cracking his neck and almost ripping off the door's hinges. "What do you want?" Lenny said in perfect Spanish. Taking a seat on a very expensive looking stuffed animal.
OOC: Formal or informal? The latter might be considered an insult, I think...

OOC: I thought it was implied by Lenny's hatred of the guy that it would informa. And he called him an Ella

OOC: Wolfman, do you mind being in on the muder plot? You did have a reason to kill him after all.

OOC: could i be covering for the murderer?

OOC: Yeah sounds good to me.

As the rather rude Lennie made a scene of entering the room, the new owner simply smirked in a more evil defined version of the word. After Lennie began to take a seat he started to speak in Spanish then English.

"Gracias..lennie...." (Thank you)...He paused for a moment before speaking in the native language to many people in this circus.

"As you know there has been a killing of one of our personal....." He paused once more.

" And you see this is most likely due to the pathetic running of this place including your management skills.....Therefore the area where the killing apparently took place shall be taped off so I can do an investigation of my own....." He shaked his head in disappointment as he prepared to move on to another subject.

"However the main reason I have brought you here was because of the revenue I have not recouped from this place.....I judge this down to most likely poor management skills and laxed workers..." He quickly gazes at Lennie signifying an obvious shift in blame.

"However seeing as I am a nice lad I shall let by gones be by gones and improve this place to a decent standard....Therefore I propose these new rules my team and your team can enforce"

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1. All daily rations for Active personal (Circus performers) reduced to no more then a 1/4 of its current size.

2. A reduction in time off by all personal......This will result in extra shifts in the morning and at night in a rotating scale like before....

3. Sacking of all personal who fail to pass a new initiative to improve physical standards...

4. Failure of various tests performed by my new team shall result in reduced wages and increased hours....

5. A new team is sent to help you enforce laws ....And they have authority over all current personal..

6. Anyone seen disrupting or doing anything of a unlawful nature shall be fined by how my new team sea fit...

7. Reduction in the number and size of canteens,cabins,toilets etc...This will accommodate new facilities eventually..

8. Alcohol banned for social use, drugs our also not prohibited..Failure to do so shall result in a minimum of 2 weeks without food or wages

9. Less time for personal leave....

10. All belongings confiscated and searched for weapons and illegal items....

"That is all for now...I consider this fair" He then smirked once again, waiting for a response

Lenny was seething with hatred. "What you don't seem to realize is that the Spaggash Traveling Circus takes close to half a million dollars a year. And these are completely assanine and pathetic reforms and one last thing these performers are loyal men and women and if they should see fit to arrange an "accident" I would not protest." Lenny exited to go and tell the other major circus members of what was happening.

OOC: I like this guy he's evil :rolleyes:

IC: Robæn laughed in his usual trait, before responded in his cocksure attitude that he knew really got up the nose of this Lennie. He then proceeded to talk as he exited the room, just loud enough so he could hear it echo within his head.

"500..Thousand...? Ha...Give me a year and that figure will have almost tripled beyond your puny mind can understand..." His facial expression then went cold once more as he spoke in a rather dark tone.

"If they don't listen I will make them listen......If you don't listen I can easily get someone who will...Understand?..And these laws will come into affect very soon...".

Lenny ripped the door off his hinges. He walked to the cars and began knocking on them. "Wake up! Announcements! Announcements!"

He chuckled faintly, before whispering silently to himself.

"I needed a new door anyway..."

With that final remark he used his personal phone, and ordered one of the handymen within the circus to fit a brand new gold-rimmed black door.

This was indeed a new era for the inmates of the perhaps new asylum. All would however be truly revealed, as time continued to pass.

/ooc blurgh... hard getting back into real-time-ish rping...

Leovinus heard the call for a gathering and stood up to his full four-foot-6-inch height (and exactly the same diameter) and trundled over to the rousing hordes, taking swigs of his Stungun flask all the while.

"Durn bearded wimmen, thinkin' they all that. Need to friggin' SHAVE once in a while..."

Lenny gathered is brothers. A huge horned man with an especially flat face was the youngest his name was Walter, Haggis was the strong man except for the fact that he had scales, and Donald was a blockhead (a blockhead is a circus acter that "hurts" himslef on stage escaping from things, driving spikes into their chests, and hanging themselves by hooks in the ceiling). The last brother was in a coffin P.T. Barnum Spaggash had been asleep for eight years...

A gentle rocking came from the coffin so soft that nobody could sense it. P.T. Barnum Spaggash's eyes fluttered momentarliy for the first time in eight years...

Joe climbed up in a tree to where he couldn't be seen and could see the manager's office perfectly. How was he supposed to perform without his crossbow. They considered that a weapon. They wouldn't let him practice, and he knew he'd kill someone if he didn't hone his skills every day. This sucked and Joe was thinking about stopping all of this. He had sneaked his crossbow out with one bolt. The guards were incompetent and didn't notice. This new manager was gonna see what a pissed performer could do.

