count me in

To be a suspect....

Suspect No.2

I have chosen detective no. 2. I have to research this though I've seen a few movies.

So when it comes my turn to choose if nobody else has taken this choice I'll take it. I'll now allow my essence to invade all other participants in order to be sure none pick this role other than myself heh, heh, heh

I want the protagonist role. I think I might have some idea.

Alid

I read u well i think
the guy was a sexual deviant so.... there must and ought to be a character... who probably himself had or saw some one having sex with the so called victim
Be as it may you could introduce a '''sly'' character to mislead all of you
till you can twist his balls or her's that what they call cunt..
Am I being too blunt or upfront!..
I have seen many this victims' victims kind.. trying to find some solace of some kind
in either getting the main victim fucked or killed
OR
mislead others at his will... as he/she enjoyed the victims sexual kill... okay spill
What do you think ?You could again pm me

the protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

Alid

Hi sir!

on my profile now....had to finish creating a study sheet for my test tomorrow in Human Development....

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

detective, if that is still open?
Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

I'm new to this profile thing but I'll get it.

Here's the character profile list update;
The Victim (Wesley) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
The Protagonist (Alid) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
Detective Number One (Barbara)
Detective Number Two (Geezer) Posted
Suspect Number One (Carrie) Posted
Suspect Number Two (Rula)
The Monster (Stan)

Here's the character profile list update;
The Victim (Wesley) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
The Protagonist (Alid) Posted and moved to the character profile page.
Detective Number One (Barbara)
Detective Number Two (Geezer) Posted
Suspect Number One (Carrie) Posted
Suspect Number Two (Rula) Posted
The Monster (Stan)

I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.....................

^^Order of characters;^^
Snow (victim)
Rula (suspect 1)
Barbara Writes (detective 1)
Lonlyhrtsclub13 (suspect 2)
Aidzain (the protagonist)
***Weirdelf***
Scribbler (monster)
Ian.T (an antagonist)
Geezer (detective 2)
Loved
Sheba
*************
The profile types are these:****

1. The Victim: (Snow)

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Rula)

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above.
(Carrie)

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them.
And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

This is where we are any character without a name listed by it is available for choosing.
Will everyone please check to see if their character is where it should be in the format. I may have them wrong.

The profile types are these:

1. The Victim: (Snow)

Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.
Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.
He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.
He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A Squamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Rula)

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above (Carrie)

Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.
He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

The protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them.
And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

Call me Mog
I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.

do we start writing, I am just dying to work on my character more :D

So that we can only click on it
I shall add it after any profile add ed

http://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/study-pink-character-profiles

There are six profiles so far
the victim
the protagonist
suspect no.1
Suspect no.2
Detective no.1
Detective no.2
The monster

I am Milford Lowe

The richest guy around,next to Horrods , with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American.. Settled in UK.. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru.. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown ,where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date ,a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it ,as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

Is fun. Can't wait until everyone finds out who Anabel is.

Are you in your right places. Let me know.

The profile types are these,

It is as Wesley listed them in the beginning of the workshop. I simply copied and pasted what he wrote, then I added the profiles under each character in the order where they fall.

1. The Victim: (Snow)

Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.

Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.

He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.

He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A squeamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Carrie)

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above (Rula)

Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.

He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

The protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them. (Loved)

I am Milford Lowe the richest guy around, next to Horrods, with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American. Settled in UK. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown, where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date, a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it, as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

Call me Mog

I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

John Creel I am, this murder is so good for me.
I am the owner of the Grosvenor Hotel
I speak many languages
I am 50 this year and need some muck on that Roy Mackwill
The stinking little shit.
Caused me a lot of problems with the peelers a while back
Now it is payback time
He does so well
Now with this murder on his front step I love it.
I have a grand house just outside the smoke.
My own landau covered of course, this is how I travel to my Hotel when needed
I own a few other seedy places but that is kept a secret.
The people there I shall use to sling dirt at that urchin lover Mackwill
I think a series of notes to throw the police off the track of the real killer will do to start.
It is wonderful what a few coins will do,
Just you wait I have many things to do yet Ha Ha.
Yours John Creel
PS:- you can see I have dressed for the occasion La La

The profile types are these,

It is as Wesley listed them in the beginning of the workshop. I simply copied and pasted what he wrote, then I added the profiles under each character in the order where they fall.

