Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Murder in Small Town X, Blockbusters, Kitty, or Ally. Newsies is owned by Disney, Murder in Small Town X is owned by Fox, Blockbusters is owned by...themselves? And Kitty and Ally own themselves as well. I do, however, own Road and all the other girls in here. I even own Carl Ryberg, but not the FBI and CIA.
This is my first fic that I'm posting on here, so don't be too harsh, please.
The Jacobs' house is quiet since there are only two people in the house. Both are in the living room. Esther is sewing as Mayer reads his book. All three of their children are at friends' houses.
Esther is whistling a tune to herself as she sews. Suddenly, a loud crunching noise is heard outside and Mayer turns to look. He looks back to Esther, "I'm gonna check this out."
Esther nods, continuing her sewing and whistling. Mayer gets up and walks to the door, going to open it. Just as he is about to touch the handle, the door flies open and hits him hard. He hits the wall with a thud and Esther comes running into the hall. She screams loudly as she looks at the door. Her screams get louder as a knife comes flying at her and hits her in her shoulder.
A dark shadow looms menacingly in the doorway as Mayer's eyes flicker open. He looks up at the person in his doorway. His eyes widen in shock and disbelief, "Y...you? But why?"
The shadow turns off the lights and comes walking into the room quietly. The shadow quickly cuts Mayer's neck open, letting the blood drip all over on the floor. They drag the body into Mayer's car and then go back, slapping Esther and then hands her a paper to read from. After making her read it, he pulls the knife out and drags her to the car as well, locking her in.
A week later...
A group of 14 people sit on a bus, only a few of them having met before. A girl with long black hair and hazel eye looks around, "Well...maybe we should introduce ourselves, say our age, and tell what kind of job we have besides investigating for a reality game show. Maybe also why we decided to come on Murder in Small Town X."
The girl next to her, who has brownish-blonde hair, nods, "Yeah...that sounds like a good idea. Who wants to go first?"
A girl with brown hair and black eyes nods, "I guess I can start out. My name is Paprika Adair, but I guess you're all supposed to call me Dreamer. I'm a cook and I'm 27. So, if you guys get tired of take out, I can make anything! I came on here because I like to problem solve."
The boy to her left has blond hair and a patch over his eye, "Well...I guess I should go next, since we're going in a circle. My name is Jeremy Henderson, but I was told that my nickname from now on would be Blink. I'm 24 and I'm a public speaker, talking to kids about how I lost my eye when my friends and I were driving drunk and playing chicken. I came here because I like to play games."
The guy to his left has brownish-blonde hair and holds a cane in his right hand, "I'm Mark Conlon, but a lot of my friends call me Spot and that's what they gave me as a nickname for this. I'm 27 and I'm a politician. I came on here just because I wanted to."
A blue haired, blue eyed girl looks around and giggles, "I'm supposed to go next, right? Well, my name is Cinderella Mitchell, but they gave me the name Penner. I guess it's because I love to write so much. My friends call me really hyper, but I think it's just because I have more energy then them, ya know? They also say that I tend to ramble a lot but that is so not true! Oh, I almost forgot, I'm 25 and I write mystery novels for a living. I so hope I become like Agatha Christie one day. She is like just the best mystery writer! I came on here just because I wanted to get to know new people, ya know?"
Everyone stares at her like she is nuts, but the girl to her left finally talks. This girl has red hair and green eyes, "Well...I'm 26 and I work as a Video Store Clerk at Blockbusters. My name is Juliet Ogsden but you guys can just call me Musical. I came on here cuz I can never resist a challenge."
Now, it's back to the girl with long black hair and hazel eyes, "Well...my name is Esmerelda Mendoza. I'm 20 and I own my own animal refuge and I also work as a paranomal investigator sometimes. I'm a trained vet and apparently my new name is Roadtrip, but Road or Trip will work fine. I came on here because I've always loved to solve mysteries."
The girl with brownish-blonde hair smiles, "My name is Allysa Manitowa, but Ally will do fine. They never gave me a nickname and I'm 27. I own a day care center, cuz I love children. I just came on here for some money to help with my day care center."
A brown-haired boy with a cowboy hat on brushes the hair out of his eyes, "I'm Jack Kelly and you guys can call me Cowboy. I'm a rodeo rider and I'm 21. I came on here cuz I intend to win."
