Discussion in 'Big Brother House' started by Melody_Entropy, Jul 20, 2002.
I mean, are there any questions I can answer for you?
//raises his eyebrows
//stands up, dusts off his knees
Well. Let's see.
Where were you when epic got killed? What do you remember?
//looks where he left his bag
Well, I had just arrived at the mansion that day, and I kind of felt stand-offish towards everyone. The men were civil, but the girls shot me daggers with their eyes. It was like being in High School again... I had enough of the teenage politics, so I immediately went to my room and did some sketches in my book until I fell asleep.
I don't remember anything out of the ordinary... I suppose that's why I was so shocked when we discovered him the next morning.
Yes. I'll take a note of that. In fact, I'll write it down right now.
//writes "melody did not like the other girls"
There. I think we're slowly progressing. It's not bright yet, but it's getting there.
I really appreciate what you're doing Noel... I can only imagine how stressful this must be, seeing as we're all acquaintances. Please, if there anything more I can do to help, ask me... I want this to be solved. I want to feel safe again.
Yes. Don't worry. No harm will come upon you.
//touches her shoulder
Good day, Melody. If I need you, I'll let you know.
//picks up his bag and leaves
I appreciate you looking out for me, Noel.
*sits quietly and pics up her journal to begin sketching again*
*sits back and looks at her creation*
I'm going to call it "Noel in Thought".
I'm tired, I think I'd better go to bed...
Diary entry from epic's house: Day 6
I missed yesterday's diary entry because of my conversation with Noel.
Today was completely bland. I sat under a tree in epic's yard and tried to write a poem, but my muse has apparently been frightened away. I'm thinking of maybe going for a swim in a while... anything to break this tedium.
Well, that was a long and satisfying romp in the pool. I'm exhausted...
* falls into bed and starts to snore*
The next day...
//sneaks inside her room
//reads Melody's diary entries
That's bizzare, I could swear that I left my journal on my pillow. I must be losing my mind because of the tedium... I hope Noel is making headway with the case, because I can't stay in this cursed house much longer. Sometimes, I swear I can still feel epic around me... it's unsettling.
I'm going to sketch us all during better times, when we were happy:
I'd better go to bed soon.
I can't even remember how long I've been here... I stopped putting the date on the top of my diary entries for a few days now.
But, this may be my final entry... after the last few days, searching around the house, listening to conversations, weighing the evidence that we have, I am certain who the killer is.
And I am going to to a portrait of that individual in my diary, for all to see:
I just heard something down the hall, and it's not the usual argument. This is more serious... I knew that this moment would come. People just can't live under this kind of pressure for very long without bursting.
I suppose this event was inevitable, and I have to be there to witness it...
*leaves her room*