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Uhm a lot is going to happen.
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I agree. A TON is happening. So we know where Leser, Frank, Leanne (?), Harley, Cassie, Jack and Frank are-- Italy.
Ocatgon, Nika, Angel, Jas, Ari, Alecia, John, Zero, Cody, and Kitty (if I'm missing anything, do tell) are back in the states-- btw, where does half of this take place, anyway? I was thinking like some big city.
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Boston
New York (I remember Clay driving them there so probably not New York)
Chicagoooo (eh a bit far from New York)
....I know I'm missing something...
Oh! Baltimore
hm uhm uhm
What else is there?
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Episodes- #s (?), plot lines (I think we should yes, have it revolve around the plotline we have written down, but it should also include other important cases. homicides, drug busts, etc.)
This is the one where our characters are introduced. Clay is off doing bad guy stuff. Cassie is tracking him down.
We know the season finale has to be when Cassie kills Clay. so the episodes ranging between the pilot to the finale can include Clay doing bad guy stuff, them tracking down his accomplices and eventually him.
how many episodes do you think we could make? i know we have to settle the emotions of Jasmine and Tim. We have to prove Tim is innocent and Jas hates her brother by the end of it.
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Episode one: we already have that covered with the beginning; So the car chase with Clay, right? In which she ends up being able to stop him...? But not fully, like don't they gag her and try to drown her?
((we're going with 1 hour episodes, yes?))
second part: We introduce Tim and Kari, so side plot already happening there. How should we end the episode?
Episode two: Well, Cassie abviously escapes from the drowning, but terrible news that Clay got away. She returns back to her car, and talks with HQ giving them the heads up about what just happened. She should probably return back to HQ and recieve a mysteriious phone call from Clay, of oucrse, but it'll take a few episodes to trace the call since we need some fillers.
part two: Return back to Tim and Kari, where we see them just talking, or well Tim trying to explain himself. Something dramatic has to happen to them, because they pretty much don't return until later on with the hospital scene after capturing Clay... unless you guys have any ideas?
Uh Episode three: Filler episode which we'll figure out.
Episode four another filler episode, but at the end of it, we'll have the lead to Clay. Unless you want to go one more episode? But tracing usually only takes a few minutes to hours unless it's freaking crazy map to find where the call started.
Episode five: I'll stop here for now anyways.
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also, please note. fiber poptarts are gross.
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Hey since we all know the main stuff, we should probably discuss filler episodes so we can get those out of the way.
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Ep 2: Cassie escapes, gets call from Clay. Tim/ Kari (count)Intro Ocatgon & ...?
Ep 3: homicide
Ep 4: ...?
Ep 5: Clay count. Tracking down.
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Ep 15: Clay chase (From New York-Boston) Go cart place. Clay dies
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Anyhow, I'm liking this. I have an idea for dramatic theatrical purposes that during the Clay chase, his phone rings and a picture of Ari and Jas comes up and the name written across it is "Ari"
Just for foreshadow, ya know?
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Anyways, if there are, they could mention that something's difficult, or they did something sloppy and Clay could mention "I bet Ari could pull it off." and Tim retorts with "Scary, that girl, huh?" or something.
Just a thought.
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Cassie leaned against the car door, her hand over her gun while she ran over clues with Clay. This subject was touchy for her, and since the beginning, when Zero came to her; she really was shocked to hear about the Truth.
“Mr. Harrison may not be the murderer of your late fiancé.”
The words had rung through her body, reawakening every dormant memory and now when Clay walked in, his eyes shuffling away from hers for reasons that were most obvious, were actions he needn’t do anymore. He still thought he’d killed Don, but now that this truth was possible, that maybe Clay was innocent brought light to her eyes.
Clay stood over the railing looking down, seven stories on the street below from the garage. They were the only car up there and it was the perfect place to stretch and think without interruption, besides from sirens and the occasional honk.
“It’s difficult,” Cassie murmured, pulling out a folder filled with pictures and reports of the event. She avoided looking at the ones where it showed Don’s body. “I’ve never handled cases well from the past. It’s harder to decide what’s the truth when the scene in no longer tangible except in pictures. It’s not enough.”
Clay grunted. “It doesn’t help that I believed I was guilty.”
Cassie gave a sideways glance at him and sighed. Not only was this a soft spot for her, but for Clay as well. The guilt, the regret. “Please don’t, don’t be like that.”
