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innoscenteyes
26th Sep 2007, 4:55 AM
Claire looked at Fenns cut. SHe looked at Fenn worriedly.
"Do you know if the doctor is still awake?I believe I need his medical attention."

"I would think he would be it isnt to late." Claire hurried and starting escorting Fenn to the doctor Neros house.

eternal_sunshine
26th Sep 2007, 5:34 AM
Lizzie was...relieved? She blew out a shaky, loud breath. Her knees felt wobbly and her legs ached; she felt as unsteady as a newborn foal as she began to walk the dark road home.

Neighbors chatted beside her, animatedly; their voices pitched high with excitement from today's almost hanging. Lizzie wondered about Bartholomew (was he going to be okay? was he, as some thought, truly an innocent?), and wished she had someone to talk the day's events over with.

As it was, though, she was hardly fit for company. Her simple muslin dress was stained and torn in some places, and her wicker basket was full again - this time with clothes that needed mending. Her arms were killing her from lugging it around town, but she only needed to go a little farther...

((OOC: thanks for catching that Atropa! I hadn't even noticed myself.))

Fayreview
26th Sep 2007, 8:29 AM
Nero clicked his teeth together... this wasn't good Calliope was in turmoil and if she was in turmoil then those who listened to her would be. Did he tell her to clam herself? Did he tell her that there was a chance there were no witches? And if he did would she goes as far as to blame her own father?

Well he couldn't think about it. He must continue life as normal for otherwise he would simply sink into depression.

With that he entered his house, removed his wifes jewellry box and placed a letter inside. Calliope would recieve this box the day he died and with it her mothers final words.

He had only just returned the box to its hiding place when he heard movement outside, he went over and opened the door expecting his daughters return but instead there stood two women.

"Fenn are you alright?"

AtropaMandragora
26th Sep 2007, 3:28 PM
William was exhausted. Emotionally drained. The turmoil that had raged in his body throughout the day, the battle fought within, between his mind and his feelings, had worn him down. Not to mention those suspicious glances sent his way, eating away at his confidence and his calm.
All he wanted to do was to return home, take out that neatly hidden bottle of "strong drink" frowned upon by the good Lord, and have one large swig of it. Several, actually. But he better not.
After the accusation Bartholomew had hurled at him, he felt as though he was being watched by all of Salem. And that look Lucifer had shot him, once he had decided to go against his own words, and speak the question Bartholomew had left burning in his mind. It was a look that had sent chills up and down his spine, and he couldn't help but wonder... Was he to be the next person up on that stage, having to face the bottomless pit of anger burning in the eyes of the townspeople? Having irrational and ill-founded accusations thrown at him?
Just because his mind had been racing? Just for trying to make sense of what Bartholomew had said?

With a deep sigh, he stopped by the front door of his small home. He wouldn't touch that tempting bottle. If he was indeed being watched, any small detail could send people running to Mrs Appleblossom and Lucifer; the ones who seemed to be behind this trial in the first place.
But watching his step was a double-edged sword. If he appeared to consider every move he made, he'd look just as suspicious as being caught actually doing something a priest wasn't supposed to be doing, like drinking.
He was probably better off going about his business like he usually did. Only, he'd have to forget all about any plans he might've had to induldge himself in his favorite sins. He couldn't allow himself to get all too tempted now.
Seducing the fair young Julianna would just have to wait, as would making a move on that other one...

Though he couldn't keep from scanning the crowd once again, in search of the beautiful girl. But alas, it seemed she had already gone home.
He did see Lizzie, however, struggling along with the her all to heavy load. And, always having a helping hand to offer, William left his front door once again to catch up with her.

"Ah, Elizabeth", he said upon reaching her, concern evident in his voice. "You'll ruin your good health, carrying such a heavy burden. Let me help you."

Though instead of taking the basket from her, he first waited for her to accept his offer. Or reject it. A strong woman such as her might insist she could cope, and he didn't want to offend her. Or scare her. After all, he didn't know if she was one of the townspeople believing Bartholomew's accusation, or if she, like William, had realized it had only been an act of desperation from a man filled with fear. She seemed sensible enough, but one could never be too sure.

Tjaames
26th Sep 2007, 5:45 PM
((OCC: I'm so sorry that I have been away, a very busy weekend and then I became very will, forgive me :( ))

PennyTheCorgi
26th Sep 2007, 6:34 PM
He had only just returned the box to its hiding place when he heard movement outside, he went over and opened the door expecting his daughters return but instead there stood two women.

"Fenn are you alright?"

"I fell.." Fenn explained lamely, holding up her bleeding arm for Dr. Nero to see and leaning agianst Claire for balance. Dr. Nero reached down and gently pushed back the sleeve, turning her arm side to side to see the cut. " Will I need stitches?" Fenn asked anxiously. Growing up around her brothers, Fenn was no stranger to injury. But explaining to her father where she'd been all day would be hard enough without the added medical bill.

innoscenteyes
26th Sep 2007, 6:55 PM
" Fenn are you alright?" Dr. Nero look at her hands turning it around. Claire made sure to hold tight to Fenn. She had seena few people pass out from the sight of blood. She didnt think Fenn would, be just to be sure.

"I fell.. Will I need stitches?"

I looked at her worriedly. It looked as it would need stitches. She was bleeding a lot and the cut looked deep. But Claire wasnt a doctor. She looked at Nero worriedly.

eternal_sunshine
26th Sep 2007, 7:48 PM
"Ah, Elizabeth", he said upon reaching her, concern evident in his voice. "You'll ruin your good health, carrying such a heavy burden. Let me help you."

Surprised, Lizzie looked up to see the Reverend William - who had played such a prominent part in the trial. Lizzie had watched him, certainly, and believed his vote was the proper vote for a clergyman - but that accusation from Bartholomew...! She smiled at him anyway, not knowing what else to do; she hid her confusion behind a well-timed, winning smile.

"Thank you, Reverend," she said, softly. "In truth, I was half-hoping some strapping, young lad would come along and lend a helping hand." Her voice was light, teasing, but it was certainly God's truth. They'd all had a long, hard day, here in Salem. But she couldn't imagine anyone - save Bartholomew, perhaps - who'd had it harder today than William. She felt badly for William, in some ways and couldn't help but wish today's trial might be the last Salem saw for a long while.

"You're sure?" Lizzie asked, tentatively holding out the basket. "It's probably heavier than you think - Salem's residents are not too easy on their clothing, as you may well know!"

Fayreview
26th Sep 2007, 8:34 PM
Nero frowned, "I'm afraid so, but don't worry its a quick job and I wont charge you."

He opened his door wide and indicated the chairs by the fire place. "Do come in and sit down."

"Claire can you spare a minute? It would be helpful if you could prepare some fabric for bandages whilst I stitch..."

innoscenteyes
26th Sep 2007, 8:56 PM
Claire saw Nero frown looking at he cut and knew instantly she needed stitiches.
"I'm afraid so, but don't worry its a quick job and I wont charge you." Nero said confirmating what she thought.
"Do come in and sit down."
"Claire can you spare a minute? It would be helpful if you could prepare some fabric for bandages whilst I stitch..." Nero added.
" Yes doctor I can I would be glad to help."

PennyTheCorgi
26th Sep 2007, 9:48 PM
Nero frowned, "I'm afraid so, but don't worry its a quick job and I wont charge you."

He opened his door wide and indicated the chairs by the fire place. "Do come in and sit down."

"Claire can you spare a minute? It would be helpful if you could prepare some fabric for bandages whilst I stitch..."

Fenn followed Claire into the doctors house. The firelight cast a milky, welcoming glow on the room but Fenn's breath caught in her throat. Her papa was not a big believer in doctors or medicine so most of their minor injuries were treated at home. The last time she had been here was many years ago, and her next memory was of her mother's funeral. Fenn lowered herself into a chair near the fireplace and the doctor gently pulled her sleeve back to the elbow. His eyes lingered a moment on the thin scars that crisscrossed her arm and Fenn turned her head away, hoping to avoid any questions about the origin of the scars. She had been very young when it happened so she couldn't recall whether it had been Nero who had treater her.But she had nothing to worry about because Nero said only "I will make this as quick as possible, and then I shall walk both you ladies home. These are dark times to be out late.". "Thank you again Claire, and Dr. Nero." Fenn mumbled, glancing towards the door. The fire was warm and inviting but it was almost fully dark now and she knew that papa would have already sent Andrew to look for her.

Fayreview
26th Sep 2007, 9:48 PM
"Great Claire," Nero replied "boil that pot of water will you and then place several lengths of the white cloth from the table into it.... that way we can make sure they are clean. And wont make the wound worse."

He smiled at her gently before turning back to Fenn. "I will make this as quick as possible, and then I shall walk both you ladies home. These are dark times to be out late."

innoscenteyes
26th Sep 2007, 10:38 PM
Claire listened intentively as Nero told her what to do. "Great Claire boil that pot of water will you and then place several lengths of the white cloth from the table into it.... that way we can make sure they are clean. And wont make the wound worse."

Claire turned around to find a pot and fill it with water and layed the cloth our. She tried to go as quickly as she could.

"I will make this as quick as possible, and then I shall walk both you ladies home. These are dark times to be out late." nero said smiling warmly.

"Thankyou doctor. It would be anice of you to do so."

AtropaMandragora
26th Sep 2007, 10:40 PM
"Thank you, Reverend."

Lizzie's words were soft and the smile on her face was kind. It was a simple and polite greeting, but to William, it felt much like coming in from the cold, being let into a warm, cozy house after struggling through a blizzard. Much of it was probably his imagination, but the looks he'd recieved throughout the day had really taken their toll on him. He just hadn't realized how much until actually talking to someone, and so he gave Lizzie a warm smile, thankful even, for not shunning him.

"In truth, I was half-hoping some strapping, young lad would come along and lend a helping hand," she joked, drawing a soft chuckle from his lips.

He knew she was trying to ease up on the tension hanging in the air since this very morning, and it made him relax a little. Perhaps having a light-hearted conversation with someone was just what he needed to keep from making himself paranoid. It might even work better than that strong drink he'd been yearning for.

"And then you end up with a stuffy old priest?" he replied to her comment, offering an amused smile. "I do apologize."

He moved to take the basket from her, and hesitantly she let him, asking;
"You're sure? It's probably heavier than you think - Salem's residents are not too easy on their clothing, as you may well know!"

William merely smiled, and gave her a nod. Indeed it was heavier than he'd thought, but not too heavy for him to manage. Just what were the villagers wearing? Lead underwear?
The thought nearly made him laugh. Even if they were, he wouldn't have been surprised. They all seemed so virtuous and innocent.

After adjusting his grip of the basket he started walking, and Lizzie followed next to him.

"How are you these days, Lizzie?" he asked gently, figuring the young, hard-working widow used her work to try and fend off the loneliness she must be feeling, coming home to a dark and empty house. "With this... illness... raging amongst our young, I'm afraid I've neglected the rest of you."

Vicci
26th Sep 2007, 11:43 PM
Mary stood dumbfounded as Bartholomew stepped from the stage, free to roam the village again. Could people not see the evil whilst looking at him? She adjusted her skirts and plastered on a smile. She and Albert walked home together and she left him with her daughter and preparing her butter for churning and shaping for later. Mary returned to the square to see what the village really thought of the trial and it's outcome.

Mary spent a few minutes weaving in and out of the crowd catching snippets of conversation, whilst avoiding others completely. She found a crowd of people she was comfortable with and pushed herself into the discussion.

"What did you think of the verdit?" Mary questioned. She waited for answers and replied to questions before moving on. "I wonder if Bartholomew will attend Church now. He has admitted to being guilty, of that much atleast. Now we shall see if his attitude has changed."

eternal_sunshine
27th Sep 2007, 5:08 AM
William took the basket from Lizzie - with, she noticed, considerable more grace than she'd imagined possible - and began walking beside her.

"How are you these days, Lizzie? With this... illness... raging amongst our young, I'm afraid I've neglected the rest of you."

Lizzie sighed; somehow, all the brutal, pent-up anxiety of the day was expressed in that single breath. Even so, she sensed William was likely in no mood to hear any extensive reflections on the nightmare they'd all witnessed.

"I'm well, Reverend," she said, with the ghost of a truly amused smile on her lips, "and in the best of health as you can see, heavy baskets not-with-standing. It's a good thing I enjoy sewing; I do enough it."

But her smile ebbed; she couldn't ignore it. Lizzie looked down, then, but could still see his figure under the sweep of her eyelashes.

"I hope I'm not being too forward, Reverend - I just...are you, well, I don't want to be too bold." She paused briefly, and then decided to continue. "Are you faring all right? That...was a mess back there, certainly."

A more tangled group of sentences she'd never spoken, but Lizzie was feeling wildly insecure about delving into William's personal business. It wasn't that she meant to pry, exactly, but - she was concerned. William was a good man in her opinion; and, of course, he was God's spiritual leader in Salem. What hurt him, had the potential to hurt them all.

By now, they had come to the Dane house - and the night sky was covering Salem in inky darkness.

Fayreview
27th Sep 2007, 8:19 AM
Nero made relatively quick work of the stitching, his daughter would have done it faster, put they came to see the doctor and if it wasn't anything life threatening he'd do it himself. He had to admit Claire had made the job easier as bandages were fiddly work.

"There we go ladies, all finished. Now Fenn it will swell there is nothing we can do about it but it should be healing before the week is out. If you are worried feel free to return to me."

With that he slowly got up from his chair, turned and helped Fenn up, smiled at Claire and walked towards the door.

PennyTheCorgi
27th Sep 2007, 7:54 PM
"There we go ladies, all finished. Now Fenn it will swell there is nothing we can do about it but it should be healing before the week is out. If you are worried feel free to return to me."

With that he slowly got up from his chair, turned and helped Fenn up, smiled at Claire and walked towards the door.

"Thank you Dr. Nero." Fenn said with a small smile. Her smile faded as she remembered her book of poetry sitting near the fountain. "I really should go now, My brother is probably looking for me..bye Claire." she mumbled, trying to squeeze past the doctor.

Shenanigans_SC
27th Sep 2007, 8:20 PM
Salem
~ * ~
Day 2: Tuesday Morning Breaks
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y225/Mila_Muromachi/SIMS2/Salem/Welcome.jpg

Salem had the darkest night anyone could remember. The clouds were extremely thick, challenging the moon to get a minuscule amount of light through. Most everyone had locked their doors tightly behind them when they returned home from the trial. They had indeed found Bartholomew innocent, but that only meant that whoever was killing their children was still out there. Parents hugged their children extra tight that night, for they didn’t know if it would be their last chance. The entire town was silent, dreadfully silent.

