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Ohhh, thats cool and all, Gabriel! ^-^ good to know ! Good to know!!!! Well, why don't you tell us a lil about her life before the manor...It seems like a really important person to her is here in the manor!!!

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Right my friend? But before we go i to that you have to start paying up, if yoy're here it's because you know how much it is right? It's not a bussiness for nothing!" He laughs, "Well, hmm, it seems like it! I wonder who they are, someone who she trusts and know her so well...who could they be?"

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Well, idk Gabriel, i MIGHT be...Tell me, which information about her would you have? And might i know how you got that info? ^-^ dont worry, i will pay you for that!!!

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Well first of all what would you like to know? Can't just start spillin' information for fun, hm?"

"But as I see you are willing to pay...Well, the usual information an informant would have, personal, familiar, status before the manor, history. I know things about people here thay even they might not know like it's the case here, but who am I to judge this poor girl?"

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Hey Gabriel!! I heard there's this gal in the manor who thinks she is like, THE Marie Antoinette...Have you ever met her???

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Hmph, a girl who thinks she's the Marie Antoinette?"

Gabriel perks up from his desk, pushing up his glasses as he 'ponders' the question.

³3⊡‿⊡³ "Well, I haven't met her but that doesn't mean I don't know her." He smirks "Pray tell anon, are you in need of information about that subject, perhaps?"

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BVWUSHAUSJWJ POBRECITO, dw aint nobody replacing u law bbg 🙏🙏🙏🙏 stay strong gay king💯💯💯💯💯

Lawrence Cotas reaction's to Evelyn Mora

The Gambler and The Faro Lady

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¡100 publicaciones!

HUH!!!!

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"Oh, ma'am, you dropped this..!"👑

@idv-news-boi <33

[⑇⑇ ◯⌒◯ " Awww, thanks blondie! Such a sweetheart, hmm~"

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(Haiii orange haiii ^-^)

It was just another match that the priest had been forced to participate into, but...This one was different for a reason: he had been reprimed the night before by the organizers of the games, they thought he was being way too soft on the survivors, not actually hunting any of them and letting them all escape...Which was exactly what he had been doing...But this time, they gave him an ultimatum: he would hate to at least try this time, otherwise...He didn't even wanted to think about the consequences.

Luckily, as the survivors were not used to being chased by him, they didn't knew his abilities - so he managed to down one of them at only 4 ciphers! It was that new survivor, the guitarrist...Weird, his clothes seemed oddly familiar, even if because of the chase, he hadn't been used to focus too much onto the survivor's face...But still, he was on the floor! Now he just needed to put him in his chair...

But, as Giovanni was ready to balloon him, he finally had the chance to look at his face, and...It was him. He knew who it was. Now it all made sense - John...No. John wasn't his name. He was not dead, he had his own name and...And it all made sense now! Yes! It did! The familiar clothes...Oh, he looked so well, with no bruises!...No, he had some...He did. The ones that Giovanni had made. The guitarrist's face was...Covered in blood...Just like Giovanni remember his hunter form being...

(◉◉) >"....̴͕̺̣̲͂́̈̑̇̏̐̀͝.̸̥̱̹̯̅͋̃̈̔̆̃̃͘͠͝.̴̧̮̰̜̬̤͍͍̤͙͚̣̻̾͛̅̌̀͑̇͠͝͠J̴̨̛̰͓͖̲̥̣̜͑̆́͊̀̄̄́ơ̶͚̟̻̟͈̬̬̮̗͂̆͆̒̊̑̃͠ḩ̵̨̛̳̳̙̿͗̚͜͜ͅǹ̸̻̲̟̺̫̥͕̝͎͘͜.̷̨̛̝̱̗͔̣̭͔̻̳͋́͊̊̄̐́̈̕̕͠.̴̡̯̭̞̣͇̩̥͓̫͙̤̜̑͐͐̑̾̒̆̂͐̕͘̕̚͠ͅ.̶̼̘̭͓͉̖̉͛̆̍͠͝..."

His voice was distorted as always, but...A bit soft. As the hunter kneeled down and, instead of putting the survivor into a balloon, he gently put a hand onto his head, taking a bit of the guitarrist's hair out of his face - Giovanni's eyes now being just...Regretful.

