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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, 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.




STEREOTYPES

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

THE HOT CHICK (i.e Daphne Blake) — Violett Harmon Chandler vixe vixe

THE LEADER (i.e Frederick “Fred” Jones) — Angelo Aita Walnutt Walnutt

THE FOODIE AND THEIR DOG (i.e Norville “Shaggy” Rogers) — Breixo “Brey” Coello BriiAngelic BriiAngelic

THE ROCKER GIRL (i.e One of the Hex Girls) — wafflegirl wafflegirl

THE ACTOR (no i.e) — 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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BASICS

— PRESENT NAME TEXT HERE
—NICKNAMES TEXT HERE


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

— AGE TEXT HERE
— BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC SIGN TEXT HERE

— APPEARANCE (FACECLAIM REQUIRED) INSERT HERE

— QUOTES TEXT HERE
— THEME SONG(S) TEXT HERE
— STEREOTYPE TEXT HERE

— HEIGHT TEXT HERE
— WEIGHT TEXT HERE
— BODY TYPE TEXT HERE
SKIN TONE TEXT HERE
— HAIR TEXT HERE
— EYES TEXT HERE
— SCARS TEXT HERE
— BODY MODIFICATIONS (IF ANY) TEXT HERE
— OUTFITS/ACCESSORIES PHOTO AND OR TEXT REQUIRED

— PHYSICAL HEALTH TEXT HERE

PERSONALITY

— POSITIVE TRAITS TEXT HERE
— NEUTRAL TRAITS TEXT HERE
— NEGATIVE TRAITS TEXT HERE
— MBTI CODE TEXT HERE

HISTORY (BACKSTORY) TEXT HERE

— MENTAL DISORDERS (OPTIONAL) TEXT HERE

FEARS AND OR PHOBIAS TEXT HERE

RELATIONSHIPS

— CURRENT STATUS TEXT HERE

— CRUSH TEXT HERE

— PAST RELATIONSHIPS TEXT HERE

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Tabitha Martins


(OOC: I AM SOOO SOOO SORRY IF THIS IS A REALLY BAD INTRO. IT TOOK QUITE A WHILE TO THINK OF IT.)

On the night of November the first, a teenage girl by the name of Tabitha Ann Martins could be found in the kitchenry of her suburban 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 all 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 had to talk about.

Born with an astounding IQ of 197, 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. 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. The moment they could detect a slight kink in her near unbreakable armor, it caused many unbelievable rumors to be created in the sake of this. She ran a prostitution ring, was a drug dealer, and on many occasions, dubbed to be a killjoy. Though none of this seemed to truly effect her. Or so they thought.

Tabitha continued to rifle through the 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 minimal resources set before her.

Outside of Tabby’s line of sight, her brother could be found watching the evening news in the living room. Once filling their bowls with Fruity Pebbles and milk, she stood outside of the room and peered in. Her pale green eyes reflected the changing toned light protruding from the edges of the device. 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 soft, 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.

“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. 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.

Being around Toby, she was quite a goof. She had always been around her brother, as to humor him. Despite this, it was more a front toward him than all. She was very antisocial in reality, and tended to avoid large groups as not to be mocked. She had no acquaintances to name, as she had built walls that could not be broken, those you would have to climb to enter. It was cruel, but she had adapted to this nature of people.

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

Once joining him, Tabitha grabbed the remote to turn 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 interruption.

As Tabitha raised the spoon to her lips, she caught a glimpse of the man 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.


Her brain mind reminisced of the previous investigational cases, as she was a summer intern for the Coolsville Police Department 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. Her mind 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 almost failed to notice her correct hypothesis over the distant blaring of sirens within her ears.
 
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Angelo Aita
"Oh for fuck's sake!" Angelo shot his hand out and grabbed his notebook, barely pulling it away in time to avoid the glass of water that one of his four brothers had knocked over. Angelo placed the notebook full of important debate information on his lap while he simultaneously shot a nasty glare at Rob. The debate team captain had spent way too much of his time composing those notes for his idiotic brother to ruin them in one swing.

"Angelo, watch your language." His mother, seated at the head of the table, managed to say this quietly and calmly while still maintaining a note of authority. Angelo was about to protest before he caught the icy look his mother was giving him. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh and settled for beating the hell out of his brother in his head. As he continued to eat his spaghetti, Angelo looked around at the madness in front of him. How was his mother able to control a family of five boys mainly by herself? He couldn't recall ever having seen her let out any signs of exhaustion which was all the more impressive. As his eyes fell on his mother, he couldn't help a small smile from forming on his face. Thanks, Ma.

