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Locksher Meshol
Locksher Meshol

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.

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Roland Mckade
Roland Mckade

Jul-31-2007 18:37

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

Lemuel H. Caution
Lemuel H. Caution

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.



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