A Repetitive Week (RP Topic)

The car follows him

Deja “Rest in peace”

“Rest in peace guy whose name I have forgotten. Also we really oughta get protection from the police, we’re not safe out here at all.”

Monty jumped a fence and kept going.

The time slowly ticks away from 11:59 to 12 on the cop car “Time to call for back up.”

Monty continued to run.

The cop sighs

OOC Anyone ready for a turn back?

OOC: I don’t see why not.

“So we gonna go see if we can find more policemen to actually protect us?”

OOC: might as well, this is going absolutely nowhere, most development (including certain developments hint hint) has screeched to a halt and almost everyone is dead already.

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Ooc- yessss

As a clock ticks slowly to 12, everything it back to the day it began

Deja is taking care of the party while Ideruba slacks off

Monty stood there confused before crawling into a dumpster.

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OOC am I alive then?

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Jacob and James try to walk in at the same time, crumpling against each other and awkwardly backing away from each other.

“Oh crap! S-sorry!” Jacob spluttered.
“Just watch where you’re going kid.”
“…Do I know you?”
“What? No! …possibly.”
The two shake off the feeling and head inside.

OOC: Yup

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Baileys eyes jolt open, he was in his bed and remembered “oh yeah. Parties today” he got up and got dressed, making a cup of coffee

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Joey walks through the door.

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Ideruba rests his head “Wonder if you dream about dieing too.”
Deja tosses him a broom “You’ll do if you don’t help.”
Ideruba “Shesh.” He sweeps the place

Before Bailey can walk out the door a hand grips his shoulder “I need you to help me with something” he jolts and turns around
“Y-yeah dad?” He asks in a slightly afraid tone
“Just…come help me? Ok?”
“What about mom? Can she help you?”

His father shakes his head “just…come on son.”

Bailey noticed a bit of blood on his dad’s ■■■■■ and hands and books for the stairs, running into his room and locking it

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Liam keeps walking alone in the dark

Joey says “so is it me or does anyone else feel like killing everyone?”

“Not me.” James frowns, “Maybe you should see somebody about that.”