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AND I COULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT TOO, IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU MEDDLING KIDS.” — The Villians of What’s New, Scooby Doo?

MYSTERY INCORPORATED
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Date: October 16th, 1969
{Television Clip #1}
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Police believe a teenage girl who was last seen more than a month ago may have been waiting for an ride from her boyfriend.

Daphne Blake, from Coolsville, Ohio, had been reported missing from her townhouse mansion by her family.

The sixteen-year-old was last seen in the city’s Fifth Street on September 13th.


Coolsville Police Department said it is understood she does have access to a vehicle and would not hitchhike.

She has only recently been reported missing after concerns were raised by her family and closest friends.

Ms. Blake is described to be five foot seven, of small build with red/ginger hair, which is considerably long and full of waves.

She has violet toned eyes, an American accent and when last seen was wearing a purple knit dress with a matching headband and shoes, a lime green scarf, and pink stockings.

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Date: September 17th, 1989
{Television Clip #2
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The family of a young woman who disappeared on Fifth Street in Coolsville, Ohio twenty years ago has made a fresh appeal for information.

Daphne Blake, who was sixteen at the time, was pictured on CCTV leaving the Go Mart shortly after nine o’clock in the thirteenth of September, 1969.

Police have now also released footage of her with friends.

Her father, George R. Blake, described the twentieth anniversary of her disappearance to be “exceptionally hard”.


On the night she was last seen, she had attended her own party, before traveling to the Go Mart with her boyfriend, Frederick Jones, and friends in a large van.

Reissued CCTV footage shows Daphne standing outside the convenience store for a brief period before walking toward the parking lot.

Despite extensive searches and public appeals by Daphne’s family and police, she has not been seen or heard from since.

When last seen, she was observed leaving the passenger side of a large, green and blue van, to purchase a bag of dog treats, by the label of Doggy Snacks.

Police have now issued earlier footage of Daphne from 1969, in an effort to reach anyone who may recognize her.

On Wednesday, family and friends gathered in Coolsville to release purple balloons to mark the twentieth year anniversary.

Mr. Blake has said, “Dealing with the previous anniversaries was difficult enough, but this one seems exceptionally hard. It just feels like she walked out the door yesterday, it’s so vivid. People will think it’s been a long time, which it has been, but to my family it’s like it only happened yesterday. When you go to bed at night and when you wake in up the morning, all you do is think about Daphne. There’s no escape. You just want to know what’s happened to him her, where she is, and does anyone know anything about her? If they do, please come forward and end this nightmare for our family. To live a life like that, and not know what’s happened to your child, is horrendous.”

Rather, Detective Inspector Kevin Holt, of Coolsville Police Department, has announced, “We’ve issued video footage of Daphne taken in 1969 in hope that this helps to jog the memory of anyone who may have seen her after she left the Go Mart. We continue to ask for the public’s help and I would urge local residents to think back to early September 1969.”

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Date: November 1st, 2018
{Television Clip #3}
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The remains of what is confirmed to be the Daphne Blake was discovered Friday morning, after she was originally reported as a missing person nearly fifty years before.

The corpse of the adolescent was found by searchers, who were looking for another missing person, her body submerged under fifteen feet of water in Coolsville Lake.

The case began on September 14th, 1969, when the CPD put out a bulletin regarding Daphne’s missing status. She was last seen at nine o’clock near the local Go Mart on Interstate Fifty, where detectives believe she was looking for a ride home with friends.

Lieutenant Josefin Gonzaga, with the Coolsville Police and Fire Department, says she happened to be presumed dead before she was assumably thrown into the lake.

The CPD have considered this case to now be a homicide investigation, because they are the originating agency on the initial case of a missing person.

Coolsville Police Department, in a statement, said that they believe foul play to have been a factor in this case.

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A tale of six, quite uniquely, slightly absurd teenagers similar to a group that once was named “The Mystery Gang”. These teens happen to meet during an coincidental detention, when a fight breaks out and they are caught in the middle of it. For what they will soon of the learn about the murder of Daphne Blake will bring them together, leading the group to reluctantly join up, to solve the murder of what was another teen sleuth. But there is a dark figure that may stop them. They must avoid such monstrous things during their investigation. What is their name, you may ask? Who are these meddling kids who stop all bad guys from “getting away with it”?

MYSTERY INCORPORATED.



{looking for one girl and two boy ocs}


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STEREOTYPES

THE GENIUS (i.e Velma Dinkley) — Tabitha Ann Martins final girl. final girl.

THE HOT ONE (i.e Like... Daphne Blake) — OPEN

THE LEADER (i.e Frederick “Fred” Jones) — OPEN

THE FOODIE AND THEIR DOG (i.e Norville “Shaggy”
Rogers) — OPEN


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RULES AND REGISTRY

— Be semi-advanced (produce at the LEAST five complete sentences per post).

