Leaf wandered slowly through the greenhouse, her eyes, and ears alert for any signs of life, particularly a fellow with a camera who had misplaced a very informative letter. She stopped at a bench, heaving a small sigh of disappointment before sitting down.
"I don't think he's here." She mumbled to herself as she examined the letter once again. "He said he would be."
As usual, she had her trusty camera along with her, and she decided to take a photo of her current view. She grinned slightly as she examined the picture.
"Oh! I got a bird in this shot."
Her cheerful smile faltered as she noticed something hiding in the soil beneath a leafy bush. A knife. And something told her that it had been used. Nervously, she stumbled up to it to confirm her suspicion, her grip tightening on the camera.
Leaf let out a shocked yelp as she came closer. She stumbled backward and tripped over a tree root, falling onto the ground with a loud "Oof!".
She shakily jumped up to her feet.
"I guess this is why I couldn't find you." She muttered.
Facefirst in a small muddy pond was a man, his black coat covered in leaves and mud. Around him, the signs of a struggle were very much evident.
Leaf wandered slowly through the greenhouse, her eyes, and ears alert for any signs of life, particularly a fellow with a camera who had misplaced a very informative letter. She stopped at a bench, heaving a small sigh of disappointment before sitting down.
"I don't think he's here." She mumbled to herself as she examined the letter once again. "He said he would be."
As usual, she had her trusty camera along with her, and she decided to take a photo of her current view. She grinned slightly as she examined the picture.
"Oh! I got a bird in this shot."
Her cheerful smile faltered as she noticed something hiding in the soil beneath a leafy bush. A knife. And something told her that it had been used. Nervously, she stumbled up to it to confirm her suspicion, her grip tightening on the camera.
Leaf let out a shocked yelp as she came closer. She stumbled backward and tripped over a tree root, falling onto the ground with a loud "Oof!".
She shakily jumped up to her feet.
"I guess this is why I couldn't find you." She muttered.
Facefirst in a small muddy pond was a man, his black coat covered in leaves and mud. Around him, the signs of a struggle were very much evident.
Leaf wandered slowly through the greenhouse, her eyes, and ears alert for any signs of life, particularly a fellow with a camera who had misplaced a very informative letter. She stopped at a bench, heaving a small sigh of disappointment before sitting down.
"I don't think he's here." She mumbled to herself as she examined the letter once again. "He said he would be."
As usual, she had her trusty camera along with her, and she decided to take a photo of her current view. She grinned slightly as she examined the picture.
"Oh! I got a bird in this shot."
Her cheerful smile faltered as she noticed something hiding in the soil beneath a leafy bush. A knife. And something told her that it had been used. Nervously, she stumbled up to it to confirm her suspicion, her grip tightening on the camera.
Leaf let out a shocked yelp as she came closer. She stumbled backward and tripped over a tree root, falling onto the ground with a loud "Oof!".
She shakily jumped up to her feet.
"I guess this is why I couldn't find you." She muttered.
Facefirst in a small muddy pond was a man, his black coat covered in leaves and mud. Around him, the signs of a struggle were very much evident.
Leaf wandered slowly through the greenhouse, her eyes, and ears alert for any signs of life, particularly a fellow with a camera who had misplaced a very informative letter. She stopped at a bench, heaving a small sigh of disappointment before sitting down.
"I don't think he's here." She mumbled to herself as she examined the letter once again. "He said he would be."
As usual, she had her trusty camera along with her, and she decided to take a photo of her current view. She grinned slightly as she examined the picture.
"Oh! I got a bird in this shot."
Her cheerful smile faltered as she noticed something hiding in the soil beneath a leafy bush. A knife. And something told her that it had been used. Nervously, she stumbled up to it to confirm her suspicion, her grip tightening on the camera.
Leaf let out a shocked yelp as she came closer. She stumbled backward and tripped over a tree root, falling onto the ground with a loud "Oof!".
She shakily jumped up to her feet.
"I guess this is why I couldn't find you." She muttered.
Facefirst in a small muddy pond was a man, his black coat covered in leaves and mud. Around him, the signs of a struggle were very much evident.
You're stopped by an employee patrolling the grounds.
She straightens her wrinkled security guard uniform and shakes her head.
"Sorry, sir." She says in a pathetic attempt at sounding authoritative.
"Please return to the lobby or whatever. You just can't be, like, here. Right now. So go away."
I'm terribly sorry to hear that, man. The flu stinks! >:[ I hope you're feeling better.
“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to see why it was closed. Did someone get hurt or something?”
Thanks! This disappearance was just me being lazy though.
The security guard awkwardly twiddles her fingers, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "Well, yeah. It's pretty crazy. You'll get the full details soon enough I'm sure." She replied hesitantly. "Why don't you head to the dining room? They make some wicked cinnamon rolls. Breakfast here is always delicious."
She hurriedly escorts you back into the lobby. "Now don't stick your nose into places it doesn't belong. And don't forget the cinnamon rolls!"
With that said, she leaves you alone to ponder whether or not all the security guards here at Hotel Legoith are as lame as she is.