After he helped his mother and oldest brother finish the dishes, Angelo grabbed his laptop from the breakfast bar and sauntered over to the leather recliner that was in the corner of his rather large living room. Somehow he had built up the ability to shut out all distractions around him which allowed him to continue studying for the next school day while three of his brothers began to wrestle each other. Noise never distracts Angelo while studying, but the lack of it tends to bring him back to his surroundings. His green eyes glanced up from the laptop screen, following the gaze of his five family members until he landed on the TV. A somber voice on the news was reporting on a breaking story which involved an almost 50 year missing persons case.

"That's just terrible," his mother sighed, looking around at her children. "I don't know what I would do.." She let her sentence trail off, her eyes looking at something that only she could see.

As much as it saddened him, Angelo was always slightly fascinated by missing persons cases. Part of the thrill of debating was finding clues to how the opposing team structured their argument and then building a counter of his own. It somewhat reflected his idea of solving crimes; essentially a giant puzzle. While he was lost in thought about the cold case, he could hear distant sirens slowly coming closer towards him. Angelo looked out the giant bay window in his living room, watching the streetlights flicker every so often.

I wonder if that siren is related... He looked back toward the news report for a moment before going back to his laptop. Instead of studying homework, he began to research everything he could find on the missing girl.

Daphne Blake.
 

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    ~House -> Lake~
    Who's Theme || Brey’s CS File
    The night was cold and as much as he loved Jewels he would really rather be anywhere but outside right now. He looked out the window and then back to his dog who was now staring him down. Not fair he just walked her like two hours ago. Still from the hyperactive whines that she was giving him there was gonna be no letting her out to the yard and waiting til she was done tonight. He put down the homework he was just now starting and got off the bed, instantly the whining increased in frequency. He could barely got to his vest before Jewels was pawing at his leg. Awww damn now he felt bad.

    “I know girl, just gimme a minute to find your leash.”

    The sirens in the distance got louder as he tried to ignore them to the best of his ability. From the entrance way he heard the unlocking of the door. Before he could even rush to the door Jewels was out. He threw on his vest thanking everything that he had his shoes still on. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why Jewels loved to chase sounds, and this wasn’t just some ice cream truck this time.

    “Brexio why did Jewels just run out how many times do I have to tell you to…” The rest of the sentence didn’t register as he shouted back as he passed through his front door. He grabbed the keys and turned back while still running out.

    “Ma I know I know walk her more often. I’ll be back it’s not my fault this time! The police car’s fault.” With that he zoomed down the path following the sirens. Thank god he’d trained her to not run onto streets as who knew what kind of trouble she’d cause otherwise.

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    This would be so much easier if she just would learn to wait. He felt out of breath as he slowed to a stop. With his hands on his knees he looked around, were they by the lake? Whoa that was, okay that’s not where he thought she’d run. He supposed that it was rather fortunate that he knew a few cops in the area as he can’t imagine that they’d not be calling the pound on her otherwise.

    And naturally the culprit of it all would just be wagging her tail with pride as if to say ‘Praise me! I found the sound!’. He waited til the moment was clear and snuck over the police tape to get to her. One day she wasn’t going to be able to get away with recklessly running off, his next goal would be building a damn fence, but for now he let out a sigh of relief as he ruffled the fur on her head. “Don’t do that Jewelly. Dang it we’re both gonna be in trouble...”

    He was fortunate enough that they seemed far more interested in whatever it was they found in the lake. Now that his worry for Jewels was over he could feel a lingering curiosity begin to bubble to the surface. Just what was so important about the lake anyways? There was some missing kid right… Had to be his brothers were saying something of that sort. Or was it a missing adult? Who knows. Personally he had no interest in some far off drama, but when he was right on the edge of it? Well who could resist?

    “...Blake girl. Wait do you think…. Well call them… ID a … Yeah … Daphne.”

    No good he could hardly hear enough to know what was happening. As he drew closer he hid behind cars. Still he shouldn’t have expected it to go that well in hindsight.

    “COELLO!”

    Fuck no. He recognized that voice, he really had to be recognized from the one cop that busted his pals for smoking. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done more in the years but this guy popped up around every corner to screw him over for what seemed like the better part of five years. Yup well at least he’d managed a name after all. A cheerful bark was let out by Jewels as she recognized the familiar face. Traitor.

 

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Tabitha Martins


Mentions: BriiAngelic BriiAngelic || Jewels; Brey

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(OOC: I’m always down to have Tabby meet up with someone!)