A snobby looking blonde with brown eyes sticks her nose up, "I'm not gonna tell you anything! You people are all so common..."
One of the last young men with brown hair and glasses sighs, "I guess I'll just introduce the rest of us since we've all known each other. The girl who just refused to talk is Louisa Sampson, the singer. She's 26 and they gave her the nickname Singer. I'm Samuel Gardener, but you guys can call me Specs. I'm 25 and I write romance novels. The blonde with glasses is Schuyler Haswell, but just call him Dutchy. He's 30 and he's a cop. The guy with the cigar is Fidelio Higgins and he's a 24-year-old jockey. The last guy is Daryll Rousseau, but you can call him Skittery. He's 28 and actor. Now the last girl is Maggie Hahgrin. She's 22, a lawyer, and her nickname is Kitty."
Roadtrip looks confused, "Wasn't there suppose to be fifteen of us? I only count fourteen..."
Ally shrugs, "I heard that they're gonna be at the place when we get there."
Road nods, "That makes sense. I heard that the head investigator's name is Carl Ryberg. He's supposed to be with the FBI or the CIA. Do you think that's true?"
All of the others just shrug and Singer rolls her eyes. She snaps suddenly, "I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel like dealing with all this 'get to know you' crap!"
When Singer turns her back towards her, Road sticks her tongue out at Singer. This causes the others to laugh and Singer looks around, confused. Road whistles innocently as she turns towards Musical to talk. Cowboy shakes his head, "This is gonna be a long game..."
Jack doesn't know how right he is when he says those words. He doesn't realize how wrong this game will turn out. None of the others realize it, either. This little game of murder is soon to become a lot more then just a game, with lots of twists and turns that none of them will see coming.
A/N: By the way, I do need some more characters. I need one more investigator and nine suspects, plus extra townspeople who will give some clues to the investigator. If you would like to be in this, e-mail me at oko_the_penguin_girl@hotmail.com with the following information:
Real Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Job:
Investigator/Suspect/Townsperson:
Personality Traits:
Appearance:
Newsie Guy(Name 4, some girls might not get guys):
Also, I'm gonna let you guys vote for which two investigators play the murderer's game at the end of each chapter, who gets to be the lifeguard the next week, and who will be the killer. E-mail those to me at the e-mail I gave above. Oh, I almost forgot to thank my beta reader, Aguachica. Muchos Gracias, Aguachica! I am forever in your debt.
This is my first fic that I'm posting on here, so don't be too harsh, please.
The Jacobs' house is quiet since there are only two people in the house. Both are in the living room. Esther is sewing as Mayer reads his book. All three of their children are at friends' houses.
Esther is whistling a tune to herself as she sews. Suddenly, a loud crunching noise is heard outside and Mayer turns to look. He looks back to Esther, "I'm gonna check this out."
Esther nods, continuing her sewing and whistling. Mayer gets up and walks to the door, going to open it. Just as he is about to touch the handle, the door flies open and hits him hard. He hits the wall with a thud and Esther comes running into the hall. She screams loudly as she looks at the door. Her screams get louder as a knife comes flying at her and hits her in her shoulder.
A dark shadow looms menacingly in the doorway as Mayer's eyes flicker open. He looks up at the person in his doorway. His eyes widen in shock and disbelief, "Y...you? But why?"
The shadow turns off the lights and comes walking into the room quietly. The shadow quickly cuts Mayer's neck open, letting the blood drip all over on the floor. They drag the body into Mayer's car and then go back, slapping Esther and then hands her a paper to read from. After making her read it, he pulls the knife out and drags her to the car as well, locking her in.
A week later...
A group of 14 people sit on a bus, only a few of them having met before. A girl with long black hair and hazel eye looks around, "Well...maybe we should introduce ourselves, say our age, and tell what kind of job we have besides investigating for a reality game show. Maybe also why we decided to come on Murder in Small Town X."
The girl next to her, who has brownish-blonde hair, nods, "Yeah...that sounds like a good idea. Who wants to go first?"
A girl with brown hair and black eyes nods, "I guess I can start out. My name is Paprika Adair, but I guess you're all supposed to call me Dreamer. I'm a cook and I'm 27. So, if you guys get tired of take out, I can make anything! I came on here because I like to problem solve."
The boy to her left has blond hair and a patch over his eye, "Well...I guess I should go next, since we're going in a circle. My name is Jeremy Henderson, but I was told that my nickname from now on would be Blink. I'm 24 and I'm a public speaker, talking to kids about how I lost my eye when my friends and I were driving drunk and playing chicken. I came here because I like to play games."