Leaf wandered slowly through the greenhouse, her eyes, and ears alert for any signs of life, particularly a fellow with a camera who had misplaced a very informative letter. She stopped at a bench, heaving a small sigh of disappointment before sitting down.
"I don't think he's here." She mumbled to herself as she examined the letter once again. "He said he would be."
As usual, she had her trusty camera along with her, and she decided to take a photo of her current view. She grinned slightly as she examined the picture.
"Oh! I got a bird in this shot."
Her cheerful smile faltered as she noticed something hiding in the soil beneath a leafy bush. A knife. And something told her that it had been used. Nervously, she stumbled up to it to confirm her suspicion, her grip tightening on the camera.
Leaf let out a shocked yelp as she came closer. She stumbled backward and tripped over a tree root, falling onto the ground with a loud "Oof!".
She shakily jumped up to her feet.
"I guess this is why I couldn't find you." She muttered.
Facefirst in a small muddy pond was a man, his black coat covered in leaves and mud. Around him, the signs of a struggle were very much evident.
The greenhouse is closed due to an incident, uh, yeah. Don't go in there. ~The manager
A song is playing on the radio! Elmer's tune - Peggy Lee
She probably screamed. The clones wouldn't have arrived so fast otherwise. Even as they push her out from the greenhouse, the scene keeps replaying in her head. A bird. A knife. A lifeless Rupert she will never get to know. The messed up soil. The muddy puddle. She was at a crime scene, and the photographer instantly feels sick.
Why are the stars always winkin' and blinkin' above?
Why did this happen? Why would anyone do this?!
It's not the season, the reason, it's plain as the moon It's just Elmer's tune
It's too early for this. The music isn't helping. Too cheerful. Too happy. It sounds like something straight out of a---
Listen, Listen, there's a lot you're li'ble to be missin'
She knew he'd be there. She knew. She knew. She slides her hand into the pocket and feels the letter burning against her touch.
Sing it, swing it, any old way and any old time
She flops onto the white-checkered floor and stares blankly at the lobby's crystal chandelier. It looks like it's swinging...
“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to see why it was closed. Did someone get hurt or something?”
Thanks! This disappearance was just me being lazy though.
The security guard awkwardly twiddles her fingers, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "Well, yeah. It's pretty crazy. You'll get the full details soon enough I'm sure." She replied hesitantly. "Why don't you head to the dining room? They make some wicked cinnamon rolls. Breakfast here is always delicious."
She hurriedly escorts you back into the lobby. "Now don't stick your nose into places it doesn't belong. And don't forget the cinnamon rolls!"
With that said, she leaves you alone to ponder whether or not all the security guards here at Hotel Legoith are as lame as she is.
“She was acting weird.”
He scratches his head. “Might as well get some cinnamon rolls.”
She probably screamed. The clones wouldn't have arrived so fast otherwise. Even as they push her out from the greenhouse, the scene keeps replaying in her head. A bird. A knife. A lifeless Rupert she will never get to know. The messed up soil. The muddy puddle. She was at a crime scene, and the photographer instantly feels sick.
Why are the stars always winkin' and blinkin' above?
Why did this happen? Why would anyone do this?!
It's not the season, the reason, it's plain as the moon It's just Elmer's tune
It's too early for this. The music isn't helping. Too cheerful. Too happy. It sounds like something straight out of a---
Listen, Listen, there's a lot you're li'ble to be missin'
She knew he'd be there. She knew. She knew. She slides her hand into the pocket and feels the letter burning against her touch.
Sing it, swing it, any old way and any old time
She flops onto the white-checkered floor and stares blankly at the lobby's crystal chandelier. It looks like it's swinging...
OoC: Leaf's...not okay right now. The song is lovely though!
"Uh, mam are you ok? Maybe, you should sit down for a moment." Bear states with a worried look on her face, not all too sure what to do.
"...Sitting...down..." The photographer, still on the lobby floor, doesn't turn toward Bear but starts repeating the phrase to herself, as if tasting it for the first time...if words have flavors. "Sitting....sitting down...sitting sounds nice. Maybe I should...yes-yes...sitting..." Leaf looks up and cracks out a broken laugh. "Am I not sitting down?" She pauses before shifting to an embarrassed frown. "...Or are you the one sitting down?I can't tell."
“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to see why it was closed. Did someone get hurt or something?”
Thanks! This disappearance was just me being lazy though.
The security guard awkwardly twiddles her fingers, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "Well, yeah. It's pretty crazy. You'll get the full details soon enough I'm sure." She replied hesitantly. "Why don't you head to the dining room? They make some wicked cinnamon rolls. Breakfast here is always delicious."
She hurriedly escorts you back into the lobby. "Now don't stick your nose into places it doesn't belong. And don't forget the cinnamon rolls!"
With that said, she leaves you alone to ponder whether or not all the security guards here at Hotel Legoith are as lame as she is.
@bold: "Rupert is dead"? well, that's not creepy or anything. Clever though...
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The song is lovely though! 
Clever though... ![[lenny]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/7elNEqtPK2hcSAiIMFNh.png)