XMEN THE MAFIA - Day 3: Voting

i'm sticking to my guns and will shout out TINCT as i mourn the lose of Redd!

Tinct for no other reason then the OOC thread *has not been able to read ita ll through! Sowwy!

I'm going to vote for Tinct.

Elviaz has convinced me that Jon is the SK.

going to have to assume Tinct is guilty as charged, unless I see otherwise before we lynch. :-o

JON THE BASTARD SERIAL KILLER

I vote for Jon as well, as I am convinced by Elvaiz's arguments.

My vote is to get rid of the pesky SK, Jon.

Voting for po po Jon to smoke his last bowl and pass the bong!

I have been convinced by Elvaiz. I am going to vote for Jon

Kk, voting locked... I hafta call my dad before I can do the lynch though. I'll be back asap to post it.

Kk, I just got off the phone... sorry guys im gonna try and get this one out quickly (quality not withstanding lol)

sry for missing the vote guys. Drade was on the pc until after midnight =xx my apologies.

Again, sorry this is so late.



Jon rested his back against one of the abandoned stations many pillars, and rolled a joint. A lot had happened in the past couple of days, and his nerves were long due for a good numbing. He produced a silver lighter with a faded green pot leaf on it. It had all but rubbed off now, but it was a good luck charm, and he doubted he would replace it. He flipped the top, lit up, and inhaled deeply.

“That stuff is bad for you, you know,” Quinn said, sliding up beside him. It was unnerving how little noise she made, he thought, taking a deep drag before offering the joint to Quinn. It smoldered in the shadows of the station. She looked at it him and giggled. “I’m not old enough to smoke silly!”

He shrugged and took another drag before flicking the rest off of the station platform, and onto the tracks below.

“What do you want creepy little girl.”

“Oh nothing,” she said casually. “Just that the rest of them over there were thinking.”

“Thinking huh?” he scoffed. “Hope they didn’t hurt themselves.”

“Yeah. They were thinking that we seem to be on a sinking ship here. Us mutants, I mean.” She let her back slide down the pillar until she was sitting with her knees hugged to her chest. “They were also thinking that you are the one punching holes in the hull.”

“Is that what they think,” he said, unable to hold in the laughter that was trying to escape. “So what now, you’re here to kill me little girl? Is that it?”

“Nope,” she said matter of factly. Jon let out a muffled yelp as a clawed hand swung around and grabbed him by the face, pulling him from his feet and forcing him down against the filth covered station floor. He struggled under an unassailable hold, and then screamed as Sabertooth gripped his arm by the wrist and tore it from the socket as though he were made of wax paper.

“I wouldn't scream if I were you,” Quinn said. “It’ll only encourage him.”

Jon did scream though, and his cries filled the empty station, finally ending in a wet gargle as Sabertooth split his head against the pavement like a ripe melon. Quinn allowed a malicious smile to slither across her face as Sabertooth shook bits of brain and skull from his hands before the two of them returned to the group.