The guy to his left has brownish-blonde hair and holds a cane in his right hand, "I'm Mark Conlon, but a lot of my friends call me Spot and that's what they gave me as a nickname for this. I'm 27 and I'm a politician. I came on here just because I wanted to."
A blue haired, blue eyed girl looks around and giggles, "I'm supposed to go next, right? Well, my name is Cinderella Mitchell, but they gave me the name Penner. I guess it's because I love to write so much. My friends call me really hyper, but I think it's just because I have more energy then them, ya know? They also say that I tend to ramble a lot but that is so not true! Oh, I almost forgot, I'm 25 and I write mystery novels for a living. I so hope I become like Agatha Christie one day. She is like just the best mystery writer! I came on here just because I wanted to get to know new people, ya know?"
Everyone stares at her like she is nuts, but the girl to her left finally talks. This girl has red hair and green eyes, "Well...I'm 26 and I work as a Video Store Clerk at Blockbusters. My name is Juliet Ogsden but you guys can just call me Musical. I came on here cuz I can never resist a challenge."
Now, it's back to the girl with long black hair and hazel eyes, "Well...my name is Esmerelda Mendoza. I'm 20 and I own my own animal refuge and I also work as a paranomal investigator sometimes. I'm a trained vet and apparently my new name is Roadtrip, but Road or Trip will work fine. I came on here because I've always loved to solve mysteries."
The girl with brownish-blonde hair smiles, "My name is Allysa Manitowa, but Ally will do fine. They never gave me a nickname and I'm 27. I own a day care center, cuz I love children. I just came on here for some money to help with my day care center."
A brown-haired boy with a cowboy hat on brushes the hair out of his eyes, "I'm Jack Kelly and you guys can call me Cowboy. I'm a rodeo rider and I'm 21. I came on here cuz I intend to win."
A snobby looking blonde with brown eyes sticks her nose up, "I'm not gonna tell you anything! You people are all so common..."
One of the last young men with brown hair and glasses sighs, "I guess I'll just introduce the rest of us since we've all known each other. The girl who just refused to talk is Louisa Sampson, the singer. She's 26 and they gave her the nickname Singer. I'm Samuel Gardener, but you guys can call me Specs. I'm 25 and I write romance novels. The blonde with glasses is Schuyler Haswell, but just call him Dutchy. He's 30 and he's a cop. The guy with the cigar is Fidelio Higgins and he's a 24-year-old jockey. The last guy is Daryll Rousseau, but you can call him Skittery. He's 28 and actor. Now the last girl is Maggie Hahgrin. She's 22, a lawyer, and her nickname is Kitty."
Roadtrip looks confused, "Wasn't there suppose to be fifteen of us? I only count fourteen..."
Ally shrugs, "I heard that they're gonna be at the place when we get there."
Road nods, "That makes sense. I heard that the head investigator's name is Carl Ryberg. He's supposed to be with the FBI or the CIA. Do you think that's true?"
All of the others just shrug and Singer rolls her eyes. She snaps suddenly, "I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel like dealing with all this 'get to know you' crap!"
When Singer turns her back towards her, Road sticks her tongue out at Singer. This causes the others to laugh and Singer looks around, confused. Road whistles innocently as she turns towards Musical to talk. Cowboy shakes his head, "This is gonna be a long game..."
Jack doesn't know how right he is when he says those words. He doesn't realize how wrong this game will turn out. None of the others realize it, either. This little game of murder is soon to become a lot more then just a game, with lots of twists and turns that none of them will see coming.
A/N: By the way, I do need some more characters. I need one more investigator and nine suspects, plus extra townspeople who will give some clues to the investigator. If you would like to be in this, e-mail me at oko_the_penguin_girl@hotmail.com with the following information:
Real Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Job:
Investigator/Suspect/Townsperson:
Personality Traits:
Appearance:
Newsie Guy(Name 4, some girls might not get guys):
Also, I'm gonna let you guys vote for which two investigators play the murderer's game at the end of each chapter, who gets to be the lifeguard the next week, and who will be the killer. E-mail those to me at the e-mail I gave above. Oh, I almost forgot to thank my beta reader, Aguachica. Muchos Gracias, Aguachica! I am forever in your debt.