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A Study in Pink: character profiles

The Victim
Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.
Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.
He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.
He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

The Protagonist
the protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

Suspect number one
Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

Detective number one
Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

Suspect number two
Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.
He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

The monster
Call me Mog
I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.....................

Detective number two
Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A Squamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

Unseen witness
I am Milford Lowe

The richest guy around,next to Horrods , with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American.. Settled in UK.. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru.. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown ,where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date ,a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it ,as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

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With luck (and I may need a great deal of it) this is where I will "edit" and paste the character profiles as they come in so that everyone may reference them as we write. Take your time with the profiles. We have lots of it.
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Great, just plug them in order and it's done nicely. Easy as eating your favorite desert.

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You have created a stage and the two characters in such short script but throwing just enough perspective about them and the background for the drama which would unfold with lots of mystery into it. I guess the next characters to appear would be a friend of the victim who is approached to provide more insights and obviously a cop who is assigned the task of unveiling the mystery. How about the names for the Vitim and the Protagonist? Have you deliberately not made a mention of them?

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raj (sublime_ocean)

I have never thought of you but as a sublime ocean, so is that enough to keep you away from the plot of the our story. Would you consider being involved, a witness maybe? Why don't you give it a thought.

As for the names, the victim is "Alabaster Fitzroy" and the protagonist is "Roy Mackwill".
I think it is a good idea to keep the name and the lable side by side every time we add a new character so that anyone who reads would know Who is doing What. What do you think sir?

Like this " Alabaster Fitzroy" (the victim)
" Roy Mack Will" (the protagonist
and so on...

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It's in the profile. I thought Alid named his. If not I'll hit him up for it.

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The Protagonist
the protagonist is Roy Mackwill.
I would have preferred if you hadn't told everyone that I was fat, balding, and smoked too much, but I may forgive you, but not that stupid idiot that had himself topped outside my luxury apartment building, wish you would wise up and describe me right though.
Typical of you critics you can't get, Balding Hair!! what sort of education did you have???
The house girl doesn't want you spreading it that she may know the killer so leave it, it may come out later but can't you keep quiet about these things, the police will want a word with you..
Will talk later, I have some clients flying in this morning so have to dash,
Yours reluctantly, Roy Mc Will (ex Scottish pat)
Please spell my name correctly in future correspondence

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You have to blame Khalid for he is the one who created the protagonist's character not Wesley.
What do you say now? hehehe

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I know you're busy, but we need a character profile from you. I don't think there is much left. The antagonist surely.

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The names of the characters are at the beginning of each profile as you read it. Lol

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Thanks for pointing this out. Either they escaped my attention or they have been added after my comment. What character are you planning to adorn? may be a detective? lol..

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raj (sublime_ocean)

For sure detective. I'm still trying to create the character profile. I'm slow to this new task.

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with a migraine
I'm lost at sea

what employment for me can it be ?

a legal advisor
to a sexual client
of the main victim
may be......

I have a suggestion. Why don't you take the role of Roy Macwill's most reliable female staff? She is the first witness who is fearful of her life since the killer saw her as well. I leave her profile for you to decide.

Alid

One of them is known (meaning the killer saw them) and the other is unknown (the killer did not see them). Both saw the crime committed. They can be any personality... a prostitute, a drunk, a rich man, a soldier... anything. Write a reasonably detailed description of the person and post it on the main thread. Then Barbara and I will move it to the character profile page..
Any questions, please ask me.

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I am Milford Lowe

The richest guy around,next to Horrods , with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American.. Settled in UK.. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru.. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown ,where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date ,a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it ,as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

Is this one of our witnesses. He would work, but you have to tell me he is a witness and which one (known or unknown). Does that make sense?

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the contents indicate he is the one who was''' not seen by anyone''
as he was milking hers.... you know what now

I am Milford Lowe

The richest guy around,next to Horrods , with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American.. Settled in UK.. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru.. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown ,where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date ,a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it ,as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

is waiting...which one of you can figure out her secrets first

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Carrie

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Your order is confusing. I have the order on my notes so I can stay straight. I'm detective one and geezer is detective two.

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listed in the syllabus.
Wes
Rula,
Carrie,
Alid
Barbara
Now we will switch him where he was later and put Geezer in the order here as he's already written a section.
Stan
Ian
Loved

Let's leave this order of go for the future.

Did this make sense Barbara? Is that the list in order as you have it?

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Now all formats the character profiles and the main page need to be in same order that way it's easy to follow. And me and you will be on the same page with the numbering in sections.

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The character profile needs to reflect the main thread which reflects your list of order as to not confuse writers and yourself.

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A Study in Pink: character profiles
Submitted by wesley snow on Wed, 2014-09-24 16:19
The Victim
Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.
Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.
He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.
He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

The Protagonist
the protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

Suspect number one
Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

Detective number one
Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

Suspect number two
Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.
He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

The monster
Call me Mog
I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.....................