(◉◉) > ".̴̡̡̩̰̻͚͚͌̈̇̓͐͋.̷̻͓̼͖̟̜͍͖͕̍̉̄̒̂̆͑͗́̎̔.̴̧̡̛̳̠̮̮͓̽̅̀̄͌͋͊̀I̷̡̖̓̈́̈́̃͐͒'̶̧͚̳̭̹̼̝̙͎̣͈̰̓͋̽̈́́̋̚͜m̴̨̲̹͚̟̪̯͓̜͇̺͈̋̒͑̐̅͋͝͝͝ ̸̝̯̹͙̿̔̆̒̑̔͌̕͠s̵̡͇͖̻̩̭͇͚̞̫̆͜ǫ̵̧̗̮̙̤͕̗̦̙̽̃̈́̾͛͗͘͝͠͝r̶̡̡̨͚͖̟̳̭̟̼͖̫̖̓̂̅̊͑͗̋̇̍̕̚͠͠͝r̶̹͆̾̒́͛̒͂̀̉̽̒͝y̶͈̠͇̗̫̮̪͆̊͛,̸͓̪͉̬̜͍̩̞̖̘͎͍̱̇̈́̍̃ ̸̡̢̧̢͉̻͖̳͕͙͑͊̔̽̀̇̃̈́͊̔͐͘͝ͅở̷̝̳̐͒̀̐̐̍̊͆͂͝h̷̙͚͔̲̟̾̒̂͂́̿̄̅͐̏̎͝ ̷͍̻͙̬̩̦̟͈̻̬̦̭͖̬̔̀͜G̶̨̛̗͌͆͑́͊͘o̵̧̺̝͗̅͐̿̈́̐̈́̒̀̉͆̐͋͠͝d̴̨̺̪̫̮̙̻̖͚̟͇̝͛̈́͐ͅ.̸͕͍̲̲̜̠̪͎̣̪̋̎̑́͜͝.̴̨̨̧̧̖̬͎̪͍̯̙͖̦̓̈́̔̕͜͜.̷̭̺̠̝͙̲̂͌I̵̥̖̟̹̭̟̗̖̣͇̲͍͙̻̋͌̉̿͂̉̉̈́͐́͒̕'̴̥̠̜̤͔̦̠͖͇͔͖̾̄͐̾̆͌̈͘m̴̤̰̲̾͆̀̅̿͘͠ ̸̥̩̊̑͒̑̌́͆̍͝s̷̡̺͖̩͇̻̞̖̱̳͔̣̠̲͒͂̃̊̾̂͐o̷͎̥̭̙̟̳͐̒̑̕͜ṟ̸͇̫̞͗̆̉ŗ̶̭̭̫̗̒̇̿̑̃̓́͒̀̈́͊̕͠y̶̼̺̲̲̝̌̓̂͘̕.̵̨̧̨̜̝̙̜̺͍̱͚͕̠́̕.̵̧̹͎͍̹̱̥̱̙̪̲͈̼͑̄̇̈́̾̃̌̉͆͛̿̚͘͜.̷̢̛͔͑̅̀̏͂̓͝"

The guitarrist wasn't well adjusted to the manors games, this match being particularly hard for him, the hardest one he's had up to this point. He just couldn't begin to understand this hunters abilities, nevertheless the feeling that he knew him. So the predicament he found himself was less than ideal.

His body ached, flashing memories of the same pain coming somewhere he couldn't pin down, flowing into his brain like the blood ran from the wound on his head down to his chin. Cuts and bruises coated his arms as he tried his best to stabilize himself the best he could once he was downed. Tired eyes trying their best to look up at the hunter, he stayed there, weak and helpless once again as he waited for the hunter to balloon him.

Again he couldn't understand why the harsh rope around his middle never came, confussion washing over himself as all he saw was a pained and guilt ridden expression, the guitarrist furrowed his brows, another thing he couldn't understand, maybe it was something else, his vision was too blurry to be trusted.

[|| ●_̙●⁾⁾ "John...?" He repeated in his mind, seeing how this once massive hunter crouched down to his level and ran his fingers through his hair, there were many thing his mind couldn't wrap around, like the fact he so happily leaned in into their touch, suddenly the hunter could hear a familiar voice again, a more up beat one that the one he's used to, even if these circumstances.

[|| ●_̙●⁾⁾ "Gio...vanni?" He said insecure, "yo...no me llamo John..."

[|| ●_̙●⁾⁾ "Mi nombre es Mateo" he gave a weak smile.

@askthepianist

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TW! BLOOD, DEATH THREATS, TALKS OF DEATH! DEATH!

The moon has set it, shining bright in the sky as the manor residents all slumber to prepare for another day of ruthless matches.

That's what the informant strived for, dragging his feet through the empty halls of the manor to make his way from his dear sisters room, he grunted. The corridor seemed so long to his sleep deprived eyes, fake glasses hanging from his shirt as he walked as slowly as possible to not make any sound.

That's when he heard something, a faint noise, something clicking and something sliding, weird, who's awake at this time? He knew of a few night owls but theyvwould stick to the library, the lounge room or maybe the kitchen, mayve even outside their rooms but here? No one should be here at this hour.

That's when he tought as a shadow loomed over him, only noticable because of the moonlight seeping from the open curtains as the only source of light, he turned around as he saw her, pale dead skin shining as those empty eyes glared at him with so much hatred he tensed up, heart almost stopping as Gabriel's mouth went agape at who was there.