1. The Victim: (Snow)

Secretary of Indian Affairs Alabaster Fitzroy was fifty eight years old, pole thin and over six feet tall. A man of fastidious character he yet often found himself in the seamier parts of London Town. He was something of a sexual deviant, though no one in the government was aware of this fact. He did his job extraordinarily well and seemingly had no enemies… neither did he have friends. He lived alone with a canary he took very good care of and drank sparingly. He was not wealthy and never carried more than a few pounds with him at a time.

Never a man to be frightened, he was nevertheless a passive individual who could not defend himself in a physical confrontation.

He had no family to speak of and only those people who shared his sexual escapades knew the slightest thing about the man.

He was found (by whom?) on Fleet Street with his head removed which had the distinct effect of bringing his life to an end.

2. Scotland Yard Detective Number One: The detective can be of any sex or nature, but must be consistent with 19th century London as is true of all the characters (Barbara)

Urilla Maure a French female detective of color in her twenties. She has long natural wavy curls. With pecan tone skin she is slender built about 5'2". She is rather quiet but up front with any she encounter. She has a strong personality but at soft heart. She likes to write poetry about nature.. She often take nature walks in London gardens observing nature at its best for her writings. One day as she was observing the rats scavenging for food in the back alley of an Scotland Yard restaurant she heard a scuffle. As she cautiously look to see what had happened she saw a figure ran away from the scene as a body lay lifeless on the ground. A squeamish girl she stands her distance and notify authorities.

3. Scotland Yard Detective Number Two: Same as above. (Geezer)

Guy French, is a detective of twenty-five years and ready to retire. He has always stayed in the background of any case that he has worked on and let the others take all the credit. He is a spare man of slight build and blond going gray hair and blue eyes. Sixty-five years old, he keeps in shape by a martial-arts program of his own devising. Married twice, he is a widower; having been divorced the first time and his second wife recently dying of a tropical disease picked up while they were on vacation in Africa. In his spare time, he reads sci-fiction and paints. He has an old motor-cycle that he is always fussing over and occasionally rides. He has never had children and his line will end with him when he dies.

4. Suspect Number One: Any personality, not necessarily our killer, but someone who looks guilty as hell. (Carrie)

Anabel Sumner came into town bareback on her own horse. She was thirty years old, unmarried and childless. Anabel was tall for a woman (approximately 6ft tall), slender with short, cropped raven hair and oval shaped blue eyes so dark they were nearly black. Everything about her screamed “rebel.” She wore slacks instead of a dress, military style boots instead of sensible shoes and walked in a less than lady-like fashion. From the moment she jumped off the back of her horse, there was an inexplicable, mysterious aura about her. Locals began to speculate. Normally a woman of her age had a husband and children. Anabel moved into a room at an inn and had taken a job as a barmaid at one of the local taverns where she divulged very little to her customers. Once, she did mention her last serious relationship ended when her significant other committed suicide by way of hanging. She had found him upon arriving home from work one evening. When asked how the incident affected her, Anabel shrugged and walked away. It didn’t seem that Anabel was in any hurry to make friends. Anabel was moody and unpredictable. She would laugh one moment and the next would throw a drink in your face. She had once been sent home from the tavern after breaking a pitcher of beer over a patron's head. For this reason, the women didn’t want anything to do with her and the men didn’t seem attracted to her. She did seem to bond with another social outcast within the community, a woman. The two were often seen having drinks after work and leaving each other’s homes. Naturally, once the town gossipers got wind of this, they began to spin wild tales that these two black sheep were secret lovers, disgracing women everywhere. Anabel maintained her mysterious presence until she became friendly with a frequent customer. The events that followed this friendship would cast suspicion and doubt on Anabel’s moral character, prompting an investigation into who she really is and why she came to town in the first place.

