(Meh, yeah.)

From inside the girls tent, there was a short scream. "HARRIETTE!" Then Scout found herself sobbing as she ran out of the tent. "Guys! Guys, wake up! You have to see this!" She pointed to the tent, and then her legs gave out beneath her, and she sobbed into her hands.

Dash stayed for a moment, mouth open in shock, then shook himself and ran inside.
(If we just continue to stay camping at the park, this is gonna turn into a game of Mafia lol)

(Lol. ...Until the Mafia wins. *soft evil laughter*)

(Oh no. Good thing I didn't dump any of my favorite OCs there- although Noelle is just me when I'm insanely happy, I like Dash, and Felix gives me nostalgia- he's in a story my friends and I were going to write back in elementary.)

Can you describe the murder scene? Have fun with it.

Ping

(Oh, oomph, sure. Just hope you don't have sensitive stomachs or are overly afraid and squirmy of blood.)

Harriette was lying on her back, one arm wrapped tightly around her favorite stuffed animal which she had somehow brought. The only thing that said that she was not asleep, and actually dead was a) she was not breathing, and b) there was a neat cut across her throat that had blood pooled all around. And...Yeah, I think that is about it.

(:'( Well,I guess killing Harriette was one way to start.)

(I like gory details. There is probably something wrong with me.)
Dash dropped to his knees and buried his head in his hands. "Why..." he groaned.
Noelle had her eyes shut tightly.

Zena was blinkeing in the cornor.

ANd orkha was in hysterics.

"How! How! I was going to sleep there but she already crashed there....That was probably supposed to be me! And no ownder! First john-" *hysterics*

For once, she went all boohoo on Owen. WHo looked awkward. "Uh...Guys, help me, what do I do to comfort a hysterical sister?"

Nicote just sighed. "I knew we shouldn't have done this..."

Connor goggled. Then went to throw up.

James walked forward in a daze. "Harriette?" He said quietly, and sat down next to her, not caring if he got bloody. "Oh, Harriette. I'm so sorry. I didn't...I should have listened to myself. I should of...Oh, Harriette." James took her hand, and set it in his lap, looking down at her, resting so peacefully. He shook his head,and a sob escaped him. His tears mixed with her blood.

NIcote just stared. Then thought of something.

"The killer is one of us. I would've heard something if someone had crept into the camp. Ugh I KNEW I shouldn't have been so engaged with the fire....I might've heard something and burshed it off ans not important...."

"Hey! I only went to the bathroom!" Zena protested.

"I wasn't pointing at you, Zenota."