What was a hunter doing here? Her of any of them? They never staid down for long, always coming back to haunt him. Ginger hair framed her figure, blood dripping from her missing arm and running down her missing leg, that same blue dress now stained with it.

"Mario Parker", Lisa spoke, a voice he once rememberd as soft and velvety now sour and raspy as she pronounced one of his many names, he just couldn't help but stare, he couldn't react and even if he could, what could he do?

Lisa Montag had alwaya been taller than him, even when alive but now? She stood a whole meter above him and he craned his neck up to meet her sunken eyes, gasping as she suddenly put her hand around his neck and holted him up into the air, now face to face with the one he killed.

"You bastard, look at what you've done to me." She spat, eyebrows furrowing in pure hate as she looked at him, gripping tighter.

"I trusted you, I trusted in you both! You stupid bitch! For what, why did you do it?! To get a bigger cut between you and your asshole sister? I WON THAT, IT WAS MINE! YOU DID SHIT, IT WAS ALL ME!" Laura now held him with her both "hands" the blood that formed her left one leaving a trail of blood running down his side, almost suffocating him even more.

"I—Lara'- Let me ex—" A squeeze to his neck "You knew to much—" More force came to him.

"And you decided killing me in cold blood was better than just stop being greedy and pay for silence? You knew I would accept, money is why I even let you into my life, Parker!" The hunter cried, anguish and despair in her voice.

"My hatred for you has bringed me back to life, you are lucky i'm not allowed to kill outside of this stupid games because if not i'd kill you here for everyone to see how stupif your limp body looks in the floor, you'd look pathetic just like you do now."

She spat, stopping the assault on his neck and dropping him to the floor beneath her, leaving the informants view black doted and gasping for air, before he could get back to breathing properly she stepped her pointed heel to his chest and pressed.

"I'll do it, don't you dare try and escape because I know you will, I know you better than anyone here. I'll follow you until you pay for what you did to me, for leaving me this" And with that, she dissapeared into what? He couldn't care less, he felt like he was about to pass out, and pass out he did, now laying bloodied on a hallway in this god-forsaken manor.

He did look pathetic.

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A blurry news paper cutout, the fragment shows the image of a young lady in what seems to be an extravagant party dress sporting a tiara give her best smile to the camara, in the muddy background, a figure seems to make itself into the darkness of the ink.

SHOCKING! ARGENTINIAN PAGEANT QUEEN, LISA MONTAG FOUND DEAD AFTER MISSING FOR 2 MONTHS

Lisa Montag Ren, double time queen of the Miss Argentina beauty pageant who's been missing since the 6th of February, where the last event she atended a page took place, has been found dismembered in the side of a highway on Palermo, Buenos Aires.

The police still hasn't been able to find a culprit, closest suspect being her manager Mario Parker who's also been missing since she was last seen.

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gutairisttttt don't you know that silly informant and poet guy? You should go say hi! x3

[|| ●▽●⁾⁾ Ah, I don't know this uhm, "informant"? But I already met the poet! Allan, I think, such a great guy!

I saw he was carrying a bunch of books and was on the verge of collapsing so I offered him some help and he accepted! I found out he's a poet from Spain, I really liked him, he said that he was in "debt with me" but I told him I didn't need anything from him and he felt bad so I let him be in debt with me.

Victim #6 does not know how to speak english for now, so he gets translations ^o^

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*holds a flower to the pageant queen* Girlie you are gorgeous

⑇ ◯ ⌒◯ "Aww, thanks cutie, I know~ I appreciate the flower, the last ones I got were a loooong time ago."

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WHO WE WERE BEFORE —

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Dear Detective, welcome to the limited time event "Who we were before", wich makes the new characters "VICTIM #4 — The pageant Queen" and "VICTIM #6 — The Guitarist" available for asks! Give this newcomers a warm welcome!

dd/mm/yyyy

7/4/2024—30/5/2024

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Typewriter

An Allan Crowell short story.

The soft clicks of the type writer were loud, a tad too loud for the redhead's liking.

There sat Allan Crowell, the Poet, eyes focused on the brand new typewriter his friend Nicolas had gifted him for his birthday and, even tough it had been a few days since he was gifted such an expensive and useful machine, he just couldn't bring himself to liking it.

Something about it was a little too mechanical, too souless for him, a man who would nothing less but his whole sould into his medium of art so he stayed still, looking at it's perfect letters and how it would -ding!- when finishing a sentence, analyzing every detail of the typewriter. It's not like he'd never seen one, his father kept one in his study, altough he was never allowed to touch it, let alone write so he mantained his distance so now having one himself just made him feel like his father, distant and cold and that was the least he wanted for his poems, to feel machine generated, too generic for what he was conveying, it just made him think of hid poems like writing something commercial, to sign and use as a contract with art and not bond with it.