Haggis saw that Joe wasn't there. He knew the William Tell Archer would be upset about the loss of his crossbow. Walter was doing crowd control and Donald was gathering hidden weapons to use against the boss in case of an uprising.

bumpage it's like cleavage but not good enough.

bump for Camel Eaters

---An hour later, near the managers office---

The convey of trucks finally surfaced just a few metres east off the managers office, an obvious sign of things to come. These rather heavy duty black trucks seemed to be escorted by what appeared to be several black humvees, the sort in which only secret services seemed to use.

After a few minutes of advantageous parking, two rather tall and muscular men began to emerge from one of the dark humvees, dressed in what appeared to be an armoured black attire, their faces shrouded by the noticeable black gas masks attached around there faces. The two men then proceeded to make their way to the back of one of the convey trucks, before opening up the rear of the truck and removing some of the small crates located their. Soon after this action many others followed suit and began to open up the remaining trucks and help remove the cargo, whilst placing the cargo in what appeared to be a warehouse just north of the Managers office.

---Managers office---: Upon seeing this new development from his well-designed golden window, Robæn decided to greet these people and therefore began to silently whisper to what appeared to be himself.

"Shadow come forth and aid your master.." He whispered.

At first nothing appeared to happen, but a moment later a shadowy figure started to emerge from a weak structural defect within the floorboards, dressed in a ninja robe that many would perhaps perceive as an outfit for the "freak show". After this initial introduction of the ninja, they made their way out of the door, whilst also giving instructions to the guards as they made their way out of the area.

"Listen..Noone is allowed passed this office....Ok....Anyone seen past this point I want taken to me..." He said coldly to one of the guards.

They all simply nodded in acknowledgement, as the two people continued on their way. As they left the area, shadow signalled to stop as he whispered silently in his ear, an obvious sign that he had spotted something.


" Sir..Someone is spying on us in the tree...Shall we capture him"

As he finished speaking Robæn simply nodded, resulting in the ninja turning sharply towards the direction of the tree and releasing a deadly accurate Shurikan, aimed at incapacitating the opponent rather then killing him

Walter gently sniffed the air. He smelled something new. Cars... What were cars doing out here? Cars were used by the people who came to see a show and there wouldn't be any shows for a while...

Elsewhere a Pre-meditated announcement was made on the vicinity of the inmates from the various speakers positioned around the area.

"All personal to remain within the area of the cabins.......As their has been a slight problem with the electricity supply lines....So we state once again to remain calm and stay where you our."

OOC: Inmates?

The performers were used to not having electricity so they ignored the warning. Frank was a hawker, he attracted people to the circus for a living, and he had an eye on Minister Delilah's daughter. He'd talked with her earlier this evening. They would sneak out why'll everyone was asleep and make her a woman... Frank could hardly wait.

OOC: Similie for workers.... :D Damn I feel sory for the workers..

Haggis saw that Joe wasn't there. He knew the William Tell Archer would be upset about the loss of his crossbow. Walter was doing crowd control and Donald was gathering hidden weapons to use against the boss in case of an uprising.

Joe whispered, "Go for broke...I've killed one threat today, why not two?" He then carefully aimed about five inches above the new manager's head to compensate for distance and to the left a little in order to compensate for a two knot Eastward wind. Joe then carefully pulled the trigger, firing the arrow with a message carved into it straight for the guy's skull.

---An hour later, near the managers office---

The convey of trucks finally surfaced just a few metres east off the managers office, an obvious sign of things to come. These rather heavy duty black trucks seemed to be escorted by what appeared to be several black humvees, the sort in which only secret services seemed to use.

After a few minutes of advantageous parking, two rather tall and muscular men began to emerge from one of the dark humvees, dressed in what appeared to be an armoured black attire, their faces shrouded by the noticeable black gas masks attached around there faces. The two men then proceeded to make their way to the back of one of the convey trucks, before opening up the rear of the truck and removing some of the small crates located their. Soon after this action many others followed suit and began to open up the remaining trucks and help remove the cargo, whilst placing the cargo in what appeared to be a warehouse just north of the Managers office.

---Managers office---: Upon seeing this new development from his well-designed golden window, Robæn decided to greet these people and therefore began to silently whisper to what appeared to be himself.

"Shadow come forth and aid your master.." He whispered.

At first nothing appeared to happen, but a moment later a shadowy figure started to emerge from a weak structural defect within the floorboards, dressed in a ninja robe that many would perhaps perceive as an outfit for the "freak show". After this initial introduction of the ninja, they made their way out of the door, whilst also giving instructions to the guards as they made their way out of the area.

"Listen..Noone is allowed passed this office....Ok....Anyone seen past this point I want taken to me..." He said coldly to one of the guards.

They all simply nodded in acknowledgement, as the two people continued on their way. As they left the area, shadow signalled to stop as he whispered silently in his ear, an obvious sign that he had spotted something.