“Be like what? Do you honestly think that if I knew I hadn’t killed him, I would have gone to extremes that I did? I may have been a criminal, but I was never a killer. “
“I know that,” Cassie whispered, “I know what you went through.”
“Do you?” he said quite cold, but normal for him.
She walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder. “When I shot you. When I thought I had killed you. It changes who you are. To know that you’re still alive and that you’re actually quite the good guy, it makes me smile.”
Clay gently pulled the folder from Cassie’s hand, giving her a sideways curl of the lips. “We have to analyze these?” Cassie nodded, and so Clay began to flip through until he got shots from the buildings across the street. There were a series of them, a broken window, the one he’d jumped out of as soon as Cassie had entered, and the buildings and windows across the street. They’d been empty then and even after four years, were still barren.
One picture caught his attention, jus the slightest change in the curtain, as if a breeze from a door opening had triggered it. He peered closer, comparing two pictures—one before the change and one after. No one would have been able to see that change had they not been looking with such keen eyes. Back then, it was pointless to analyze the background since Clay was the most obvious suspect. He was about to say something to Cassie when the roar of engines came up from behind them. Shocked, Clay turned around dropping the folder to the streets below, pictures flowing this way in that. He cursed under his breath and almost instinctively moved forward keeping Cassie behind him, but she was determined not to be protected.
“I’m not a child.” He imagined her saying had this not been a serious situation.
The door swung open from the black and a familiar looking face gave Clay a warm welcoming smile.
“Harley,” Clay growled, “what brings you here?”
He shrugged, holding up both hands as if it were a game. “I heard you were claiming innocent about being a murderer? I told you dear, he doesn’t have the guts to kill a person.”
The anger was building in Clay, his eyes narrowing, his brows furrowing, and his fists clenching at his sides until his knuckles were white. “I. Am. Innocent.”
Clay Harrison pounced. He tackled Harley to the ground, and Cassie, horrified, watched from the sidelines as the two punched and kicked until they were bleeding all over. She rushed towards Clay and pulled him up, practically dragging him away.
“Stop it, Cas! CAS!” He wanted more of Harley, his death for sure.
But before Clay could get out any more wishes, a woman rushed from the black van to come to Harley’s aid.
“Leanne,” Clay hissed, wiping the blood from his nose and mouth. “Should have known you’d be here too.” He reached for his gun, sliding away from Cassie’s grip, and pointing it directly at her. “You’ve done a lot to me, to my family, Timmy-boy, whatever you did to him, it killed him in the end.”
Cassie noticed her jaw had clenched at Tim’s name. “Clay,” she hissed in his ear, “we don’t need another fight.”
“Try me,” he retorted, readying himself to cock the safety back.
“You kill me, Clay, and you’ll be a killer. No matter how much you delude yourself into thinking that you’re not, you ar—“
He tossed the gun away and tried to leap at her, but Leanne was fast, already expecting this. She side stepped, and tripped him, and for good measure kicked him in the gut with her boots. Clay groaned.
“CLAY!” Cassie was about to rush to him when she heard the sound of a loaded and ready to fire gun. She turned her head to see Harley laughing, pointing the gun right at her.
“Move and I’ll shoot you, because unlike your boyfriend, I am a murderer.”
Leanne smiled and waved to the van as several burly uniformed men came out, all holding up their own weapons. Cassie paled, feeling trapped and defenseless. Her gun was in the glove compartment, but it was already too far and difficult for her to grab all the while trying to dodge bullets. She stayed where she was until, at last, something happened.
Clay had played actor when he was lying on the floor, and just as quietly, slipped beneath the van unnoticed by both Leanne and Harley. Even Cassie who was looking at him moments ago lost track. It wasn’t until there were groans and the loud thuds of men hitting cement; the guards disappearing, did they realize Clay was no longer there. Clay was even able to knock the gun out of Harley’s hand as he snuck up behind him, only to receive a bloody punch from his enemy. Clay staggered back, but remained on his feet.
“I won’t kill you, Harley, but I’ll make you regret ever living.” And so the chase began there. Harley went for the exit, screaming for the remaining minions (there was only one) to either shoot the girl, or Clay, or move into action and grab the plans.
The man shot once--before disappearing with Harley--nearly hitting Cassie, but she dove and hid behind a pillar, looking out where the fallen gun had gone.
Now it was a chase between who would get the weapon first—Leanne or Cassie?
