[M] The Murder Train - IC

[SparrowHawk]

Stoella sat up straight as she listened to the announcement from her chambers. This voice was quite feminine and had a bit of a ring to it, she must be grinning.

"I am the host of the first car. You guys can call me... Phantom. Yes, I like that. Well let's get to the point. You lucky few have been selected to go anywhere you want on this train for an incredibly low price. But there's a catch. Only if you survive, that is. In this car is a murderer... maybe one or two, or even more than that. To survive, you must simply either be lucky, avoid people, or kill someone yourself. I will select who dies and who doesn't. But just because I pulled your name out of the hat, doesn't mean you will definitely die. This is a game of escape. Escape from death. But I warn you, don't even try to go through the windows or down to another car. They have been cut off and sent to another track. If any of you attempt to leave this train, your life is on the line."

Phantom, what a wise choice for a name. It gives enough information about her while keeping her identity a secret. She stood up and straightened her outfit, "Best meet my makers." Stoella then exited her room and made her way down the beautifully light hall, where there were many decorations and smooth walls. She ran her fingertips along the edges to try and feel them while she made her way to the group of strangers ahead of her. Stopping for just a moment, she took in the people around her. They all seemed rather normal, just like her; although, she wasn't normal at all was she? Must looks always be so deceiving? Without saying a word Stoella joined the little group, not much conversation seemed to be happening. Even though it was against her nature she could feel a strange serge in this group. Something was not right.

Perhaps it is Phantom. The one with the mask is without a doubt her. Stoella's body was numb again, just looking at Phantom reminded her of the girls that beat her at school. It didn't bother her really, she just liked to ignore the thought rather then endorse it. Stoella wanted to lean against the wall and let her body go limp while waiting for the group to converse something interesting and worthy of her participation. Should I bring something up? It seemed like an idea, but she didn't actually have and idea to share. The one girl seemed to stare rather intently at Phantom as though she was going to disappear into thin air. This girl was wearing a Victorian style dress. The way she moved suggested that she was almost mimicking Phantom. Strange girl..

There was still an eery aura hanging in their midst.

[Fayn]

James heard someone crying, he smiled to himself. Feeding of the fear he stretched in his seat and reached under his chair, pulling out a black duffel bag. He unzipped it slowly, peeking up to make sure no one was watching he looked inside. There was an assortment of knifes, cleavers, and even meat hooks inside the bag.

Today James wore a thick leather tench coat with the collar popped up, black jeans, and steel toe boots. He smiled to himself as he put an assortment of weapons in little custom made sheaths in the inside of his jacket. After he was finished with that he heard someone getting up and walking down the train car. James looks up and sees a girl in a Victorian area dress walk down the hall between the seats. He eyes her a long moment as he zipped up his now empty bag and threw it under the seat again, not taking his eyes off her for a long time tell he got up and walked down the hall way himself.

He made sure to look at everyone as he passed. Showing a worried expression on his pale handsome face as to not alarm anyone. Acting as if he was one of them. These sheep. As he made his way to the front of the car he noticed the girl in the Victorian area dress curtsied to the one as Phantom. He eyed them booth as he approached. Something about the two felt more alike then he ever felt with anyone else. And this put him on the defense. He would have to play to there likes, for now. As he approached her would step the side of the girl curtsying and bow like a gentlemen of the same area. If these two liked this, then so be it. He could feel his blood lust rising, the Butcher wanted to be free, but he compressed it for now and instead smiled sweetly to the two of them.

[Yuuku]

As Damien brushed past the pair of oddly dressed females, his eyes fell on a girl with heterochromic irises. One being a dark crimson, reminding him of blood, while the other as blue as the sea. She seemed to be having her eyes set on the two girls in the middle, deep in thought. The girl looked around his age and although she looked normal enough, he's learned to not judge things based off appearance. Take this train for example, he thought it seemed like a pretty great deal and now look where it landed him.

His eyes then drifted over to another black haired male who looked as if he just arrived. Damien examined the new arrival and found it rather strange that he was wearing such a thick trench coat. The raven displayed a worrisome expression, weaving past the others and walking up to the duo. He stopped beside the girl in a Victorian dress and took a bow.

The red head raised an eyebrow and scoffed at the behavior of the rest of the people on the train. Seriously, these kids seemed around his age and acted as if right out of a history book. Damien leaned against a wall opposing the group in the centre, deciding to watch the events play out. He wanted to observe and be ready if anything unexpected happened.

[SoulReaper]

Staring at the odd assortment of people on the train, Persy takes the occasional sip of scotch, all the while staring at all the people, pointing out weaknesses.
"Victorian girl is obviously demented." Persy thought. Staring at the other people, Persy notices that he is probably the only one on this train that's not demented.