5. Suspect Number Two: Same as above (Rula)

Arnold Winter, a well built young man in his early twenties, with dark skin, dark eyes and curly hair. He's a son of a very poor farmer. Arnold was orphaned at the age of ten, so his mother didn't have many options; it was either they live homeless for the rest of their lives or resort to the workhouse where he and his other younger four brothers were segregated from the mother. At the workhouse he was always humiliated and sent along with his peers to work in the ore mines for long hours, six days a week. It was almost slavery conditions under which he grew.

He was not a bad guy of nature, however, the hard conditions that he experienced all through his life, starting with the brutal landlord whose father was working for and ending with the miserable conditions at the workhouse, left in his deep unconscious all the reasons to seek revenge from those whom he thought hold high posts, or are in charge of governmental positions. According to him, those and the aristocratic class controlled even the morsels of the poor.

He often ganged with some of those of his age or sometimes older. More than once he was caught and sent to the jail for months after being accused of robbing or trying to rob the rich and ladies with valuable handbags or even snatching whatever jewelry he could reach.

At the cheap bars he was regularly seen drinking until he's drunk and unaware of what he's saying or doing. One night and while Arnold and the rest were ready to leave, he clashed with a man wearing all in black. His friends told him later that he tried to kill him by smashing him on his teeth and nose with his strong fist more than once only because the man in black asked him to step aside off the bar's door.

At the murder's night, Arnold and his company- starving, were roaming somewhere around the next block to Fleet streets, looking for the right person so that they could have some money to eat after many nights of starvation.

6. Suspect Number Three: Same as above.

7. A Protagonist: This is harder. This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime solved and is willing to do most anything to see it happen. (Alidzain)

The protagonist is Roy Mackwill. He owns a luxurious hotel, catering to the needs of the weathy foreigners who visited the city for business dealings and the crime scene area is just outside its entrance. He feared that his hotel business will be affected so he is offering a reward for anyone who can solve the mystery and stop the evil that has caused the death. He is a fat man with balding hair and he likes to smoke. He likes to be in control, thus the thought of his business failing is very disturbing to him. He is at home on that fateful night, resting after attending the wedding celebration of a friend's daughter. One of his staffs believed she has seen the killer and has become fearful of her life.

8. An Antagonist: This is a character who has a vested interest in seeing the crime NOT solved and is willing to do most anything to hamper the investigation. (Ian. T)

John Creel I am, this murder is so good for me.
I am the owner of the Grosvenor Hotel
I speak many languages
I am 50 this year and need some muck on that Roy Mackwill
The stinking little shit.
Caused me a lot of problems with the peelers a while back
Now it is payback time
He does so well
Now with this murder on his front step I love it.
I have a grand house just outside the smoke.
My own landau covered of course, this is how I travel to my Hotel when needed
I own a few other seedy places but that is kept a secret.
The people there I shall use to sling dirt at that urchin lover Mackwill
I think a series of notes to throw the police off the track of the real killer will do to start.
It is wonderful what a few coins will do,
Just you wait I have many things to do yet Ha Ha.
Yours John Creel

9. Witness Number One: (known) This person saw the crime and the killer saw them.

10. Witness Number Two: (unknown) This person saw the crime, but the killer did not see them. (Loved)

I am Milford Lowe the richest guy around, next to Horrods, with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American. Settled in UK. A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru. I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if its a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who'd be like the bouncer in a bar downtown, where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date, a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it, as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

And lastly

11. The Monster: This is a horror story after all. There is a monster roaming London's streets and it may or may not be our killer. It may or may not be an actual monster. It may or may not be simply a horrible man. (Scribbler)