Tabitha was usually not prone to allow her curiousity to best her. Yet, as she continued to listen to the distant wails of police sirens, she was intrigued. Not pausing to take a bite of the food before her, she set the spoon to the bowl, eyeing the television in front of her. She cleared her throat before turning toward her brother, who was seen scoffing the cereal into his mouth by the spoon.

Tabitha had not witnessed such a disgruntling scene in her time of living within Coolsville. She could vaguely remember the days of living in Seattle, enjoying herself in the chill air of day. She happened to be quite young at the time, but seemed to visualize it as though it had occurred the day before. Oh, what a wonderful life it had been. Without torment and truly from the pages of a book.

“Would it be alright if I were to head for a trot to see what may be troubling the neighborhood?” She questioned, a singular brow raising before Toby, whom had finished his meal in an absolutely barbaric manner.

He glared at her from his vacant bowl, his sandy blond hair falling into his eyes as he did so. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Mom and Dad are probably not coming home anytime soon, that’s for fucking sure. Might as well hold down the fort, who am I, anyway? I don’t have a life, or anything.”

A small grin graced her lips as she rolled her eyes at her brother. He could be crude, obnoxious, and idiotic, but she loved and cared for Toby all the same. He was reliable, though as troubled as he truly was. What would she do with do without him? She stood from loveseat, and strut toward the kitchenry of the house. She could hear the sound of footsteps from behind her. Loud, adamant steps.

“You think that they found the real one?” Toby asked, leaning against the doorway, his blue eyes glimmering in a scheming appearance. Which was all too unsettling but to Tabby. “The one that’s been missing for, like, ever?”

Tabitha stood from behind the kitchen island, slipping a honey-toned sweater over her ivory tank top. She quickly slipped on a pair of black sneakers, tying them in a quick knot. In her mind, Tabitha was doubtful of the question, yet why would she choose to follow the sound of sirens without being the least bit interested in doing so?

Once pulling her head through the hole, she flipped her hair from it, raking her fingers through it also. “Possibly, though I would find it to be most peculiar.”

“Do you think the body will be all moldy and mummified? Oh, that would be so cool! Wait, can I come too? Can I take my photography camera with me?” Toby began to squeal as though he were a teenage girl. He had always been interested in zombies and the living dead, and was quite excitable about the topic.

Tabitha forced herself to refused the urge to retch, feigning such an act. “You are absolutely disgusting. I will not allow you to witness the sight.”

“Aw, you’re no fun. Pick me up some decaying flesh on your way back?” A cheeky grin grew to his face, in knowledge of annoying his sister.

Approaching the front door, Tabitha scoffed, “No. I will not. Please do not leave the house, and do behave.”
She closed the door behind her, wiping her outfit of the imaginary frost. She input the code near the door to lock it, trembling as goosebumps grew to her arms. The air was crisply bitter, causing her to wrap her sweater rather tightly around her, the chilling wind blowing through her hair harshly. She looked toward the time on her phone, noticing as it read 10:37 pm. She promised herself to return in fifteen minutes or fewer. If not, she hoped she would make it home safely.

Coolsville Lake was a simple seven minute walk from Tabitha’s house, though she stood to be perplexed for a moment by the fact of the sounds escaping the scene. Sirens and barking clashed immensely, causing her to pause abruptly. As she squinted in the dark, she could notice the shape of what appeared to be a large mammal.

Once her vision properly adjusted, a gigantic dog could noticeably be seen from underneath a lamp post, dashing toward the scene of flashing lights in a flash. A taller, more human figure could be seen, but Tabitha had failed to notice immediately. Although unable to, as she was nearly knocked from her feet by a mysterious animal, stumbling into the brush and tripping past the opened police tape. The large beast stopped, sniffed at her, and was off again.

Tabitha readjusted her footing, finding herself located amongst the large bridge upon the lake. She crouched to her knees, shrinking into a small ball of twisted limbs. The voices of policemen could be heard, discussing the identity of the body. She could see a body bag being carried into an ambulance, which she found utterly and completely disturbing. Tabby’s breath hitched, in attempt to keep silent at the sound of approaching movements. She wished to run home, but something had hindered her from doing so.

Its fur was coated in fleas, its beady black eyes glaring through her soul. It stood to be quite a bit large than Tabitha, causing her to scramble to her feet in haste. She began to run. From the humongous, snarling badger standing before her. What she did notice was the abundant sound of dog barking, and the yelling of police.

{OOC: Don’t worry. Tabby’s going to be okay.}



 
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Violett Harmon Chandlers
“Curiosity killed the cat”
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“You’re never going to get into Harvard if you don’t start studying. You need to do something. Don’t disappoint me like you have so many times before. You promised you’d get better.”