As the sun peeked over the horizon, filling the sky with crimson reds and deep oranges, a few people were out doing their early morning routine. Dr. Nighwolfe had risen early and stepped out onto his front stoop. He took a deep breath in, filling his lungs with the sweet crisp morning air. Without thought he glanced across the street. I see Ms. Harrison is up early tending to her prize winning daffodils.

“Good morn to you Ms. Harrison.” He called out to her. There was no response. Nero looked closer; her body was hunched over, facing away from him. He had thought she was just studying the flowerbed soil. No, something wasn’t right. He made haste in crossing the street. “Ms. Harrison, are you all right?” No response. “Ms. Harrison!”

As he got closer to her, a dark gloom overtook him. Now he could see her as clear as day. Her body was hunched over a good size rock, her face frozen in the expression of absolute terror and fear. He reached down and closed her eyes, there’s just something unnerving about a dead person’s stare. This was not the type of start he had hoped for the new day.

~ * ~

Sorry Elektra Natchios33, your character has been eliminated by the Witches Clan.

So Salem, it’s a new day, and the Witches have gone from killing your young, to killing you! It’s time to be suspicious! Everyone (except my Witches Clan) has three days to PM me who they suspect is a witch. Please include a reason (like last time, no matter how silly), as I use them in the accusations that open the trials.
Have fun!

Fayreview
27th Sep 2007, 8:45 PM
((Oh dear! I was scared when I saw Nero's name in that post... But thankfully i only found a body!

Oh and by the way i think the little 'Have fun' comment is a little mean shenanigans! Amber's dead :S))


Nero felt like he'd been hit in the stomach... there were witches in town. Witch all the energy he could muster he ran as fast as his old legs would carry him.

As he reached the town square he began to shout "WAKE EVERYONE, WAKE NOW, CHECK YOUR LOVED ONES AN ADULT LIES SLAIN!!!"

He panted and the colour drained from his face as he countinued to chant his message of woe he saw shutters move, thankfully people were stirring. He would have been more scared had he not heard Calliope singing to herself as he left the house...

GeeWayrocks
27th Sep 2007, 9:00 PM
Hailey wakes up quickly. She hears shouting, and looks out her open wondow. Dr Nightwolfe is running through the village, screaming about an adult being dead.
"MAMA!! PAPA!! Another person is dead!"

Vicci
27th Sep 2007, 10:01 PM
"WAKE EVERYONE, WAKE NOW, CHECK YOUR LOVED ONES AN ADULT LIES SLAIN!!!"

Mary woke with a start and checked her side. It was empty. Mary began to panic. She ran into Madeline's room to find the girl sleeping peacefully. She scooped her into her arms and hugged her tight.

"Why are you sad Mama?" asked Madeline quietly. "Why are you up so early?"

"Your Papa has gone missing Madeline.. the townsfolk.. they're talking of death."

"But Mama.. Papa is in the kitchen."

Mary raised her head and put her daughter on the floor and walked into the kitchen with her. Sitting nursing a cup of coffee was her husband. Mary ran to his arms and started to cry. Albert shushed her and Madeline came in for the hug too. "Oh Albert, I'm so scared. The people are talking of death.. when you weren't there I went crazy. This witch has got to be found soon!" she sobbed.

GeeWayrocks
27th Sep 2007, 10:04 PM
Hailey is glad to see both her parents still in the house. They shout at her about the fuss, but fall silent when she tells them about the murder. They ask to be alone, so Hailey dressed quickly, and goes to ask Dr. Nightwolfe about who it was.

AtropaMandragora
27th Sep 2007, 10:16 PM
At his question, Lizzie's chest heaved with a deep sigh, sounding much like the one he himself had given just minutes ago; exhausted, and still filled with worry.
When she spoke, however, she tried to make her words sound just as light as before, speaking them with a faint smile on her pale lips.

"I'm well, Reverend, and in the best of health as you can see, heavy baskets not-with-standing. It's a good thing I enjoy sewing; I do enough it."

A vague smile tugged at William's lips, but it remained only that; a vague smile. He didn't really believe her, but rather suspected that she was still just trying to be nice, and raise his spirits.
He couldn't be hiding his insecurities very well...

And as fate would have it, Lizzie's next words told him he'd been right in thinking so.

"I hope I'm not being too forward, Reverend - I just... are you, well, I don't want to be too bold."

There was a pause, but then she continued. She probably figured that since she's already started speaking, she might just as well finish asking her question;

"Are you faring all right? That... was a mess back there, certainly."

William's eyes briefly darted over to her, before settling on the pile of clothing in the basket he was carrying. It had indeed been a mess. The whole day had been a complete mess. And to be honest, he wasn't sure he was doing so good. Obviously he was troubled, and he doubted he'd get much sleep tonight.
Still, it wasn't he who should burden the villagers with his problems. Especially not when their problems were the same as his. Instead, he really should try and snap out of it, and try his best to be the one they could all come to, to talk. Or even confess. Even if it seemed most of them would choose not to from now on.

"You've got a kind heart, Lizzie", he said gently, although still avoiding to look at her. "I thank you for your concern, but I'll be alright. I'm just a little... shaken."

Just then they reached Lizzie's house, and William finally looked up.

"Ah, here we are", he said, trying to yet again adopt a somewhat light-hearted tone of voice, but it probably ended up sounding forced.

He handed her back the basket, bid her a good night, and insisted he'd stay out there until she was safe in the house and had locked the door securely behind her.
Then he quickly headed on home, and did the same.


As dawn approached, it turned out he'd been right. He didn't get much sleep at all. In fact, when the doctor came running through town, he'd just managed to doze off - much thanks to finally giving in and allowing himself that one drink he'd promised he wouldn't touch. But in the middle of the night, who could possibly be watching him? His house had been completely dark, and so even if someone had been sneaking around outside, they wouldn't have seen a thing.

However, the little good the alcohol had done him was instantly shattered when the screaming from outside made him jerk awake in his bed, still fully clothed. Stumbling to his feet, he felt as if someone had thrown a hand full of dirt in his eyes while hitting him in the head with a hammer. Just what the h*ll was going on?
"An adult lies slain"?
Oh no...
Another death. By witchcraft? Or by someone taking matters into their own hands? Given what had happened yesterday, it wasn't a very far-fetched idea...

Groaning to himself he stood, and stumbled over to the basin to splash some water on his face, trying to wake himself up and clear his foggy mind. It helped a little, but he still felt like he hadn't slept in a week.
But there wasn't much to be done about that now. Whatever was going on outside was more important, and so he headed for the door while straightening his clothes to the best of his ability. With a little luck, he'd look half decent.


(((ooc: Kind of long, and crappy. A bit scatterbrained right now. :/ )))

innoscenteyes
27th Sep 2007, 10:28 PM
After they patched Fenn up Nero walked them home. Claire awoke to Nero running screaming of death. Claire quickly got out of bed and ran to Tommy and saw he was ok. She hurried and got dressed and ran to town to see who was killed.
She ran to Nero, " Nero who was killed!?"

Shenanigans_SC
27th Sep 2007, 10:39 PM
Uh... innoscenteyes... how can you run TO Nero asking if HE was killed? lol Am I not following correctly or do you have a typo?

PennyTheCorgi
27th Sep 2007, 10:58 PM
Fenn awoke the next morning to the thump and clatter of running feet. Andrew sat on the bed across from hers, jamming his feet hurriedly into boots. His hair was mussed and his eyes still held the glaze of sleep. "What's going on?" Fenn asked. Andrew yanked the laces tight on his boots and jumped up to leave. "Amber Harrison was found dead!" he yelled as the ran downstairs. Fenn's heart skipped a beat. Were the so called "witches" killing adults now too? She leapt out of bed and grabbed for her skirt and boots.

Haylifer
27th Sep 2007, 11:06 PM
Lucifer was awoken by a panicked voice calling through the streets. The town crier was evidently early today. Mind addled by sleep, he mused over what the cause for this urgency was.. But not for too long. He pulled himself up from bed and crossed the room to the basin in the corner, filling it with icy water from the indoor tap before splashing it across his face. The coldness of the water seemed to wake him some more, for he could hear the town crier's speech much more clearly. It seemed like the voice belonged to not the town crier, but Doctor Nero.. and suddenly the reason behind the urgency became crystal clear.

"WAKE EVERYONE, WAKE NOW, CHECK YOUR LOVED ONES, AN ADULT LIES SLAIN!"

Any trace of sleep left in the young man vanished. He grabbed the loose white shirt and black breeches that hung idly over the chair, pulled them on in a hurry and left the house. He had no loved ones to check, oh no, spiteful Satan had seen to that years before. Instead, he headed straight towards the Doctor.

"Nero - Good man, whom do you speak of? Who lies slain here in Salem?"

The young girl, Hailey, looked concerned as she too approached Nero. Claire also came up to the Doctor, asking him the very same question.

"Was there evidence of a struggle? Did you find any clues to how she died?" Lucifer fired the questions as a detective questioning a witness to the murder. "Did there seem to be evidence of witchcraft? Undoubtedly since we let Bartholomew free.. he sought out revenge. Amber was amongst those who accused him of being guilty.." He went on expressing his vague thoughts aloud, until he came across another proposal. "She will need a funeral. Hailey, if you will, please hurry and contact the Reverand. Amber Harrison did not die in vain; we will not forget her, and continue our fight against the foul works of witchcraft."

innoscenteyes
28th Sep 2007, 4:29 AM
Uh... innoscenteyes... how can you run TO Nero asking if HE was killed? lol Am I not following correctly or do you have a typo?

((ooc:oops it is a typo. lol srry. thatnks for telling me. i am going to fix it now.))

ElektraNatchios33
28th Sep 2007, 6:01 AM
((aww. Oh well. It seems I'm always the first killed :) Just guve miss Amber a propper burial. Good bye cruel Salem!!!)

Fayreview
28th Sep 2007, 8:03 AM
Nero was bombarded with questions; "Just keep the young away from Amber Harrisons house until we can move her from the garden." Was all he could reply, his brain had turned to different things such as how could he force his daughtr to get out of Salem?

GeeWayrocks
28th Sep 2007, 5:51 PM
"Hailey, if you will, please hurry and contact the Reverand"

Hailey nods, and runs towards the Reverand's house, and knocks on his door.
"Reverand? There's been a murder, Amber Harrison is dead! I was told by Lucifer to get you, we need to arrange her funeral." She steps back from his door, waiting for his answer. Dr Nightwolfe is gathering a crowd, people are coming to question him, including her parents.

AtropaMandragora
29th Sep 2007, 12:14 AM
Inches away from the door, William suddenly heard running footsteps on the other side, followed by a frantic knocking. The sudden and loud noise made him wince as it shot a sharp, quick pain through his temples. Alright already!

"Reverand?" came a child's dainty voice, in sharp contrast to the deafening pounding on his door. "There's been a murder, Amber Harrison is dead! I was told by Lucifer to get you, we need to arrange her funeral."

"Yes yes", William muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. "I heard. All of Salem heard."

Then he pulled open the door, coming face to face (or rather, chest to face) with young Hailey Morgana. The executioner's daughter.
Oh my. He'd been up for two minutes, and already this was a day filled with tragedy and bad omens. And he feared it wouldn't get any better.

"Thank you, Hailey," he said, looking up from her face and over her head, at the group of people gathering around the doctor and Lucifer.

Without saying another word he brushed past her and headed for them, rubbing his tired and slightly reddened eyes as he did, probably not noticing just how dishevelled he looked, even for this early hour. He had other things on his mind.
And as the doctor was already drowning in questions, William simply joined the group, listening and waiting for the cacophony of voices to die down.

Shenanigans_SC
29th Sep 2007, 2:17 AM
There's about 24hours left till the next suspect is revealed. I sure could use some more suggestions!

Titania_SC
29th Sep 2007, 3:24 AM
Oh dear.
This was bad, wasn't it? Well, of course it's bad. Death is always bad. Death by witches is even worse. It's unimaginable. So unimaginable it shouldn't be happening. Not to anyone.

Abigail was just... confused. She was sitting on a bench in the towns square, where lately she had been spending most of her time, just thinking about things. Something about it just made it seem safe. Most likely because there was someone around at all times, and witches wouldn't dare to attack anyone in public. If she was here, she's be safe from anything that would happen.

[[Abigail's approachable =D]]

Fayreview
29th Sep 2007, 12:01 PM
Nero dropped his voice so young ears would not pick up what he was saying; "I walked out of door this morning, saw her bending over her flowers. I called hello when she didn't reply i walked over and saw she was actually doubled over a rock with a terrorfied look on her face, and then i came here."

He sighed, "I guess all I can say is Amber Harrison wasn't the one killing the children and therefore should be burried as one of the fairest ladies in Salem."

veldagia
29th Sep 2007, 12:23 PM
Samuel rubbed his eyes trying to purge away the sleepy tendrils that crept around his mind. Splashing cold water upon his skin he shuddered slightly. Before pulling on his clothing. He began to prepare his breakfast a simple feast of oats and water, to warm the belly. He set the pan upon the stove, a low heat to warm the mixture through and began stirring.

But as he pulled the wooden spoon through the mixture to distribute the heat he heard shouting. A loud announcement that sent a chill through the bones as the Doctor called "WAKE EVERYONE, WAKE NOW, CHECK YOUR LOVED ONES, AN ADULT LIES SLAIN!"

Another dead, oh the Lord have mercy on their souls. Samuel hastily grabbed his coat and dashed outside forgetting all about the porridge over heat. He saw the crowds beginning to gather around the Dr. Asking questions of just who was killed. And reached the in time to hear Dr Nero speak. "Just keep the young away from Amber Harrison’s house until we can move her from the garden."

So his ears had not deceived him this gloomy morn. Amber had been taken from them in the night. He removed his hat. A solemn gesture, and let it bow down in the direction of her house.

Nero dropped his voice so young ears would not pick up what he was saying; "I walked out of door this morning, saw her bending over her flowers. I called hello when she didn't reply i walked over and saw she was actually doubled over a rock with a terrorfied look on her face, and then i came here. I guess all I can say is Amber Harrison wasn't the one killing the children and therefore should be burried as one of the fairest ladies in Salem."

Samuel nodded his agreement. The children needed to be kept away, but surely they would have herd the Drs shouts spreading the hysteria through the town. Parent would have much explaining to do to any tiny pinpricked ears.

Spotting the blacksmith’s daughter sat a little way from the crowd. He headed over, taking a seat beside her. She had had a brother who had died not long ago. Who could imagine how such tragic news would affect her soul.

“Abigail, are you OK?” Samuel asked compassion filling his deep voice.