[PinkBandit]

Phantom's eyes were immersed in delight at the reactions of her little announcement. A small smile that was all too evil lingered on her face as the killing intent, fear, dread and despair around her made her body tremble in excitement. This game, this plan, was, is the best thing Phantom thought of within the course of her whole life. Truly a worthy plot for a twisted person like her.

When the passengers started to approach Phantom one by one, the wickedness in her smile disappeared, and was replaced with the pride of a ruler that looks down on those below him.

"Estilia. Persy. James. What an interesting bunch. I hope you enjoy this ride; if you can even last ten minutes of course. And please, try to refrain from killing people," Phantom said with a voice void of emotion. Her eyes quickly flickered with killing intent. "Or I will have to kill you myself." A light but heartless, vile laugh escaped the woman's mouth as the fact of death and murder entered her mind. She walked away, back into her dimmed and dull haven.

~***~

French manicured nails tapped repeatedly on a wooden surface, as Phantom laid back in her chair in thought.

"What should I say? Who should die? And how can I make this work..."

She knew exactly who would do what, and how they would do it. But to mix it together so that it goes her way was a bit more difficult. She shuffled through papers, scribbled things down, and paused in many moments of thought. A triumphant feeling instantly rushed through Phantom as she solved her riddles and had her problems answered after she lifted her pen from paper. Like she did earlier, she reached for the microphone to make another deadly announcement.

"Hey everyone! Scared yet? Got that killing intent running through your system? I think you'll need it. But let's ignore that and get to the point. Cabins one, two, three, and seven will be temporarily locked. No one may enter. So, please, if you're in them, get out or you will momentarily be decapitated by the traps set in the room. I should also add that they will be locked within the next two minutes. As for your belongings, don't worry about them. They'll sit perfectly in your cabin, untouched. And by that, I mean you cannot take them out." Phantom's icy chuckle echoed through the halls of the train. "Oh. Adding on, the dining rooms, kitchen, and bathrooms will also be put under the same conditions, so if given permission, enter someone else's cabin. If not, hang out in the hallway."

Pausing for a second, Phantom reluctantly placed her hand on a lever to her right. She grasped it firmly, but not exactly pulling it yet.

"I will give you guys an advantage. In one minute, I will pull a lever that will release four pins. Only four, from the ceiling. However, they will fall in one of the locked rooms. If you can get it in time before the doors lock, you gain temporary immortality. You cannot be killed or injured, but only for the hour the pin lights up. It's a big risk... only a ten second time limit to obtain it. Well then. Have fun!"

And with that, a creek was heard as the lever at her hands was pulled.

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(*****GAME HINT: Staying/letting someone in someone's room can result to death, however, it is a lot better than staying in the hallway where anyone can get you. You must be lucky; choose the right visitors, and choose the right hosts. Bribes are allowed; but, you may only bribe with your pins - if you have any.
PS: Getting the pins is first post first serve. So, be quick! However, I don't expect all your characters to even take the risk or want to get it.)

[Yuuku]

Damien watched as the masked lady conversed a bit before she clicked her heels and returned back to her cabin. He took a look around, contemplating on whether or not to approach one of the other passengers on board. It wouldn’t hurt to make a few friends.

The intercom started to crackle once again before a voice he recognized as phantom’s, spoke out.

"Hey everyone! Scared yet? Got that killing intent running through your system? I think you'll need it. But let's ignore that and get to the point. Cabins one, two, three, and seven will be temporarily locked. No one may enter. So, please, if you're in them, get out or you will momentarily be decapitated by the traps set in the room. I should also add that they will be locked within the next two minutes. As for your belongings, don't worry about them. They'll sit perfectly in your cabin, untouched. And by that, I mean you cannot take them out."

The red head froze before breathing out a silent sigh of relief, knowing that he still had access to his belongings.

"Oh. Adding on, the dining rooms, kitchen, and bathrooms will also be put under the same conditions, so if given permission, enter someone else's cabin. If not, hang out in the hallway."

‘Crap, that’s pretty risky if you let the chosen ‘murderer’ into your room,’ Damien thought with a frown,’ though it’d be rude to refuse someone access into your room, what if the one you let in is the person who wishes you dead?’
Figuring Phantom’s speech was over, he decided on heading back to him own chamber. At this point in time, he would rather take a look over his room again, just in case, than converse with the others.

"I will give you guys an advantage. In one minute, I will pull a lever that will release four pins. Only four, from the ceiling. However, they will fall in one of the locked rooms. If you can get it in time before the doors lock, you gain temporary immortality. You cannot be killed or injured, but only for the hour the pin lights up. It's a big risk... only a ten second time limit to obtain it. Well then. Have fun!"

