Sin's Kill, Sin's Price.

Chapter 1

Seven people meet at the doors of a large, very large, mansion.

A tall man with a ponytail holding his long hair together looked over at the females. This male appeared to be London.

Next to him, a unpleasant-looking guy stood. This should be Everett.

Next to London, a girl with bags under her eyes, and short hair with a ribbon in it stood. This one looked like Viviette.

Next to her was a woman in a kimono with long black hair. This woman could only fit the description of Lucana.

Next to her, stood a heavier girl, a big smile on her face, holding a baguette. This must be Elise.

Two men were beside her. One in fancy clothing, hair all combed back, a few stray strands here and there, wearing glasses. The other had messy-but-good-looking typed hair, and wore a more casual kind of outfit- like something you'd see at a bar. The one with glasses has to be Gilbert, and the other, Percival.

"I thought I'd be coming alone.." Everett said.
"Hey, Ev, it's not too bad."  Percival called over to Everett. The two must have been friends prior to the event, if he is calling Everett 'Ev.'

"SIX. Other. People. That I have to live with.." Everett said, sounding pissed off.

"Yeah I guess that's kinda too bad for you." He grinned.

They all entered the mansion, choosing rooms and putting their things away.

They headed down to the common room, everyone sat and began to socalize, besides Everett and Lucana, because they hate humanity.
London was talking to the girls, being very smooth with words, as he is.
"How about you ladies and I get some drinks?" He said.
Lucana didn't even make eye contact.
Elise smiled brightly. "You're sweet!"
"And you're beautiful." He said, putting a finger below her chin.
Viviette had fallen asleep on his shoulder.
Percival walked over to Everett. "Just look at that guy. With the smooth talking and the ladies all love him. I hate him already."
"Stop complaining because you can't talk to women." Everett told Percival.
"I should be able to! I have the best looks, style, hair, I'm tremendously sexy.. They should be all over me!" He complained.
Gilbert approached him. "Maybe if you had money they'd be attracted to you." He said, grinning.
London wrapped his arms around Viviette and Elise. "No, it is not money, but style."
"I have more style than anyone here!" Percival yelled.
"Not that kind of style, the kind of style within speech.. It's how you talk."
"SHUT UP." Everett yelled. "You're all idiots!" He left the room flaming in anger, Percival following him.
Meanwhile, a sleeping Viviette cuddled up to London. "You're so warm..." She muttered in her sleep. He kissed her forehead. "And you're so cute" he told her. London seemed happy being surrounded by the ladies. He picked a rose from a flower vase and gave it to Lucana. "Here you go, princess." He told her. She took it. "Thank you.." She said quietly to him, and he blew her a kiss.
Lariat, the butler/detective, was in the kitchen, noting their actions.

'London- A huge flirt, doesn't seem to be one to kill.

Lucana- very suspicious, doesn't speak much at all and gives off glares.

Percival- Already has made an enemy in less than a day. Chance of being our culprit.

Everett: VERY ANGRY. High chance of being culprit.

Gilbert: Not enough information.

Elise: N.E.I.

Viviette: N.E.I.'

Lariat put his notepad in his pocket and began preparing dinner.

Viviette woke up and had a dumbfounded look on her face. "Huh?" She said.
"Don't worry, gorgeous. You're okay." London told her, gently setting a hand on her head.
Viviette looked at him cluelessly. "Who.. Are you?" She asked.
"London Bryer. I'm just a nice guy. You can call me Lon if you want." He smiled.
Elise had gotten up and went to talk to Lariat. "Hello mister." She said. "Thank you for helping us." She had a warm smile on her face. "I'm Elise."
Lariat smiled at her. "Lariat. Nice to meet you."
She gave a nice laugh and pointed to the bread on the counter behind Lariat. "Can I... Have that?"
"The whole thing?" He asked her.
She nodded.
He gave it to her and she started eating it.
He noted down,

'Elise: Kind, seems to love talking and food.'

The day soon passed, going smoothly. Everyone went to bed, London having to carry a sleeping Viviette upstairs. Not knowing what room she slept in, or atleast that's what he told people, and set her in his bed. He also layed in his own bed and everyone went to sleep.