— Your character must be in the age ranges of sixteen to eighteen.

— Do not apply and then disappear for the entire roleplay.

— Please do follow the rules of RpNation.

— Be Respectful.

— I do allow relationships between Mystery Incorporated.

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— GENDER TEXT HERE
— ACCEPTED PRONOUNS TEXT HERE
— SEXUALITY TEXT HERE

— AGE TEXT HERE
— BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC SIGN TEXT HERE

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— PHYSICAL HEALTH TEXT HERE

PERSONALITY

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HISTORY (BACKSTORY) TEXT HERE

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TABITHA



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On the brisk night of November the first, a teenage girl by the name of Tabitha Ann Martins could be found in the kitchenry of her suburban Coolsville home, preparing dinner for herself and her younger brother, Toby. She had finished her homework from classes months before, as to rid of it completely from her agenda and to produce more free time. Her parents were occupied that night, working with the Coolsville Police Department on a case relating to arson and burglary. She had not seen them at all during the day, due to this. It had been a rather clamoring and exhausting Thursday for Tabitha, as she was often rumored at Coolsville High to be a smartass as it was the most suitable name for her in their uncreative minds. She would stalk down the halls, her head lowered as though she were hiding, and yet, she was all they ever had to talk about.

Born with an astounding IQ of one-hundred and ninety-seven, Tabitha had completed junior high school at the age of nine. She was humble in this, as she wished to be viewed as an average girl by other students. She had earned the support of her parents quickly after, as they wished for her to succeed, and to make them look good doing so. But her peers saw her more as a broad threat to their own egos than a girl trying to find her way in the world. In any indication, if they could detect a slight kink in her near indestructible armor, it caused many unbelievable rumors to be created in the wake of them. She had run a prostitution ring, was a drug dealer, and on many occasions, dubbed to be a “killjoy” or a “party pooper”. Though none of this seemed to truly effect her. Or so they thought. Who would know?

Tabitha continued to rifle through the birch wood cabinets of the kitchen, searching for something she considered most entirely important. Cereal bowls. I never said she was a five star cook, did I? It was pitiful for someone of her IQ, but her parents were far too occupied to be grocery shopping at the moment, so she was forced to make due with the minimal resources set before her.

Dotting the periphery of Tabby’s line of sight, her brother could be found watching the evening news in the living room. Once filling their bowls with Rice Krispies and milk, she stood outside of the room and peered in, as though requesting an invitation to enter. Her pale green eyes reflected the changing toned light protruding from the edges of the device in the middle of the room. The annoyed expression on her face was nearly masked by a smile she forced.

“May I enter thy domain, your royal highness?” She uttered sardonically, casually mocking him from afar. Her feminine, though sarcastic voice was no louder than a mouse.

“Just give me the goddamned bowl, asshole.” Her twelve-year-old brother growled in response, a sense of hunger observed to be in his eye. He was prone to angst and informality, though he was more intelligent than he seemed.

“As you say, my liege.” Tabitha twirled into the room fluently, her dirty blonde hair flowing with her long, purposely dramatic movements. Her classes in ballet when younger could now be put to the test in ability. Her steps were graceful, as she appeared to be a leaf in the breeze. She was able to carry the bowls without slip or spill, maneuvering through the room. She held the bowls above her head, in the aspect to tease her brother.

Being around Toby, Tabitha was quite the goof. She had always been around her sibling, as to humor him. Despite this, it was more a front toward him than all. She was a large bit antisocial in reality, and tended to avoid large groups as not to be mocked from her prior experienced. She had no acquaintances to name, as she had built walls that could not be broken, those you would have to climb to enter. Her brother often made Trump jokes at this. Nevertheless of what Toby said, if was cruel, but she had adapted to this nature of people, as she had been taught there was no kindness in the hearts of the unpure, as her parents quote.

“I don’t even know what the fuck that means, so ha.”Toby feigned offense, managing to steal one of the bowls from Tabitha’s grasp and a spoon from her hand before settling to the leather-bound couch.

Once joining him, seated in a crisscross position, Tabitha grabbed the remote to the television to increase the low volume of it. It was so if they’re parents soon arrived, they would be prepared to greet them without seeming as though they had nothing to do. They would surely arrive at any moment, or so they hoped. Their parents would sometimes not come home until dawn, and would spout reasons as to why they were so caught up in their work.

As Tabitha raised the metal spoon to her lips, she caught a glimpse of the reporter upon the screen. The tone of his voice was quiet and remorseful, mentioning none other than a missing persons case from nearly fifty years before.

“... originally reported as a missing persons case nearly fifty years ago.”

