Sebtana as Clue
Santana Lopez as Miss Scarlet:She’s the bold, brash, beautiful bombshell. She’s the actress who’s career is slowly toppling on it’s self. She’s an “old” friend of Will Shuester (aka Mister Boddy). So what if she’s down on her luck, doesn’t mean she’d murder someone right? That pretty little face wouldn’t last long in prison.Sebastian Smythe as Professor Plum:
He’s the suave, intelligent, and arrogant professor at Yale. He’s young and a little absent minded. He’s always working on projects and tends to get into trouble with the mob. He’s the college buddy, the one that Mister Shuester was closest too. Why would he kill his best friend and ex-roommate? He couldn’t be that down on his luck, could he? He’s too arrogant for a state penitentiary.
Mister Shuester is dead. Someone is behind on these murders and these two might be the keys to discovering the truth. One of them might of killed him themselves. Who done it? And why?
Do you have enough clues to prove them innocent, or are these two rotten and guilty?
Sebtana as Clue
Santana Lopez as Miss Scarlet:
She’s the bold, brash, beautiful bombshell. She’s the actress who’s career is slowly toppling on it’s self. She’s an “old” friend of Will Shuester (aka Mister Boddy). So what if she’s down on her luck, doesn’t mean she’d murder someone right? That pretty little face wouldn’t last long in prison.
Sebastian Smythe as Professor Plum:
He’s the suave, intelligent, and arrogant professor at Yale. He’s young and a little absent minded. He’s always working on projects and tends to get into trouble with the mob. He’s the college buddy, the one that Mister Shuester was closest too. Why would he kill his best friend and ex-roommate? He couldn’t be that down on his luck, could he? He’s too arrogant for a state penitentiary.
Mister Shuester is dead. Someone is behind on these murders and these two might be the keys to discovering the truth. One of them might of killed him themselves. Who done it? And why?
Do you have enough clues to prove them innocent, or are these two rotten and guilty?
Who are you to make me feel so good?
Who are we to tell ourselves that we’re misunderstood?
Oh, who am I to say I’m always yours?
Santana sauntered into the room. Her heels clicked, her hips swayed and she was dressed to kill. Sebastian turned at the sound. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. “What brings you here?”
She gave him a small smile before pulling out her gun. “Why else would I be here?”
Sebastian just smiled and straightened his tie. His hand went to hers slowly and put the gun to her side. “You don’t want to do that sweetheart.” She pulled his tie and brought his face to hers. “You know you’d miss me too much.” His lips pressed to hers roughly.
Santana wasn’t going to succumb that quickly. She pushed him back onto the table behind him. “Watch it Smythe. I’m not in the mood.” He took a seat a watched her. Her skirt was accentuating her wonderful curves; the little leg that was shown made him smirk. Her breasts were held tightly by the jacket and the hat just gave her the mobster motif.
“You play the role so well.” He tossed his head back in a laugh and undid his tie. “For not being in the mood you seem to dress as if to tease me. Santana, are you trying to make me go crazy?”
“It’s all about the sex with you isn’t it?” She stepped within arm’s reach and he pulled her waist closer to him.
“Would you rather me love you?” He joked.
“Gross Asshole.” She rolled her eyes and undid the buttons on her blazer slowly. “I hate you.”
“I loathe you.” He smirked. He grabbed her neck and pulled her face to his. He kissed her hard.
This was so wrong, on so many levels. But, sadly, she loved it.
Klaroline: Roaring 20’s
Caroline braced herself. You can do it. She messed with the pearl necklace.
“Can I be of any assistance?” Klaus’s voice was soft. She nodded and he took the necklace in his hands. “Hair.” He whispered in her ear. The moisture lingering on her earlobe. She pulled her hair up haphazardly. His fingers clasped the lock flawlessly; they trailed down her neck lightly touching her pulse point.
It had only been month since she’d started working at Gloria’s. Klaus was always here. Shrouded in mystery, always watching her from his table. “Sing for me.”
She smiled facing him. “Any Requests?”
Mercenary: Klaroline AU-
Caroline is a hit-women for hire. She’s a mercenary, a thief and an expert in the Supernatural. She’s hired by Stefan Salvatore to take out Klaus. She was hired to kill an original vampire, she wasn’t hired to fall in love with him.
“Humor me?” Klaus asked the blonde carefully stealing the seat next to her. She gave him the look to continue. “Why is such a beautiful creature doing out here?”
She glared at him and finished her cigarette. “You know, a lot of women find you attractive, I find you just annoying.” She stood and dusted off her dress. “Don’t think I forgot that I’m supposed to kill you.”
“Never.” He chuckled. “Caroline…” His voice pulled her back. “What do you say to leaving this humdrum party?”
“Not in your afterlife time.” She chuckled. He watched her walk away from him a smirk glued onto his handsome face.
