Acklow
I am always tired. Don't bother me.
Whatever. I am sick and tired of waiting so it's not even worth waiting anymore.
Alrighty then...
Chapter 2 (Day):
9:00 March 6, 1922. Swiss Alps.
The night was a long one. At least to those who stayed awake. It wasn't the usual kind of night. That was because of the rush of tension that many experienced that night due to the fact that so much happened.
What you experienced that night was nothing out of the extraordinary. It could be said that it was simply something you expected to see yourself doing in such a situation. Thus it wasn't long until dawn approached. The commotion from the day before had not died down, and as such many of the passengers looked tired.
There was a call for the passengers to gather together for a breakfast briefing. Nobody was in the mood for it at all. The sleepless night combined with all the recent events had kept everyone on the edge.
As everyone entered into the Dining Car one by one, you found yourself staring at each of the passengers. Their dull, tired eyes returned your stare. It was painful to look at. Yet satisfying to know that you were not the only one to lose
sleep. As the familiar face of the train attendant enters the room, all eyes turn to him. He smiles and bows his head,
"I hope everyone had a good night's rest!"
His bright and resonating tone hurt your ears. It almost annoyed you. Probably because you didn't get enough sleep last night. However as your thoughts of hitting him in the face began to brew, he suddenly frowned.
"Why, there are only eleven of you here! Who is the missing person?"
As you look among the other passengers for the missing man, you notice that Da Letter El was missing.
At least that is what you thought at first, until you heard a gasp. One of the passengers began to howl in terror. The passenger was sitting by the door to the pantry, which was closed shut when you entered, but was now open. There, lying among a pile of bread loaves was the body of Da Letter El.
One man, who looked rather extravagant, bent down to check the man's pulse. He shook his head.
"This man is dead," He looks up at everybody.
Everyone in the train car stood in shock. Who, what, why? This was the third death on this train. But now another passenger died.
"From the looks of it, he seems to have suffered blunt trauma," the man continues, "I would guess that the time of death was around six hours ago. Unfortunately there isn't much to go by for a murder weapon by the looks of it, so I can't help much there right now. I do however think that the large wound on the back of his head could have been dealt by a precise blow - most likely by a slender, yet hard object. I also found a will in one of his pockets, or at least a letter."
The extravagant man began to read the paper:
Each of you look at one another...a little surprised. Who was this woman that the paper spoke of? It was highly likely she could have been the murderer!
With this sudden turn of events it was decided that you would compare your findings from the night before in order to see if you could pinpoint the culprit.
IT IS NOW CHAPTER 2 (Day). CHAPTER 2 (Day) ENDS IN 48 HOURS. I PLAN ON UPDATING ASAP FOR THIS ONE UNLIKE THE LAST CYCLE. I APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR BEING LATE. THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE!! :)
Alrighty then...
Chapter 2 (Day):
9:00 March 6, 1922. Swiss Alps.
The night was a long one. At least to those who stayed awake. It wasn't the usual kind of night. That was because of the rush of tension that many experienced that night due to the fact that so much happened.
What you experienced that night was nothing out of the extraordinary. It could be said that it was simply something you expected to see yourself doing in such a situation. Thus it wasn't long until dawn approached. The commotion from the day before had not died down, and as such many of the passengers looked tired.
There was a call for the passengers to gather together for a breakfast briefing. Nobody was in the mood for it at all. The sleepless night combined with all the recent events had kept everyone on the edge.
As everyone entered into the Dining Car one by one, you found yourself staring at each of the passengers. Their dull, tired eyes returned your stare. It was painful to look at. Yet satisfying to know that you were not the only one to lose
sleep. As the familiar face of the train attendant enters the room, all eyes turn to him. He smiles and bows his head,
"I hope everyone had a good night's rest!"
His bright and resonating tone hurt your ears. It almost annoyed you. Probably because you didn't get enough sleep last night. However as your thoughts of hitting him in the face began to brew, he suddenly frowned.
"Why, there are only eleven of you here! Who is the missing person?"
As you look among the other passengers for the missing man, you notice that Da Letter El was missing.
At least that is what you thought at first, until you heard a gasp. One of the passengers began to howl in terror. The passenger was sitting by the door to the pantry, which was closed shut when you entered, but was now open. There, lying among a pile of bread loaves was the body of Da Letter El.
One man, who looked rather extravagant, bent down to check the man's pulse. He shook his head.
"This man is dead," He looks up at everybody.
Everyone in the train car stood in shock. Who, what, why? This was the third death on this train. But now another passenger died.
"From the looks of it, he seems to have suffered blunt trauma," the man continues, "I would guess that the time of death was around six hours ago. Unfortunately there isn't much to go by for a murder weapon by the looks of it, so I can't help much there right now. I do however think that the large wound on the back of his head could have been dealt by a precise blow - most likely by a slender, yet hard object. I also found a will in one of his pockets, or at least a letter."
The extravagant man began to read the paper:
Acklow said:Dear Da Letter El,
You are Darius the Doubtful.
You are a rather big man. You are, for some reason, dressed in cossack attire - dark brown bearskin boots and baggy pants as well as a rabbit fur hat. You have a sash tied around your waist and on it is a small bag that allows you to hold paperwork in it. You are bulky and have dark brown hair. You have a cossack-styled mustache on your face and you wear what looks like a sheriff's star on your chest.
You like fish, hockey, dancing, eating, reading poems, Americans.
You dislike guns, needles, mice, murder mystery movies, Americans.
It is important to note that you are Polish. You were once convicted and suspected of murder. The victim of said murder was the happy fiance of a woman who may be on board this train. You are not, however, guilty of murder (only you know this). You were the witness of the murder when it happened. However, since the murderer disappeared as quickly as he appeared, when the authorities arrived at the crime scene, you were arrested on the spot for being suspect of murdering the fiance. You know that if the woman would find out your identity, she would not hesitate to kill you, so it is in your best interest to try to keep mum about your past. You will be highly suspect, however, due to the nature of your menacing appearance, no matter what you do. Oh and did I mention you are Polish?
Each of you look at one another...a little surprised. Who was this woman that the paper spoke of? It was highly likely she could have been the murderer!
With this sudden turn of events it was decided that you would compare your findings from the night before in order to see if you could pinpoint the culprit.
IT IS NOW CHAPTER 2 (Day). CHAPTER 2 (Day) ENDS IN 48 HOURS. I PLAN ON UPDATING ASAP FOR THIS ONE UNLIKE THE LAST CYCLE. I APOLOGIZE AGAIN FOR BEING LATE. THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE!! :)