Tabitha’s adept mind reminisced of the previous investigational cases she had overheard, as she was a summer intern for the Coolsville Police Department just months before. Many of the cases in 1960 were of centered around those whom had stolen valueable devices, or men whom had happened to psychically abuse their wives for invalid reasons. Or civilians who dressed as ghosts for ominous reasons. Her conscience then drifted to a rather odd disappearing of Daphne Blake. An adolescent of her age born nearly seventy years ago. She turned her attention toward the television once more, and rarely happened to notice her breath catch.

For she had almost failed to notice her correctly predicted assumption over the distant blaring of sirens ringing in her ears.

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omg I wrote so much lmao
 
Q Phillips
The leader
© southside
mood: exhausted

location: at home

tags: none
Today had been... less than ideal.

As he pushed the door of his cruddy two-door Mustang shit with his hip, Q let out an exasperated groan. Soccer practice this afternoon had been rough, and he was just sweaty and sore and exhausted.

Typically, Q was incredibly skilled at what he did, but ever since his stupid sports injury a few months ago, he had felt useless. Going back to practice had been a godsend, but his knee was still bothering him, and despite how well he tried to hide it, his coach would always catch onto it. That, and the fact that he was out of practice, lead Q to want to pull his hair out.

On this fine day in particular, his coach had actually stopped practice to make sure he was doing okay, an action that pissed Q off to no end. When he had dismissed the question, Coach had seen right through him and made him leave practice early. So not only was be tired and dirty, but he was frustrated as well. Hadn’t he already spent enough time at home, resting his stupid leg and not practicing. At this point, he was concerned that Coach wouldn’t make someone else captain, permanently.

So. Bad day.

He shouldered his way into his house after fumbling with his keys for a moment. It was definitely time to crash in bed and not get up until the morning, sweatiness and all. Trudging his way through his house, he paused when he heard police sirens.

Police sirens coming increasingly closer.

Wondering what the commotion was, Q dropped his bags on the floor and went over to the window, peaking out the blinds and seeing a squadron of police cars, followed by an ambulance, headed down the street, coming to a stop by the lake behind his house.

Curiosity piqued, Q opened up the back door, where he had a nice view of the lake from their small deck. A group of neighbors had gathered nearby, standing by as a sheet-covered body was rolled past.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out in some sort of mix between shock and revulsion as he pulled out his phone, beginning to type in his dad’s phone number. Things were getting... too weird.
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lane house

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a lil exasperated, groggy

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none yet

[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]eileen's eyes fluttered open from her interesting dream as her dog, huckleberry, nuzzled his wet nose into the palm of her hand. the dog whined softly as she whined back in a soft, sleepy voice.

"shucks, huck. did eunice forget to take you for your afternoon walk?"

her third older sister, affectionately known by her childhood nicknames of "eunicorn" or "eubisoft", or literally anything else her siblings could think of, was well known as the homebody. she liked to go on and on about being an au pair around the world, frequently spouting out snippets of when she visited paris, london, berlin, and italy during their dinner conversations. now that she was in between jobs, she'd taken up some of the activities usually assigned to one of the maids her parents hired to keep the house looking nice. as much as all of the girls liked to branch out and attempt their own thing - well, almost all of them - they all had a soft spot for their parents' business and livelihood. so eunice decided watching over the family dogs would be her main job until she would be swept away by yet another job.

so, eileen was certain that huckleberry had gone on his walk. but something was amiss, and eileen's curiosity grew as her dog moved to her door and seemingly waited for her to get up. eileen followed suit, stretching out her arms as she stood, sliding on her slippers as she walked after huckleberry. the brunette let out a soft yawn as the two headed downstairs, and she gasped a bit as she realized what had caused huck to act slightly frantic.

"mom! your soup is definitely done!"

at the sound of her daughter's voice, jean lane snapped to attention and looked over at the stove, where her cooking was boiling over, a bit of the soup getting onto the floor where some of their dogs were about to enjoy a free meal. jean moved quickly to turn off the stove as eileen rushed into the kitchen. "house." she ordered the dogs, who looked up at her with slightly goofy smiles until she repeated the command, whining as they followed through with their training.

"I just wanted to make something myself instead of having to rely on our cook!" jean's voice sounded irritated and somewhat upset as she grabbed the oven mitts, moving the pot over so she could inspect the "damage".

"well, mom. you weren't the best cook." eileen's lips curled up into a smile. "want my help?"

jean sighed, a long, deep sigh, and eileen vaguely took that as a yes. she walked out of the kitchen and past the living room to grab a mop and some cleaner from a nearby closet. as she headed back into the kitchen she paused for a long, long moment as she recognized the words playing on the television in the living room, her sisters erin and ellen curled up on the couch, eyes glued to the screen.