Call me Mog. I am the last survivor of a race which predates man. For eons I "fed" on the beasts of the field. I feed on emotional energy and the energy level of beasts was always low. Until I came upon a new type animal on the African plains thousands and thousands of years ago.It called itself "man" and it was/is succulent in its rich and varied emotions. So I feed on only it unless one of my "hosts" dies when another man is not near. But since I have learned to control these awkward things that seldom happens. I am only ever seen by those who are either already insane or on the border of sanity . This is because my body consists of little more than ionized gasses. I am the basis of the tales of ghosts and goblins. I have been alone and bereft of the company of my own kind so long that even I know I'm now insane. And upon attatching to a new host it's not long before I drive the host insane also. I do this because it pleases me and also because the emotions of the insane are both powerful and succulent. My latest host was named Jack. It was I who took his gory fantasies and caused him to turn them to reality in the foggy nights in London by disemboweling whores.Alas Jack just died from syphilis. So I leave his diseased body in the gutters and am in search of my next host.

I think we have all the characters except one the known witness. I think Sheba has that one since she's the only who still has to chose and write her character profile . Welcome Sheba. Others that join late can chose what left if necessary.

grows hungry. And there are So many potential hosts to choose from...........

an order been determined in which we will post our segments?

is waiting to see who discovers her secret(s) first....

to all
all the very best

create ur poetic wealth

http://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/study-pink-section-two-0

I got a story to tell

Sir. Any anticipations?

Looks like you are too keen for the mystery to be unveiled lol. I am not sure if that would happen so soon...hahaha..

Regards,

I bet it all depends on how clever are the detectives :)

You are right. It would ultimately depend on the prowess of the detectives, yet the murderer is on the run, no one yet knows who or where..

The neighborhood is silent, no one speaks
panic is rife on Fleet street
detectives are kept on the run
looking for clues is no fun

Fitzroy's corpse lies in the morgue
no one knows for how long
Mog's spirit may be lurking there
to prey on anyone who happens that way

Regards,

You are totally right.
I like what you composed here. It gave me a smile.

Just a recollection
I am Milford Lowe
The richest guy around, next to Harrods, with a bushy moustache, un-mistakenly American... Settled in UK... A cigar like Churchill and a rose like Nehru... I adorn...Love to show off my pot belly, as if it’s a modern mobile ATM. I have a body guard standing by in the crowd, who’d be like the bouncer in a bar downtown, where nudes dance. I was making love to a new date, a beautiful young bubbling belle, when I saw what I did from the corner of my eye. I can't disclose it, as my face was dug deep in her boobs. Well Sir how would such a character do for you.

‘’’Fitzroy's body lay lifeless, red blood ran pink in the rain....’’’!!!

Well you guys hold your horses
As I, Milford Lowe settles my cigar.
you can call me Mlly, twill be okay
Setting my eyes on ma lady's bosom
yeah I saw everything..
Hold on hold on, don't be impatient
Let me enjoy a puff, then I'll tell you everything
Now hear me, secretly and keep it to yourself only.

Fitzroy's body lay lifeless, red blood ran pink in the rain
without a head! Nah!!! Those guys came in a van, threw a body
without a head, and took Fizzy’s body, who ain't was dead as yet.
The one you all are running about is no Fitzy,
I saw everything from behind the Fleet Street trees
You wanna proof? Yah I know your ilk
I got my bouncer chasing, here have a look at these snaps
This one ain’t the guy, the one who was kidnapped twas Fitzroy .Just stop!

I had my heart set on it but had not seen a single post from Ian until he was named as such, Was that done by private message? My antagnonist's motivation is clear- he shares some of the victims proclivities and does not want them exposed.
Otherwise, witness number 2, I would like to suggest perhaps a seedy informant based on "Lonely" from the British TV series "Callan" who earns his nickname from sweating so profusely in fear whilst in the presence of Scotland Yard Detective Number One.

Perhaps you can help to ease off a little of the tension in the story.

Alid

courageous and innovate

When you write poetry, write poetry. When you write critique or suggestions write plain english. Otherwise you are a pretentious wanker.

This if we don't build on each others' posted sections.
I feel like everyone is ready with his/her part even before reading what is posted on the previous section/part. I don't know, but this is how I feel. We need to keep in mind that this is a "collaborative" work.
I don't know if you agree guys... Anyone?

