Glee | AWK: 2. Murder Among Assassins | New Directions (2 of 6)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th cycle. Now cycle 26!
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"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 2. MURDER AMONG ASSASSINS"
New Directions
Characters:
Kurt as Command
Artie as Watcher
Finn as the Chameleon
Mike as Artillery
Matt as Combat
Puck as Slinger
Mercedes as Fury
Tina as the Geisha
Brittany as the Angel of Death
Rachel as Blind Eye
Santana as the Heiress
Quinn as Matron Murder
After discussing it with Mr. Schuester, Kurt had been thrilled to hear that he would have the Glee room at his disposal. He vaguely heard him say something about detention watch, but he didn’t pay mind to it, instead needing to plan the changes and the transport this would mean. It was easier from home, with the dinner, but he was nothing if not full of contingency plans. He arrived a little earlier on that Saturday afternoon, his father helping him unload everything from the car. Mercedes and Finn came along to help with the set-up. They also made sure the bathrooms were opened, for whatever costume changes might need to happen. They had Mr. Schuester’s office available as well, and they would certainly stock some things there, but there were windows, so changing would occur elsewhere. The halls were neutral ground, but when they passed that door…
Kurt’s ‘Command’ costume consisted of being dressed all in black, turtleneck, jacket and everything, and his hair slicked back. As ‘Fury’, Mercedes had chosen to go in brown and red tones, all with a heart pendant around her neck, for the bond of family she avenged. As for Finn, he took his role as ‘The Chameleon’ to equate something between a soldier and a ninja, if his attire was any indication. The next to arrive was Artie and, somehow his role as ‘Watcher’, the former chairman, came out just about the same as the current chairman did: they were dressed just about identically. There was an awkward beat.
“Thanks for doing it here,” Artie finally told Kurt.
“Sure,” he slowly nodded, and they moved on.
Tina arrived next, with Mike and Matt right behind her. Mike had somehow outfitted his clothes with various little things which would be the explosives of his character, ‘Artillery’, while Matt, as ‘Combat’, looked like there had never been someone as badass as he was. Tina, for her part, looked every bit as refined as they came for her role as ‘The Geisha.’ She had not gone to extremes with it, but it was very clear who she was supposed to be. She was radiating so much presence that the boys looked like her bodyguards, even before they officially became their roles, when they stepped into the room… and they all took notice, to the point of almost breaking character.
The next to arrive was Puck, whose ‘Slinger’ came off like a modern day cowboy, complete with prop guns holstered in four locations, some hidden and others not. He took his hat off when he walked into the room, a proper gentleman, before taking to a spot to sit, gun twirling around his finger… he’d practiced all week.
All the boys had arrived now, and all they were missing were four girls. Two of them came next, with Santana and Brittany arriving together. As ‘The Heiress,’ Santana had made sure to look like money. She’d gone and bought a new dress, new shoes, jewelry… no ponytails for her on that night, or Brittany for that matter. As ‘The Angel of Death’, she looked as immaculate as her character would entail. Dressed all in white from head to toe, with the flowing blonde hair and all, the image was very clear as to who she was supposed to be.
Then came Rachel, perhaps thinking she was the last one to make it. She had her hair in a simple braid, falling on her right shoulder, and round tinted glasses, while in her hand she had the folding cane, down to the wrist strap. She extended it only when she reached the door, the crack of it announcing her. She navigated herself, showing how ‘Blind Eye’ may have not been able to see, but had the instincts that made her such an efficient assassin.
The last arrival was Quinn, as ‘Matron Murder’. She had thought long and hard about how to portray her, and finally she had gotten it. She was dressed very properly, demure, but parts of it betrayed the madness of her mind. The ‘centerpiece’ was her hair, which she’d made into a tight bun at the back of her head, above her neck, before forcing out tendrils of the hair by pulling and resetting the crossed chopsticks she had inserted in them, as though they had pulled many times in the efforts of her torture. In several places in fact, on her clothes, one could see items readily available for use. On posture, she kept her shoulders round and her eyes emotionless, bordering on crazy, while her left foot almost dragged behind her. She entered the room, and things became quiet. She turned her head left, right, raised her chin, and then slithered along. They were all there now…
“Attention, everyone, I’d like to welcome you all to this year’s dinner, I know some of you have travelled far to be here, and we appreciate the gesture,” began Command, addressing the gathered group. “I also know how some of you get when you are kept waiting, so I’ll keep the formalities brief and say dinner is served,” he indicated the table, so everyone moved to take their seat.
There was an instant, as they all got to sit down, and look at the others around them, dressed as they were, that they had to stop, and… Tina was the first to get up, then Mercedes, and then one by one the others as well, all of them barreling into the ‘neutral’ hall before bursting out laughing. It took them a while before they managed to stop the laughter, stop the tears at their eyes, get their faces to be not so red, and finally work to reestablish their ‘character faces’ to return to the table. Even as they did, then and throughout the evening, there would be times when they could see someone trying very hard to bite back another burst.