"-remains of what is confirmed to be daphne blake was discovered friday morning, after she was originally reported as a missing person nearly fifty years before. the corpse of the adolescent was found by searchers, who were looking for another missing person, her body submerged under fifteen feet of water in coolsville lake.

the case began on september 14th, 1969, when the CPD put out a bulletin regarding daphne’s missing status. she was last seen at nine o’clock near the local go mart on interstate fifty, where detectives believe she was looking for a ride home with friends.-"


eileen watched as her mother slumped into her chair and covered her face, letting out another deep sigh as the news continued. her mother had been...off the past few days and eileen had no idea why. but maybe if she just watched and

"lieutenant josefin gonzaga, with the coolsville police and fire department, says she happened to be presumed dead before she was assumably thrown into the lake.

the CPD have considered this case to now be a homicide investigation, because they are the originating agency on the initial case of a missing person.

coolsville police department, in a statement, said that they believe foul play to have been a factor in this case."


eileen swore she saw her mother mouth the words "oh, daphne", but by then, her father had entered the house with a bright smile.

"and how are some of my favorite girls doing?" he spoke before noticing the mess in the kitchen. before he could say anything else, eileen leaned the mop against the table and put the cleaner on the counter, clearing her throat.

"doin' good, papa bear. I'm gonna take mom out for some fresh air, hope you don't mind!"

thankfully her father seemed to understand the pleading look in her eyes as she helped her mother up.

"we're gonna get cleaned up and be back by dinner, okay? oh, june-"

one of the maids had come into the kitchen during the commotion, and she looked to eileen for some sort of guidance. truth was, eileen was just surprised it wasn't her who'd caused the mess this time.

"do you mind cleaning up for me? I got soup everywhere-"

but even so, she'd take the blame for it, just to ease her mom's plate. she needed to unwind somehow. being here in the house wasn't helping her, especially with her sisters trying to figure out more about the supposed murder themselves. june nodded and moved to help clean and eileen gave the maid a soft kiss on the cheek for her hospitality as she brought her mom upstairs so they could get changed. they'd get their usual mother-daughter facials and mani-pedis.

and maybe, just maybe, her mom would tell her a little bit about this daphne blake.

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Noah & Misha
| Location: Soccer Field |
| With: n/a|
| Mentions: n/a|
With a sigh, Noah kicked the ball he was bouncing into the air in front of him, shifting his body so it would drop down onto his raised knee. Nudging the ball back up into the air again he shifted, this time catching it with his other knee before shooting it up into the air so it could balance on his head. He let the ball bounce a few more times before jerking his head back right before the ball dropped onto his head, instead catching it with his hands. He squinted as he turned to survey the field, searching for his dog Misha. He knew the giant pup was around here somewhere, he didn't tend to wander far, especially when he knew Noah was playing with a ball.

"Hey, Misha!!!" he called out, raising one hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the setting sun, balancing the ball on his hip with his free hand. All he received was a bark in return that caused him to sigh. Of course the dog was by the car.

He sighed again before taking off at a jog to head back towards his cheap car, totally not paid for by his parents, where he left all his gear and most importantly, his snacks. Grinning as he began to picture the sandwich Gramps had made him when he left the house this morning, Noah popped open the trunk and deposited the ball and changed back into his regular gym shoes before shutting the trunk and opening the driver's side door. He'd already seen Misha's giant lump of a body stretched out across the backseat and had closed the door when he walked up.

He settled into the driver's seat with a small grin and turned so he could grab his bag off of the passenger seat only to stare in horror. "D...d-dude!!!" he cried, jerking in his seat so he could look behind him at his dog who laid behind him, seeming content with himself. "Misha, come on!!! You ate my freaking sandwich?! I've been dreaming about that thing all day, that's not cool man!"

Misha opened his mouth slightly and burped in response, causing Noah to wilt as his stomach growled. He whimpered.

"Not cool man..." he muttered under his breath, shooting the dog one last glare before turning so he could face out the windshield again. His stomach growled again and his glare faded into a pathetic look.

In short, Noah was a mess.

Once again he sighed, starting the car and putting it into reverse so he could head home. Maybe if he was lucky Gramps would make him another sandwich. At the thought he brightened up quite a bit, and got ready to turn out of the parking lot as the sun began to sink lower in the sky. He started to inch out of the lot only to pause as sirens began to wail nearby and cop cars started to race by. Noah frowned, leaning forward a bit to see where they turned, wondering what was going on. He watched for a minute, listening as the sound of the sirens began to fade and his stomach growled again, snapping him out of the daze he'd gone into.

Misha barked.

He grinned sheepishly at the dog through the rear view mirror and pulled out onto the street to head home. He was starving after all, and whatever the police were up to had nothing to do with him.
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