Waiting to see what comes next...I have nothing prepared until Rula writes her piece. I have ideas but don't form anything until after.

Storylines according.

It is loved's turn now, isn't it?

His forte is manipulating other people to do his evil deeds. Those deeds will be revealed as the story unfolds.

"Story Telling in Verse: A Study in Pink"

have to withdraw, please continue without Alex Machette.
I will follow with avid interest though, this is a marvellous concept Wesley.

''''We want our climax!!!!!!.............SWISHHHHHHHHHHHH
to be huge, WOW ..... so we have to work????(HOW?...........................
together.

I did not begin again. I gave a very distinct clue about where to find the head, I picked up where it was left off and inferred that anabel was dead. My clue can lead to climax and the end if someone would just go find that damn head....

With the haze here, I get frequent headaches and my sensitive nose is troubling me. Giving Rula time also means giving myself time to recuperate.

Alid

There is no absolute hurry to end this mighty task, each of has to write our piece as we see the one before us write theirs.
It will be completed as soon as.
Rula has important things to do and the others can prepare by reading the whole previous story, this one may be delayed but the wait will be worth it.
All of you go well and take care, Yours Ian.T

I'm on it been gone just a bit. Imagine a crisp sharp knife drilling in your left chewing molar then up through a nerve on the left side of your face up through that big bone at the bottom of your ear.
I'm here always something. Dentist soon. New meds colestreol high. Meds adding up.
Otherwise I running for the climax here

what a wonderful idea this was. would have loved to have participated but other issues ate up my time perhaps next time round

and this is fucking amazing!
I am intrigued by the process, the plot, the form and all. Which are all exceeding, quite frankly, my highest expectations.
Am following closely.

as reader/recorder at which stage you feel it it ready to do so.
Also to anyone involved, especially those for whom Victorian English might not be easy, I would be glad to record your works and post them privately if you wish.

Oh wow I have a story to write. I' wait till it hits main thread granite before I form the story. . I surely forming the storyline but need to see Rula rewite in comment before I can make a complete idea.

http://www.neopoet.com/comment/110626#comment-110626

it has been posted for all to read. I hope I am on the right track and someone will take this and run towards the climax and end....

After wrestling with my computer's problems, I managed to post my part for the workshop.

Alid

Stars, white clouds takes Urilla's breathe, not so dead.
her fingers twitched, unaware to Annabel, Mog is alive.
Upon Annabel's horse, Urilla's soft black hair sway in the wind.
Red eyed, she rose from unconsciousness, mistook for dead,
Annabel impaled soon thrown from horse into a ravine
flowing red, volcanic, ash. Her trophy of heads in a cellar
at foot of a restless mountain, uncovered.
Game over "off with their heads" has come to an end.

Mog for centuries, knower of all secrets, fully possesses Urilla, unaware.
She rides like the wind into the sunrise toward the mountain side.
There she gathers all the heads upon the horse to match bodies piled up
at the morgue to solve headless cases. Annabel fooled many of her true anonymity.
Detective Guy French, whom did great detective work, uncovered her lies, now dead by her.
Fitzroy ran when he saw Mog in Annabel's eyes as she spoke to Guy French at the tavern
that day. She killed him as he dugged deep into her past.
Alabaster Fitzroy, found dead, missing head not his body, now dead.
The body behind the restaurant, with no head, is Arnold Winter.

Partners in crime, Annabel and Fitzroy took Arnold Winter's body from a morgue.
Put his head in a cellar, place his body on Fleet Street to fake Fitzroy's death
whom she killed before taking me on a death ride.
Macwell wife is gone, who knows where? His hotel has no customers.
Scary tales about Mog has done its damage. John Creel's hotel booming with business.
Mog enters Macwell. Eyes glowing red rage,suddenly snaps plans John Creel's demise.
Officers at precinct questioned Milford Lowe. He's the rich guy who witness the murder.
He thinks it all a conspiracy. Soon after, Urilla appeared with heads in tote, told the story.
Investigation into Annabel's criminal fetish for heads without a body, underway.

