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Mar-23-2007 09:30

Tha wind blew his hat of his head. A newspaper swept around his anckle. Locksher Meshol arrived in New York at last.
He recieved a letter from Violet that help was needed in the criminal streets of New York. As Locksher was a well respected detective from the Netherlands and he didn't speek English everyday, he had spend the entire journey trying to meet only English speaking people, so he wouldn't be embarrising himself when talking to people in New York.
Het was now walking the streets of New York in search of the agency Violet told him to meet her. As the wind blew he ran after his hat with the newspaper still wrapped around his anckle. Finally he got his hat back and he decided to hold it instead of putting it back on his head. He reached out to grab the newspaper and get it of his anckle. As he did just that his eye fell on the header on the front page. It said: "New York get's tired of foreigners." Oh my goodness Sherlock thought. I am a foreigner and in New York, they will recognize my accent and lynch me. At that moment an automobile past Locksher by. Locksher looked at it and saw a couple in it. He made eyecontact with the woman. She talked to the man behind the wheel and the automobile stopped. The lady got out and started walking towards Locksher. She said: "You are Locksher Meshol, aren't you?" Locksher said:"Who wants to know?" The lady replied:"Joanna Fisherman, I was supposed to pick you up." She told me to get in the automobile and she would drive him to the hotel where he was going to stay. After half an hour Locksher asked if they where almost there. The lady replied that he must be patient. So Locksher tried to relax but he couldn't help himself for being suspicious. Another 10 minutes later the man stopped the car and Joanna invited Locksher to have a cup of thea and maybe a bite to eat at the restarant they were standing in front of. Locksher liked that because he was hungry and thirsty.

Mar-23-2007 09:36

After they had a small meal and some drinks they decided it was time to move on. When Locksher sat in the car he felt wierd, he started feeling dizzy and he had a heavy feeling in his head. He couldn't keep his eyes open and finally he fell asleep. As he woke up he was tied to a bed and couldn't move, his sight was blurry but he saw someone standing at the end of the bed he laid on. He couldn't tell if it was a woman or man, he just knew it wasn't right. His skills were being tested in a rather unusual way. He heard footsteps in the hallway and then the door slammed open, another blurry person entered the room. What was going to happen? Who were these people and what did they want from him?

Mar-23-2007 09:43

Arsenio walked along the streets of New York to a boy selling newspapers.

5 minutes of walking and he was lucky to come across one. Arsenio flung him a dime and read the news. " 'New York get's tired of foreigners.' Why would people get tired of foreigners? They have as much right to come to New York as us going to their country."

One man overheard him and went over to talk to him. "You say that people here shouldn't get tired of foreigners? Then by far your correct!" The man shouted as he walked on.

"HE IS CORRECT!"

Arsenio went to the street of his home to see an automobile passing by. Arsenio was able to glimpse a familiar face in it. "Joanna?" Arsenio said to himself as he stopped in his tracks. "Nah..."

Arsenio sat down for a good cup of coffee whilst reading more of the newspaper. " 'Foreigners from Europe expected to be associated with Detectives and Private Investigators.' Yeah right now THIS is not correct. IT IS NOT CORRECT! Hehe..." Arsenio shouted to himself remembering the man who came along him and went up to get a nice long hot bath.

A few hours later Arsenio recieved a visitor in his house, wondering who it is he took his revolver, put it in his pocket and opened the door. "Arsenio Armas?" said a man standing in his doorway. "Yes, and you are?"

"Marcus Cairn I'm here in request of an interview of your associations with foreign affairs?"

Mar-26-2007 22:35

Raceal2 looked at Locksher. He shook his head. He felt bad that their first meeting would be a bad one, but he needed facts and now. He took another smoke, needing to relieve some tension. Joanna stood at his side, crying. "You got who you wanted, now let me and my father go!" Raceal2 blew a puff of smoke in her face. "Calm down, sweetcakes," he said, menacingly. "I'll let him go, just like I promised. He's in the bathroom down the hall." Joanna turned around to exit but Raceal2 gave her a hard hit in the head, knocking her out. He chuckled to himself. "Poor broad," he thought. "I already let her father go. Oh well. Now that the two players are in the room, time to start the game. If I'm right, we should find out where he's hiding once and for all." He left the room, locking it.

Mar-27-2007 07:47

As Locksher slowly started to come around, his sight became better and he did see clearly right on time. He did see that a man he didn't meet before slapped Joanna over the head. She fell to the floor and the man left the room. Locksher heard that the door was being locked and started to worry even more. He was still tied to the bed and he tried to call out to Joanna but he noticed that his mouth was being stuffed with a cloth and ropes held it in place. He felt helpless. Joanna slowly came around and as she stood up, she asked herself loudly:"Where am I?" Locksher wanted to answer but he couldn't. As Joanna turned around she saw Locksher tied to the bed and hastely started to untie the ropes that held the cloth in place and she gently removed the cloth. Joanna asked Locksher what was going on. Locksher replied:"I wish I knew." Joanna asked Locksher several questions which proved to him that the blow in the head had done more damage then he thought. Joanna seemed to have lost her memorie and Locksher saw his chance. He convinced Joanna that she was his wife and that she had to untie him. And so she did. They looked for a way out of this room. Suddenly Locksher whispered to Joanna, tie me loosely to the bed again and lay yourself down on the floor again, I hear footsteps comming this way.

Jul-6-2007 23:24

Senoritaclara steps off the plane and begins stretching her legs as she walks up the tunnel into the airport. She pauses just before the opening around the corner, elegantly throws a scarf around her neck and fluffs her hair before making her entrance. She sashays into the room with a coquettish smile... before something made her come to a halt. "Horsefeathers!" she exclaims, bending down too quickly to see what was stuck to her best high heels. Her bag she had slung over her shoulder fell to the ground, spilling it's contents on the floor, including the mysterious invitation she had received in the post inviting her to New York and a now smashed perfume bottle. "So much for new city good luck", she mumbled to herself, picking the chewing gum off her shoe.

Jul-31-2007 18:37

As she did this it came to her..."i got it." she mumbled "I GOT IT!"

Aug-1-2007 20:51

"I hope she`s not the one. God, don`t let me down on this one, I know I`m one of your favourite children, I know I ask you a lot every day, but please, not her!"

In the middle of the waiting room was a bench. One single person sat in it, his back facing the entrance. All dressed up in his trenchcoat, holding a once classy hat in his lap, Lemuel H. Caution - Lemmy for a small number of close friends - lighted another cigarette. A cloud of smoke rose above him in the next seconds, just like a cloud of volcanic ash above the Kilauea mountain.