#killingstarter

Audrey’s hands were shaking, her breaths coming in shaky gasps. Blood. Eyes turned glassy. D e a t h. Memories of her father’s death entered her mind in flashes, making her heart pound and the hair on her arms rise. Audrey’s first reaction at what had just happened, rather than screaming or crying out, was to sink down to her knees and wrap her arms around her shaking form. “It’s not dad,” she whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to block the memories. “Not dad.”

“There you are,” Cai awkwardly stooped to grab the runaway tortoiseshell. The other two cats struggled in his grasp, emitting low growls as the third joined them in Cai’s arms.  “Oh shut it.  You’re lucky I even brought you guys along.  Especially you, Midget,” He booped the smallest one with his nose. Now he just had to get them back to his room before someone found out - thank god everyone was at that mystery dinner thing.

Avery sat on a deck chair, a bottle of champagne that she’d stolen from the party dangling in her hand, already half empty. She stared up at the clouded sky above and tried to make sense of what she’d just seen. Hearing someone approach, she lifted the bottle in offering. “Want some? You’d better hurry before it gets warm.”

"Early bird catches the good stuff!” Brendon called as he settled a plate of finger food on a table in the sitting area outside the banquette hall. His charges came to crowd around the table and in a moment, the fried cheese sticks were no more. “Ok guys, don’t choke on the cheese sticks, I’ll be there okay?” he chuckled and pointed to the banquette hall doors. 

“Lt. Goodfeels at your service. And no, these Miley Cyrus tattoos are not fake. I have a very unhealthy obsession with her that I’d like to get rid of as soon as possible.” The last words were spoken a tad bit louder and with more emphasis in the hopes that someone would come and take her flag sooner rather than later. 

“Look folks, if you could all possibly stop dying that’d be swell. All this murder is making it awfully hard to do my job.” Avery was now well on her way to being drunk, which somehow was making her southern accent even more authentic sounding. 

“I hear you’re into roleplaying, I’ve got a few scenarios running through my head right now.” Everett was glad he decided to attend the event, even though he didn’t have the time to be a part of it.

“No, you can’t get a dancing monkey with the ship’s money.” Molly said to whoever came by her, keeping up the act, even though she’d really want to see a dancing monkey too. She held a little pouch as she sat by a table, being labelled the purser for this game, not really wanting to throw herself into the sea of people anytime soon. But it wasn’t too hard though, basically like handling the production money whenever someone wants to buy something ridiculous like a 40 bucks Starbucks drink.