Violett didn’t dare look at her parents who were brutally scolding her. Tears welled up in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. It would have only made her parents more mad at her for being so sensitive that she can’t even take constructive criticism, well that’s what they called it. Violet hardly thought calling their only daughter a disappointment was constructive criticism but there’s was nothing that Violett could do about it but take it and live with it.

“You may speak now,”

“I’m sorry, if won’t happen again and I mean it this time.”

Her father scoffs at her. “You may be excused.” Violett nods her head at her father, finally lifting her head to his meet his eyes. She gives him a small smile before slipping out of the big brown doors which lead to her father’s office. She didn’t let out the breath she was holding until she got into her bedroom and closed the door.

“Fuck.” She ran her hands through her blonde hair. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Her hand connected with the wall with a sickening crunch. That was definitely broken. Oh well. Violett broke down and started crying making her makeup stream down her cheeks while she was trying to change out of her day clothes and into something comfy then she laid in her bed resting her eyes.

The sirens were what woke her up. They were loud, bright, and right in her backyard. She rolled over and picked up her phone that was on her nightstand.

BREAKING NEWS, 50 year old cold case CLOSED. Daphne Blake’s body found in Coolsville Lake, we have no further information at this time. We will update you when we have more information.

“Coolsville lake?” She muttered. “OH shit, that’s behind my house.”

Violett shot out of bed and scrambled to throw on a pair of shoes and a green sweatshirt then she crawled out of her window and then jumped down on to the pool house being careful not to fall into the pool in the process. She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. The police sirens got louder and louder every step that she took.

Violett stopped just at the edge of the treeline and watched them drag Daphne out of the lake. She caught a glimpse of her face as they were zipping up the body bag. She was grey and definitely waterlogged. She was surprised that she still even had any skin, she thought that for sure she would have been bones but that wasn’t the case. The water probably slowed decomposition and that’s why she still had skin.

Violett took a deep breath to slow down her heart rate. She looked a mess, makeup smeared down her face and her wind whipped hair to her pjs not to mention the cold stinged her eyes making them water and her red nose. She couldn’t stop sniffling. Violett pulled her sweater passed her hands. The cold was really getting to her but she had to see what was going on.
 
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Angelo Aita
Angelo scrolled through the pages quickly, his foot tapping faster as every minute passed. October 16th, 1969. Waiting for her boyfriend. Twenty years later, we see that she walks towards the parking lot of a convenience store and then no one sees her again. How can you just disappear out in the open like that? The 18 year old ran his calloused hand through his course hair and took a second look at the highly pixilated picture taken from the CCTV in the parking lot. That is just strange..

"Wow, they're getting really close." Angelo looked up from his laptop when he heard his youngest brother speak. Three of his siblings were gathered at the large living room window, watching as three cop cars, a firetruck and an ambulance sped down their quiet street. "I heard the man on TV say that she was found at the lake right down the road."

Coolsville Lake? That's only a three minute jog down the street.

Before he realized what he was doing, Angelo had thrown on a red long-sleeved thermal shirt and a black peacoat over it. He grabbed a navy blue scarf, wrapped it around his neck and ran out the front door, barely remembering to grab his keys on the way out.

"Angelo Mikael! Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back!" This was all Angelo was able to call back to his mother before he shut the door to his 2013 Ford Focus and started the engine, shivering as he put the heat on full blast. Before he gave his car a chance to properly warm up, Angelo had already put it in reverse and pulled out of his driveway, driving in the same direction as the distant sirens.

With a thousand thoughts floating in his head, Angelo pulled to the side of the road a block down from the cop cars. He jumped out and jogged towards the light, averting his eyes to the lake when it came into view. He could see the firefighters dragging something out of lake as he descended down the hill towards another person who was watching. He stopped next to the girl who was standing at the edge of some trees and noticed her watery eyes and red face. Was it the cold wind making that happen, or was she traumatized from the sight in front of them?

Angelo took a breath and slipped off his peacoat, reaching over without asking and resting it on the shoulders of the stranger. His attention was on the scene playing out at the lake while he did that. He could clearly see a slightly decomposed body being zipped up into a body bag. That image wouldn't be leaving his mind for a while.

Daphne.

Fuck.
 
Hershel Maimon
It had been a long day.
Getting up at 5 am for an extra music rehearsal before school, then into seven hours of lecture and quizzes, followed by theatre after school, then back home for a bit of homework before heading back out for a few rounds of Mario Party at a friends house. It had been a long day - but Hershel was used to it. In fact, he wouldn't have it any other way. If he didn't keep himself so busy, he didn't know what he'd do with himself.
Now he finally could go home, study a bit for calc, and get some shut-eye. Unfortunately the world had other plans.