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We want the grou to end up at that masquerade, right? So we send Nika and Kari in undercover (We'll need to come up with a reason as to why Kari and Clay aren't teamed up.) They go to the masquerade and somehow Clay and Cassie get seperated. CAssie has a mystery dance (her partner woul be Jack/Tony in disguise) and then she ends up getting kind-of kidnapped-- they only take her inside the house/place/room/garage/where ever. They try to poison her, but Jack steps in and saves her . then they could have their little mini-moment, and then they'd go on with their hunt? We could say that Clay's position had been comprimised and there's a minion--a deadly one-- coming after Clay, so clay has to stay all shut up in his apartment. Meanwhile, Kari gets sick from the drugs (from the party) sooo we can have som Klari stuff. Then we couold even have a bit of a fight between clay and Cassie, 'cause clay would feel bad about Kari being sick and Cassie, though understand would want his help in cracking the case, but he would refuse to leave her side (ok, so maybe he'd be in HQ hospital). Cassie goes home and Jack's waiting for her, beat to pieces because he had been out tracking the man that was going to kill clay/her. we could have a Jass (Jack/Cass?) moment. then he leaves in the morning and Cassie is brilliant and starts to solve the case with a little info that Jack had brought. She drags clay away from Kari and the two track down the bad guy and get the antidote, volia, the end of whatever part we're on?
How does that sound?
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Like, seriously, I want to take it to TNT and sell it.
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http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
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So I went to find a suitable picture for Kari--I was just planning on finding one of the same girl that's there right now, but she ended up looking quite different than I thought she would--and I ended up with too many pictures and they all fit. Whoops. So I give you: the many faces of Kari that I need to dwindle down into one.
http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/201... the one right now)
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/201...
http://missmarjorie.deviantart.com/ar... (I never imagined her as a redhead, but when I saw this...)
http://paranoiceyes.deviantart.com/ar...
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/201...
http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/201...
...I'm insane. I know. Don't judge.
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((Hmm, maybe Daneel Hariss as Kari? She might be a stretch though for the character.))
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So I went to go edit the picture and I decided to do something a little different and I spent about hour/hour and a half and when I went to save it, it deleted it. GREAT. aghhhh.
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So they're going to a building which is eerily similar to the set up of the bank--this is done for psychological uses. Malcolm wanted to base there for if the case came to it that both Cassie/Clay would be there, so really it's a coincidence meant to mess with their heads.
In an earlier post I had Malcolm pull out either the 'antidote' or the 'virus' from his drawer. It's the virus. He was planning on giving himself a high dosage of the stuff if anyone came to steal the antidote (the antidote--well, that's the million dollar question now isn't it? Its needs to be clever, but being me, I'm terrible at being clever. What I'm thinking is that the virus itself originated from the Doc himself (he had some genetic mutation that could cause it) and he mass produced it with Lester as an investment. In any case, like being bit by a snake, the only way to cure it is to take the venom from the snake and create an anti-venom. The same goes with the blood. Malcolm killing himself is like...well, I don't know. A sign maybe? He realizes that he's dying anyway and he liked killed so many people as it is--however, there needs something that will push him to that point of killing himself.
Hence, why we have that bank scene. There NEEDS to be like a legit Classie moment. Both of them are still on edge with each other. Clay just had his moment of "I don't really need Cassie--I have Kari" and we all know that Klary is indeed perfect, but we also have Cassie who is trying to repress every feeling she has ever had toward Clay (both good and bad) and so she's mixed. Clay may have his closure, but Cassie doesn't.
Now we bring in Harley, our lovely catalyst. We already planned that he was the one to frame Clay for Don's death (why exactly he killed Don and framed Clay, I don't think we've worked that out yet) but I'm sure there can be a showdown between them. In any case, Harley could (now Crazy, this is all up to you how/if you want to do it) that he hints that Don dying was his doing.
Now, back to Cassie, the room she's in with Malcolm parallels the room where Don was shot in. This would spark Clay to rush to Cassie to 1) tell her that he may not have done it and 2) realize that it was all a set up--they would be pretty smart to realize why the set up is the bank and that it wasn't a coincidence for them.
NOW IF THERE IS ANY CONFUSION OR IF ANYONE WANTS TO ADD ANYTHING GO AHEAD BECAUSE I JUST MADE THIS UP ON THE SPOT LIKE I THINK I'M JITTERY OFF ALL THE COFFEE
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anyway, i think i'm a lil confused with all of the information...? what exactly are we doing? cause reading it, I some the brilliant ideas, but not a set plan....?
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Is that the basic jest?
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So...what the heck're we doing? xD