((OCC Titania, hope its OK I had Samuel know about Abigail's brother I assumed they'd know each other. Let me know if you want me to change it.))

Fayreview
29th Sep 2007, 1:08 PM
Nero knew the shouting may not have been the smartest thing but the children would have found out about the death anyway... the important thing is they did not see her.

With this thought in his mind he set off back to the house to find a sheet to put over the poor womans body.

eternal_sunshine
29th Sep 2007, 8:54 PM
Lizzie bid William a civil good night, then headed into the empty, dark house. She put the house to order, finished a few of the quick sewing jobs, and then, slept, peacefully.

Until -

"WAKE EVERYONE, WAKE NOW, CHECK YOUR LOVED ONES, AN ADULT LIES SLAIN!"

Lizzie woke up with a start. Hurriedly, she shoved on clothes, and ran outside without thinking. She looked ragged and sleep-worn; her hair was not properly in a bun, but loose and flowing over her shoulders. Peering over the shoulder of the gathering crowd, she saw Nero and many other neighbors, including...Abigail.

Lizzie lowered her eyes, quickly, and was unsure if Abigail had seen her. Since the death of Joshua - her dead husband, Abigail's brother - she had studiously avoided the woman. She shrank back against the crowd, face flushed, and saw the dead woman - Amber Harrison.

Her eyes bright; her skin clammy; Lizzie felt sick and horrid. A death in Salem! Oh, when would this ever end?

((OOC: Titania, I gave a name to your dead brother/Lizzie's dead husband. I hope that's okay!))

Shenanigans_SC
30th Sep 2007, 2:50 AM
Salem
~ * ~
Day 2: The Trial

The morning had been a horrifying one for nearly all of Salem. Not even a few hours after the removal of Ms. Harrison’s body from her garden, the day would grow even more horrifying for some.

Some of Salem’s townsfolk turned to Mrs. Appleblossom when they found out about the morning’s death. She had been right about witches being in Salem; perhaps she would know what to do. After their huddled meeting they left Mrs. Appleblossom’s in search of someone new.

As most citizens were gathered in town square, they drug their newest suspect to the stage that was still there from the previous days’ events.
“She’s the one! Put her on trial!” A horrified Calliope Nighwolfe was thrust upon the stage. Mrs. Appleblossom had a new helper today, as she no longer trusted Lucifer. This man called out in a low bellowing voice. “Miss Calliope Nighwolfe, you are accused of the evil practice of witch craft, and with the death of Ms. Harrison. How do you plead?”
The crowd was silent waiting for her first words of defense.

~ * ~

Sorry Ms. Calliope Nighwolfe (cherryp3), you are on trial for the next three days. As last time, I need everyone to RP their characters verdict and follow it up with an obvious Out Of Character comment.
Thank you.

Titania_SC
30th Sep 2007, 3:00 AM
“Abigail, are you OK?”

Somehow the question provoked the memories of Joshua's death, well the aftermath. The constant asking if she was okay. She was, but she didn't understand completely what had happened.

Abigail looked up and saw that Samuel was the one who asked her the question. She scanned the crowd, she saw Lizzie, who would've been her sister-in-law. They didn't talk much, it was too awkward. What exactly do you say to the woman who's your dead brother's wife?

So, the question, are you okay? She said the response she had rehearsed long ago, "Of course, I'm fine, Samuel. How about you, are you okay?"
All said with a tentative smile.

Fayreview
30th Sep 2007, 8:51 AM
Nero stood and stared, no this couldn't be, what could he do? They couldn't kill his fair Calliope, not his daughter...

((Sufficed to say Nero would NEVER accuse his daughter of witchcraft... NOT GUILTY))

GeeWayrocks
30th Sep 2007, 9:09 AM
Hailey watched as the Doctor's daughter, Calliope was thrust onto the stage. She never would have suspected her, though maybe that's why Miss Harrison died - if Caliiope is in league with witches, Amber is dead because they put the wrong person on trial. But Calliope in league with witches? She seemed just a little too holy for that.

((Hailey tends to see the good in everyone, and votes not guilty))

AtropaMandragora
30th Sep 2007, 3:39 PM
(((ooc: GeeWay - We seem have a situation similar to the Bartholomew/William thing going on here. How does Hailey know Calliope hurts her patients?)))

Fayreview
30th Sep 2007, 3:47 PM
((Atropa she said she suspects it... she didn't say she knew it and also itwas only in her thoughts.))

GeeWayrocks
30th Sep 2007, 5:59 PM
((I've edited it so there will be no more confusion. Sorry about that))

AtropaMandragora
30th Sep 2007, 7:14 PM
((Atropa she said she suspects it... she didn't say she knew it and also itwas only in her thoughts.))


(((ooc: So.. what she doesn't say out loud doesn't count towards what she "knows"? :confused:
That's very odd.
And, what I read clearly insinuated that she knew. I even believe the words "She knew" were in there somewhere, but it's been edited since, so I can no longer tell.
But sure, whatever.)))

Pandaness
30th Sep 2007, 8:06 PM
When Julianna woke in the morning too late, it seemed as if the day before had been to waste. She had not stayed long at the church, and she hid in the comfort of her home from the muffled, critisizing voices from the outside; but all they did was become louder throughout the day.

Ms. Harrison, Anne was found dead. She had always sort of kept to herself, and Julianna had not particularly been too involved with her life, but it was sad to see one go nonetheless. As she brushed he tortise-shell comb through her wavy pale hair, her father was at the church organizing a funeral. Outside, Ms. Nightwolfe was tried for witchcraft.

How surreal it was, the transition of accustation from a loud-mouth priest, to a coy young doctor. In this town, it looked as if no one was safe from the masses, because once they embraced your imperfections, you were incriminated as a murderer and one of satan's messengers.

Just to get it over with would be her idea of a perfect town. Just exterminate all the "witches" and move along. If they continued to carry on like this than before long they would all be hung at the gallows.

Locking the door with a small brass key, she headed down the cobblestone track to the church. Once more, Ms. Appleblossom became the ring-leader of chaos, and the mob raged on with a very red Calliope pushed to the front. She shook her head and headed into the church, her footsteps echoing on the wood floor. She saw her father somewhere in the back, shuffling around papers documenting deaths. As she sighed, she knelt at the pew saying a prayer. Several other people were at the church as well this morning, but she chose the bench unoccupied today.


(( ooc. Julianna is extremely approchable. ))

PennyTheCorgi
30th Sep 2007, 9:38 PM
Fenn glanced sideways at Julianne as she mumbled her prayers. As soon as Ms. Harrison had been found dead, Fenn's father had dragged them all to church. He said it was to pray for the sins of the guilty but Fenn thought it was more likely to prove that they were a good, churchgoing family. With a final Amen, Fenn stood slowly and walked over to Julianna. "May god be with you Ms. Wardelle." She whispered, loud enough for the other patrons to over hear her. Then lowering her voice she added. " Julianna, what thinks you of Calliope? She does not seem like one with a murderous spirit to me."

cherryp3
30th Sep 2007, 10:02 PM
ooc: Uh, guys. I know no one has really said anything yet, but let's keep it reasonable. You can't just know that she's harming her patients. *___* Something like that would be nearly impossible to be certain about unless you actually heard the words coming from her mouth.

It happened so quickly, Calliope did not even have time to don a robe over her nightgown. Her father's voice rang an alarm through every vector of her mind and it crushed feeble silence with an iron fist. With anxiety present in her graceful features, she scooped the cloth of the nightgown in her hands and delicately padded over to the door so that she might peep her head out of the crack.
However, the other townsfolk had other ideas for her. They wrenched her from the door, startling her so that she could only amble after them, stumbling over the dirt road in a silent stupor. What had she done? Surely they did not suspect her of witchcraft! The very thought brought her heart to pounding against her chest, clawing at the ribcage as though trying to escape the fate its host might be sealed with.

Without mercy, the usually adoring civilians thrust her upon the stage, where she collapsed gracelessly upon the splintered wood. Before her, a sea of demons barked at her, throwing accusations that could not be heard due to the milky state of her mind. The clarity that coupled with her arrogance had melted away long ago, becoming nothing but a swamp for misinformation and chaos to breed.
There were tears spilling down her cheeks. Perhaps not of sorrow, for she did not care much whether she might live or die, but something ached within her heart, blossomed into something unobtainable, something she could not comprehend. The looks upon the faces of those others. Perhaps it was her naivety that still clung to her beneath the folds of sin and cruelty. Or maybe, it was simply her selfishness.

Pieces of her begged to break down, to force her body to sob and kick and scream--like a young girl throwing a temper tantrum after not getting her way. But, no. She could not allow such insolence to mar her good name. If she were to be pronounced guilty and be hung, she would do so with dignity. So, she pushed herself from the ground and lightly brushed away the tears gathering there.

“Miss Calliope Nighwolfe, you are accused of the evil practice of witch craft, and with the death of Ms. Harrison. How do you plead?”

The young woman breathed a soft sigh, focusing all of her internal efforts on clearing the haze from her mind.
Her voice shook ever so faintly, but she managed to stiffen herself and look a proper lady, "How do I plead?" she paused for a moment to steady herself, and she folded her hands ever so lightly over one another. Every word she spoke could be twisted into a falsehood. Every twist and turn could develop into poison that could effortlessly have her killed. "Not guilty."

Her emerald eyes shot into the crowd, and locked with those of several people, studying them in efforts to try to read their thoughts, "I would like to know...what the charges against me are? For what reason have I been suspected over any other soul in Salem Town?"
She shook her head, and spread her arms out wide towards the irate crowd laid before her, "I beseech you all--inform me of my wrongdoings."

Pandaness
30th Sep 2007, 10:27 PM
Julianna noticced Fenn practically staring at her between her clasped hands. It was if she longed to talk to her. This, among all other odd things going on in this town, was very queer and out of character. Why was it that a girl who was rarely spotted in the church, who had never really spoke much to any of the other girls her age, was now trying to cozy up to her? Was she using her as some kind of cover-up?

"May god be with you Ms. Wardelle."

It was spoken so intentionally loud as so the other patrons might hear her. As she approched her and became closer, she added more softly, "Julianna, what thinks you of Calliope? She does not seem like one with a murderous spirit to me."

Julianna's eyes widened and her head tilted at this question. She hadn't particularly thought much about the matter, nor had been prepared to testify. Clearing her throat as quietly as she could, she whispered back, "Ah, well Ms. Nightwolfe is not among the shady of this town, although I am unsure of her history. But seeing as another innocent has passed, I am starting to doubt that these accused are really as pure as they confirm. Perhaps we just continue to critisize the wrong citizens?" She shrugged, realizing she'd probably ran her mouth too much. "However this situation blows over, I believe it is best we if we do not get too involved."

PennyTheCorgi
1st Oct 2007, 1:19 AM
"Ah, well Ms. Nightwolfe is not among the shady of this town, although I am unsure of her history. But seeing as another innocent has passed, I am starting to doubt that these accused are really as pure as they confirm. Perhaps we just continue to critisize the wrong citizens?" She shrugged, realizing she'd probably ran her mouth too much. "However this situation blows over, I believe it is best we if we do not get too involved."

Fenn nodded. "Agreed. The citizens of Salem are not thinking so clearly, it would not do to draw attention even to the innocent." Fenn tried to ignore the look in Julianna's eyes, the look that questioned whether she was innocent. Fenn knew it wouldn't be long before the scared citizens turned their eyes to the pale girl with the scar on her cheek. "Do you believe there truly are witches among us?" Fenn asked, trying to keep her tone unconcerned of the answer.

veldagia
1st Oct 2007, 1:43 AM
"Of course, I'm fine, Samuel. How about you, are you okay?" Abigail said with a tentative smile.

Samuel nodded slowly without much conviction, he couldn’t pretend that this awful scurge had not left its taint upon his heart, “It’s a shock to see a young woman stolen from her prime of life…” But his words trailed off as a horrified Calliope Nighwolfe was thrust upon the stage wearing only her nightclothes, bravely fighting back the tears that formed in her eyes.

Samuel averted his eyes from the scene. Calliope had sat with him only the other day. Questioning the fact she had not seen him at service with her sacharrine smile. There was a fire that burned within her, that was plain to see, but was it a fire of vengeance, of cruelty to kill children and young women?. To hurt those that she shares the town with to satisfy her own desires.

Could she really be a witch? He had doubted they even existed but each day brought further evidence to him. It was entirely fanciful. He believed in evil, the cruelty that tainted people's hearts so they would wrong their fellow folk. But witches?

"I would like to know...what the charges against me are? For what reason have I been suspected over any other soul in Salem Town?" Calliope shook her head, and spread her arms out wide towards the irate crowd laid before her, "I beseech you all--inform me of my wrongdoings."

Samuel turned his head and spoke in hushed tones to Abigail. “It’s hard to think that it could be Calliope harming all those people, she’s the Drs daughter and all. What shame that would lay on the family..” Again his voice trailed off, he did not wish to cast any suspicions. Calliope had to be innocent, so many people trusted themselves to her, when they went into surgery. For her to be a witch and hold so many lives in her hands, well it was truly unthinkable. And she was always to be seen in church, her captivating voice leading the choir like an angel fallen from heaven.

((OCC Sorry it’s late here…

Samuel doesn’t know…… but I will add a vote eventually))

Titania_SC
1st Oct 2007, 2:20 AM
“It’s a shock to see a young woman stolen from her prime of life…”
And at that moment, Calliope Nighwolfe was on the stage, and she was accused to be a witch. A few murmurs from the crowd in shock, and it was as well to Abigail, a bit of a surprise. Of all people, Calliope, a witch?

She stood on the stage and asked, "I would like to know...what the charges against me are? For what reason have I been suspected over any other soul in Salem Town? I beseech you all--inform me of my wrongdoings."
To that, Abigail didn't have an answer. But that didn't make a difference. Calliope was still a witch. Nothing was going to change that in her mind.

Samuel said in a low voice to her, “It’s hard to think that it could be Calliope harming all those people, she’s the Drs daughter and all. What shame that would lay on the family..”

She nodded slightly, not really noticing the fact that Samuel wasn't completely done voicing his thought, and made a small sound of agreement. It seemed like he thought that she wasn't a witch, and Abigail had to mask the hint that she thought, knew, Calliope was.
Calliope had to be a witch. There was just no other option.

[[Obviously Abigail votes guilty, she sort of believes if they're accused, they must be a witch.]]

Fayreview
1st Oct 2007, 8:29 AM
"WAIT!!!" Nero was shouting. "I have a confession to make, i killed Amber... I did it, the smirking superior woman deserved to die. And I'd do it again. While i did make it my job to find her and everything I told you before was true, she had actualy risen early to care for her daffodils. Thats when I did it. I cut her down in her prime. But she deserved it you ALL deserve it, if you can't see whats staring yourself in the face. You are all going to die. If we witches have our way YOU WILL ALL DIE"

Nero gared malliciously at them all. He forced himelf to stay strong, he had to.