On the walk back home, he heard sirens. He didn't think much of it, until they started to get louder as he continued walking. It wasn't until he saw Coolsville Lake loom into view, along with the flashing lights of the emerging vehicles, that he began to really get curious.

The lake? What 's going on there? Did someone drown? he thought, unconsciously walking faster as he got closer and closer. The emergency vehicles had attracted a small crowd of people, most of which he recognized from school. Hershel started across the bridge, which was both towards where the vehicles were and conveniently, the direction he needed to walk to get home. Across the bridge is where he first noticed a lumbering badger running from the scene, and then a certain blonde girl who looked a bit scattered doing the same - but running right towards him.

Hershel recognized her, although he wasn't sure if he had ever said more than a word or two to her. "Tabitha? Tabitha! Hey, are you okay?" He called out, standing his ground in front of her and wondering what the hell was going on here.

( final girl. final girl. )
 
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Violett Harmon Chandlers
“Curiosity killed the cat”

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Violett sniffled and swiped her nose with her sweater sleeve. The cold wracked her body and made her shiver. She hadn’t thought about how cold it was going to be. Violett wrapped her arms around her shivering body and rubbed her arms up and down.

Why couldn’t you be smart Violett. Why couldn’t you have thought about bringing your heavy coat!

She wasn’t thinking about any of that thought. She was just thinking about seeing daphne, the 50 year old cold case. Who could pass up the opportunity! She wasn’t about too even if she looked like a hot mess with her pjs and makeup smeared all down her face. Despite the gruesome situation she wasn’t crying about daphne she was just intrigued. Intrigued about how her body ended up in her backyard and she didn’t even know it! She wanted to know everything, she wanted to know why her body was dumped there how she was killed and most importantly who killed the infamous Daphne Blake.

Violett watched them load up Daphne’s body into the back of an ambulance but she was so caught up in watching and thinking about the murder and all of the details surrounding it that she didn’t see the guy come up to her and place his jacket on her shoulders. She was so enthralled with the scene in front of her that she didn’t even see that there were other people watching, she thought that she was alone.

She blinked and the rest of the world fell back into place. She finally felt the weight of the coat on her shoulders. She looked around and spotted the culprit.

“Hey! I don’t need your jacket.” Violett shrugged off the coat from her shoulders and handed it back to him without another word.

 

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Tabitha Martins


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Tabitha glared in the direction of someone calling her name. She didn’t wish to be recognized, and was rather embarrassed by the fact of being caught in the mid of night. She was rather jumbled and humiliated at the same time. He knew her name? Why? Tabitha had never once talked to the boy before her. Was he in her grade?

“I am alright, thank you!” She replied, not daring to look the boy in the eye. She had paused for a moment, but was quick to continue running. She wished to be as far away from that hideous badger as soon as humanly possible.

There was a sudden guilt in her chest. Must she have been so rude to that boy? Yes, it was forty fucking degrees out, she had a right to be a little cranky! She could have been asleep at this moment. Tabitha called a polite and polished goodbye toward the boy on the bridge and continued on her path.

As the cold night air increased, Tabitha nearly crumbled at its weight. She refused to budge against the heavy wind, yet her battle was rather lame. Her body was covered in goosebumps, yet she failed to notice in her distraction of what was around her. The destruction and anarchy of it all.

Why? Her attention was toward the lake before her. It was intriguing, she had found, to witness the discovery of a homicide. In the small town of Coolsville, the discovery of a homicide was as rare as Toby winning the lottery. Which had happened once, and had surprised literally everyone. But never mind that. The point was made nonetheless.

As she had approached the sidewalk, she stopped as she noticed she was not alone once more. A pair of figures stood near the lake, just out of the policemen’s line of sight. She had recognized the two instantly, to be two students from her AP History class.

Without another route of exit, she would be forced to pass them. She had not considered her options in which to do so, but the most logical was to act as though she had not noticed them.

She kept her head low, her eyes toward the ground, and continued up the embankment when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, something in the brush.

It somewhat happened to resemble a man, though was entirely too large to be classified as one. Wearing a large mask in the face of a plastic dog was unsettling to Tabitha, as she could notice she had stepped in line with the pair from behind her. The mask he wore was rather cheerful, which was creepy, she thought. It is past Halloween, her mind reminisced of the date. She raised a tremblingly chill finger toward him, to catch the others attention. They didn’t seem to notice ah first of her, but as she continued to stare, the dog man raised a finger to his masked lips, and ran off.

 
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