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Post by insecure on Sept 20, 2016 19:10:35 GMT -5
Voting is closed- will be back to make the Exile soon.
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Post by insecure on Sept 20, 2016 20:42:23 GMT -5
Box felt the glares of the Jammers around her. Her breath got caught in her throat at the stared back at them "You were wrong before! What makes you think I'm the killer?"
"Save it, Box!"
Box growled, defending herself. She snapped back at those who accused her. "You're wrong! In fact, I think I know who-"
"Shut up, disgusting murderer!"
The chanting and arguing went on, until a low, loud growl was heard distantly.
Greely, none other than the Wolf Alpha, had appeared in Jamaa Township.
There was pure silence.
"A murderer? In MY Jamaa Township!" The alpha bellowed, glaring among the Jammers. His eyes landed on Box, who trembled in fear.
"You've murdered Jammers and caused exiles of even more? For shame."
"No, Greely! I p-"
"SILENCE!" You WILL come with me, and you will be dealt with."
Box was never to be seen or heard from again.
For shame, Jamaa! You've Exiled another innocent Jammer! Your Town is decreasing rapidly.
Stand by for the Kill.
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Post by insecure on Sept 21, 2016 12:07:22 GMT -5
Moose was making her way out of Jamaa, over to the Vanilla Quarters, where her next guarding target was. The cool night air was humid and calming. She reached the small house, where vibrant colors shined and almost hurt her gentle eyes. She stepped onto the porch, with a creak. She knocked on the door, seeing the nice face of her friend when the door opened. "I'm here to guard you." Moose said, smiling warmly. "R-Really? That's.. That's very kind of you." Her friend said politely, but she could tell she was now nervous. The two stepped inside and talked, occasionally checking outside the window. The house smelled of candles, and there was pie to be eaten. It was a very nice night, more like a sleepover, you might add. Finally, Moose wanted to be serious. "Do you think Box was the killer?" Her friend looked away, as if she was scared to look her in the eyes. "Yes."She could tell she wasn't telling the truth. Moose rose again, checking outside the window. "You seem nervous." The Guard pointed out, still looking out the window. "Perhaps it should be you that's nervous." "Wha-?"Before she knew it, paws cuffed around her throat. She tried to pry them off, but her 'friend' was too strong. She was thrown onto the hard dusty floor, and claws were raked at her throat. A scream for help ripped out of her lungs, but her head was pinned to the floor with The Killer's paw. The Killer struck one final blow, until she dragged the still living body out. She was sure to be quiet- all the other Jammers lived in the same Neighborhood. She threw it into a small pond, and padded back home. The Guard silently cried for help as she drowned in the pond that night. Uh oh, Jamaa! You've lost your guard!
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Medic
New Jammer
Procrastinating instead of studying.
Posts: 24
Animal Jam Name: Dermedic
Signature: Quite the spicy mayme
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Post by Medic on Sept 21, 2016 13:35:39 GMT -5
Ever since the whole body discovery, murders started to rise in the Township. Our best guard was killed due to our carelessness, their body found in a nearby pond. Some jammers wouldn't dare step foot in the middle of Jamaa Township, as they feared for the worst. Coral canyons and Crystal Sands were now packed with jammers to do their business, such as trade and advertise an assortment of parties that's going on in their den. Some annual events have been cancelled due to the incidents which highly annoyed Pyr.
"You don't know how long I've waited for that Night of the Phantoms festival, now it's cancelled?!" Pyr continued to rant to another jammer, whilst in the Hot Cocoa hut drinking a mug of coffee and cream. "Yeah I was pretty disappointed myself, but hey there's always next year!" the jammer exclaimed trying to shed some light to the situation. Pyr let out a grunt as he slowly swirls the hot liquid of coffee around the rim of the mug. "Still. I wonder who would do such an act, it's horrible. I can imagine them getting a taste of their own medicine soon. Also, what happens if I'm not around to see the festival next year, what if I'm the one they're targeting next?" A tired sigh managed to escape from the jammer unable to answer his question. They twitched their ears before bringing their paw up to their face, to see the hands on their wristwatch strike eleven. "I'm pretty tired so I'll leave you be. Also thank you for the tea, I appreciate it." the jammer whispered before leaving the hut, letting the door close with a slight 'clink'.
With the old blanket still wrapped around him along with the mug of coffee, Pyr continued to stare into the fire that spat and sparked.
( I'm starting to think it's lordlucario or Belto. I can't pick one though gah. I guess I'll have my decision when it's voting time ).
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Post by Russia on Sept 21, 2016 15:15:48 GMT -5
Lordlucario: As I watched police show up finally to take the body away out of the pond I sighed and uncertainty glimmered in my eyes and I headed to get some juice at the nearby hut in Crystal Sands. Once I got my drink I sat on the rim of the stage in the hut and stared down into my glass pondering about what will happen next.