((O.k. here's the deal i just decided this is what Nero would do if you tried to kill his daughter, you can make the descision about whether I'll be believed Shenan. If you do agree to hang me instead I'll just leave the post containing the letter i hid for Calliope. If not I'll have Nero sink into a deep depression, as any father would in the situation.))

Shenanigans_SC
1st Oct 2007, 4:19 PM
Fayreview... I think you did an excellent job of your character. There were indeed people who pleaded guilty to not die, ironically enough. I would like to leave this to the townsfolk, to see how they take it. I imagine some would cry out he's just protecting his daughter, while others would say he really did it.

I admit though, Salem seems to have died down quite a lot as there's less than 24 hours before a verdict is to be made, and I've only had three votes turned in. (And an honorable mention for veldagia, as Samuel is working on it.)

I'm a bit torn right now, as the nature of this RP requires involvement among it's members. So, officially, I'm going to wait till the deadline I had set for the verdict being made. If there are no changes, I'll use my randomizer to decide who will possibly go to "the hill". Either Nero, or his daughter. If it's Nero, then he'll get his wish (as awful as that sounds) if it's Calliope, then I'll tally up the votes that I do have and proceed from there.

*edit*
My mistake, there is still a day and a half before the deadline. Sorry!

AtropaMandragora
1st Oct 2007, 4:27 PM
(((ooc: Shenan - Wait. When you posted the beginning of this trial, you said we had three days... That's 72 hours, no? It's only been almost 38 hours... And so that would mean we have MORE than 24 hours to get our verdicts in. 34, to be exact.
I'm trying to get an RP together today. I've just been really busy over the weekend, and I'm having some difficulty tapping into Will at the moment. *s* But I'll have an RP up soonish, hopefully)))

PennyTheCorgi
1st Oct 2007, 4:31 PM
"WAIT!!!" Nero was shouting. "I have a confession to make, i killed Amber... I did it, the smirking superior woman deserved to die. And I'd do it again. While i did make it my job to find her and everything I told you before was true, she had actualy risen early to care for her daffodils. Thats when I did it. I cut her down in her prime. But she deserved it you ALL deserve it, if you can't see whats staring yourself in the face. You are all going to die. If we witches have our way YOU WILL ALL DIE"

Nero gared malliciously at them all. He forced himelf to stay strong, he had to

Before Julianna could answer, Fenn's attention turned to the plaza outside. She turned her head towards the open church window as Nero ranted. Fenn shuddered. Surely the good doctor was just protecting his daughter. There were no witches, just scared townspeople. Would the normally peaceful citizens of Salem really kill and Nero or Calliope though? She shook her head sadly and turned back to Julianna.

(Fenn votes NOT GUILTY)

Fayreview
1st Oct 2007, 4:49 PM
((Okie I have no problem with leaving it to the people... I was just thinking it is what any good father would do for his child))

Haylifer
1st Oct 2007, 4:50 PM
((OOC: Atropa, my poor head just got scrambled by all those numbers :lol: So we have.. a day left? 1.5 days? Pretty much a day for me. I'll have a RP up tonight (with my vote!) but I'm on a laptop right now and it's just.. impossible to type more than five lines :p Anyway, hopefully Lucifer will have something constructive to say to people and not just mope around like some godbothering vigilante))

innoscenteyes
1st Oct 2007, 4:52 PM
Calliope a witch? It couldnt be. She was watching her on the stage. Claire could tell she was trying to keep her dignity. People were screaming at her. Calling her all sort of name. just then Nero screamed.""WAIT!!!" Nero was shouting. "I have a confession to make, i killed Amber... I did it, the smirking superior woman deserved to die. And I'd do it again. While i did make it my job to find her and everything I told you before was true, she had actualy risen early to care for her daffodils. Thats when I did it. I cut her down in her prime. But she deserved it you ALL deserve it, if you can't see whats staring yourself in the face. You are all going to die. If we witches have our way YOU WILL ALL DIE"

Oh my that brings an intersting statement in. She knows the doctor couldnt do it. SHe was more sure that the doctor didnt do than Calliope.

((ooc: Claire doesnt know yet. she is goingt o need evidence))

Shenanigans_SC
1st Oct 2007, 4:58 PM
Atropa, my sincerest appologies. I had looked at the date of my last post, the 29th, and thought there was 31 days in the month. I'm sorry, you are totally correct. Haylifer let your mind rest, there is a whole day and half a day. :)

Vicci
1st Oct 2007, 6:30 PM
Mary had been quietly watching proceedings. She was still wary about what had happened in the morning, but had cleaned herself up quickly to be the first to hear what had happened. Everyone was shell-shocked that someone could be killed so plainly but there were more oppressing matters.

When Calliope was bought on stage Mary reserved her judgements. Calliope was young and talented, but that was not to say that the young are tempted. She seemed to enjoy her work, but was it enough? Did she find Salem boring and wanted more adventure to her life?

"WAIT!!!" Nero shouted. "I have a confession to make, I killed Amber... I did it, the smirking superior woman deserved to die. And I'd do it again. While I did make it my job to find her and everything I told you before was true, she had actually risen early to care for her daffodils. That’s when I did it. I cut her down in her prime. But she deserved it you ALL deserve it, if you can't see what’s staring yourself in the face. You are all going to die. If we witches have our way YOU WILL ALL DIE"

Nero, the poor dear, was obviously acting out of grief. Having his daughter hang could be a daunting prospect on any parent, but was there something more behind it? He was obviously trying to take the blame from his daughter; does that mean he thought something she did was wrong? Nero was undoubtedly not a witch, and would not hang because he would not be so obvious about it and his acting skills really weren't that good.

Calliope on the other hand.. Mary just did not know. It was not as obvious as before, and Calliope attended Church and spoke the words of the Lord to others. With Nero’s “confession” and Calliope’s actions, who knew?

((Mary is not sure but will have her vote by the deadline!))

AtropaMandragora
1st Oct 2007, 7:00 PM
William spent most of this day much like the previous one; to himself. Although this time he didn't lock himself away in the back. He left himself approachable, and was relieved to discover that Lizzie wasn't the only one willing to talk to him. Maybe he had really misjudged the people of Salem, maybe they weren't so prone to believe false accusations and gossip after all. Most of them even pretended not to notice his slightly dishevelled appearance, and refrained from giving him judgemental looks. It was as if they understood what he'd been going through. Or rather, what Bartholomew and he himself had put him through.
For once in his life, William actually felt an affection for his whole congregation. It was something that had never happened before. Usually any feeling he have had regarding the churchgoers was disdain, boredom, impatience, or something similar. Although he'd never once allowed himself to show it. On the surface, he had always been the gentle, humble priest.

As noon approached, there was suddenly another eruption of angry voices out in the town square, and as William was currently not doing anything more important than changing the candles in the candelabras by the altar, he soon hurried outside.
To his horror, he saw none other than Calliope Nightwolfe on that makeshift stage some of the townsfolk had built the day before.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Surely they didn't believe Calliope was a witch? She was one of the most avid churchgoers there, and she was the town surgeon. Besides, no one knew her dirty little secret, except William. Just like she knew his. So what on earth were they all doing dragging her up there? In nothing but her nightgown no less!

William began protesting, but his voice was drowned out by those of the crowd, sending the accusations raining down on Calliope while she struggled desperately to hang on to her dignity.

"I beseech you all--inform me of my wrongdoings", she pleaded, and William's eyes roamed the crowd in search of people with a valid accusation.

There didn't seem to be even one.
Just then, there was another voice, shouting louder than any one else. Nero's. Calliope's father.

"WAIT!!! I have a confession to make, i killed Amber... I did it, the smirking superior woman deserved to die. And I'd do it again. While i did make it my job to find her and everything I told you before was true, she had actualy risen early to care for her daffodils. Thats when I did it. I cut her down in her prime. But she deserved it you ALL deserve it, if you can't see whats staring yourself in the face. You are all going to die. If we witches have our way YOU WILL ALL DIE"

William blinked in surprised, and then blinked again.
Well. That statement certainly put things in a different light, didn't it?
Now, he was no longer so sure. Nero's outburst indicated he didn't believe God would protect the innocent, and let them go free... And what truely god-fearing man didn't trust God?
However, the outburst did seem a little too obvious. No witch would sacrifice himself like that... unless the person accused was his daughter whom he knew to be guilty as well. Or was he just another desperate fool, acting erratic just like Bartholomew had done? Or had he simply gone mad? Or were both Nero and his daughter witches?
William really didn't know what to believe anymore.
He didn't want Calliope to be a witch. She was the one person in town most like him, putting on a mask to hide her true nature. And she had been watching his back, ever since catching him with a prostitue in the nearby town where they had both gone to indulge in their seperate personal vices.
But maybe she'd done it for no other reason than the amusement of knowing that her number one enemy as a witch - the priest, the man of God - was as debauched and two-faces as she was?

Nero's words had clearly been meant to avert all suspicions from Calliope. But on William, they had the exact opposite effect. He had gone from being convinced of Calliope's innocence, to doubting it.


(((ooc: This is not my verdict. I'll make another post before the deadline, but right now, William needs more time to ponder the matter. *lol*)))

Haylifer
1st Oct 2007, 7:00 PM
Lucifer stood this time not on the stage but before it, distanced from the hysterical mob yet still watching every move the accused made like a cat watching a mouse, ready to strike if it made one false move. In this instance, Calliope was the mouse. Indeed, a church-mouse, and it would be a sin to lay traps for church-mice in the holy grounds of the Lord. As for the innocence of the mouse? The young lady who was so worshipped and adored by many, and indeed had gained some fibre of respect from Lucifer himself in recent months.. It could be true that even she was a witch. A less deceitful female than most, but still pointedly a woman. This put her at higher odds of commiting sorcery than others in Salem, for women were spiteful and blasphemous beings without true souls.

But then came a turn of events; Dr. Nighwolfe, the girls father, span out a complex and panicked story of his guilt, how it had been he who had caused the death of Ms. Harrison - how he condemned the mob to death if he didn't hang. Nero finished his frenzied statement, glaring hysterically at the crowd as though daring any of them to disobey his bid for death.

Lucifer stepped towards the man slowly, careful to premediate any deranged attack the doctor may have launched into.

"Nero, I don't believe a word." he spoke, cool tone contrasting Nero's. "Naturally the cause of this outburst is to defend your daughter, as any red-blooded father here in Salem would. If you were indeed a witch, as you confess to being, you would let Miss. Nighwolfe hang and save your own skin. Witches have no conscience."

But then a second thought occured to Lucifer, one probably best left unvoiced for fear of it being true. It was possible, even probable, that his thought was true. He expressed it anyway, this time turning to face Calliope up on the platform. "But what if Dr. Nighwolfe here is currently under a spell, being possessed to sacrifice himself in order to save a witch?"

In order for this to be true, Calliope would have had to fail to realise that people would see through the guise of possession upon her father. Lucifer thought Calliope a more clever woman to overlook this, though. It would fail to make sense.

"Miss Nighwolfe is an educated woman. I believe the only possession upon Nero is that of love for his daughter. I declare them both innocent, and commend the good Doctor for his courage."

((OOC; Not guilty :P Either of them.))

eternal_sunshine
1st Oct 2007, 8:06 PM
Lizzie watched the proceeding trial with something akin to amazement - Calliope Nightwolfe! The town Doctor's daughter! Calliope looked fragile and alone on the stage, in her night shift, until -

"WAIT!!! I have a confession to make, i killed Amber... I did it, the smirking superior woman deserved to die... But she deserved it you ALL deserve it, if you can't see whats staring yourself in the face. You are all going to die. If we witches have our way YOU WILL ALL DIE."

Lizzie's intake of breath was audible; she could hardly believe her ears. Nero, confessing? Her head was spinning wildly, and she didn't know what to believe anymore. Since Mrs. Appleblossom's horrid accusations, life had turned into a nightmare in the once idyllic town of Salem. Lizzie felt desperate - she could feel their ordinary, nice lives slipping further and further away from them in the midst of all this insanity.

"Let's see her hang," Lizzie said - and her voice sounded foreign to her own ears. Was she really advocating Calliope's death? Ashamed, horrified, Lizzie buried her face in her hands. There was a small part of her that wanted to believe if Mrs. Appleblossom and the mob got what they wanted - a hanging - maybe this would all go away.

((OOC: Lizzie is really conflicted! But, she has decided to vote GUILTY))

Pandaness
2nd Oct 2007, 12:25 AM
On the eve of her reply, a very important one at that, Fenn left. As she scurried out of the church, she looked back at her with a lamenting expression, and Julianna was left half-standing at her pew. What was the matter with this town?

The mob had since grown there after she had visited the church. Now, the crowd was even more disrupted. Joining the distressed Calliope in center square was her father and Lucifer. Julianna had never really spoken much to any of them, but she did know the spare minimal and had her own opinion. The doctor was near-shady, even though he didn't really seem like the type, she stereotyped doctors like that. Lucifer was fine, but not William fine. At least William's background was uncertain; but Lucifer's past was strung around him. Calliope was loved by many, especially by her father. Which was probably putting him in the situation he was now.

He put on the face of a mad-man, and it did not suit him; she would know. Peering from the church doorway at the madness, he did not share the face of her friends that had recently passed. Over time, Julianna had sort of developed a sixth-sense of the possessed, and Nero was not one of them.

His extreme act of fatherly love might cost him his life, or backfire and claim Calliope's soul.

Lucifer stepped onto the plate, bringing up points in almost a lawyer-like manner. He was calm and collected, and all the points he made had rhyme and reason. But Julianna was still not sure about the modest intentions of fair Calliope, and she sure did carry herself as an accused witch.

Although she did not want to admit it, if someone was not hung soon than the madness of it all would only incline. Whether or not Calliope was hung did not determine the death of just one's skin.

(( Julianna votes guilty. Sorry :[ ))

cherryp3
2nd Oct 2007, 3:20 AM
“Stop, stop, stop! Halt your nonsense!” Calliope’s songbird voice cleaved through the chaotic noise, which in some freak accident had altered into an unidentifiable beast, some calling guilty, some crying innocent. Most seemed to fair on the side Calliope dreaded, the poison that melted like a flaming tongue across her mind. But what was worse--her poor, virtuous father was pleading her innocence, staking his own life in hopes to rescue her? It would not do. There was no sense in the argument. There was no winning. The crowd held nothing against her--yet it seemed impossible to justify herself. An accusation without proof, without a proper trail that held true was nothing but a death sentence in itself. There would be no trail.
She would be hanged.

