Cluedo: "Up, Up and Away!" (WINNER: rachel631)
Cluedo:
2:30 PM
It took no time before the crowd started roaring with excitement. Slowly, each balloon inching off the ground as they ascended like Greek giants rising up. The rules were quite simple….each balloon was supposed to make a complete rotation past the park and around Tudor Close, before returning to make perfect landing on the platform. At the moment though, it was only the beginning….
….for Reverend Green…it was the end. He couldn’t hack it! Despite his white lie of having flying experience before at the registration, it didn’t help him one bit now for the simple truth was; he was scared of heights!
“Oh God I’m so sorry…sorry…. Jesus! What the Hеll was I thinking?”
Before his balloon could get any higher to the point where his next action could be fatal, he prepared to abandon his balloon…
"What on Earth is he doing!?" Cried one voice from the crowd.
"I'm glad I didn't bet on him!" Declared another.
With one great leap, Green landed flat on his back! Ouch!
Meanwhile, Inspector LeNoir had snuck off to do a little of his own investigation concerning the suspicious salad. He gathered the plates from which other guests had eaten salad from. He found himself rather surprised however to bump into Miss Scarlet in a rather lonely section of the park.
“Oh Madmoiselle!’ Declared Insp. LeNoir startled, “Please excuse me, I’m just taking these plates for reasons concerning myself and not concerning you…unless you’ve had to some salad.”
“I didn’t come here to eat salad,” Miss Scarlet chuckled, “I enjoy little strolls through the park to pass the time.”
“Well, the entertainment is down by the balloon platform,” Insp. LeNoir informed with a hint of suspicion, “I’m surprised you are not down there.'
“Balloons don’t interest me, I’m afraid,” Scarlet admitted, “I find that they are too over-inflated for their own good.”
She thought for a moment.
“On the other hand…I might go and pop by after all….”
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Back at the balloon race…
“Reverend! Oh my God! Are you alright?” Mrs. Peacock cried rushing up to him.
“Oh Ethyl, it was stupid mistake…I’m so sorry!” The Reverend groaned, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was all caught up in the thrill of it before when I signed up….I wanted to….well…never mind…it’s rather silly of me go on like this.”
“It was silly of you to jump out of your balloon like that,” Mrs. Peacock scolded, “Thankfully I don’t believe anyone had placed a wager on you. Here let me help you up…”
It wasn't just the crowd to witnessed the Reverend Green's blunder. Up in the sky, his heavy landing made light entertainment...
'Il prete Stupido..." Signor Giuseppe whispered smugly under his breath.
Stelio Kontos:
From my skimmage, I love it.
Digging the butler named Hogarth.
(I loved The Iron Giant.)
Cluedo:
2:50 PM
It wasn’t just Reverend Green who had a hard time in the balloon race; some of the other contestants were having their issues as well.
“How do you fly this thing?!” Miss Peach cried across to Madame Rose.
Madame Rose chuckled a little nervously. She didn’t sense any real danger to them both, but she did concern how they were to get down.
“I must confess mon ami, I really didn't enter this little contest under full experience either. I suppose I did it because I wanted a little....risky excitment in my life! Anyway, I see no choice but to go with the flow. The men are already ahead of us anyway….”
Over fifteen minutes passed and the balloonists who were still holding up in the race were just returning from the circling around Tudor Close. Down on the ground Captain Brown was holding his breath.
“Come on Mustard, old chap…sail on, sail on…don’t let me down…” He whispered hopefully under his breath, “I’ve put every penny on you…”
In the air the shoutings of the croud were muffled out by the breeze. The race was nearing it's end and one thing was for sure...Signor Giuseppe was not surprisingly in the lead. After him, he was followed by Professor Plum, Colonel Mustard and Mr. Slate-Grey. Colonel Mustard was especially nervous. If not in the lead, he should at least be in second! What had Plum done right?
"Time to take a little drastic action..." Colonel Mustard reasoned with himself.
He turned up his flame to the point where it was blareing with intensity and loud as heck on Mustard's ears. He kept turning it up....a little too much! Suddenly it went out!
"Shіt!" The frantic Colonel cried.
It was no use. As Mr. Slate-Grey's balloon bumped past him, the truth was quite clear. Colonel Mustard was going to lose this race...and Brown's earnings. Down below, he couldn't make out several groans of the few who bet on him.
That's when something else happened. Down below, a silent pistol retreived and unnoticed by the crowd, was raised into the air....
Only a few seconds elapsed before came a...
[size=24]BANG!![/size]
Cluedo:
3:05 PM
"Mеrda!" The startled Italian cried from above, "What was that!?"
If it weren't from his own shouting, he would of heard an audible hissing noise emmiting from his own balloon.
[size=24]SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/size]
For that moment, it was simple shock and confusion. It was to get much worse than that however; at least for Signor Giuseppe. From what was a simple disruption escalated to disgruntled anger when he noticed that his balloon was making an early descent....and Professor Plum sped past him to win the race!
"Testa di cаzzo!" Giovanni cried, "No! You pig head! Get back here!"
Five minutes later, Professor Plum made a smooth landing with a cheering crowd rushing up to greet him and congratulate him on his winning. Some of them were a little peeved due to the fact that the contestant they may have placed a bet on didn't win, but in the end it was fun day for all and it was exciting to have an upset of a win.
"I did it..." Plum muttered breathless, shocked at his own skill, but then it finally sank in him.
The Glory.
"I DID IT! OF COURSE I DID IT! It was child's play really!"
Meanwhile, the once revered Italian Stallion had found himself a nice spot in a large leafy tree.
"Il...professore...morirà...." He oathed with bitter hate as his balloon slowly deflated over top of him.
Cluedo:
BILLIARD ROOM- 4:30 PM
Back at Tudor Close...
"Congratulations Nate," Miss Scarlet complimented Professor Plum as they toasted some champagne, "I think you surprised everyone with that astounding win of yours."
Prof. Plum turned a shade of plum-red.
"Oh stop it, really, your too kind Miss Scarlet."
Then she moved a inch closer to him. A wave of purfume filled his nose. She spoke soft and low...
"Tell me, you had something up your sleeve...didn't you?" She coaxed with a wink.
Plum sheepishly smiled as he downed his champagne with a gulp.
"To tell you the truth...I did apply a little of my own invented formula to the flame to give it a little 'oomph'....but it was nothing really!"
Miss Peach who was also present in the room sat bored and quiet on the couch watching Colonel Mustard and Captain Brown have at game of billiards to pass the time. Of course the main reason she was bored was due to the fact that neither Mustard or Brown said a word to eachother throught the game. Not single bit of matirial to fuel Peach's hunger for good gossip. Other than that she hated the game.
"Dаmn...." Mustard muttered under his breath as his attempted trick shot made an awkward jump, "My game is not up to par as it should be..."
For the first time, Brown finally spoke.
"Cliff, I want to have a word with you...after the game if you want," he grumbled in a low tone.
"No, no Ben...we can talk now, I sense that you have something 'important' on your mind," Mustard complied, "Shall we take it to the Library?"
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