" Sir..Someone is spying on us in the tree...Shall we capture him"

As he finished speaking Robæn simply nodded, resulting in the ninja turning sharply towards the direction of the tree and releasing a deadly accurate Shurikan, aimed at incapacitating the opponent rather then killing him

OOC: You may not have read this bit

OOC: I read it, but he fired beforehand...

IC:
Joe grabbed his leg. A shuriken had pierced his ankle and he fell out. When Joe landed, he was unconcious from the pain and the fall.

So? What happened?

OOC: Ok fine then.Sorry for the delay iv'e had some rl stuff to deal with.

IC:

Despite the awareness of the rogue ninja the crossbow had still unleased its arrow, the intent to kill the strict spaniard. Seeing this, the ninja responded by grabbing his boss and tossing him out of the way, resulting in the arrow piercing the ninjas softly exposed head, killing the unintended victim instantly. As this event continued, the boss stood up rather distressed upon looking on at the lifeless body of his once most trusted bodyguard. And as he continued to survey the body with distress he sighed deeply before whispering silently to himself.

" Rest in peace friend...."


A few minutes later the boss began to talk to some people on his transmitter ordering for a clean-up crew to take control of the situation. He then made his way out of the area untill another lifeless body seem to catch the outstreched glint of his sorrowed eyes. Seeing the person by the tree he started to stride towards him, an obvious anger noticeable in his face as he saw the crossbow kneeling beside him. As he arrived at the scene he began to speak to himself once again, his tone more dark then usual

"I commend you .......However his death shall not go unchallanged..And when the clean up crew get here...We shall have a little fun with you"

Soon after he made his way to the warehouse, his mind obsessed on revenge as he walked.
-----10 minutes later-----
A few black vans began to surface among the area, and soon after several men dressed in usual maintainence outfits began to load the ninja onto one of the few present their. As this action was committed the various men began to take out several mysterious forensic equipment, their intent obvious in removing the evidence present there. As that happened another group of men present at the scene began to load the unconcious warrior into another black van, and soon after they made their way onto the lone-route of the warehouse. This kid indeed may have killed his bodyguard, but their would appear to be a price to pay.

A few minutes later the boss began to talk to some people on his transmitter ordering for a clean-up crew to take control of the situation. He then made his way out of the area untill another lifeless body seem to catch the outstreched glint of his sorrowed eyes. Seeing the person by the tree he started to stride towards him, an obvious anger noticeable in his face as he saw the crossbow kneeling beside him. As he arrived at the scene he began to speak to himself once again, his tone more dark then usual

"I commend you .......However his death shall not go unchallanged..And when the clean up crew get here...We shall have a little fun with you"

Soon after he made his way to the warehouse, his mind obsessed on revenge as he walked.
-----10 minutes later-----
A few black vans began to surface among the area, and soon after several men dressed in usual maintainence outfits began to load the ninja onto one of the few present their. As this action was committed the various men began to take out several mysterious forensic equipment, their intent obvious in removing the evidence present there. As that happened another group of men present at the scene began to load the unconcious warrior into another black van, and soon after they made their way onto the lone-route of the warehouse. This kid indeed may have killed his bodyguard, but their would appear to be a price to pay.

Joe woke up, in intense pain, strapped to a chair. He saw what appeared to be Mr. Pumping Iron in front of him. The guy had a large amount of devices including Joe's own crossbow.

"Vhat was vour intent in killing my employer?" the German asked.

"I wasn't trying to kill him. Just scare him enough to realise that without my crossbow, my skills would deteriate to where I'd harm someone. I was aiming right above his head. When that pin hit my ankle, I got startled and missed my intended shot. That's all I remember." Joe said, trying to convince the guy, "I tied a message to the bolt. It said, 'This could hit someone next time. Thank God that I practice every day!'"

"Very amusing. How do zou expect me to believe zat?" the German asked, cracking his nuckles.

"Because its thr truth." Joe said, barely before losing conciousness again.

The glass topped coffin of P.T. Barnum Spaggash opened and he stepped out. He was awake but he knew if he revealed himself now to many would die. So he took off into the woods...

OOC: Like the german guy

IC:
As Joe passed out the German smirked evilly, an obvious sense of things to come. Soon after he turns to his associate dressed in the sort lab scientist’s use and begins to speak in his thick German Accent

"pass me ze needle filled with ze special stuff"

The scientist nodded solemnly before doing as he asked and removing one of the many needles hidden in the depths of the beer-type crates. Upon this new development the German snatched the needle from the man and began a infuriating and painful process of injecting the fluid into the left arm of Joe, the needle leaving a slight blood spot in its wake.

In fact the fluid he injected was of a drug often used by late k.G.B operatives during torture sessions. The drug whilst being addictive, also attacked various parts of the nervous system forcing it to almost collapse and render the victim inactive. Whilst this was happening many more instruments were seemingly prepared for other gruelling methods of torture designed to break down the opponent.