“Do not listen to the poison that spills past my father’s lips! His tongue ties with trepidation, the fear that consumes him at the thought of losing the life of his only child is...is driving him temporarily insane,” she rose her hands in the air, a gesture of surrender to the crowd below. “The good Lord has blessed me with a bountiful life. I have met many good people,” her eyes trickled across the crowd, and she fought back the fear rising in her heart as her eyes finally locked with William, who she provided a grim smile. “And held my share of pleasant memories. Although a piece of me fears the passage from this world, I will die knowing I have lived my life to the fullest, and along the path the good Lord has painted me… If it means that my father might be spared, hang me. Perhaps when I am hanged, you will come to realize the terrible mistake you have made, and the true witches might be uncovered.”

She lowered her voice, and cast her gaze to her hands, “I can only hope that your souls are not sent to the fires of Hell for stealing the blood of the innocent."

Shenanigans_SC
2nd Oct 2007, 4:24 AM
I just have to say WOW cherryp3! That is one hell of a speech there! I was nearly literally sent into this crazy world you all RP so well!

Shadowblade
2nd Oct 2007, 4:30 AM
(OOC: Too tired to RP tonight, but Charlotte votes guilty, because she's decided that if they keep letting people off, more innocent citizens might be picked off during the night. It's flawed logic, but that's humanity for you.)

cherryp3
2nd Oct 2007, 4:47 AM
ooc: x____x Thank you Shenan!
Hee, things are looking pretty bleak for poor Calliope. Either way I will be interested in seeing whether the townsfolk actually choose right or wrong, nee?
Get it right, you've got a witch in the bag.
Get it wrong and there is one less townfolk on your side, and a lot more witches closing in for the kill.
Risky business here in Salem Town.
;]

HOWEVER, should Calliope be knocked off the list--I would like to thank you for creating such a suspenseful RP Shenan! I'm on the edge of my seat.

foolinthemoon
2nd Oct 2007, 5:18 AM
OOC: Mathias votes innocent...

Fayreview
2nd Oct 2007, 8:26 AM
"One who says witches do not have conciences may speak truth, but Lucifer said any red-blooded father would have done the same thing for their child. And last time I checked witches bled red blood just like everyone else. The speak and laugh life everyone else, they life in this quiet little town like everyone else. And even if I am not a witch what is to stop an normal being taking Vengenance on a town for hanging an innocent. I promise if my daughter hangs, it is not the invisible witches this town should be scared of but me, for surely no rage is more intense than that of a man with nothing to live for? If my daughter hangs tonight this town will still wake with one fewer residents tomorrow morning and their gravestone will not bare the name Nighwolfe. Even God would struggle to save that person....."

With this Nero fixed a glare of true anger on his face and stared hard at the woman who had first shouted for his daughters death.... "Beware darling Lizzie, life can be a very scarey and very dangerous place....." with that Nero flew from the stage, clearing the steps completely and landing roughly on the ground ran off down the road, he chose this road very carefully because Lizzie's house stood here with its door turned away from the road...

((I'm sorry for this I just can't let my Calliope die, And if she does can i atleast be told so I can read her the letter her mother wrote before she does... it'd be such a shame otherwise))

((P.S. Cherry sorry for stealing your thunder.... but i wouldn't be much of a father if i let it happen....))

((P.P.S. I just realised in my first OCC here I called her my Calliope... it seems I am really becoming the doctor......))

veldagia
2nd Oct 2007, 4:54 PM
((OCC srry no time to RP as I'm about to dash out but Samuel believes Calliope's guilty.))

innoscenteyes
2nd Oct 2007, 6:11 PM
Claire stood in the crowd and woundered the truth. Nero is trying to save his daughter. We have vote not guilty then she will live. We could have let the guilty go or hung an innocent. But who is a witch in this town if not her? I couldnt believe anyone to be a witch. If we dont hang her the witches will think we are weak. Lord what should I do? I have to be stong.

((ooc: Claire is going with guilty sorry.))

Vicci
2nd Oct 2007, 6:40 PM
Mary watched the people around her. It seemed split, and with more people believing guilty, Nero was getting crazier. After proclaiming his latest threat on poor Lizzie, he ran off down a road, turned a corner and went out of sight. Nero was trying desperately hard to save his daughter. Was it to save his legacy? Was it because he was a father? Was it to that there would still be one witch left in Salem atleast?

The madness was getting out of hand. People were dying, and Mary was getting worried for her and her families safety. Maybe if something was done, then this madness would stop because they knew the townspeople were serious. Calliope was a woman of the Church, but could her pushy ways just be covering something deeper? As soon as this problem was sorted, the easier it would be to sleep and resume normal everyday life.

((Mary votes guilty.))

Fayreview
2nd Oct 2007, 6:47 PM
Nero didn't stop at Lizzie's house. He had no desire to harm her and no one was following him. Whilst her descision that his daughter should be hanged made his blood boil she was just a scared woman. He slowed down and began to sob as he circled the town and headed for his own home. Well if he couldn't save his daughter, she may as well know her mothers secrets.

Once home he dragged out his wifes Jewellery box and removed the letter he had so recently placed inside...

AtropaMandragora
3rd Oct 2007, 1:07 AM
(((ooc: Gah, sorry so late! RL issues! :/ )))

Clearly conflicted, William just stood watching and listening to the crowd, and Calliope. Nero's shoutings were truely the words of a madman, but they could also be the words of a possessed soul.
Cautiously, his gaze shifted back to Calliope. If she was indeed a witch, would she sacrifice her father, of all people? William doubted she would. With so many people in Salem getting worked up and loosing sight of what was important - real hard evidence - wouldn't they all be vulnerable and open to witchcraft, to possession? Why then, would Calliope force the Devil into her own father's mind and body and make him spew all those horrible words about the townspeople, and poor Amber, God rest her soul?
No, Nero had simply gone mad with fear and grief. His words, no matter how beastly and cruel, were just a way to try and draw the villager's rage onto him instead of his daughter.
And as for Calliope herself... Although a fraud, he couldn't believe her to be a witch. The fact that he was still alive was proof enough of that. Had she been a witch, he would've surely been dead, as he'd witnessed her commit acts that would have her shunned by all of Salem, should they happen to find out about them. With William alive, there was always a chance they would. So why, if she truely had no conscience, and did have the power to kill him, would she let him live? The risk would be too big.
And, as he'd pointed out when defending himself against Bartholomew's accusations, a witch would not set foot inside the church, and Calliope was one of the most avid churchgoers in town. A sinner and a deceiver, that she was. But not a witch.
She'd even kept William's secret, and she still was, even under this much pressure, despite being able to quite easily let it all spill and have the whole town turn on William instead.
No, he simply couldn't believe her to be a witch.


(((ooc: William votes NOT GUILTY.)))

Shenanigans_SC
3rd Oct 2007, 2:44 AM
Salem
~ * ~
Day 2: The Hanging

Calliope stood, now quiet upon the stage. She had tried over and over to bring some sense of logic to the townsfolk. But they were a crazed crowd, appearing even to be blood thirsty. Mrs. Appleblossom sat silently on one of the wooden benches. It was hard to see, but there was a pleased smirk of satisfaction on her face, as she was sure there would be a hanging this night.

“She’s the witch all right!” came cries from the crowd. “Hang her! Hang her!”
Calliope had lost the battle to be strong and a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. Mrs. Appleblossom nodded to one of her “helpers”. The big burley man grabbed a hold of Miss Nighwolfe who apparently had no will to fight as she went willingly.

The whole town of Salem marched up the road towards the north hill. Calliope was at the forefront as the crowd was pushing on her from behind. Someone stepped upon the back of her shoe, sending her falling to the ground. She struggled to get up as the crowd was about to trample over her. Just then someone in a hooded coat grabbed her by the arms and brought her back to her feet.

Calliope looked startled at the figure. She wasn’t sure if she should thank the person for saving her from death by trample, or if she should curse them for saving her for death by hanging. Now towards the middle of the crowd, the hooded figure turned to face her. Calliope’s eyes grew wide, it was her father.

Nero handed her a letter and motioned her to put it in the pocket of her nightgown. Calliope hesitated, as she didn’t understand the purpose. She was going to die in just a few moments, and he was giving her a letter? Surely her father knew she could not take it with her. “I love you my daughter. I always have, and I always will.”

Calliope was about to return her father’s sentiment when a cloth was placed firmly over her mouth, and she was grabbed around the waist. Calliope began to struggle, but after just a few kicks everything went black.

Once the crowd had gotten to the hill, someone called out. “Where is the Witch that will be slain today?” Nero, completely covered in the hooded cloak stepped forth silently. He climbed into the wagon that was waiting beneath the branch of the tree that had a noose dangling in the wind. The crowd was in such a frenzy that it never noticed the person on the wagon was wearing something entirely different than Calliope had been wearing earlier. The man draped the noose around Nero’s hooded head and tightened it. He climbed down from the wagon and commanded the horses to go forward, the floor coming out from beneath Nero’s feet. Not but a minute later, he hang dead, dangling from the tree.

Back on the opposite side of a town, a dazed Calliope was coming too. She looked around trying to take in her surroundings. Things were blurry, and it was a few moments before she could see she was safe in her own home. She saw a man sitting on a stool in the corner of the room. “What happened? Where is my father! What have you done!” she yelled.

The man raised his head, and spoke quietly. I didn’t want to, but he insisted. We used a cloth drenched in sleeping oil to knock you out; as he knew you would not come willingly. Your father has taken your place. He was a man passed his prime; he lived a good full life. And he wishes you to do the same. The man stood and walked towards Calliope, stopping by the table. I am most sorry for your loss; I do hope you’ll forgive me. Calliope’s eyes, now filled with tears dropped from the stranger and landed on a jewelry box that was on the table. The man turned to leave the house, and Calliope remembered the envelope her father had given her.

~ * ~

I just have to say this was the hardest thing I’ve had to do yet for this RP! Cherry, and Fayreview, I didn’t want to lose either of you. But as the verdict was guilty, someone had to die. I fired up my randomizer and let it decide as to whom, and took it from there. I hope I have not offended anyone with the amount of god modding that was done. And I ask for some leniency when it comes to the believability of some of creative license taken. And as I had said at the begining, I would give the true identity of those who the town killed. Nero was in fact an innocent towns person. I decided against revealing it in the RP, as of right now, the town thinks they killed Calliope. I thought perhaps when whoever goes to remove his body from the tree, they'll find out the truth.

I am so sorry Fayreview, but your character is now eliminated. It’s kind of doubly sad as you volunteered for the position. I encourage you to PM cherryp3 the contents of the letter that Nero gave her before his death. I hope I left it open enough for your character's wants to have been accomplished.

It is now night in Salem, Witches Clan, Blessed One, White Witch, you all know the drill. The night round shall last two real life days.

Fayreview
3rd Oct 2007, 8:10 AM
((I'd just like to say Nero was proud to go! He served a useful purpose, he saved his daughter. As for God-modding. You have to in this RP, its just they way it is. My only wonder now is if you will reveal what the good doctor actually was, not that many will need telling by i think it would be nice to search his house just in case...?))

cherryp3
4th Oct 2007, 12:16 AM
ooc: Calliope…isn’t…dead? Amazing! But poor Fayreview! T___T I’m so sorry, dear Nero! Calliope never meant to get her father involved.
Although, I am a bit confused. Wouldn’t the townsfolk hang her anyway when they found out that she was, in fact, alive? Or is she supposed to go into hiding now? I could easily see her going in for trail number two once they discovered it was Nero they hung instead.

And it’s absolutely fine that you god modded, Shenan, it was necessary (and beautifully scripted) so there’s no need to worry. :]

I'll have a post for Calli up shortly, I just figured I should probably get those questions out in the open beforehand.

Shenanigans_SC
4th Oct 2007, 12:29 AM
fayreview - I'll keep an eye out for the opportunity to instigate a search of the house to clear Nero's good name.

cherryp3 - What Calliope does, is completely up to you. She may wish to keep low, but really the town should find out about the mistake the next day, as it'll be hard to mistake Nero's dead body for Calliope's once they get him down. As for her hanging when the town finds out, I will not do an extra hanging. IF Calliope is voted into trial again, then it will play out like any other trial.

I would like to warn everyone else though... If you have not participated in four consecutive decisions, (meaning two people have been nominated, and their fate decided) your character is in danger of dieing. I would much rather eliminate those who have not participated for two trials than eliminate those that have.

cherryp3
4th Oct 2007, 2:36 AM
ooc: Giant post. Sorry you guys, and Shenan, I'm sorry. Halfway through this I realized I messed up and said she got the letter out of the jewelry box. I guess...sometime in the time lapse between when she woke up and when it fell into nighttime, she buried it underneath the jewelry--in hopes of lessening the troubles on her mind.

Her breath wavered as she placed a light hand atop the jewelry box, the surface biting her with its icy fringe upon that gentle caress. Pieces of her did not seek to open the box, for the letter, she knew, contained pieces of her mother’s phantom and that with its words, her father’s death might very well conclude in her mind. Yes. It was risky business, yet Calliope knew that she must, no matter how much she feared the realization of all that was happening around her…the only thing that mattered in that moment was the envelope that lied just below the surface of the jewelry box. Calliope prodded the latch with her free hand, and then lifted the lid, slowly as though she might be unconsciously freeing some great and terrible beast.

There, barely visible beneath the mass of tangled chains and knotted pendants, slumbered the yellowing parchment of the envelope. With great care Calliope brushed aside the glistening jewels, folding the masses over to either the right or the left so that nothing dared to touch the envelope splayed entirely for her eye’s delight. She could only frown as she hesitantly laced her fingers around the supple flesh, and she could feel the paper threatening to crumble away at her touch.

She brought the yellowing envelope to her nose, and as though she were inhaling the breath of the sweetest flower, she closed her eyes and heaved a deep sigh. Lightly, her fingers traced about the edge of the envelope, and her fingers struggled over the wax--her usually graceful nature had become brittle and clumsy with the daze that hung like a medallion about her neck.

She unfolded the letter in her hands, and stared fixedly at the alien script before her:

My Dearest Calliope,

If you are reading this it means that your father and I are both gone. I hope you have reached a good age now, for that would mean you felt how much love he carried for you. Even if he never really showed you, I’m sure you knew that he cared.

Already, unconscious tears were spilling down her cheeks. The first sentence repeated itself over and over in her mind, like a ticking clock pounding into the tired mind--every little click rising louder and louder and more frustrating as the night deepened into pools of hollow dark.