At that moment, Damien’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. This pin could prove to be extremely useful however, if he couldn’t get in and out fast enough, he was fucked. The red head was currently standing right outside Estilia’s room and without even thinking twice, he roughly twisted the knob and granted himself access to the area. His eyes quickly scanned over the furniture until they stopped at her bed. On it laid the white pin, completely untouched. Damien made a fast grab for the object, fingers curling around the smooth, circular object and soon after, charged back out the door.

The minute Damien left the room, the door slammed shut and a click was heard. The red head leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. ‘Wow that was close. One second later and I would’ve been stuck in there’, he thought, panting.

[[mojito.ice]]

Carlisle was lost in thought, with his cheek pressed against the cool glass of the window. He didn't want to leave the room out of fear, though anybody could enter. Peering to the door, he saw that there was no way to lock it from the inside. He didn't feel so safe anymore. The best he could do was stay awake, and keep a close eye outside the door and into the hall.

No, that's a stupid, cowardly idea. Carlisle thought as he stood up and paced around the room. What if the others are all outside making alliances while I'm stuck in here? I'd be the first gone. He sighed and shuffled to the door when the second announcement came on. Oh no, what is it this time?...

Once again, Phantom's words filled his ears with despair. It was torture to listen to, but Carlisle didn't want to miss anything that might be important, being in such a deathly situation. Phantom's orders were to leave certain cabins or you'll lose your head. Cabins one, two, three and seven, but Carlisle had not paid attention to which one he was in. Desperately, he looked around for a number somewhere in the room, but none were in sight.

Not taking the risk of staying inside, Carlisle jerked open the door in front of him and lept outside, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. His heart raced with fear as he spun around look for a number somehwere on the door or the wall beside it. When his eyes gazed upon the number 3, he cringed for a second, but then realizing he was safe now that he was outside of his cabin. He was just in time to catch the remainder of the announcement, informing him about other locked rooms and where he should be going.

Well, I'm in the hall now. He looked to his left, where other cabins and necessities lay. The washrooms and kitchen was locked. Carlisle prayed it they wouldn't be sealed off for long, or everyone would have to retort to cannibalism. Or perhaps they would be served meals. His wandering mind came to a stop at the shortly following announcement...

A pin that gives you immortality? That was the only thing that would make Carlisle feel safe, even if it was only for the duration of one hour. Only four pins were to be released, but Carlisle was still unsure of how many passengers were aboard the train. He imagined a bloodbath of attempts to retrieve one. It was not in his desire to be involved in those scenes, but he knew how badly he needed one. If I see anyone fighting for it, I'll just run the other way. But the fact that the pins were in the locked rooms with so short of time to find one was dangerous, he knew that.

But what was he standing here for? He needed to go find his prize! If ony he had stayed in his room for awhile longer, one might've dropped from the ceiling. He looked back into his room, but saw no change. It's a pin. It's not easy to see from afar, he thought. But Carlisle wasn't going to go back to his room. Instead, he hurried down the hall while reminding himself these pins could be in any locked room, not just the cabins. That would spare him having to dash into someone else's room, with the possibility that they might still be in there.

Right down the hall were the washrooms which were supposed to be locked soon. The thought of being locked in that tiny space made Carlisle think twice about it. He had no idea how much time had passed since the announcement. How badly could he regret each decision that popped into his mind? The worst that could happen if he tried to retrieve a pin; he's too late, gets locked in, gets beheaded. The worst that could happen if he didn't try to retrieve a pin; he's unsafe, he takes shelter in the wrong place, he gets killed. But since he was standing in front of the male washroom already, he pulled the door open, and without stepping inside, inspected as much of the room as he could as quickly as possible from where he was standing.

He didn't see anything. It could be because the pin was out of view, or maybe it hadn't been a minute yet and nothing was dropped. Or it could be that there were simply no pins in this room. He didn't slam the door like he did before. He just let go of the handle and let the door quietly and slowly return to its closed state. The closest room was the female bathroom. Raised as a gentleman, he dared not enter the private world of the opposite gender. But this situation was different. Just as he was about to trespass, he was sure that he spent way too much time already. Not wanting to risk his neck, Carlisle shook his head and made his way back to the hall where the cabins were.

He noticed a red-haired teenager outside a cabin, with something in his hand. Carlisle could only imagine it to be one of the four pins. Knowing that someone else was successful and he wasn't caused not only jealousy but insecurity. For now, he had to decide where he would be safe, though he knew that there was no sanctuary of any kind on the train.

[BaraNoKokoro]

Beside her, Estilia felt another person approch and bowed. It was the guy whoes cabin is right across from hers. She knew that since she caught a glimpse of him entering there when she first got on the train. She knew that he was like her too, from his reaction to this ancient queen-subject situation which all but him avioded. Her face was motionless and expressionless from her "struggle". Her face's muscle give up on the struggle, and let a small smirk pass. Phantom's words was somewhat expected. After all, they all love to be in control. The guy beside me must be either James or Percy. He knows what he's doing here. She thought to herself.

