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WEREWOLF - Motel 13

Motel 13 was always an unglamourous place.  The manager was an alcoholic, and when asked for help, rarely he would reply.  All of the rooms had a dirty mattress with a small rag used as a blanket, an occasionaly a small black-and-white television.  The roomservice was nothing but a small slice of moldy cheese, and a few Ritz crackers.  And yet, there are always people living there, whether they be poor, the other hotels are taken, or they want a place to lay low for a while.  This made it the perfect spot for the entertainment Travis had in mind.

"Have we secured our... ahh, let us call them the competitors?" Travis asked his assistant, Larson.
"Not yet, but I have created a list of people whom I see fit to participate in... well, whatever the hell you plan on doing."
"Good, good," Travis said.  "Now all that remains is to secure the playing field, and then let the games begin."
A sinister smile flickered on his face as he said this, and then turned his attention to the driver.
"How long until we reach our destination?"
"In a few minutes," the driver replied.  "Exactly why do you want to go to that motel, of all places?"
"Because it will go unnoticed by most others, and I would not like a repeat incident of our last attempt at securing a place.  Should I remind you of what I did to the incompetent driver whose place you have taken?"
The driver shudders, and stutters, "I re-remember what you t-told me."
"Good," Travis said, smiling again.
The van reached the motel, where Travis picked up his Colt M1911 and his suitcase, and departed the van.  Samuel Koote, the manager, looked at Travis, and said, "How may I help you?"
"Well, you might gain me some satisfaction for a moment," Travis muttered to himself before firing off a shot at the old man's head.  "Sorry to say, but I am taking management of this place.  Larson, secure the area, and then call in the crew to clean up the bodies.  And go ahead and call over the people on that list of yours."
Travis took a seat in that comfy chair Samuel was sitting in and laughed.
This should be fun...

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Considering the fact that I have more time on my hands, and that there hasn't been a Werewolf for a while, I've decided to host one.  (Anyone who is skeptical about me hosting one can go screw themselves.  Yes, I am this kind to my friends in real life.)

Sign-up here:

dont care who hosts it...as long as people dont go awol in the middle of it, or screw it up with crappy roleplay...

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)

No crappy rp? Damn, I may be out! :P

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)
5. Llenad The Nomadic Warrior

i lov wolfs

Sci has been a letdown.  He promised a Werewolf way back, but he must be getting slower with age *cough cough*

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)
5. Llenad The Nomadic Warrior
6. Blodgram
7. Magneto

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)
5. Llenad The Nomadic Warrior
6. Blodgram
7. Magneto
8) Himanil


I do understand septim's grief now suffering myself with the same affliction.

(UPDATE)

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)
5. Llenad The Nomadic Warrior/Belmont The Avenger
6. Blodgram
7. Magneto
8) Himanil

Screw it, count me in.

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)
5. Belmont The Avenger
6. Blodgram
7. Magneto
8) Himanil
9. Karzun Demonsul

He thought it was your favorite color.  I thought it was an accurate one. :-) Just kidding.

No really...

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr)
5. Belmont The Avenger
6. Blodgram
7. Magneto
8) Himanil
9. Karzun Demonsul
10.  Rhade

Good thing I got in on it, then, yeh? :P

Heh, great timing Rhade.

"Well, well, Larson!" Travis said with his sinister smile.  "This could be very interesting..."

***

A bus stoped in front of the Motel 13, as it's 10 passengers walk off the bus.  Each one of them threw a suspicious glance at their new lodgings for the day, looking at the moldy walls.  They all shrugged, and walked into the building.

"Hello!"  Travis shouted.  "Welcome to Motel 13!  Here, we offer the best... entertainment you will ever have in your life.  Now, if each of you will please take one of the room keys, and maybe have a nice chat with each other.  I'll get lunch ready for you all."

Travis walked into the backroom, where the kitchen was, and pulled out a giant slab of moldy cheese, and a package or Ritz crackers.

Oh, how I hate being this kind, Travis thought.  Well, at least they are all here.

Travis dumped the food onto a smart cart, and pushed it into the main room, where everyone was already talking away the day.  They all had no idea what was in store for them.

[[No voting today, and I need everyone on the list to post here.  Tonight, the fun shall begin.  Oh, and just in case you're wondering why I haven't put up the list of roles, well, I decided that you all don't need to know that yet. :-)]]

Demonsul sat at the side of the room, listening to the conversation and contributing a phrase here and there. Why he had been chosen to come here he did not know, but everything seemed a little out of place...

Charley laughed at one of the stranger's jokes lightheartedly.
"Man, this place may not be very pleasant, but at least the people here seem decent enough," said Charley to himself.  He mingled around a little more before going to check what his room looked like.  The ceiling leaked, the bathroom was clogged, and his bed felt like it was from fifty years ago.  Charley tried ignoring the bad and keeping in the positive though.

Himanil silently took in his surroundings and looked at the floor and furniture with an expression bordering disgust, 'Damn do I need to speak to the curator of this place.'

The mangy place stunk and seemed to be a poorly built house though the cheerful conversations seemed to brighten up the atmosphere a bit. Himanil reclined in his armchair waiting for some event to make his so far dull day more interesting.

Rhade, after stepping off the bus, had gone almost immediately to his room.  It had taken him some time to get his luggage there, however, as going up carrying his luggage all that way while walking on his cane was quite a chore.

