Alright, I'm not letting this die. I don't care anymore. 50% chance I'll get it right. Wish me luck.

...

 I walk across the rocky shore, letting the water rise up to my ankles. The cool waves feel surprisingly relaxing after witnessing a murder. C'est la vie, I suppose. Life goes on... for some of us.

I'd better stop being all philosophical and dark, because I guess I am supposed to be solving a mystery here. I sure hope I don't trip over an imaginary axe again. That was embarrassing, and painful.

I finally find a nice, safe looking spot to sit down and think for a bit. My mind keeps drifting to things I'd rather not think about... So, it's even more of a surprise when I see a large orange object drifting out at sea. Its strange shape peaks my interest, so I begin to trudge through the murky depths in the hopes of finding out what this thing is.

I finally get close enough to lay a hand on it and drag it back to shore. It appears to be a large beige bag, filled with something very heavy. By the time I get back to the beach, I'm almost completely out of breath.

I open up the sack and look inside. It appears to contain a bunch of metal, fused into strange shapes. There's something odd about this metal, though. Perhaps it's the weird texture, or the simple fact that someone left a bag of metal ingots out at sea.

Or perhaps it's their strange copper-orange color, which reminds me of something. Someone, to be exact.

Orange. Joan B. Sack of Metal.

Whoopee!

...

I run down the beach, trying desperately to reach the others and tell them what I found. Tell them that orange is a killer.

After about ten minutes of nonstop running, I've still found no one. Crud. Where could they all be? I decide to lean against a tree to take a rest, because my lungs feel as if they're about to collapse. As I sit under the palm tree's gently swaying branches, I hear something falling from above. I look up and see a large metal container, quickly falling towards me.

I curse and attempt to stand up, but that just shortened the distance. The cauldron hits me smack on the top of my head and I fall down, in terrible pain. My vision starts to fade...

I don't remember how long I laid there, because, you know, I was unconscious and all. But I do remember waking up with a start, thinking "What happened to me?" Then I look around and see the bright orange cauldron. Everything comes flooding back...

Orange. Joan B. Cauldron. 

Let's get this party started!! *Evil laughter*

~Orange~ 

Dinner time on the beach. We all ate quietly keeping a distance from each other as we stare at one another wondering who is the supposed murderer. I smile to myself. Fools! Do you actually think you could detect me? "Where's Red/H.A.B?" Green/Curio asks me. "I haven't seen him/her in awhile."

"I have no idea, the last one to see Red was Purple/Danie." Everyone's eyes turn to Purple as she blushed. <!--break-->

"All I know is that Red went for a quick walk on the beach, that's all!" she protested. I smile quietly to myself. Little did they know, I placed a trap on the beach for my next victim to come across. Hopefully Red had stumbled upon it. 

"I hope he/she doesn't get hurt..." Yellow/Otr comments. There was a sudden awkward silence that is broken when Red walked in with a huge lump on his/her forehead.

"What happened?" Asked Blue/Shadowdancer

"I wasn't looking where I was going and got bumped in the head.. it's just a scratch though. I'll be fine." Red answered after glancing accusingly at me.

Red knows too much. I must get rid of him/her... tonight. 

Later that evening while everyone is asleep I go to do my evil action. Grabbing a weapon nearby, I edge closer and closer to Red. Just a little further.... 

Suddenly, Green wakes up. "Orange, what are you doing?" Dang it! Slight change of plans.... Turning around to meet her, I bring my weapon down hard on her head. *Thwack* As Green screamed in pain, the others woke up. I ran away not even stopping to look back. I do so hate the sight of blood. You're next Red.  

Blue.  

I stand at the death scene where blood used to be. Green has been removed due to the unsavory appearance of a dead body. This incident has shaken me, how many times do you find dead bodies laying bloodily in the sand? I can't help but glance back, odd. It seems to appear that Orange is standing close to where the dead body laid looking a bit- well a bit not sorry. The sun beams down on my face as I walk around the beach away from orange and painful memories for someone. Only it turns out not away from any reminders that I may get murdered any second. In fact I see a glinting shortsword dripping in orange liquid with an orange hilt. *sigh*

There'll only be one weapon left after I post this... I think.

...

Green / Curio's dead. Uh oh. Since Orange / Joan has mysteriously vanished right after the crime was commited, I think it's pretty clear to everyone that she's the killer.

So here we are, huddled on a beach, casting suspicious glances at each other at like 4:30 in the morning. We buried Green's body, but we didn't have much time for a funeral.

I wouldn't dare go out to the beach alone. Not if Orange is still out there. So, I sit by the shore, a few feet away from the others, watching the tide roll in. About an hour later, the sun is slowly rising above the surf and it's really quite beautiful. I can hear the others making hushed conversation further up on the beach, but I'm not listening.

Right now, it's so peaceful, I can hardly believe someone's trying to kill us all.

...

7:30 AM. I'm still sitting here, and I'm starting to get hungry. I don't know where everyone else went, but at the moment no one is in sight. Perhaps they're just hidden by the trees.

Speaking of trees, the tide sure is pulling in some weird driftwood. Is it just the angle of the sun, or is that one orange-colored? And what's that little red speck on it? Blood, perhaps? No, no, it couldn't be.

...Could it?

Orange. Joan B. Log. 

~Orange~

After I ran away, I had to go looking for my own food. Mainly tropical fruit and monkey meat, but at least it was food. After awhile, I started thinking about going back. The others will be looking for me... I better start to find before they find me. <!--break-->

The next thing I did was wait till sundown. When I got to our campsite, everyone was asleep except for one, Red/H.A.B was still awake. I had to do something to get him/her away from the others before he/she woke up everyone else. Thinking quickly, I started to look for a stick I could use. *Snap* There was one right underneath my feet. Red jumped up quickly. "Who's there? Show yourself!" he/she snapped. Blue/Shadowdancer stirred. 

"Red, what's going on?" he/she murmered sleepily.

"I heard something, over there." Red nervously pointed to where I was standing, although he/she couldn't see me.

"Maybe we should check it out," Blue suggested.

"Ok!" Red said cheerfully. "You go first!"

"No, you do."

"We'll go together." Red replied.

"I'll lead..." Blue shyly volunteered.

"Good idea. I'll be right behind you."

No... I thought. I'll be right behind YOU.

As Blue crept closer, I stepped out from behind my hiding place. "Going somewhere?" I asked. Screaming, Blue called for Red, but it was too late.

"Blue?" Red asked looking around for him/her. "Where are you? Don't think you can scare me..." Red laughed nervously.

Walking out of the shadows, I answered Red. "You're comrade isn't here, but I AM." Red gasped and tried to run for cover but I was quicker. Stepping in the pool of blood that began to gather around my feet, I laughed evily. Red and blue were gone. I would not run away again like the fool I was last time.

"Who would be my next victim?" I asked myself. The answer was clear as I stood in the pool of blood. Red+Blue=Purple. Purple would be next.  

Dangit! Seriously, though, there's only one left. OTR, Curio, and Danie, you're our last hope!