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Sleuth Admin
Tale Spinner

Feb-17-2007 10:38
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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-15-2009 03:10

Joseph Zoe took sip of whiskey and started to mingle with others in the room. He casually waved at Ben and bowed in his direction, thanking him.

He told others about his parallel life in both Noir and Shades, and the wonderful 'time period jumping'. Others were confused by his accounts, but Joseph and smiled and let it be.

Anais Nin
Anais Nin
Thespian

Feb-15-2009 10:45

"Oh my goodness! Looks at all these people!" I said to myself, "Seems to be more going on in the past than my usual present."

Just then, I spotted Joseph Zeo. I waved, happy to see a familiar face sharing in the time jump with me. He gave me a blank look.

'I changed my name! Forgot about that!' I thought.

So, I just went and started talking everyone's ears off, getting to know everyone.

Katerina Haslette
Katerina Haslette

Sep-6-2009 16:17

Katerina curtsies to her fellow actors. Then she walks up to Sleuth Admin. She kisses him on both cheeks. She suddenly turns red in the face realising that she doesnt know weather or not they are a mobster or not. Katerina being the dauter of a crime family don, kissing folks on the cheek comes almost automatacly. She paciently waits for something to happen...

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Sep-6-2009 16:37

Vulkie enters the room and looks around. She sees Anais Nin and Joseph Zeo,two best friends of her.

She grabs a bottle of liqour out of her purse,takes a sip,and sits in a chair opposite of the two best friends she has here in Noir (Also in shades ^^)

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain
Thespian

Oct-20-2009 11:50

Charlie Cain comes in out of the cold fall evening. He looks around the room full of new faces and old friends. He tips his hat to Reese and nods over to JZ, Anais Nin, and Vulkie.

Charlie walks over to a empty table in the back corner and sits down. Facing all in attendance, hey no one wants a bullet in the back for some long forgotten slight. He lights up a cigarette and orders 3 fingers of 12 year old bourbon.

Charlie then removes his hat and trench coat, revealing his custom 38. special and his trademark dagger.

CrystalCrayon
CrystalCrayon

Feb-5-2010 19:38

She buttoned her Black Trench Coat. Checking her Golden Turban to make sure it was tight enough on her head, she laced up her Black Lace Ups. As she looked out of the windowpane, kneeling because the window was placed at such a low height, she saw that it was raining.

Crystal-- no, in this story, we shall call her by her real name, Jonquil. Jonquil had a husband, Mnemosyne. Of course, he was not really the Greek god. He was just an ordinary man named Mnemosyne. He could create fire by whispering a word that no one but himself knew of.

Jonquil grabbed a grey umbrella, a briefcase, and went outside. She saw a stage, with many people on it. She preferred to remain private and not show her face in public, so she shielded it with the umbrella, and managed to look like a grey leaf.

Eventually, the stage got dull and boring, and it was time to leave. She did so, politely.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Feb-14-2010 09:04

Detective Marc Lacrimosa sat at the farthest table in the in the left hand corner of the room, which sat in the shadows. On his table he had his own bottle of bourbon aged 40 years. He sat in the shadows taking shots every few minutes of his bourbon.

As he sat there, he eyed all the people that would walk in from the snow outside. He didn't give them an evil eye. No, he just looked at them as they came in. Then he would go back to drinking to get the memories of fighting in the First World War out of his head.

Dellilah
Dellilah
Well-Connected

Feb-22-2010 22:19

The woman known only as Dellilah stepped hesitantly into the room, her wooden-heeled shoes making a loud clack-clack-clack at the floor. She found the place too crowded for her liking; but having heard somewhere that a gathering of important people was ongoing, she decided to stay and see it for herself.

Her observing glance jumped from one face to another. She knew no one here, and perhaps no one here had heard of her either, and that was excellent. From a comfortable corner, away from the sights of many, she saw jewelry and makeup, tall hairdos, metal-tipped canes and dark Hungarian moustaches.

Many of these people seemed smart and opulent, and deliciously attractive. Dellilah had considered wearing an uninteresting frock, but was thankful she had donned her best attire, an emerald green gown that she had custom made from Paris.

She helped herself to some champagne from one of the tables, not minding whose it really was. The owner may become angry at her, but that was perfectly fine. No better way to catch another person's attention than through his (or her) temper.

Casually, she sat herself at another table, and watched the people going about. For the first time in many months, she was stumped about where to start. So many beautiful people, so little time. Whose heart was she going to shatter first?

Norah Noir
Norah Noir

Apr-6-2011 12:34

There are days, and there are days, I tell myself as I duck through the crowd. Ex-cops and smugglers, tradesmen and socialites-- and a few other snoops like me. I notice a famous jazz singer deep in conversation with a dapper old gent who looks just off the boat from the old country. Tonight, everyone's here.

Which would be great, if I wasn't looking for someone. But I got a tip from Larry that she was here. He may be an outrageously creative extortionist-- and sorely in need of a bath-- but in my line of work, you get good at judging people's characters, or what they have of one. Larry wasn't lying. She's here. She's got to be.

Back when I was an investigative reporter, before the story that was too big, that nobody wanted to read-- the one that got me thrown off the paper and nosing for truth on the streets-- I had a saying. When things got too hot, when I was running from the mob or avoiding another kidnap attempt, I'd remind myself that truth was a noble thing. Now, I'm not so sure. I see the damage people do to one another every day in Truth's name. I wonder if my job is more of a damage than a help.

But then I meet someone else who needs closure, or safety, or a reason to hold on. So I keep on. I keep searching, and finding out. I keep looking for that shred of comfort in a dark and discomforting world. And I remember that when I find it for them, maybe I'll find it for me, too.

She's here. She's got to be. Maybe I'll finally find her tonight.

But in the meantime, I'll catch up with a few people I know. I'll head to the bar and buy a decent drink. I'll find a seat in a corner somewhere, away from the bright lights, tinkling glasses and smooth jazz. Somewhere in the shadows, where the untold secrets wait.

And I'll watch these lonely people, drinking in happiness like fine, smooth whiskey while they have the chance.

Shaerken Changeheart
Shaerken Changeheart

Mar-11-2012 17:12

::One hand moved deftly, pushing aside a cobweb. The joint had definitely seen better times.

Dark eyes swept across the room::

**Well, lass, if no one decides to hire you as a gumshoe, perhaps you can get a job cleaning up here.**

::Turning slowly to take in the full view, a deep contralto luxuriated through the air::

"Aye, then .. anyone here?"

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