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Jan-27-2008 05:59

Coughing, the sensation of falling through a roof and feeling the cold water pass on your back.

Opening his eyes, he saw the gleam of the sun on his head, the waves of the water below him and sand between his fingers.

Sitting up as though he would die if he didn't, he saw he was on a beach, a private one by the looks of it. It was clear as day, no people coming up and down to wade in the beach's cool waters.

He immediately grabbed around his neck, checking for it, but to no avail. The amulet was gone.

"Dear brotherhood that was from Thaddeus, blast it!" he said to himself.

Standing up, he looked quietly for the street, seeing it behind a gate, he marched off, wet as usual. For some reason, he remembered this happening some time ago, though he couldn't remember when.

"Excuse me sir," he said, stopping a casual man walking along, "what date is it?"

The man looked flabbergasted for a few seconds, seeing the formality of a man who looked as though he just came from the navy.

"February 10th sir, and I must say it is not the season to be out frolicking in the waters." The man strode off, talking to himself about the cold and the winter.

"So I was at sea for nine months, well that woman sure knows how to keep a man tied up."

For all Arsenio knew, in the New York cold, it would be a long day.

Jan-29-2008 01:46

"Ah! Where did I hide it?" Arsenio said drastically, searching his known places of storage, "blast it! Don't tell me that woman took it!"

He opened the door of his office and, without even a slight piece of surprise in his face, found it in ruins. It looked as though literally everything has been searched. The desk was turn sideways, the wardrobe was on the ground and his chair was broken in half.

"Oh no," Arsenio said to himself, seeing the open compartment on the back of his wardrobe. Going over there immediately (tripping once due to the littered pieces of paper), he found it empty except for a small box where which he usually kept his information.

"Blast it!" he said to himself. He kicked the wardrobe out of plain fury. He pulled his revolver out of his pocket and checked the ammunition, two bullets. He went over to his coat stand which didn't seem to be touched, he pushed it aside and shot the wood under it, a small hole immediately showed, he used the hole to open a small box-sized compartment where he kept a small case.

Opening it, he found it still intact with all his savings and spent a minute counting them.

"Twelve-thousand dollars, this should be more than enough." He took out his bill fold and placed the money inside and walked out the room, not sure if he'll return to that place or not.