She straightened herself up, after Phantom went back to her room. She wore a long dark-green dress, covering most parts of her body, while her gloves covered the rest, leaving only her head. This morning before getting on the train, she was having a hard time deciding if she should wear this dress which is the most comfortable to travel in, or her favourite dress (the one in the pic for the CS) which is the most confortable to murder or torture someone in, since she knew that there will be a chance in THIS train. She quickly made a mental note to change into that other dress as soon as she can get back to her room.

Another announcement was made. It was about this stupid game that might guarantee one's safety for a little while. It was useless to Estilia, but on a second thought, it might become a torture theme: "Do all I ask if you want this pin". Perfect! Estilia is agile for someone her age, size, and wearing the same clothes as her. After all, all those years she spent on the streets weren't for nothing. Rushing a bit, so that she won't be stuck in the locked room, she almost tripped. She cursed under her breath. She definitely should change into the other dress as soon as possible, but for now, until the lock rooms are unlocked, she's stuck in that one.

She looked around, remembering the layout of the train, and where the soon-to-be-locked rooms are. Not wanting to walk much because of her dress. She went through the list of locked rooms in her head within a second, the closest one would be the dining room. It would be the perfect chance, and with her sharp eyes, quick pace, she would have got the pin with not much effort. She lifted up her dress so the hem would not bother her feet, and ran into the dining room. There was a few places where she can't see on a fist glance, but quickly found the white pin that coincidentally landed on the rose of a center piece on a table. She held the pin in her mouth, lifed up her dress again, rushed out of the dining room, and into the hallway.

She knows that people are going to stare that her, but it didn't matter. Phantom's words from before was probably enough to make people stare at her. She was the only one that might be named Estilia. Slowing down and waling in her lady-like manner, she went to the cabin area, in search for a place to stay for now, and maybe a victim of torture too. She didn't care who was the murder decided by Phantom, for she is the Murderess called by most people in the black-markets. She must be the more dangerous one. She inserted the pin in between her corset and skin.

She checked out the other 2 locked cabins. They weren't very interesting. Though there are traces of evidence that indicates someone have entered HER room. She didn't like it. Walking back up the hall, she saw the one that she's interested in-- James or Persy, whatever his name is. Not pretending at all, she walked up to him and said, "Hello, want have a talk somewhere? I'm kind of...interested in you. Let's go somewhere private." A smug smile appeared on her face.

[SoulReaper]

Rushing to one of the trapped cabins,which happened to be his, Persy decided to take his chances to the extreme. Calculating the time, and any other variables, he opened the door, hurled himself intto the room, and sees the white pin sitting on the desk. Grabbing it, he runs out of the room. Just in time, since right when his heel left the room, a SWOOSH could be heard as the door closed.Staring at the white pin, He clutches it in his hand for dear life."I'm going to survive this." He vowed.

[Fayn]

James tilted his head as Phantom threatened him, "Estilia. Persy. James. What an interesting bunch. I hope you enjoy this ride; if you can even last ten minutes of course. And please, try to refrain from killing people," Phantom said with a voice void of emotion. Her eyes quickly flickered with killing intent. "Or I will have to kill you myself." The Butcher wanted nothing more then to chop the bitches head off right there. He never took threats very well, but kept himself under control.

James saw the oddly dressed girl next to him smirk slightly during the conversation in the corner of his eyes. He felt something there. Like two kindred spirits. Dark souls interweaving for a moment. Though James kept his charming mask on as he watched Phantom leave and make another announcement about pins. Right after the girl next to him darted out of the room in a rush. James shrugged and strolled out after. The next cabin to his left he opened and saw a white pin. It had rolled under the seat but his calculating eyes saw it. He moved with grace and speed as he ducked and snatched it up and walked out, closing the door behind him he heard a snap. A trap perhaps. Though he dealt with death on a daily bases so it did not bug him in the least.

He tucked the pin under his trench coat. In the corner of his eyes he saw the one that must be Estilia from when Phantom announced there names. He turned slowly, eying her as she approached him. Not pretending at all, she walked up to him and said, "Hello, want have a talk somewhere? I'm kind of...interested in you. Let's go somewhere private." A smug smile appeared on her face. He eyed her silently for a long moment. His amber eyes gazing into hers. If she looked back she would see the Butcher. Though most would only see a kind young man. The blood lust wanting to break free, he held it back and tilted his head with a smile, "Oh? Interested in me my lady? Why I am very interested in you as well." He kept his voice lighthearted and kind. Trying oh so very hard not to let his demon lose, his real voice out, "Ladies first of course." He swept to the side, taking her hand in his, he kissed the top of it and lifted his other arm out passed him down the hall, "James Quinn my lady. Shall we go down the hall into a room?"