Post by THE ADMIN on Jun 24, 2010 22:50:50 GMT -5
THE PLOT
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Though one may think its just coffee, dating,and getting drunk, the college life is definitely the most brutal and battering of worlds.You have all those rich elites and dolls who care for no one besides themselves and then those depressed stoners who are longing for someone to reach out to them but are too deep to get out by themselves. Yup, it's the average university campus which can be found internationally--even at the Sorbonne. But then, the Sorbonne cannot be considered simply 'average' now.
The first wasn't supposed to be found. The second was meant to be a warning to everyone. The others--the others didn't seem to have a reason. But, that could be because they were done in pure zeal. All of them had one thing in common: a phone call...
[Curtains lift to reveal a young blond teen (Casey) talking on the phone. She has been talking for quite some time now on the phone to a stranger (Man) who originally called because he had the 'wrong number'.]
MAN: You never told me your name.
CASEY: Why do you want to know my name?
MAN: Because I want to know who I'm looking at.
[Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.]
All hell broke loose around campus when it was found students and faculty had become the main suspects. There were more fights due to one accusing another. There was more drinking in order to 'forget' one's girlfriend or loved one who had just been killed. But worst of all, there was mistrust. These kids who had grown to become a sort of dysfunctional family now ran to their cars once classes were over or took several glances when walking anywhere. Of course, there were those idiots who did stupid things like running around with knives as they thought it was all just some publicity stunt the Sorbonne was doing or something dumb like that
But, it wasn't and soon everyone came to realize that. Each murder was more gruesome than the one before. Despite police attempts to figure out just who exactly the person responsible for the killings is, it seems as though the more they delve into the case they receive less and less information. Suspects are easily taken out of the equation rather than having a deeper grave once a piece of evidence is found.
CASEY: What did you say?
MAN: I want to know who I'm talking to.
CASEY: That's not what you said.
MAN: What do you think I said?
[Casey clicks on the outside light. A flood light illuminates the backyard. Her eyes survey the grounds. But it's empty. No one's there. She turns the light out. On the stove, the popcorn pops.]
CASEY: I have to go now.
It seemed as though not a soul could escape the murderer. More and more teens were winding up dead. All were students of the Sorbonne. But then, one student's casual reference to the killings being similar to the Scream movies brought detectives the lucky break they needed. They found the first victim by the name of Casey Becker was gutted--just as the Casey Becker in the first film of the trilogy had been. And, a Scream mask had been found at the crime scene.
Suddenly, everything started to make sense. Someone was remaking the movies. Well, at least they had begun that way. It seemed now they wanted to 'direct their own movie'. The Scream films were coming to life on the Sorbonne campus and every student was set to star in it in some way or another.
[The knife rises again...Casey throws her hand forward...the blade comes down...but it's blocked by the portable phone still in her hand. She turns staggering to...]
So, do you think you can handle the tumultuous waters of murder and mystery or will you end up like the those unfortunate souls who are all under angels and tombstones? Is there a chance you'll get out of this alive? Or are we just ashes and wine...?
this plot was made by macy_doll of caution 2.0 & ashes and wine, otherwise known as the crazed queen of all that is random, as well as formerly and still known as myself. if i see that anyone took this without attaching the credit or without my permission, well then…i will personally force you come to go to a Hannah Montana concert (throwup, vomit, ew, gross, blah) with me. if you (and me) don’t die before it’s over, i will put a cheese grater down your throat with a string attached to it and pull the string up and down while the grater is still in your throat. fun, right? well, there are a ton of other activities i have planned, but let’s not waste unnecessary time. Just don’t make the mistake of stealing. &&Mace;;