My time is limited my precious daughter, you are currently sleeping soundly in a cot by the fire. But, soon you shall wake and need feeding.

I fear I shall never see you grow, darling. However, I can do naught but go, as your father has already said.

Your Loving Mother,

Irene

Frustration breached each corner of her mind. The letter did no good for her--it only made her torment cleave a deeper hole within her heart. Not only did she feel as though she lost her father, but she felt as though she lost a precious connection with her mother along with his perishing. Her heart prickled with discomfort, as she wanted to throw herself upon the bed and simply sob--though she forced herself to read the scrambled script just at the bottom of the page, whose hurried scrawl marched across in such messy lettering she could hardly distinguish the bits and pieces.

Calliope,

I must rush--there is no time. She had to flee, as you must now. Go far, to Whit-Church on the coast. There you will find an inn they call the Reading Glass. She will not expect your arrival, so take with you my glasses, which you will find I have placed inside your jewelry box.

Calliope stared intently at the words, the corners of her plump lips tugged by sorrow’s invisible strings. He had done it. He sacrificed himself in order to save his precious daughter, the only shard of fallen light to revivify his drab world. Tears clung tightly to the corners of her fair emerald gaze, and kept their grips tight so they might not slip down the smooth skin of her cheek. Though, their grips faltered very shortly after they exited the white plain, and silently they landed next to a crystal cup Calliope’s father had sipped from that very morning.

As she took into her hand the cup, her grief swirled deep within her gut, and mixed with a toxin far more lethal than any bereavement could pave. The azure grief pooled into the crimson fury, and churned so that it became a bitter black broth, stirring the tears and frustration to its peak and making her body tremble with the suppressed emotion.

Those putrid townsfolk. Every last one of them that voted guilty deserved to have their heads taken by the gallows! She dare not spare them the ignominious grace of a hanging. No. She wished she could count their heads upon a pointed spike--those traitors! Spawns of Satan! They murdered her father! An innocent and good man who held no standing in the matter. Were they so blind, so in need to see a hanging that they would place labels on the most peaceful at heart?
She could not stifle the cry of anger that shattered from her aching lungs, nor could she hold back the throw that sent the goblet spiraling through the air--it seemed to linger for some time in a world where time lie dormant--before it shattered without bravado against the far wall.

The fair young woman stood with a rigid stance aside the table, eyes lingering on the burgundy stain that now trickled down the olive walls. As drops began to descend, rolling their fine digits down the length of the wall, she found her legs giving out on her, and she collapsed entirely upon the ground, eyes unwavering from that very spot. The stain would never leave the wall, nor would her anguish at her innocent father’s death. She hung her head, tears plinking upon the wood below, so that the flickering candlelight danced in the reflection of the drops.
Her poor father. Calliope knew the man had to be innocent, otherwise he never would have allowed himself to be hung for her. How heavy her heart felt, for she knew that her own foolishness was another problematic piece--though could she honestly help it if the townsfolk suspected her a witch?

Her hands clutched at the material of her nightgown. She felt so very dirty, both outside and deep within. And--what would she do? And whatever lie in wait for her at Whit-Church. Who was she? Certainly not her mother. It was improbable--no, impossible. Though…she cast her gaze to the reading glasses, which too bore the reflection of the dim candlelight. Her father wished for her to go there, so go she would. The villagers might grow suspicious if she fled, though at the moment it did not matter to her if she was hung or spared. Perhaps, if it weren’t for the swelling curiosity that peeked from beneath her soul, she would wish to be hung.

She buried her face in the soft flesh of her hands, her mind whirling over the situation. Someone needed to know of her existence. But who? Who could she trust?
In all honesty, she had known the answer before she even thought of the question.
William.

Shoving back the fear cradling her in its arms, she gathered herself from the floorboards and snatched away the reading glasses from the jewelry box. She paused only to douse the candles and gather a dark cloak from the coat hanger aside the door.
She could not be certain how William would take her presence, though she suspected that the reverend might have his suspicions on the entire incident--after all, unlike many of the townsfolk, William was not a foolish man.

It wasn't long before she found herself at the man's door, as it was a mere skip away from her own home, though even traveling the short distance she found her skin crawling, as if infested with thousands of tiny insects that skittered beneath her flesh. At any moment, someone could step outside with a fresh candle and uncover the shady figure. The thought caused Calliope to draw the cloak more tightly about her, like a sudden chill had ran through her, and she scurried across the final expanse of land more quickly.

She did not hesitate to rap her knuckles across the oaken door of the reverend's home, and she bit her lip in anticipation of his arrival, eyes dancing across the darkness with the anxiety of being discovered.

Haylifer
4th Oct 2007, 9:09 PM
I'm sorry but I need to drop out of Salem. I have no internet and I don't know how long it will last. Lucifer had a good time though! :p

AtropaMandragora
5th Oct 2007, 12:30 AM
(((ooc: Haylifer - Awww... Sorry to hear that. I really liked Lucifer. *s*)))

If it had been up to William, he wouldn't have been anywhere near the hanging. He didn't believe Calliope to be a witch, and he most definately didn't want to see her hang. She'd been the closest thing to a friend that he'd had here in Salem, and she'd proven to be a loyal one. Even when facing certain death, she did not spill one word about what she had seen the "good" Reverend do, even though it could've maybe, just maybe, saved her from hanging.
But seeing as how he was the priest, he couldn't very well refuse to be there to give her the chance to confess, or pray for her soul once the hanging was over. It was his duty.
Though while he normally disliked doing it, this time, he'd hated it.

Afterwards, however, when he was back in his humble home, he was glad to have been there. Something very peculiar had happened, and it had him thinking that maybe not everything was what it appeared to be.
As he'd started to approach the prisoner to hear her confession, "she" had shook her head ever so slightly, apparently not wanting him to come any closer. Although puzzled, William had not insisted, but instead stepped back.
His mind was filled with doubt that Calliope would've acted in such a way. Though he was aware that it might've been nothing but wishful thinking. Quite frankly, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that he'd been fooling himself.

As he started preparing for the night - without a doubt another sleepless one - his thoughts drifted from poor Calliope's fate, to his own. He'd spent alot of time with her ever since coming to Salem, and he'd voiced his belief that she was innocent. And the people of Salem had hung her anyway. Were they to turn on him next? Guilty by association?
It had been known to happen...

However, he didn't get to ponder his future (or lack thereof) for very long, as there was a sudden knock on his door. And given his current nervous and agitated state, the young priest shot up from his seat on the bed. Jesus Christ almighty! Who came knocking this time of night?
Hesitantly he walked over to the door, taking a moment to listen for any sounds of, say, an angry mob. But there was only silence, and so carefully he turned the handle and peered outside into the darkness.
And as the light from the candle he was holding flickered over the cloaked figure before him, all the color drained from his face.

"C-Calliope...?"

Luckily, his voice was a mere whisper, so hushed even she almost didn't hear it.


(((Meh. Sorry it's crappy. Tired, and need to head off to bed.)))

Shenanigans_SC
5th Oct 2007, 4:12 AM
As said in another thread... I'm seriously going to miss you Hay!

Night is being extended one more day, as I still need to hear from the Witches Clan, the White Witch, and the Blessed One. I'm going to send PMs right now.

Shenanigans_SC
5th Oct 2007, 5:06 PM
I would like to wait till morning to reveal the mistaken hanging please.

I had given cherryp3 the go ahead to have their character leave Salem in the morning in search of the mysterious woman, as an inactive member is going to be eliminated the next day.

Penny, I thank you for volunteering your character to be the one to notice the mistake. But it needs to wait just a tad longer. I notice your character lost her breakfast... perhaps you can tweak your post a little, having come back the next morning to pay your respects and such. And just hold on to it till the morning has been announced? I would appreciate it.

PennyTheCorgi
5th Oct 2007, 6:53 PM
Woops, sorry. My mistake..:err: I'll repost that when you announce the morning...

Shenanigans_SC
6th Oct 2007, 3:04 PM
Salem
~ * ~
Day 3: Wednesday Morning

The sun slowly rises over Salem, the birds are unusually quiet, and no chirping is heard from them. A few people are rising, planning on going to the North Hill. The body from the previous night must be cut down. Does Salem believe witches should be given a proper bariel? Does Salem really believe Calliope was a witch?

Others in town are crowded around the Bakery, wanting to get their day’s supply of fresh bread, but the doors are locked up tight. Very unusual, for the baker is usually the first one to rise in town. “Do you suppose something is wrong?” a woman in the crowd asks. The crowd decides it would be best to break the door open and apologize later if need be.

It didn’t take one of the larger men but two tries before they got the door open. They ran through the bottom stairs, nothing was out of place. They called out for Mathias, there was no answer. A few men went up stairs, there laying on the floor was a very swollen Mathias Starks, dead, with his body contorted and twisted in an unhumanly shape. The witches had struck again.

~ * ~

Totally rushed and completely uninspired, but I am sorry Foolinthemoon, your character has been eliminated.
Penny- feel free to post your RP finding Nero at North Hill.
Anyone else want to instigate a search of the Nighwolf home, feel free to find something that points to him being an innocent man.
Also, there will be no town lead elimination this round as an inactive character will be eliminated. Since that means I will be taking one of the town's "turns" away, there will also be no Witches Clan elimination this coming night, as I need to take away one of their "turns" for the sake of fairness. So basically Salem has a whole day and night for free RP. However I will still pop in and announce the arrival of different times of day. Morning will last three real life days.

PennyTheCorgi
6th Oct 2007, 6:00 PM
“She’s the witch all right!” came cries from the crowd. “Hang her! Hang her!”

Fenn turned, horror struck to find the citizens she thought she knew so well. What she saw chilled her. Normally calm, good people screamed and shook their fists at Calliope, eyes dark with malice. As she watched a rope was put around her hooded neck and tightened. Fenn had barely a moment wonder what seemed amiss before there was a tug on the rope and Calliope hung dead.

The next morning Fenn trudged wearily up to the gallows. She dreaded the thought of seeing Calliope's still face and staring eyes, but guilt at not being able to do anything to save her drove Fenn there. She stood frozen to the spot as the body was brought down and only when the hood was removed to show the gentle face of Dr. Nightwolfe did she run, stopping only when she reached the edge of the woods to purge the meager breakfast she'd had. What was becoming of her town? And better yet, where was Calliope?

foolinthemoon
7th Oct 2007, 2:09 AM
it is okay, lol, me and mathias weren't clicking and i dont' ever have the time XD have fun XDDDD

cherryp3
8th Oct 2007, 4:26 AM
Ooc: Hope it’s alright that um… I’m finishing things up with William and Calliope from the night before, Shenan.
I'll post when she actually goes to the Reading Glass a little later.

Calliope lowered her hood, just enough to ensure that William could see her face in the dim lighting pooling from his house.
“C-Calliope?” he stuttered, clearly quite befuddled over the presence of the young woman standing before him--the same one that should have died that very day.

“I know you probably have a million questions to ask--but I will have no answers to give you, William,” she quickly addressed the look of astonish on his face, “I haven’t the time to explain the little information that I know, for someone might stumble from their house and catch sight of you speaking with me. I wouldn’t want to put you in harms way for associating with a supposed witch.”

She drew the hood about her once more, to hide herself from the view of the others.
Her voice became terse and she cast her voice into a softer breath, “You are the only one I can trust at this moment, William. Please…” she hesitantly took his hand in her own, applying the slightest pressure as though to emphasize her fear, her discomfort, and the trust she bore. “I am only here to ask you to please, cover my trail for one solitary day. If you can do that…I…”

Though she knew not how she could possibly pay back the reverend. She would not threaten to reveal his secrets, for she fancied the handsome man. He and she were alike in a spectrum of ways. Her eyes were locked upon her hands, which had drawn to one another and were engaged in a tangled dance of anxiety.

“I truly have nothing of value that comes to mind at this moment, of which I could provide for you,” she shook her head and sighed. “But…I must go from Salem, for nothing more than a day. My father left me his glasses, which I am to take to the Reading Glass on the coast,” she withdrew from her cloak her father’s spectacles, the sight of which made a shudder run down her spine. Not taking her eyes from the flickering glass, she continued, “I am to meet a woman there. I do not know who she is, but my father believes that she will have answers for me.”

She traced a finger around the glass, smoothing away the debris that gathered there, “Please, William. I beseech you--just one day.”

With that, she pocketed the glasses once more, and turned from the reverend, fading into the night like a ghostly phantom.

Shenanigans_SC
8th Oct 2007, 4:36 AM
Ooc: Hope it’s alright that um… I’m finishing things up with William and Calliope from the night before, Shenan.
Oh, absolutely! I look forward to what comes of your day away. :)

veldagia
9th Oct 2007, 9:44 PM
Samuel had woken a little later that morning. All the commotion to do with the hanging had really drained him. His nerves really couldn’t take all this. It wa such an uncomfortable atmosphere. Everyone suspecting their neighbour. Old friendships thrown out of the window on the basis of superstition. He just wanted an end to it and hopefully that hanging would have resolved it.

Although he himself didn’t know what to believe regarding anyone’s innocence or guilt. There were so many with a motive and yet so few who he could actually believe would harm another soul. He just wanted everything to return back to its old peaceful ways so he could sit and write poetry about the shimmering yellow meadows and the sky-blue sky.

He sat and tried to write but all that would come to him was Calliope's face as accusations were thrown. After a few hours of unproductive writing he decided to go out. To buy some fresh bread, the air would clear his mind. Bread would warm his belly. And everything would be peaceful again then he could concentrate on the sweet entertwines of birdsong and the lush smell of freshly cut grass.

But no sooner had Samuel crossed the street when he heard the commotion of people gathered outside the bakery, some talking in hushed tones. “What’s going on?” He asked the person stood outside.

((It’s lame but anyone can respond. :D))

Shenanigans_SC
9th Oct 2007, 10:54 PM
Just a little GM note. It is now afternoon in Salem. Hopefully it won't stay so super quiet!

veldagia
10th Oct 2007, 1:10 PM
((OCC *oops* I've edited my post above to reflect the fact that its now afternoon. :D))

innoscenteyes
10th Oct 2007, 9:35 PM
Claires head was in circles. Everything that was going on in Salem was mind boggeling. She wasnt sure what to think of it. She knew she had to keep a watchful eye on everyone. Who knows who will be next. It might even be her. The thought scared her like it would anyone. People were being murdered. Good people were being murdered at that. She had been depressed ever since this started. Memories were coming back strong. Her son and her husband were perssed back into her head everyday. SHe jsut didnt know what to do about it all.

eternal_sunshine
12th Oct 2007, 5:30 AM
“What’s going on?” Samuel asked.

