David Adams
Red-Nosed
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Mar-27-2007 21:12
A roaming speakeasy, where the jazz is hot, the liquor flows freely, and the only way in is to find a certain rat-faced, sleazily dressed Twerp of a stoolie and beg him for directions. For a price, of course....
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Violet Parr
Thespian
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Mar-28-2007 00:09
A man approached Breit with an envelope in his left hand.
Breit stopped her vibrant conversation and turned to the man with an enquiring glare. The man approached her to whisper some words in her ear, but as she recoiled he realised he would have to speak up.
“Telegram for Mr. David-”
“Who’s it from?”
“Shanghai…”
“I’ll take it thank you.” Breit grabbed the telegram from the messenger’s hand, and, as she ripped the envelope open and proceeded to read the telegram, she did not even notice him blend back into the crowds:
TO DAVE STOP
GEORGES NOT AFTER STOP
BARRY GRANT STOP
I AM IN SHANGHAI STOP
WILL BE IN TOUCH STOP
VIOLET PARR STOP
Breit, appearing concerned, quickly hid the telegram into the folds of her dress.
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