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Post by Sky on Sept 21, 2016 15:16:58 GMT -5
Sky: All this murder talk scared me, I became so nervous all the time and never slept well. Considering I was always on high alert I often saw things in the shadows, creatures walking towards me and yes my impressionable head was tricked every time. I was hidden in my den 24/7 and would twitch slightly listing for any sound that could allude to danger I was going completely insane, to be alone for so long with nothing but the comforting fear of death as company. I wanted to run, to escape. After all what chance do I have of survival? I curse myself for saying this but my odds for surviving the night, were becoming slim. With everyone so on edge it was only a matter of time before paws would be pointed and someone banished. Deep down, as much as I love Jamaa I would not even mind if everyone thought it was me. I could finally run finally be free from the hand of death as it slowly tightens its grip on this place I used to call home.
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Post by 1000unicorns on Sept 21, 2016 16:21:40 GMT -5
1000unicorns finally decided she had to leave, after all she had eaten all the food her home and had been needing to head to the store before the murders began. She cautiously exited her den, trying to hide in the shadows along the way the store.
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Post by insecure on Sept 21, 2016 17:01:34 GMT -5
Voting Time has begun.
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Post by Sky on Sept 21, 2016 17:30:23 GMT -5
With shaky paws I drag myself out of my den and look outside. The fresh cool air hits me like a bullet and I breathe deeply, letting the wind ruffle my fur and cool my cheeks. To let it carry away the sadness, the fear, the doubt, the anger, the pain... When suddenly right there for one second, I feel alright, unfortunately the second soon passes. I close my eyes and listen but can hear nothing but the the echoing screams off my old buddies.
(I vote Medic sorry but your profile pic is looking at me funny)
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Medic
New Jammer
Procrastinating instead of studying.
Posts: 24
Animal Jam Name: Dermedic
Signature: Quite the spicy mayme
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Post by Medic on Sept 21, 2016 18:46:34 GMT -5
After sitting in front of the fire in the same position for hours, Pyr decided to get up and walk around a bit. Sure it might be past the dead of night, but he really needed to stretch his front and back legs. He places the cold mug into the basin, before turning it upside down to empty the rest of the cold coffee down the drain. He sighs knowing he'd be safer to go to his den but a gut feeling was telling him otherwise.
As Pyr opened the door he was shot in the face with a gust of cold wind. With his first two paws colliding with the deep snow in front of him, he knew this was going to be one of the worst decisions he will ever make. As he traveled a bit further up the mountain the wind and snow falling started to get stronger and more violent, almost throwing him off a bit. 'I gotta get out of this or else I'll end up freezing to death' he mutters to himself, breathing into his paws and rubbing them together like he was going to start an impossible fire within. As lucky as he could be he had found the cave that led to Crystal Sands. He darted towards the cave entrance proceeding his journey to go back to his beloved den. 'Home sweet home' as they always say.
( No offense taken, I'll take that as a complement. I'm going to vote lordlucario, sorry! Gah, decisions are hard to make ).
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Post by Russia on Sept 21, 2016 18:57:57 GMT -5
(Ill vote 1000unicorns)
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Post by 1000unicorns on Sept 21, 2016 19:12:00 GMT -5
(I'll vote Lucario
I won't vote medic yet....cause pyrocynical(very lit reason btw))
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Post by Kiddo on Sept 21, 2016 19:14:07 GMT -5
(I'll vote lordlucario too)
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Post by insecure on Sept 21, 2016 20:05:18 GMT -5
Will post Exile tonight.
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Post by insecure on Sept 22, 2016 5:18:49 GMT -5
Lordlucario stood before her buddies who chanted her name. "But- But.." Tears rushed to and from her eyes as the Jammers stepped forward.
"If we're wrong, we're doomed. The guard is dead- You are the murderer! You have to be!"
"Wait-!"
"Monster!"
"No! You must've killed Xy in the Sol Arcade because you love it there, didn't you? We should have known!"
"I'm sorry, I just.. It was-"
"NO Excuses! We don't want to hear it!"
"Kill me, please!"
The pleading surprised Jamaa, making them fall silent. They stared at Lordlucario, who was pleading for death as hot tears fell down her face.
"Please kill me. I'm sorry."
The begging continued, until Medic pulled something out of his coat.. "Well- it's what she wants."
"You had a gun..?"
Whispers of surprise went around, and died quickly.
The Jammer glanced to the others, awaiting approval.
The stepped back, nodding. One of them even strapped the Killer's leg to a Light Pole so she couldn't run- as if she wanted to.
"I'm disappointed in you."
The last words Lordlucario would ever hear. The gun clicked, and was aimed at her head. She stared down, hearing her heart in her ears and her face burning with hot tears. Those words and the shot of the gun were the last thing she ever heard.
Congratulations, Jamaa! You've caught the killer!
The next game will begin after I come home. After this game or two, I will be able to choose Game Hosts.
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