Lizzie stood, half-against a wall, her large sewing basket clutched in her hands. She knew that she looked worse for the wear - more than worse, truthfully. Her sleep had been restless, and it showed on the purple smudges underneath her eyes and the snow white paleness of her face. At the sound of Samuel's voice, she half-turned to look at the red-haired poet.

"The gossip mill in Salem, I suppose?" She tried for a smile, and failed. "Who knows, these days what anyone is up to? With all this talk of witches and hangings..."

Her voice trailed off into a short silence. "This town is fast becoming a grave, and we are all its gravediggers."

Shenanigans_SC
12th Oct 2007, 10:37 PM
It is now night fall in Salem. The Witches Clan's hands are tied. Gerty Adams (Tjaames) has been eliminated due to inactivity. In two days time I will announce the morning and we will resume normal game rules. I will also be announcing a new benefit for townsfolk in effort to get some role playing going. :)

veldagia
13th Oct 2007, 11:24 AM
"The gossip mill in Salem, I suppose?" Lizzy tried for a smile, and failed. "Who knows, these days what anyone is up to? With all this talk of witches and hangings..."

Samuel turned to Lizzy, she looked tired with the purple smudges outlining her eyes and pale drawn features. It seemed the proceedings in Salem were having a distressing effect on them all.

Lizzie’s voice trailed off into a short silence. "This town is fast becoming a grave, and we are all its gravediggers."

Samuel solemnly nodded his agreement, his eyes trailing over to the horizon as the sun began its descent. Its golden rays fading to be consumed by darkness. Who knew what fateful occurrence this morning would bring? He almost feared to sleep for if one close to him would not wake the next day.

“Hard times are indeed upon us. I must prepare supper. Take care of yourself Lizzie.” Samuel gave her a shy smile that did not reach the solemnest of his eyes as he rose and made his way back home. Shoulders hunched with the weight of the towns bad feeling upon them.

((OCC sorry to end the RP eternal_sunshine but I don’t think they’d stay there chatting all night!))

cherryp3
13th Oct 2007, 9:00 PM
ooc: I'm a little confused at what to do past this point. x___x Fayreview didn't exactly tell me what she intended to happen, so...do I just wing it?

AtropaMandragora
13th Oct 2007, 9:32 PM
(((ooc: Confused as well. Not sure what Will can do to keep the villager's off of Calliope's trail. Heh. Plus I've been trying to think of some way to have them all discover that Nero was indeed innocent, but all I've come up with is a big fat nothing. *lol*)))

Shenanigans_SC
13th Oct 2007, 9:37 PM
I'm sorry cherry, I had thought Fayreview had told you what was so important about that letter and your characters mother. I suppose you can wing it if you like. I hate to put you in that spot though.

I'll be sure to try to do a recap when morning comes. I'll just make up that someone had taken Nero down and found the truth. Since no one took the ball, I'll just pretend it all happened. lol Hopefully giving everyone a fresh platform to roleplay from.

Fayreview
13th Oct 2007, 10:17 PM
((I can tell you who the mystery woman is meant to be... if you want that is, i kinda felt my role and Cherry's were both terminated...... I didn't realise my darling daughter would be sticking around!))

Shenanigans_SC
14th Oct 2007, 12:57 AM
lol Fay... That was the whole point of Nero sacrificing for Calliope. I wouldn't let both of you die, as that would be unfair. Only one at a time. :) Feel free to contact cherryp3 and let her know. She can decide if she'd like to write it up. There's about 24 hours till the next day, and she should have her character back in Salem just incase she's picked for the next trial. She could always RP it as her character is returning and thinking of what had happend though.

Shenanigans_SC
14th Oct 2007, 11:35 PM
As the sun rose upon Salem, there was a horrible feeling of dread in the air. Yesterday morning a small group of people made their way to North Hill. They did not know at the time but they were in for the surprise of their life. Fully expecting to cut Calliope down from the tree, many were horrified; all were shocked, to find the town had hung Dr. Nighwolfe by mistake. How could something like this happen? Had they all been so intent on putting a woman to death that they missed a slip? Or had they all been bewitched to not notice the difference? Was the good doctor really acting as a grieved father taking his daughter’s place as he said he was, or were evil forces protecting one of their own?

All morning, the town had searched frantically for Calliope. Mrs. Appleblossom encouraged her goons to go from door to door in search for the missing woman. They would break down the doors of those who refused them entrance. By the end of the day they had searched every building in town and yet were still empty handed. Mrs. Appleblossom had taken her place in the town square and made a battle cry. A woman could not disappear into thin air. They had all been duped! Surely, even the strongest of skeptics must now know she speaks the truth! What more evidence could anyone need to know without a doubt that witches were in their midst.

There was much to talk about among family at the dinner table that night. While most had gone to bed and slept fitfully through the night, elsewhere a meeting had occurred. Five shady figures, cloaked in darkness had gathered. It had been their first gathering in some time. But the events in Salem had gotten out of hand. They had to put an end to this “hunt”. And what better way to put an end to a crusade than to eliminate the leader.

Once they had come to an agreement they went into town. They silently entered the Appleblossom residency, and removed her from her bed. She had woken to the terrifying sight of the five hooded people. She opened her mouth to scream, she was horrified to find no noise came from her mouth.

The group of people quickly removed her from her house, bound and tied her. They carried her into town square and tied her to one of the stone benches. She would die in the same spot she had made her battle cries. They forced her to drink a poisonous liquid. Her body was soon overtaken by convulsions and she gasped for her last breath before death took her.

Someone removed a piece of paper from their cloak pocket and tucked it under one of the ropes that held Mrs. Appleblossom’s dead body to the bench. Whoever would come across her body this new morn, would find a threatening note. The Witches Clan is here to stay, it’s best to stay out of their way.

~ ~ ~

It is now morning in Salem! I will say upfront that the whole situation above was complete fiction straight from me. But as far as your characters are concerned, it is evidence that witches are in Salem. I’m hoping it will stir up a few RPs. Someone must come across her body, and who will pick up her cause? If you don’t try to eliminate the Witches Clan, they will simply eliminate the town, one person at a time.

If that's not enough reason to post, I'm implementing a new rule. I know, it's not good to change the rules while already in the game, but I think this one will help. Each roleplay afternoon, when it is time to hold a trial, I will use my randomizer to pick the name of one person who had roleplayed during that roleplay morning. That person will be immune from being held on trial. Kind of puts a new twists on things. :)

There are three days for everyone to PM me who they’d like to accuse of being a witch. If there are any questions, please feel free to ask away!

Shenanigans_SC
18th Oct 2007, 1:59 AM
I've only heard from one person... anyone else want to send me their suspicions?

cherryp3
18th Oct 2007, 4:48 AM
ooc: I hope we're not all waiting on me? u___u
I'll have something for Calliope up tomorrow. I hope it's ok if she can possibly skip two days? I would think by carriage it might take a bit to get there in the first place...

Shenanigans_SC
18th Oct 2007, 6:18 AM
Nah, we're not waiting on you cherryp3. Honestly, I was waiting for a few more votes, I'm giving it another 20 hours, then I'll just proceed with what I have. As of right now, I have no reason to say Calliope needs to be back. It doesn't look as if she's in danger. Even if she is, we could work it out with a bit of creative writing. :)

veldagia
18th Oct 2007, 11:15 PM
Samuel’s dark-rimmed eyes widened with stark disbelief as he overheard the talking in the square. Mrs Appleblossom had been found dead as a doornail. Her body turned cold during the night only to be found strewn on a bench by one of the village. And if that wasn’t horrific enough in itself a threatening note had warned to stay out of the witches’ clans’ way.

His eyes ran horrified across the many faces in the crowd. Who would do such a treacherous thing? Was it revenge for the hanging of the Dr? A warning that none of them were safe even with their crosses hung and doors bared against the night? All looked innocent and as shocked as he but one of them must know something, must hide a terrible secret within their hearts.

Samuel’s voice dropped to barely a whisper so only those close to him could hear the hushed tones. “I had my doubts, but this is pure evil. The Devil must surely be within Salem.”

((OOC sorry I’ve been really busy lately. Open to all to respond :D))

Shenanigans_SC
19th Oct 2007, 4:50 AM
Mrs. Appleblossom’s husband wished that his wife be buried quickly. He pleaded with all who would listen to dismiss his wife’s erratic behavior these last few days, and asked that she’d be remembered for the kind woman she was known to be before the death of their daughter. A small gathering of town folk had gathered around her grave site. Rev. Hawthorne gave a small eulogy, keeping it simple as Mr. Appleblossom had asked.

Once the service was over, the small gathering slowly dissipated. Rev. William stepped inside the church. What an eventful last few days these had been. He began to make his way to his office, Bible in hand. He was horrified at what he saw once he reached his destination. A group of townsfolk were waiting for him. They had come to an agreement, that if witches were in Salem, it was the Rev.'s fault for not doing his job. Surely, a man of the cloth could and should be protecting their town from such evil people. That is unless… he’s one of them!

~ * ~

It is now afternoon in Salem. Rev. William Hawthorne is this day’s accused witch. There are three days for roleplay of which you can accuse/defend the Rev. Naturally Atropa, William is free to defend himself on the accusations brought against him. As always I’ll be looking for the OOC comment stating clearly if your character votes guilty or innocent.

AtropaMandragora
19th Oct 2007, 5:23 AM
(((ooc: Heh. I was wondering when they'd get around to their sinning Reverend. *s* But, just so I know, are they all in his office, and I RP from there, or am I to RP as if he's been brought up on the same stage as Bart and Calliope were?)))

Shenanigans_SC
19th Oct 2007, 5:27 AM
Begin RP at your office. If you want to take it outside, that's completely up to you. I'm just saying the "town folk" in general, as it's mainly NPCs. So those characters that are around can choose to be there if they like, or could be leaving Mrs. Appleblossom's grave, or wherever they want really.

innoscenteyes
19th Oct 2007, 6:57 AM
Claire watched as everyone went into the church. Out of curiostiy she went to follow. She was astonished that everyone was blaming the reverand for witch craft. How dare they! What has he ever done to make people think that he did it? Of course he was a curious person, but as far as to think that he is a witch. Claire could imagine it. She kept thinking of all the times she saw him in her head. The only time that stuck out was in church when she saw him staring at the young girl. And that didnt mean anything. Maybe she did or said somrthing that stuck his attension.
"How can you blame the Reverand!" She yelled out. Hopeing someone would hear.

AtropaMandragora
19th Oct 2007, 2:30 PM
William felt as though his feet had been frozen to the ground. He couldn't move, he couldn't even speak. Just like when Bartholomew had accused him of witchcraft, he had now been rendered speechless. The thing he had dreaded the most over the past couple of days was happening. He'd expected the town to turn on him, sooner or later. And yet he felt as though he hadn't been at all prepared. Despite the last few sleepless nights, he still had thought of nothing to say in his defense. If they hadn't listened to his words the first time he'd been accused, there was nothing he could say now to make them listen and come to their senses.
And the worst part of it all, was that they weren't even being completely senseless. They really did have a point. He was their priest. Who was to protect them against the foulness spreading through Salem, if not him?

"I...", he started, but didn't get any farther.

His tounge and his mind were both failing him.
But just then, there was another voice, one not part of the crowd of accusers.

"How can you blame the Reverand?!" Claire called out, causing all eyes to turn to her, including William's.

For a brief moment, there was silence. And it was like that little moment of peace what was William needed to get his mind working again, almost as if the fact that someone - even if it was just one person - still believed in him had handed him back a tiny shred of hope.

"Thank you, Claire", he spoke softly, and gave her a warm but somewhat shakey smile. "But they are right."

He turned his gaze back to the small crowd, and the smile faded. In it's place came a look of sorrow and melancholy, and he sank onto a nearby chair, the Bible still in his hand. A deep sigh emitted from his chest, and his shoulders slouched.

"As much as it pains me to admit it, you are all right", he said, slowly shaking his head. "I am failing at my duties as your priest. I know not how to fight these witches. I have tried. Believe me, I have tried. But I am at my wits end. I simply can not protect you when you will not listen to me."

He sighed again, his finger absent-mindedly stroking the imprinted cross on the Bible, before putting it down on the small table beside him and looking at the scattered parts of his congregation once again.

"I have tried to guide you. I have asked that you not be hasty in your accusations, and yet innocents have been brought up on that stage and nearly hung. For I know in my heart that Bartholomew is indeed an innocent."

He dared not speak of Calliope, however, in fear that his association with her - innocent or not - was part of the reason why the townsfolk had now turned on him.

"May the Lord strike me down this very moment if I'm lying", he added for emphasis.

Although he had to fight the sudden urge to glance nervously up at the ceiling. For what if this was truely God's way of punishing him for his sins of fornication and adultery? William hadn't exactly honored his vows as a priest. But surely God wouldn't smite him or otherwise send him to his death because of it? Despite his sins, he wasn't that bad of a christian, was he?
There were ten commandments, after all. He'd only broken three.

veldagia
20th Oct 2007, 4:31 PM
Samuel stayed with the crowd, their whispered accusations against the reverand ringing through his ears. Could it be true? The one who they relied upon for their communication with the Lord really in an alliance with the devil? Could he be so wicked as to spend each day sat with the poor girls, visting the familys in their grief when he had a hand in the cause of their distress? Samuel's mind boggled with the thoughts. The Reverand was a man of the clothe. He had spent many hours confessing his own sins to the Reverand. Indeed he was the only one who knew that Samuel had blackmailed a prominant publisher into producing Samuel's last book of poetry.

The accusations gained in momentum as those around him began their attack on the reverand. Blaming him for the witchcraft that had fallen upon the town. "How can you blame the Reverand?!" Claire called out. Challenging the crowd to give a justification for their assault.

"Thank you, Claire", the Reverand spoke softly, and gave her a warm but somewhat shakey smile. "But they are right."

The Reverands shoulders slouched as though he was a man in defeat. "As much as it pains me to admit it, you are all right", he said, slowly shaking his head. "I am failing at my duties as your priest. I know not how to fight these witches. I have tried. Believe me, I have tried. But I am at my wits end. I simply can not protect you when you will not listen to me. I have tried to guide you. I have asked that you not be hasty in your accusations, and yet innocents have been brought up on that stage and nearly hung. For I know in my heart that Bartholomew is indeed an innocent. May the Lord strike me down this very moment if I'm lying".

Samuel listened to his words in slience. The man should be allowed his defence. Already one innocent person had been hanged could they risk doing the same to another. That would make them no better than the witches. Destroying the innocent on whimsical beliefs. He could not believe that a man of God would side with evil. The Reverand was not pure of heart but that did not neccessarily mean one sin led to another.

