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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:58 pm
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Several black limos drove in front of the Broddy mansion. The driver of limo in the back, opened the passenger door facing the mansion. Out of the limo came two women. The first was a high-strung woman, who wore a disapproving look upon her face. Looking up at the mansion before her, she gave a slight sneer towards the look of the place, before turning to look at the other woman who followed her. "Miss Scarlet, are you sure this is the place?" asked the woman. "Yes, Mrs. Peacock," replied Miss Scarlet. "What a dreadful place," state the woman, turning back to the mansion. "Look at how pathetic looking those flowers are." Miss Scarlet did not respond to Mrs. Peacock's statement, though the faint blush on her face, showed her embarrassment of her boss' ill-bringing. She personally didn't find anything wrong with the mansion they would be staying at. It looked well kept and the flowers looked healthy. However, Miss Scarlet knew that nothing would ever compare to Mrs. Peacock's own home. "My dear, try not to make this stay dreadful for the rest of us," said a man walking over to Mrs. Peacock, wearing a yellow military uniform. "We all know your sense of taste, being friends and dear acquaintances of yours. But unfortunately we can not always get the same environment we love dearly, every where we go." "You speak true words, Colonel," replied Mrs. Peacock.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:19 pm
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Blah blah blah... okay, you get the idea. I'll just cut to the chase... or shall I say cut to the events leading up to the murder scene and what not.
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Upon the ringing of the bell, Mrs. White appeared to take away the empty dishes of their supper. As soon as she finished cleaning up and disappearing from the room, Mrs. Peacock sighed loudly of boredom and turned to the others. "Shall we go into the lounge?" she asked. "Very well," replied Colonel Mustard, getting up from his seat and walking behind Mrs. Peacock towards the doorway of the dining room. Coming to Mr. Green's side, he begun a conversation with him. Professor Plum had lingered behind, along with Miss Scarlet. However, their intentions were completely different. Miss Scarlet was doing it only because of manners. Being of her status [a secretary], she only thought it natural to let the others go before her. At least, that's how she become accustomed to doing whenever someone visited at Mrs. Peacock's residence. Seeing that Miss Scarlet was about to leave the dining room, Professor Plum took a slightly nervous step forward and called out. "Miss Scarlet... may, may I have a word?" Miss Scarlet turned around and looked at Professor Plum with a quizzical look. "I, I was wondering if we could talk. On a casual basis, that is," continued Professor Plum, slowly drawing closer to Miss Scarlet. "I hope this won't take very long. I'm sure Mrs. Peacock will be needing my assistance," said Miss Scarlet. "Oh," said Professor Plum. "Well, I don't know what she would need your help for. Seeing as she's only visiting with Colonel Mustard and Mr. Green at the moment. I can't think of anything she would need you for." "I understand your logic, but you don't know Mrs. Peacock like I do," said Miss Scarlet.
Blah... blah... blah... Fast forwarding to the murder scene. whee
Professor Plum quickly grabbed onto Miss Scarlet's wrist, keeping her from walking away. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes. "Let go of me!" she yelled. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss," said Professor Plum, pulling her closer to him. After some struggling, Professor Plum pushed her up against the wall, next to one of the counters in the dining room. Miss Scarlet turned her head away as he tried to advance another kiss, and as a result, noticed that her wrench was laying near by, next to Mrs. Peacock's lead pipe. She slowly reached her hand out and once she got a hold of it, she whacked Professor Plum over the head with it. He staggered back holding his head, looking at her at surprise. As soon as he adjusted to the throbbing pain, he rushed towards her.
*sighs*
Okay this is taking too long...
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:02 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:06 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:19 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:22 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:24 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:26 am
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