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Oct-16-2008 11:19

Makensie has been around awhile in Sleuthville, minus the long break she took for a much needed vacation, and she remembers this place to be alot of hustle and bustle, detectives walking all over the place, working on their current case. Now, she knows that times do change, and it is still a wonderful place, but, dammit, she wants to get this place hoppin' again.

She walks along the sidewalk, starts to take out a cigarette, then looks at it, decides she is done smoking,until the next time she gets the urge, and flips the unlit cigarette on the ground.

"That'll cost ya, Ms Brewer", a male voice says. Oh BROTHER, what NOW, she thinks, as she rolls her eyes, turning toward the voice. "Shady, you miserable bastard. What, are you charging for littering now?", Makensie says. Shady laughs in his disgusting, husky, smoke-too-many-cigarettes laugh, and replies, "You are the law arent you, Ms Brewer? Do you like breaking your own laws?" Makensie laughed, and says, "I dont give a rats ASS who throws what on the ground, Im too busy doing other things" He looks at her, smiles, saying, "Yes, like working toward trying to pay your falsie off. Oh I just love to see you detectives running around working your ass for ME." He turns from side to side, then says, "Hmmm, doesnt seem to be as busy though. Could it be that I finally broke every detective of their money? Is it possible I ran them straight out of business? Wouldn't that be a pity?" Makensie frowns, and says, "In your dreams, you slime ball"

"Yes, in your dreams, slime ball", a female voice says behind him. A shot rang out, as Makensie jumped in surprise and shock, & starts looking behind Shady to see who got shot. Then, all of a sudden, Shady looks at Makensie, and says, "I've been hit! I cant believe it...some twerp actually shot the person who is needed so much!" Makensie growls, not wanting to save this idiot, but he was right, we do need him, even if we hate to admit it, so, she runs to a pay

Nov-5-2008 05:38

Topkebab was making her way to the Tricky Mister for a well deserved "mingle with the locals". It was getting late, the wind was picking up, and as she passed the beauty parlour she noticed Bonelady inside. "That's strange" thought TK "what on earth is Bonelady doing peeking out of the window like that?" Her curiosity was piqued, and besides, TK didn't like to walk into a bar on her own, so she went into the salon.

"Hi Bonelady, what are you doing peeking out of the window?" she asked.

"SSHHHHHHH", shushed Bonelady (TK frowned), "there is a certain person outside that I don't want to meet on my way out".

"Who? The only people outside is a detective, I think he's from Obelisk Inc, and someone waiting for the bus." TK replied.

Bonelady straightened up. "Oh, really, um... brick isn't there?" TK shook her head and Bonelady grinned. "Great, lets get out of here before he... um, before happy hour ends!"

"You read my mind!" exclaimed TK "let's get in a few drinks, and I think Cyrus has a book I need to get." TK grabbed Bonelady's hand and almost dragged her out of the salon.

"Hey quit pulling so hard!" Bonelady protested as they hurried down the street and turned into the Tricky Mister. TK chuckled at that, since Bonelady wasn't one to hide her enthusiasm when she got in the mood.

TK ordered a sidecar, and as she looked around she spotted a few familiar faces.

Dec-8-2008 12:36

Luc was walking down the street, minding his own business when it happened. The voice from below. "Hey, can you help me?" Luc's father had always warned him this day would come. He'd been a strict god-fearing man, who'd said more than once, 'You live a good life! I don't want to find out one day that my son didn't get into heaven because he'd done something silly. Or worse yet, stupid!' While Luc would be the first to admit he hadn't been the perfect little angel, he hadn't thought he'd been that bad. Yet. So either his father had gotten his directions wrong (he'd said the voice would come from above), or the voice wasn't from the here-after. Luc thought the latter was more likely to be right, so he did a trick he'd picked up as a kid while learning to track (oddly enough, from his mother). He followed the sound with his eyes. Down and to the right. Ah ha! There it was.

"Hey! Can you help me?" The top section of a man's face was peeking out from a ventilation window someone had put in the coal cellar of one of a set of row houses. He was grimy and desperate-looking, but seemed quite human.

Luc stepped over to that little hole looking out on the world and asked the man what was up. The man answered that a few weeks before, someone had shot him and then kidnapped him. "Are you still bleeding?" Luc asked. No, the man replied; but the men who'd kidnapped him had kept him locked in this cellar ever since they'd shot him. A few minutes before he'd slipped the ropes they'd tied him up with and now he was trying to find a way out of that coal cellar. "Ok" Luc told him, "hang on. I'll try to find a way in."