But finally dinner was served, and everyone ate, and talked, as their characters, of course. Matron Murder didn’t speak, of course, though she kept an eye on the probies, Fury, Combat, and - later - Bullet, who was under Slinger’s tutelage. It was her job to oversee them, make sure they were all on the up-and-up and they weren’t going to double cross them or bring shame to the association. She did keep her eye on someone else, though most people would never be able to tell, considering she tended to keep her eye on everyone. No one knew of her affection for the Chameleon, except for him. Then there were the Geisha and the Heiress who, with some aspects of their particular styles of operation overlapping, were both friends and playful rivals. Artillery sat at Command’s right hand, as his assistant, ready to jump in if his boss was in danger. At the other end of the table, there was certainly one who could be trying to do that. Watcher had never liked the idea of Command taking over his position after his accident. And then there was the Angel of Death and Blind Eye, also sitting across from one another. Their rivalry was simply a fact to the others, none of them knowing where it had come from. As far as dinner went, it came off like siblings at a table, with Angel of Death ‘accidentally’ nudging items out of Blind Eye’s reach. The more her one hand would reach and find nothing, the more the other would rest near the knife by her plate.
As dinner progressed, Command kept his eye as discreetly as possible on the Chameleon, for no other reason than to wonder when he would finally keel over, and it eventually became evident he wasn’t willing to shuffle off until he’d finished his dessert, and he didn’t know whether to be annoyed or proud of his cooking skills. But then, finally he reached to his forehead, and Command was sure if he looked to Blind Eye she would be very minimally reenacting every bit of what was about to happen, like the good coach she’d been. The Chameleon reached to his forehead, let out little sounds of distress before grabbing at his chest, looking confused, and then tumbling down to the ground, chair and all. Those on either side of him scrambled out of the way, though no one screamed; it wasn’t like they had never seen death in their lives.
“Someone attend to him,” Command commanded. Slinger knelt down and felt for a pulse.
“He’s gone, Sir,” he announced. “Dead,” he bowed his head. He looked back up, looked to the others, and already there were eyes going left and right, scrutinizing… Someone here had done this, but who?
“No one touch anything,” Matron Murder stood, and now all eyes turned to her. For all her composure, she looked on the verge of losing her cool, and now they had something to be scared about it. “I’m going to find out who did this, and when I do,” there was the most frightening hint of a smile at her lips. “We’re going to have ourselves a talk…”
TO BE CONTINUED (TUESDAY)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526] [527] [528]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 2. Murder Among Assassins"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer...
Spoilers: Season 1, I guess
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 2. MURDER AMONG ASSASSINS"
New Directions
Characters:
Kurt as Command
Artie as Watcher
Finn as the Chameleon
Mike as Artillery
Matt as Combat
Puck as Slinger
Mercedes as Fury
Tina as the Geisha
Brittany as the Angel of Death
Rachel as Blind Eye
Santana as the Heiress
Quinn as Matron Murder
After discussing it with Mr. Schuester, Kurt had been thrilled to hear that he would have the Glee room at his disposal. He vaguely heard him say something about detention watch, but he didn’t pay mind to it, instead needing to plan the changes and the transport this would mean. It was easier from home, with the dinner, but he was nothing if not full of contingency plans. He arrived a little earlier on that Saturday afternoon, his father helping him unload everything from the car. Mercedes and Finn came along to help with the set-up. They also made sure the bathrooms were opened, for whatever costume changes might need to happen. They had Mr. Schuester’s office available as well, and they would certainly stock some things there, but there were windows, so changing would occur elsewhere. The halls were neutral ground, but when they passed that door…
Kurt’s ‘Command’ costume consisted of being dressed all in black, turtleneck, jacket and everything, and his hair slicked back. As ‘Fury’, Mercedes had chosen to go in brown and red tones, all with a heart pendant around her neck, for the bond of family she avenged. As for Finn, he took his role as ‘The Chameleon’ to equate something between a soldier and a ninja, if his attire was any indication. The next to arrive was Artie and, somehow his role as ‘Watcher’, the former chairman, came out just about the same as the current chairman did: they were dressed just about identically. There was an awkward beat.
“Thanks for doing it here,” Artie finally told Kurt.
“Sure,” he slowly nodded, and they moved on.
Tina arrived next, with Mike and Matt right behind her. Mike had somehow outfitted his clothes with various little things which would be the explosives of his character, ‘Artillery’, while Matt, as ‘Combat’, looked like there had never been someone as badass as he was. Tina, for her part, looked every bit as refined as they came for her role as ‘The Geisha.’ She had not gone to extremes with it, but it was very clear who she was supposed to be. She was radiating so much presence that the boys looked like her bodyguards, even before they officially became their roles, when they stepped into the room… and they all took notice, to the point of almost breaking character.
The next to arrive was Puck, whose ‘Slinger’ came off like a modern day cowboy, complete with prop guns holstered in four locations, some hidden and others not. He took his hat off when he walked into the room, a proper gentleman, before taking to a spot to sit, gun twirling around his finger… he’d practiced all week.