Urilla's inner faith, served her well. Macwill's fruiti tutti is rather tasty.
In red, high heel boots wearing a red, silk, knee length dress she jumped on her new
horse and rode off into the sunset toward home dripping blood from her long head.
Meanwhile, a fight is brewing between Macwell and Creel. Creel's temporary prosperity
is overshadowed with doom. Macwell is pissed and Mog sees his rage. Urilla jerks on
her horse, free from Mog makes it home. Taken to hospital by shaken neighbors.
Mog races through time as he senses a new feeding ground of blood and gore

Geezer, Stan, Ian and loved I think in that order is next

So I am done with my part of the work shop? That is a little sad since this was so much fun but I know all good things must come to an end. I appreciate you letting me slide and that is why I mentioned it in my comments under my last section that it was ok with you prior to me writing, that I didn't violate any rules. I tried to keep it simple and not out of control :)

the syllabus

about mine, but I trust I should wait the rest to post. Am I getting it right sir ?

I haven't seen Gee's input to the story as number 24 then Stan's turn followed by myself, Ian.T, and then Loved.
Has Gee dropped out ????
Yours Ian.T

Alid--22
Barbara,-- 23
Geez,--24
Stan--,25
Ian, --26
Loved--27
W. H. Snow to start closing the story if he can lol

and a shot of Tres Cuatro Y Cinco or other preferred top shelf liquor]
You've earned it, you deserve it, your genius is inimicable.
(why is the spell checker telling me inimicable should be inimitable? I'm sure I have read and used this word for years. Inimimicable?)

My Oxford says inimical: having the disposition or temper of an enemy (and much more of course).
I've clearly been abusing a word. Don't look for me until I've done a complete brain refit for penance. [grins]

I've posted my epilogue. Now waiting your feedbacks.

Alid

I am so sorry I've been away for few days. My house is a mess after some painting work. I've been unconnected for some time. I hope I can come tomorrow to read everybody. I shall try to do something with my epilogue.
Hope I haven't disappointed anyone here, ESPECIALLY the Boss. :)

for understanding.
Have just posted my epilogue. It took a while to digest the whole thing and to write something completely new.
It was definitely an honor for me to be a moderator in such a distinguished workshop.
Working as a team was something though not easy, yet of great value and worthy to experiment.
Again thanks all for being so co-operative and patient.

I also want to especially thank Raj for his comments all through the workshop and his invaluable thoughts and comments though he wasn't an active participant.

Thank you for the opportunity to learn more about storytelling in poetry form. Though it being a collaborative work and gave me some headaches at times, it is an eye opener for me on a different type of poetry.

Alid

Please let me know what everyone thinks

http://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/lifethrough-arnold-winters-eyes-e…

Wesley, Rula & Barbara,

Under Wesley's guidance and leadership and with due support and assistance of Rula & Barbara, the WS has come to fruition, which was innovative conceptually, creative and extremely challenging given the difficulty in coordinating with the unfolding myth with which each participant had to interface their portion in a sequential order and keep the story winding, certainly an achievement big time.

All other participants,

In spite of the complexities summarized above, your wholehearted participation is really praise worthy. I/m sure you have set an example of what a team effort can achieve in spite of the fact that each participant is unique in his or her way in terms of individual skills, creativity, power of imagination, etc. and yet could piece together a mysterious story, performing various roleswhile keeping the readers on the edge..

Hearty Congratulations to all!!!!!!..

Thanks this was an undertaking I enjoyed being a part of. Wesley experiment was a joy that taught me a lot about storytelling. I hadn't any knowledge before now.

Epilogue 4
This has been a trying time
many heads without bodies in the city
and horrid rumors of Mog intertwine
Macwell's hotel up in flames
murdered by Creel lacking pity.

Creel's murder trial is underway
in court I’ve testified under oath
evidence and facts on display
in an affidavit I wrote.

Off on an adventurous trip to America
to write a memoir this horror—murder case
had enough of this town and its headless murders
Sure glad mog scare was just a hoax to save face

In the stockyard of London
now back to normal.