Dec-8-2008 12:37

Luc looked up and down the block for a set of stairs leading down to the lower level. Nothing. He went back over to the man peeking up from the coal cellar and asked him if he knew how to get into the building. "I'm not sure", the man replied, "but when they come in here, they always come in from the other side of the building. I tried getting out that way, but the door leading out of this room is locked and I can't get through it." Luc told the man to give him a minute, he was going to check the other side of the building out but he'd be back. "Please hurry" the man pleaded, "I'm not sure when they'll be back."

At that, Luc turned on his heel and started jogging up the block and around two corners. At about the same area down the block where he thought he'd encountered the man, sure enough there was a set of stairs with a thick wooden door at the bottom. Luc quickly climbed down the stairs and tried the door. Locked, and there was a bolt lock attached to the bottom of the door going down into the concrete beneath. Luc tried lifting the bolt and then forcing the door. No luck. It looked like there was another bolt lock on the other side of the door and someone had slid that bolt down too. Great. This door was going to take more hands to force than Luc had. Time to go for reinforcements. He ran back up the stairs and around the block again.

"Ok" Luc told the man. "I think I've found the right door into there but it's bolted from the inside. I'm going to go get some help to get you out of there."

"Please hurry" the man cried again. "I don't know when those men will be back and after all this time, I'm not even sure anyone's looking for me anymore."
Something about that last statement clicked the gears in Luc's mind into motion. "Are you Shady?" he asked.

Dec-8-2008 12:38

"YES!!! YES!!! I'm Shady!! Do you know about me? Is anyone looking for me? I want to go home" he babbled uncontrollably.

Ok. Ok. It's all right. Yes, people are still looking for you. We've found you and we're going to get you out. Just give me a few minutes to get some help", Luc told him reassuringly.

"Please hurry! I don't know when they're coming back!" Shady's plea echoed in Luc's ears as he ran off down the block in the other direction. No wonder the man had begun to sound more and more frantic each time he'd reiterated his plea. There was a police station a few blocks over and a block down. The boys there better be able to help him, Luc thought to himself, Shady's running out of time.



Luc reached the police station and eventually managed to convince some of the officers that he wasn't a crackpot off his rocker. Someone really did need help. About twenty five minutes after he'd left, Luc returned to the house's cellar steps, this time with five big beefy boys in blue. In short order, they'd forced the door and began inspecting the house's cellars. They found the room where Shady had been. No Shady. They found the chair he'd been tied to and the ropes he'd slipped. It had been overturned, along with one of two other chairs and a small table. The remnants of a pack of cards were scattered all over the floor. Shady hadn't gone quietly. "Damn" Luc said to himself, "that guy owed me another pair of shoes."

Dec-8-2008 12:38

As he was looking around the place trying to find any other clues he could about the men who'd taken Shady, Luc found something odd. Next to where the table had stood, Luc found a pile of what he recognized as peanut shells. They were too far away from Shady's chair to be his, so they must have been cracked by one of his captors. Luc didn't know how it would be in the future, but in this day and age, you didn't find unshelled peanuts outside of a big-top circus or ballpark. He bent down, picked up one of the shells and licked it. Nope. Didn't taste like the ones he'd had at the ball park; there was some other spice underlying the salt taste. These peanuts hadn't come from the ball park or the circus. Someone liked peanuts enough to roast their own. Luc hadn't been in New York for long, but he knew from what he'd seen that this was unusual. And knowing something unusual about the person he was tracking made it all the easier to find him.

Dec-9-2008 13:10

Luc decided to take the subway home after being grilled for several hours by the police on what he'd seen and done. Walking home was too risky for having some other misadventure occur and he was tired. Fortunately, the walk from the station to his apartment building was uneventful; and when he arrived at the front of his building, he decided that he just wasn't in the mood to go up to his flat yet. So he turned around and headed to the Tricky Mister.

He ordered a beer and started talking to Cyrus, the Bartender. He thought that Cyrus should know that his friend was alive, if not exactly well. Cyrus' normal inscrutable expression changed only a millimeter, if that; but he did reply back that he would pass the word around. Luc then asked Cyrus to try to get a message to Makensie Brewer. While Luc didn't know who the head honcho she was looking for was, I did know that he was employing at least one person who had a BIG hankering for peanuts. So maybe that would stir a memory or give her a new lead.

After he finished his beer, Luc headed home. Since he hadn't had any sleep for a couple of days, he full expected that another character like the Bonelady would coming banging down his door at 3 a.m. Hopefully he could get at least a couple hours sleep before the next calamity came barreling into his life.