"If you do not know how to fight them then we are truley lost." Samuel muttered, stirring the crowd. His voice grew louder as he voiced his fears. "You hear all our confessions, know the weakness that lies within all our hearts. Still you are there offering us the guidance of the Lord. If you give up then you will allow witchcraft to destroy our town." He shook his head his voice questioning "I cannot believe you would take their side and desert the people that you serve."

((OOC will vote before the deadline))

AtropaMandragora
20th Oct 2007, 6:15 PM
"If you do not know how to fight them then we are truley lost."

Samuel, in one of his moments of clarity, spoke. It was, in fact, a moment of such clarity that William felt it was almost devastating. They were handing all responsibility over to him, they were laying the full burden on his shoulders.
But he'd already done all he could. All in vain. He'd tried to be the voice of reason, he'd tried the keep the people of Salem from turning on eachother. No one had listened. And yet when it all went horribly wrong, like he knew it would, they turned on him, and blamed him for not doing his duty as a man of God. Too blinded by the atrocity of their own deeds to see the good intentions in his. He'd done his best, but it was hard to make people listen when they turned from you. And now they were reducing him to nothing more than a scapegoat.
It was enough to make him furious. Had his nerves not been torn to pieces.

"You hear all our confessions", Samuel continued without mercy. "Know the weakness that lies within all our hearts. Still you are there offering us the guidance of the Lord. If you give up then you will allow witchcraft to destroy our town. I cannot believe you would take their side and desert the people that you serve."

William glanced up at him, and at the rest of the judgmental faces looking down on him. He really didn't know what to say. If they didn't listen before, why would they now? It seemed hopeless.
But he had to try.

"No, Samuel", he said, his voice tired and dejected. "I am deserting no one. But I can't help feeling that most of you are leaving me alone in all this. I have tried to make you listen, and yet my words go unheard by most. I've asked that we do not point our fingers at our neighbours simply because they fail at portraying our idea of complete innocence. We all have our flaws, none of us are free from sin. And yet the tiniest mistakes have been used to put people on trial. Without reason, without proof. I simply can not support you in such deeds. It is my belief that the only way we can banish these witches, is by keeping together and be rational."

Shenanigans_SC
21st Oct 2007, 6:01 AM
Just a friendly reminder. Approx. 24 hours left for votes from characters.

AtropaMandragora
21st Oct 2007, 1:02 PM
(((ooc: Geez, where is everyone...? *watches a tumbleweed roll by*)))

Vicci
21st Oct 2007, 1:18 PM
"I have tried to guide you. I have asked that you not be hasty in your accusations, and yet innocents have been brought up on that stage and nearly hung."

Mary stood in the crowd, face down, her face burning with embarrassment. She was one of those people who had been too hasty. She had been responsible for deaths. What for? Nothing had happened and people were still being killed. It had all been for nothing. She stood and considered the conversation. The Reverend hadn't been able to protect them from the witches, but nor had the townsfolk. How many were there? More than one? The thought was horrifying and gave Mary chills.

"I cannot believe you would take their side and desert the people that you serve."

Was Samuel correct? Was William really going to leave them? He was one of the few people who were closest to God. Surely God would not allow such blasphemy in his Church? To have a Reverend as a witch? Mary nearly laughed. The idea was ridiculous.

"It is my belief that the only way we can banish these witches, is by keeping together and be rational."

Keeping together meant no more accusations. No more hangings. Keeping together meant being strong and not keeping away from the group. The witches would not like the closeness and one of them would not be suggesting it surely?

Mary walked through the crowd and stood in front of the Reverend. She took his hands and whispered. "I believe in you Reverend. I do not believe you are a witch and I feel you have our best interests at heart." She lowered her head slightly in respect before dropping his hands and taking a step back. In front of the crowd, she began to speak. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been one of those too hasty on decisions. I fear I have been part of the cause of death."

((Mary votes innocent. Sorry I haven't RP'd much. I started my job so I've been lazy. :P))

AtropaMandragora
21st Oct 2007, 3:14 PM
When Mary approached and took his hands in hers, William felt a pang of relief. There was at least one person that had listened to him now. One that had not done so before. And if she was now ready and willing to listen, maybe the others were as well?

"I believe in you Reverend."

Her words were soft and hushed, as if she was asking him for forgiveness, though not in so many words. Not just as a priest, but as a neighbour and a friend.
It only took that small gesture to give William a little bit of hope that they would be able to banish these witches after all. If everyone stuck together, surely there would be no room for them to kill again? There would be witnesses everywhere.

"I do not believe you are a witch and I feel you have our best interests at heart", Mary continued, before letting go of his hands and taking a step back. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been one of those too hasty on decisions. I fear I have been part of the cause of death."

William gazed up at her, a look of gratitude in his eyes. She was putting her faith back in him, she was trusting him. He could only hope the others would follow.
He stood slowly, and put his hand on Mary's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"I forgive you, Mary", he said softly, feeling his usual vague but gentle smile carefully steal across his lips. "As I am sure do the townspeople. Past events shall be forgotten."

He let his hand drop from her shoulder, and instead picked up the Bible he'd put down earlier, gripping it firmly in one hand. He was back to his usual pious appearance, more determined than ever to keep up his god-fearing facade. He'd have to leave the strong drink behind. And his carnal lusts. Just for a while, until the witches were banished and life in Salem was back to normal.

"Do you repent for your sins?" he asked Mary, to which she nodded and answered 'yes'. "Your penance will be to right your wrongs, recite the rosary, and pray for all those troubled around you."

With that, he made the sign of the cross.

"I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."


(((ooc: I understand there's supposed to be a prayer in there somewhere, but I couldn't make that work, so I'm just gonna pretend he did it all correctly. :P )))

innoscenteyes
21st Oct 2007, 7:34 PM
Claire watched intenally and proud as Mary repeanted. They all needed to do that. They were all wrong for jumping to conclusions. Look where they are. Accusing the Reverand of being a witch. It is true that he hears all of the confessions of the town. Claire seriously doubted that a witch would go an confess to him about being a witch. Claire couldnt help but wounder who hasnt gone to the Reverand and repeated. It brought curiousity to Claires mind.
Walking to the Reverand saying loud enough for all to hear."Mary has repeated for her sins. And I ask for forgiveness also. I too have been apart of this. All should ask for forgiveness. I ask the rest of you, shouldnt we look for someone who doesnt go to the Reverand? I hardly doubt a witch would be in a church repeating."

Pandaness
21st Oct 2007, 9:51 PM
[[ Julianna votes the Reverand not guilty. RP to come later ]]

veldagia
21st Oct 2007, 10:12 PM
((OOC Samuel votes innocent - will try and RP later))

Shadowblade
22nd Oct 2007, 1:21 AM
(OOC: I am also sorry for the lack of posting...Charlotte is not a character I feel strongly about, so I tend to forget to post anything about her. Nothing really to RP, but Charlotte votes guilty.)

Shenanigans_SC
22nd Oct 2007, 4:29 AM
The sun was near setting in Salem. Rev. Hawthorne had managed to put most the townsfolk at ease. There were not enough folks left wanting him killed to get the job done. As the crowd crept out of the church, some with their heads hanging down, William sighed in relief, falling into his chair.

The general consensus among the town was they were no closer to putting an end to the witches' killing spree as they were when it had all began. It would be a long, dark, cold night in Salem.

~ * ~

Congratulations Atropa, Rev. William is a free man! It is now Night time in Salem for the next three days.
Witches Clan, Blessed One, and White Witch, you all know what I need from you.

Everyone, I would also like you to let me know via PM if you’d like to stick with this RP. The elimination nature of this RP really needs much more participation to work correctly. I’m saddened that the RP died down so quickly, but I don’t want to drag it out just for the heck of it. So I’d like to know your guys’ thoughts. Less than a third of the original characters are still with us, and it isn’t due to deaths. If I get even a handful of people that would like to continue in the RP then I will keep it open. Otherwise, I think I’ll put it out of its misery. :shrug:

Fayreview
22nd Oct 2007, 8:59 AM
((Aww that'd be a shame, mind you I got killed so I guess my lurking has no real bearing on what you are going to do... my fingers are crossed though:)))

cherryp3
24th Oct 2007, 2:19 AM
ooc: Arohh! I'll have something up. >:o Blasted internet messed up over the weekend.

Shenanigans_SC
24th Oct 2007, 3:22 AM
Friendly reminder that there are 24 hours left till morning, I still need to hear a decision from my Witches Clan, and identities from my Blessed One and my White Witch.

I want to say thank you to everyone who PMed me their thoughts about this RP possibly closing. It definitely lifted my spirits to hear/read that quite a few of you want to stick with it. The RP is not closing. :)

So, those I need PMs from... get them into me please. :)

cherryp3 - glad to see you back! :)

Shenanigans_SC
25th Oct 2007, 2:47 AM
Salem - Morning

As the sun rose over Salem, many townsfolk didn’t dare leave their houses. It had become routine that each morning would be greeted with a death. Many felt safer holed up in their houses. A brave minority did continue out and about. They figured that if they stopped living then they might as well be dead anyway. Those that had gone out of their houses that morning’s soon heard a shrill scream.

Someone had gone to Abel Farm to purchase some eggs. They had knocked on the door repeatedly but there was no answer. Worried about Anne, they opened the door, and were horrified by what they saw. Anne Abel was hanging from the rafters of her home. Was she killed? Did she commit suicide?

~ * ~

Sorry RosalindP, Anne Abel has been killed by the Witches Clan.

It’s morning time now. There are three days for everyone to PM me who they’d like to accuse for this new day.

veldagia
25th Oct 2007, 10:32 PM
Samuel stumbled along up to the farm. Each footstep heavy as he made his way, the wearyness of the last few days settling like a fog over him. Many had fallen to their knees before the Reverand following Mary's lead asking for forgiveness of their sins. Samuel had knelt down with them, praying for the Lord to forgive him his doubts of his fellow villages. And so his head had bowed and he had repented the siins of judging his fellow men and women.

He turned the corner only to stop abrubtly in shock as a shreik rang out disturbing the tranquility of the morning. After the moment pause Samuel's feet soon found their wings and he hurried along, faster towards the farm trepediation in his eyes as to what he might find. "Anne's hung, oh my Lord." a man's voice sounded, then another was heard questioning in a shocked tone. "Was it suicide?"

Samuel pushed his way through the people that had flocked to the shrill scream. His eyes falling horrified upon the suspended dead body of Anne. His hand swept his hat from his head as he turned away from the sight. Head bowed in respect to Anne's demise. The voices around spoke in hushed tones, respectful of the dead. He heard a solumn cry as someone called for The Reverand. Then the nausiating thud, as they hoisted her body down and laid it out upon the bare floor.

Still he stood there in shock, another one dead. Was it the witches or could poor Anne not bare another day or accusations and doubts? Had it all got so bad that she would commit the sin of taking her life. He could not believe that. Someone must be to blame. But who could do such a thing, no god fearing person would ever dream of such evil. But who amongst them had not visited the church? Who had not knelt before the Reverand and asked for the Lords forgiveness? He shook his head to clear the thoughts, now was a time to pray for Anne and all of those that loved her.

((OOC A little attempt to get things going, anyone can speak to him))

Shenanigans_SC
28th Oct 2007, 8:08 PM
I am terribly sorry everyone. I know several people PMed me, supporting the decision to keep this roleplay open. I am very thankful to all of you that did.
But I fear that I must close this RP. It's been nearly four days since I announced morning and I have not received one suggestion as to a suspect. This is primarily because those with special roles are the only active characters left. There's no town folk around for the Witches Clan to kill off. The Witche's Clan pretty much wins by forfeit.

I thank everyone who made a character and put their hearts into it. I thank you for trying to keep this roleplay going, but sometimes even good roleplays die.

For anyone wondering... here's the secret identities revealed.
Blessed One: Charlotte Brannon (Shadowblade)
White Witch: Anne Abel (RosalindP)
Witches Clan: Elizabeth "Lizzie" Dane (eternal_sunshine), Julianna Wardelle (Pandaness), Mary Peddleweather (Vicci), Rev. William Hawthorne (Atropa), and Sanuel (veldagia)

I apologize to anyone who is upset, or bothered by this announcement. Again, thank you to everyone who participated.

AtropaMandragora
28th Oct 2007, 8:11 PM
Really sorry this RP had to fade away like this. :( It was a really good one. *hugs Shenan* Hats off to you for trying so hard. You've been an excellent game host. :beer:


Witches clan - Yey, we won. And we even got the white witch. :grouphug:

So sad I didn't get to explore William a bit more though. He was such a fun, corrupted character.
(Maybe I'll save him for another RP, if a good, fitting one comes along.)

innoscenteyes
28th Oct 2007, 9:50 PM
I wasnt sure if it was reverand or not. You had posted something about breaking 3 comandments and i only knew about 2. i didnt know if it was a typo or not. lol silly me.

AtropaMandragora
28th Oct 2007, 10:19 PM
Heh, well actually, all three were in his bio, kind of;
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Thou shalt not bear false witness.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife.

Didn't want to mention the fourth (thou shalt not kill), because that would've been too obvious.

Fayreview
29th Oct 2007, 12:12 AM
Well I died anyway... but my daughter was innocent so yay... and i picked out two of the witches :) that darn Reverend and Lizzie Dane..... Nero really shoulda killed her hehe


And in a way I'd kinda like to say I won..... :eviltongu I got to be a kind doctor, go completely crazy and save an innocent life. So clearly I was just amazing.... until the death kinda thing ruined it!

Pandaness
29th Oct 2007, 12:22 AM
Aww well, it was a good roleplay while it lasted.

Heheh I'm glad that I was able to stay in and that Julianna was never accused. We did good witches clan!

Too bad she never got to hook up with the Reverand though, lol.

Vicci
29th Oct 2007, 1:54 AM
Lol xD

Aye, good game. Well done to Shenan as well but it's a shame there was no townsfolk left, but yay for the witches! And aye, we did get a white witch - how fun! Just a shame we had to win this was, but nevermind.

PennyTheCorgi
29th Oct 2007, 2:06 AM
Awww, I'm sorry Shenanigans. :( It was really a great idea for a RP. Maybe you can try it again later. Darn, I was right about who three of the withches were too.....:giggler:

veldagia
29th Oct 2007, 7:46 AM
:weep: It was great fun, such a novel idea for a RP.

We won! :3dcool: (I'm ignoring the default bit as we got the white witch).

And thnak you Shenanigans - great host as always. They have no flowers so you'll have to make do with a bunch of these : :baloons:

Shenanigans_SC
31st Oct 2007, 3:33 AM
I know this RP is closed, but I just had to say thanks to everyone for the kind words given, and the bouqet of balloons. ;)