Lunch came far more quickly than he had expected, and by the time he arrived mostly everyone was gone.  Rhade took some of the leftovers back to his room and, after eating, began to sleep off the long bus trip.

Think next time Belmont...don't ruin this -_-  I removed the previous posts.

Demonsul woke up, hearing the sounds of struggle outside of his room.  He grabbed the small knife he had eaten with and opened the door to find the body of Belmont lying on the ground in a pool of blood.  Demonsul looked around to see Travis, holding a silenced pistol in his hands.
Hmm, can't have Demonsul remembering this...
Travis pulled out his tranquilizer and shot at Demonsul, who fell backwards immediantly, his vision fading into obscurity.  In the morning, all he would remember was seeing the body of Belmont.

The Security Guard, Belmont, was killed.

As Himanil was walking to the kitchen to sneak a midnight snack, he heard footsteps, and turned around.  There was nothing there.
Oh, it was probably just a rat.  Actually, that sounds rather probably, considering the state of this place.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, as Himanil was shot in the stomach.  The medic ran back to his room, to pull out his medical kit, but wasn't quick enough to dodge the second shot.

The Medic, Himanil, was killed.

Blodgram lay in his bed, trying to sleep on his horrible mattress, when his room door burst open, as a man broke it down with his bare hands.  The psychopath, then grabbed a match and a small vial of gasoline, throwin the vial at Blodgram, where it shattered, soaking his shirt and face in it's contents, and screamed in horror as the psychopath lit his match and lit Blodgram on fire.  The psychopath smiled as he watched his victim run around the room in horror, until he ran into his surveilance gear, and fell over.  His attacker left the room reluctantly, and walked over the remains of the door. 

Blodgram, the Security Guard, was killed.

Demonsul woke up an hour after Belmont was killed, lying in the lobby.  All he could remember was seeing a dead body.  It was probably just a dream though, and he lay back down on the armchair he was lying on.  Suddenly, a man jumped out of the shadows, and knocked Demonsul out.  The man pulled out a couple of vials, some needles, a razor blade, and a suitcase of some other equipment.  As the mad scientist prepared to inject Demonsul with the contents of a murky vial, suddenly, a police officer apprehended the scientist, knocked him out, and stuffed him in a closet.

The police officer arrested the mad scientist, saving Demonsul.

An hour after the events of the arresting, Charley (Demonslayer, whatever.) sat in his room, eating the moldy leftovers of his dinner.  He heard a knock at his door, and got up to answer. When he opened the door, Wilber knocked him unconscious, and dragged him to his room.  After locking the door, Wilber pulled out the usual toys he used with his victims, the usual tools of a rapist.  Wilber smiled at the unconscious man, saying, "This ought to be a fun night."  He grabbed a small bit of cheese, and swallowed it.  He then prepared to assault Charley, when all of a sudden, he started to gasp, and fell on the ground, as the poison started to take it's affects on Wilberforce.  Wilber shook on the floor, and moved no more.

The head chef had poisoned the rapist, Wilberforce.

The intercom turned on the next morning, as some of the people realized some people were missing.
"Well well," Travis said in an evil tone.  "I forgot to mention that there are a mad scientist, assassin, and a psychopath among you all.  I did invite a rapist, but he was poisoned last night.  Oh, and if you check Himanil's, Blodgram's, and Belmont's, you will find their corpses.  Tsk tsk, it's a shame.  All of the neutral people dead already."

The group of surviving people were in horror as they listened to Travis speak.

"Now then, you all will be voting on each other for whom you wish to kill off today.  Have fun."

Travis smiled, and sat back in his chair, watching the events of the day.

[[It is now day.  Vote on who you wish to kill.]]

1. Dethos
2. Shezmu
3. Charley/Demonslayer
4. Sexier Than Quietone (Wilburrr) - Dead
5. Belmont The Avenger - Dead  (uhh, this is supposed to be gray, to represent the fact he was on the neutral team, but for some reason, it won't change color...)
6. Blodgram - Dead
7. Magneto
8) Himanil - Dead
9. Karzun Demonsul
10.  Rhade

You could have simply said that you did message him instead of copying and pasting the message and pasting it for everyone to see.  THINK PLEASE! I am not stupid! I was made a mod for a reason...

You not only ruined this RP for everyone here, you are also hurting this RP Forum's chances of surviving!

You don't even know what I have done for this forum so just shut up now before you embarrass yourself.  Travis has been around here before even I was here and trust me, he has had his very bad moments and he remembers them as well.  I didn't say anything about him being immature because I deleted all of the posts that did not relate to this RP.  I did not read his replies to you or your replies to him.

There used to be the RP Academy and people willing to help new RPers, but no one used it and all of the teachers have basically quit VU by now.  Scientist is too busy to deal with anyone, I am busy, Septim is rarely around, and Shezmu is Shezmu.  People need to understand what they are doing before just signing up like "This will be fun!" and then completely ignoring the rules or doing stuff that people don't like.  Obviously, grammar is a large part of being accepted.  It is painful and bothersome to read a post that is written poorly when simply clicking spellcheck or something is an easy way to improve it.  A good way to improve grammar and/or writing is to read a lot, post some small stories and get some feedback(I will delete negative comments from now on and try to give some input).  I left this forum some months ago to find another one that had some better and more active RPing.  I still hang around since I&nb*beep* a mod and post RPs that may not work elsewhere.