All the boys had arrived now, and all they were missing were four girls. Two of them came next, with Santana and Brittany arriving together. As ‘The Heiress,’ Santana had made sure to look like money. She’d gone and bought a new dress, new shoes, jewelry… no ponytails for her on that night, or Brittany for that matter. As ‘The Angel of Death’, she looked as immaculate as her character would entail. Dressed all in white from head to toe, with the flowing blonde hair and all, the image was very clear as to who she was supposed to be.
Then came Rachel, perhaps thinking she was the last one to make it. She had her hair in a simple braid, falling on her right shoulder, and round tinted glasses, while in her hand she had the folding cane, down to the wrist strap. She extended it only when she reached the door, the crack of it announcing her. She navigated herself, showing how ‘Blind Eye’ may have not been able to see, but had the instincts that made her such an efficient assassin.
The last arrival was Quinn, as ‘Matron Murder’. She had thought long and hard about how to portray her, and finally she had gotten it. She was dressed very properly, demure, but parts of it betrayed the madness of her mind. The ‘centerpiece’ was her hair, which she’d made into a tight bun at the back of her head, above her neck, before forcing out tendrils of the hair by pulling and resetting the crossed chopsticks she had inserted in them, as though they had pulled many times in the efforts of her torture. In several places in fact, on her clothes, one could see items readily available for use. On posture, she kept her shoulders round and her eyes emotionless, bordering on crazy, while her left foot almost dragged behind her. She entered the room, and things became quiet. She turned her head left, right, raised her chin, and then slithered along. They were all there now…
“Attention, everyone, I’d like to welcome you all to this year’s dinner, I know some of you have travelled far to be here, and we appreciate the gesture,” began Command, addressing the gathered group. “I also know how some of you get when you are kept waiting, so I’ll keep the formalities brief and say dinner is served,” he indicated the table, so everyone moved to take their seat.
There was an instant, as they all got to sit down, and look at the others around them, dressed as they were, that they had to stop, and… Tina was the first to get up, then Mercedes, and then one by one the others as well, all of them barreling into the ‘neutral’ hall before bursting out laughing. It took them a while before they managed to stop the laughter, stop the tears at their eyes, get their faces to be not so red, and finally work to reestablish their ‘character faces’ to return to the table. Even as they did, then and throughout the evening, there would be times when they could see someone trying very hard to bite back another burst.
But finally dinner was served, and everyone ate, and talked, as their characters, of course. Matron Murder didn’t speak, of course, though she kept an eye on the probies, Fury, Combat, and - later - Bullet, who was under Slinger’s tutelage. It was her job to oversee them, make sure they were all on the up-and-up and they weren’t going to double cross them or bring shame to the association. She did keep her eye on someone else, though most people would never be able to tell, considering she tended to keep her eye on everyone. No one knew of her affection for the Chameleon, except for him. Then there were the Geisha and the Heiress who, with some aspects of their particular styles of operation overlapping, were both friends and playful rivals. Artillery sat at Command’s right hand, as his assistant, ready to jump in if his boss was in danger. At the other end of the table, there was certainly one who could be trying to do that. Watcher had never liked the idea of Command taking over his position after his accident. And then there was the Angel of Death and Blind Eye, also sitting across from one another. Their rivalry was simply a fact to the others, none of them knowing where it had come from. As far as dinner went, it came off like siblings at a table, with Angel of Death ‘accidentally’ nudging items out of Blind Eye’s reach. The more her one hand would reach and find nothing, the more the other would rest near the knife by her plate.
As dinner progressed, Command kept his eye as discreetly as possible on the Chameleon, for no other reason than to wonder when he would finally keel over, and it eventually became evident he wasn’t willing to shuffle off until he’d finished his dessert, and he didn’t know whether to be annoyed or proud of his cooking skills. But then, finally he reached to his forehead, and Command was sure if he looked to Blind Eye she would be very minimally reenacting every bit of what was about to happen, like the good coach she’d been. The Chameleon reached to his forehead, let out little sounds of distress before grabbing at his chest, looking confused, and then tumbling down to the ground, chair and all. Those on either side of him scrambled out of the way, though no one screamed; it wasn’t like they had never seen death in their lives.
“Someone attend to him,” Command commanded. Slinger knelt down and felt for a pulse.
“He’s gone, Sir,” he announced. “Dead,” he bowed his head. He looked back up, looked to the others, and already there were eyes going left and right, scrutinizing… Someone here had done this, but who?
“No one touch anything,” Matron Murder stood, and now all eyes turned to her. For all her composure, she looked on the verge of losing her cool, and now they had something to be scared about it. “I’m going to find out who did this, and when I do,” there was the most frightening hint of a smile at her lips. “We’re going to have ourselves a talk…”
TO BE CONTINUED (TUESDAY)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526] [527] [528]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 2. Murder Among Assassins"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer...
Spoilers: Season 1, I guess