Case #5 "Ye Olde Scottish Play"

Never say the name aloud. Never. It's like asking Dionysus to curse you. Oh my, none of you take theater do you? *whispers* Macbeth *turns around three times and spits over shoulder* Anyway, to the case file:



INSIDE: Whenever anyone put on *cough* that play, something goes terribly wrong. But the thing is, Emily's school has decided to put on....that play. Which means her life is in grave danger. I really don't know where she went from detective to damsel in distress but she has. That doesn't mean she wants to be. Worse, this is New York's most haunted theater. Think about this; will you risk your life to stop the play from falling into disaster like the roman empire? Or will you stand by and watch as sandbags mysteriously fall on the actors? Your choice.

Formie:
Name(full):
Age:
Hobby(something they like to do):
Look(eye AND hair color, skin color, or ethnicity):
Personality(what they're like):
Habits(something they do out of, well, habit):
Packed Items(stuff they packed):
JOINED:
Socks - Emily (18 ) , Roach (20), Kylie (19)
Domino - Enola (18 ), Rizzo (21, over phone)
Lava *echoes* laaahvaaah) - Moose (18 )

lolz, yes, to true. It is one of my fondest superstitions. NEVER SAY IT ON STAGE!!! NEVER!!! wait, you probably no that......if it's in the script, say Hamlet or King lear instead.....heheh....

No, no, It's "the scottish play" according to Mr. Morello

It is the Scottish play....heheh....the only way....

when do we start?

When Kaitlyn decides id she's going to join or not.

Oh, and what do you think of my avi? It took me three hours to draw...lol

It's cute! Who are the people?

Guess.

Roach and someone? Cassandra?

DING! YOU WIN THE MILLION DOLLARS!!! JK! about the million dollar thing and yes...it is them.

Lolz, I knew it.

Enola: *scowls*

Me: it's all bad knews for you today, eh?

Enola: first Rizzo almost gets raped in a Mexican jail...how'd she even get in a Mexican jail?

Me: She was standing around trying to get a reading on the ghosts at a haunted church looking like a prostitute.

Enola: *rolls eyes* typical Rizzo then.

Sheesh. You've had tons of boyfriends and y-
Roach: You get mad at the guy who's had one.
That's sad....
Roach: .....How did you know that Cass kissed me?
I write your life, dude.
Roach: DONT DUDE ME!!!
duuuude.

Me: poor Enola. sweet, Naive, divine, connected, until boyfriends and exes are involved. and then shes the cynical soap opera charactor.

Enola: *shrugs* it's not like you're much different.

Me: I'm not as sweet, naive, divine, or connected. But at least I don't look like a prostitue.

Enola: *sigh* she's twenty one. You'd think she'd be smarter.

Me: you, know what, that was funny. No one else will get it, pity.

Enola:I know. Sad.

I'm starting now cause I'm bored.

The phone rang, Roach stared at the blank computer screen. He picked up the phone
"Hello?"
"Hello." a woman's voice said "Can I speak with Illane?"
"I dunno." Roach said glumly "CAN you?"
"Well" the woman sounded irritated "MAY I talk to Illane."
"One minute." he set the phone down and pressed a button on his desk "Illane, phone for you." he sighed. The phone was NEVER for him anymore. The phone rang again, he groaned and picked it up.
"Hello?"

"Roach?" Enola said, hoping against all hope this was Roaches number.

"PLease tell me your not pretending you want to talk to me JUST to torture me."

"Roach! Oh god, do you know how good it is to hear your voice after hearing your best friend got locked in a mexican jail for looking like a prostitute and learning your other friend is going to be in the...erm...the Scottish play?"

Moose, back at home, in Canada, leaned back and sighed. "ugh... it's been, so long............ i need to do SOMETHING! it's..... so.... quiet..... god i miss the team...." He said to himself. he got up out of the chair he was sitting in and looked out of the window. still foggy. he had his own house now, out on the country side, it was nice. he had a horse......... he named it Patches, in memory of his second case. although, his house was a bit lonely at times..... "I SHOULD CALL EMILY!" He shouted as the idea came to him. he raced down stairs. he looked at the photo of her on his deak, along with the computer, and the phone, he dialed her Cell phone number. and crossed his fingers, hopeing for her to pick up.

Roach fell off his chair laughing. Then hje looked up "how did you get in here?" he sat backl down onthe chair "I thought you...were....doing something.."

S girl's voice popped up on the other line, it wasn't Emily's "Hey, Emily doesn't have a shirt on right now, can you wait a minute?"
"Way to tell the world! Do you even know who's on the other line?!?!" Emily almost screamed at the girl
"I could've walked onto the veranda and screamed 'Emily's topless' would that have been better?"
"KYLIE!!!!"

"oh... oh my.... uuuhhhmmm.... yeah... i just... heh... kinda want to talk to her........... " Moose said startled.

"Hello?" Emily grabbed the phone from Kylie. She had a shirt on now. lol.

"Roach? Well, How has been for you since the last case? I've been reunited with an old friend, Angela Alice, and I've been tracking paranormal objects for her."

"Uhm...Do I have to answer that?" Roach clearly wasn't talking to Enola. "I'm talking to someone okay?......So?....MOTHER!!!....ITS"

"Roach? Roach? Hello?"

"One minute, Enola."
"William! Star is going bezerk!"
"Why?"
"You know how she likes motorcycles!"
"Oh my..."
"And we all know she likes you best!"
"Fine, fine." Roach got up and walked out of the room, on his way to the door outside "Great, dandy, I have to go calm down a horse. This is my life. What am I doing today? Almost getting trampled by Star. JUST what I wanted to do today." he sighed