Detective number two
Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A Squamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

Unseen witness
I am Milford Lowe

The richest guy around,next to Horrods , with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American.. Settled in UK.. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru.. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown ,where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date ,a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it ,as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

I'm detective one. You have me as two.
Geezer is number two and he's not on here yet.
Your character profile are out of order. If you like I can keep then in order of the syllabus for you.
I can't keep it organized if everything don't line up properly in every area.

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For numbering section to come out in order. Character Profiles need to be rearranged. In order of your list.
There also needs to be time for writer who choose to correct areas that need it before you post to Main Thread.

listed in the syllabus.
Wes
Rula,
Carrie,
Alid
Barbara
Now we will switch him where he was later and put Geezer in the order here as he's already written a section.
Stan
Ian
Loved

A Study in Pink: Main Thread.
Submitted by wesley snow on Sat, 2014-09-27 11:37
Section One is Wesley
Victoria is Queen in London Town.
The Empress rules it all with velvet hands.
‘Tis eighteen eighty eight, the city’s brown
with coal and cholera that vex the land.
But down on Fleet Street starts a tale of woe.
Her Highness will learn nothing ‘til too late.
For Secretary Fitzroy’s caught a blow
delivered of a monster’s razor hate.

One might say he has gone and lost his head.
The constabulary, they have lost it too,
but ne’ertheless they say that he is dead
and now they look about to find a clue.
While Fitzroy on the cobblestone won’t care.
He’s lost his mind and therefore cannot think.
The rain pours down; it’s playing truth or dare
and Fitzroy’s blood is washing sickly pink.

Section Two is Rula
It's late, yet none could fall asleep
while Mog the monster's free somewhere.
Mystery wraps, the demons weep,
and rain won't wash what has to scare.
No footprints, or bullets are found,
it's Mog for sure, again they face.
the bobbies desperate, they are drowned,
confusion seems would close this case.

Around the corner lives poverty,
but only coal is there to feed.
Someone has to kill the enemy,
before it grows up fast with greed.
So many Mogs behind now stand,
emotions die, and so the brains.
They all are starving to cleanse the land,
no matter if considered insane.

Section Three is Carrie
Anabel Lee,
she chose her name carefully.
Cut her hair, painted her face,
the never ending battle with identity.
Arriving in London, one dreary morning,
bareback and alone, she landed.
Her un-ladylike appearance subject to scorn.
Another chapter in her story was born.

She began serving beer at the Blue Boy Tavern,
befriending an outcast, than an unknown stranger.
Friendships that would lead to nothing but danger.
Thirty years old and never been wed
caused the town gossips to turn their head.
Oh well, let them say what had to be said.
Anabel didn't give a damn, ignorance was bliss.
For now her secret, would stay well hid.
Section Four is Alid
The owner of the the Grand Royale Hotel was fuming
His business rival, John Creel, has been spreading rumours
sending his worried customers packing and leaving,
fearing the lies about a non-existing curse.
Only a few refused to believe the nonsense remained.
Roy Mackwill was grateful but if this continues,
his hotel business's reputation will be flushed into the drain
unless he decided quickly what to do

He cannot just leave it to the Scotland Yard detectives.
None of their assurances could ease his troubled heart
thus he advertised in the local paper, offering incentives
to anyone who could help solve the case in all haste
knowing fully well that his rival will do his best
to see him fail and his livelihood ruined
but he was ready to face this test
and he was sure he could win

Section Five is Barbara

Detective Urilla Maure learns it's Alabaster Fitzroy whom was struck down
behind Grand Royale Hotel. Somehow he lost his head.
The police have yet to find it or learn what happened.
John Creel, an antagonist, wishes not for the crime to be solve.
He's been spreading ghost rumours again.
Anabel Sumner has a secret Urilla thinks
is connected to the murder. Anabel has had more lovers go missing than Urilla
can count. But there's no evidence to prove she committed any crimes.

Maure calls Guy French to work with her on the case.
He has twenty five years of detective work under his belt.
She believes his expertise will serve her well with this murder—horror mystery.
Arnold Winter is the most likely suspect. He's had beef with Fitzroy
over a spilled drink at the Blue Boy Tavern. Some say they heard him threaten Fitzroy life.
Urilla found Guy French tinkering with his motorcycle where he often is.
He's been on the scene the night before gathering evidence.
He was about to call Urilla for her to be his partner.

Section Six is Geezer

Section Seven is Stan

Section Eight is Ian. T

Section Nine is Loved

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What's on the stream is on the stream in the order post. I don't think I can change that order of things.

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Stan is next.

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The story in verse is unwinding nicely, thanks to all those who have contributed to it thus far. I'm sure this trend will continue till the mystery is unveiled and the culprit brought to book. The only missing link in this drama i believe is a Journalist, who keeps the common man updated about the happenings in the suburb of London where the mysterious murder took place and also reports about the panic wave and rumors going round town as a fall out of the gruesome and hideous murder.

I wish to share my unbiased opinion that the story in verse is captivating for a non-participant in the WS like me to be hooked on ...lol

Will keep following the thread which Wesley has created for periodically updating the events unfolding...

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

I am starting to understand how this works. Hopefully my next go will be better.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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