Yet he couldn't help but keep it, surely he could just give it back but he would feel terrible, specially knowing that getting tjings like this was a massive luxury in the manor, he tought of gifting it but Gabriel finding out would break the blonde man's heart so he discarded the idea almost inmediately, with a sigh, Allan stood up from the hard wood chair provided for him by the manor and fell into his bed, running his usually gloved hands through his hair, messing up any attempt he did earlier to look more presentable throughout the day. He just layed there staring up at his ceiling as he slowly sat up on his bed, looking at the selfish machine, oh so eager go taje his job and he gave in. Walking over to the typewriter and beggining to press it's soft key caps.

After a couple hours of scrapped ideas, feelings and words, he finally left the table, a single piece of paper now infront of him as he read for noone but himself.

Cuántas veces, amor, te amé sin conocerte y tal vez sin quererte,

sin reconocer tu mirada, sin mirarte, centaura, en regiones contrarias, en un mediodía quemante:

eras sólo el aroma de los amores que amo, el mensaje aberrante de aquella paloma fue en vano

De ti estoy enamorado"

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allan im in your walls [romantically]

🖋⊂(•́ _ •̀⊂ O-Oh, anon.... I can't help but to feel flattered, yoy know that if you wished ti talk to me or be closer you could just, k-knock on my door, darling..? No need to go inside the-- the walls... ToT

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O MY GOD JOHN WATCH OUT!!!!! WATCH OUT!!!!! 🌷🌷⚘️⚘️🌷⚘️⚘️🌺🌺🌺🌺🌹🌹🌹🌻🌼🌷🌷🌼🌼🌻🌼🌷⚘️🌷🌷🌷🌸🌷🌸⚘️🌷🌷🥀🌻🌹🌼🌼🌷🌷🌸🌸🌺🌺🌸🥀🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 OH MY GOD ALL THE FLOWERS I WAS CARRYING ARE FALLING IN YOU OH NO!!! WATCH OUT JOHN!!!! 🌸🌸🥀🌺🌺🥀🌺🌹🌼🌸🌻⚘️🌸🌸🌸⚘️🌼🌹🌻🌸🌺🌸🌺🌸🌷🌷🌸⚘️🌺🌻🌺🌻🌺🌻🌺⚘️🌸🌺⚘️🌻🌺🌻🌼🌼⚘️⚘️🌸🌻🌼🌹🌹 guess those are yours now.....

[⑇⑇ ●⌒●⁾⁾ A-Ah! I'm sorry! Disculpa de verdad— wait- your flowers a-are you sure I should keep them, these are yours...j-just wait for me to.....get back on my feet! Espe-ra...

John Doe waves as best as he can at the anon, slightly red faced and flustered from the sheer quantity of flowers he has on top of him.

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John Doe smiles and let's out a hearty laugh as he welcomes Giovanni's hug, feeling the hsppiest he's been in a while seeing his old friend.

[⑇⑇ ≧▽≦⁾⁾ Oh how long has it been, Giovanni! 'm so happy to see you again and it's see you're happy too, pal!

The shorter man returns the hug before putting his feet back on the ground and looking back up at his friend.

[⑇⑇ ●▽●⁾⁾ Te eh extrañado muchisisimo, y'know? What have you been up to, Gio?

Giovanni...! Dios mio, you're...back! It's been so long [⑇⑇ ●∇●⁾⁾!!! Como haz estado!! I've really really missed you my friend..

@bloody-trio WEHEHEHHEHEH

(◉◉) > "...!!!!!!"

The priest takes a second to recognize the voice, but, as soon as his eyes meet John Doe, it was as if his expression just lifted - even without a mouth, it was clear that he was really happy to see him!

Rapidly running towards the other man, Giovanni didn't take long before hugging him, jumping slightly, excited, nodding his head to show that he had been well!

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Hey! It's Angie! But something seems weird about...Her?...

The "Pianist", Angel Bianchi, is open for asks!

Hello everyone! And welcome to yet another event in the blog! This time it's a more silly one instead of one focusing in Angeline's lore, as the idea came to me in the middle of the night...Since i wanted to train how to draw men but i also wanted to draw Angie...So i just put the both of them together!

As this is more of a lighthearted and silly event, it will stay up for 2 weeks, starting now February 9th and ending February 23rd, during these times asks and rps CAN still be sent for Angeline! She just won't know about this silly other version of herself that is also roaming around the manor!

He's just a male version of Angeline, with some bits of his lore being slightly different, so no need to be afraid of asking him stuff! Also when sending an ask, PLEASE specify if it is for Angel or Angeline, otherwise i will just count as it being for Angeline!

Like the other events, keep the blog rules in mind when sending anything! Otherwise have fun pookies! Mwah <3