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Jan-20-2009 12:15

((In case you missed the other threads, check out: The USS Sleuthetania, the any location place ;), and The Expecting Miss Violet Parr.))

Ah, France. Not just France, but Paris, France.

Scarlett, Clift, Ace, and Vivienne decided to cut their wonderful trip to New York short. They had lost Violet, but they were to meet her when they got into Paris.

Clift picked up a newspaper. "MURDER IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT!" was emblazoned across the top of the page. Clift red it for a few moments as Ace chattered with Scarlett and Vivienne. They waited for Violet outside of a little cafe, knowing they'd be waiting for a while.

"Wow!" Clift interrupted his friends, "Guess who's dead?"
"Who?" Scarlett jumped.
"Joey Bane."
"Bane is dead?" Ace inquired.
"Apparently he murdered a man and was shot down by police."
"Who was the man?" Vivvy asked.
"I don't know. It doesn't go into it."
"What happened?" Scarlett asked.
"Foot pursuit on the docks. They shot him and he went over the rail into the ocean. They didn't find the body for several hours."

Just then, Violet's cab pulled up. The group hadn't yet reserved a table, so they grabbed one now.

"Remember, Ace." Scarlett asked, "No ketchup!"
"Ha ha ha." Ace mocked, "And no soda! Especially not in Italy."
"We are in France, not the boot of Europe." Violet spoke up from behind.
"Hey, Violetta!" Ace teased.
"Hey, Tonail." Everyone laughed at the comeback.

Jan-31-2009 03:18

Yousuf took a look around and sighed in disgust. It was very good to be hiding under a garbage drum but it was good for him. You can never underestimate your opponents no matter how powerful or expert you are.
'Now what should I do? I can't just go where Abdur Rahman is right now. Maybe these men were stupid but I'll be followed for sure and that might bring my friend and Mr. Bane's life in danger.
He thought for sometime and then started running until he reached a very crowded place.
'Alright, its about time!' he said to himself

Jan-31-2009 03:27

After a minute or two, the tall, young man walking in the streets had disappeared.
Yousuf grinned as he walked around as an old beggar. His disguise skills were very helping in situations like this. He walked there asking for money but his eyes were searching for those men who were following him. After spending an hour there, he realized his failure and stepped out. He tried to sense if someone was still tailing him but no one was behind him. Then, he walked towards their secret safe place.

Feb-1-2009 01:59

After spending all day in the cafe yoyo made his way to his favourite night time haunt. A night club run by the local mob. The thing that made this underground night club different from the others? This one was actually under the ground. Yoyo walked in and made is way to his booth. The room was rife with drugs, girls and old men with a lot of money to throw around.
He slumped onto a couch; today was his last day in Europe for a long long time. It was time to go to another part of the world, South America? East Asia? The Middle East? He had no idea where-the only thing he knew was where. Reaching out for some opium he fell into the trance of the night.

Feb-1-2009 06:54

*sometime around midnight, inside the mansion*

A few hours later Joey opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the drapes hanging from the top of the canopy bed he had crushed into. It took him several minutes to clear the fog in his mind and remember where he was and what he was doing there. Trying to get up he stumbled on one of the drapes that he apparently had used as a cover, and fell back down. “Damn…this French booze is starting to soften my feet” he grumbled setting himself free and finally raising up, grabbing on one of the bed’s posts. His eyes then fell upon the bottle of whiskey he had dropped on the floor. “Well…I guess one more won’t hurt so much. It’ll help clear my head a bit.”

He took a large sip straight from the bottle and threw a look out on the window, noticing it was already dark outside. “Damn, I slept like a log.” Discovering the pendulum clock on the wall, he started mumbling again, as his voice seemed to clear off: “Half past twelve…I guess Mr. Yoyo is already in his usual spot by now.”

Feb-1-2009 06:55

He left the room still slowly swinging on his feet to find Abdur. Upon searching the house for a few minutes he came to the conclusion that he was alone. “I guess he must’ve had business someplace else. After all, he ain’t the one hiding here.” Getting out of the house he remembered that he was in the middle of nowhere…and actually, since they came through the tunnels, he had no clue where he was. “Good at least there seems to be only one road out of here…” he mumbled. “Hmmm…I suppose a rich man’s house has got to have a rich man’s garage too. I ain’t feeling much like walking tonight.”

Indeed he managed to find the garage and inside it Bane was not surprised to find a luxury convertible white Cadillac. “Sweet…now this guy likes to ride in stile” he smiled, “but…it’s a bit too shiny for my needs.” Heading out on the garage’s back door he was pleasantly surprised to find a T model old Ford. It looked ragged and rusted, but the engine was still running. “This must be the butler’s car or something…” Bane said to himself climbing behind the wheel. “I guess he won’t mind if I ‘borrow’ it for tonight. Well, time to roll!” He slammed the door and took off.

Feb-1-2009 08:34

*half an hour later*

During his short stay in Paris, Bane had managed to discover that Yoyo was a regular customer of a certain underground opium parlor. It wasn’t the most luxurious joint, but it was run by the local mob and one could find everything at hand in there. No bother from the cops either, as you could meet the entire department in that rat hole. Joey parked in a dark alley and went in, tipping generously the big ape at the entrance. A tight and sleazy hallway was leading to the parlor’s main room downstairs.

Upon entering the door a man jumped practically in his face: “WHAT DO YOU WANT! WHAT DO YOU WISH! WHAT DO YOU LONG FOR IN YOUR LONELY NIGHTS?” It was more like a rhetorical yelling rather than a question, even though the man was staring right into Joey’s eyes. He was a strange looking picture…a middle age very thin man, with grey hair and a short clean beard, wearing what seemed to be a golden Turkish traditional outfit and a derby. His face was pale and his eyes wide open like a mad man’s.

“Well…I’d like my life back…and my dog. Seems none of these two things has any chance of happening any time soon though” answered Joey with an amused smile on his face.

Feb-1-2009 08:34

“RELAX! REVIGORATE AND RECOMPOSE!” the man yelled back at him raising his hands into a praising gesture. He turned around and seemed to walk away, then suddenly turned back with a finger pointed at Bane, almost poking him in the eye. “REPENT!” Joey was startled by his move, ducking his hand. His fighter instincts came in charge as he grabbed the man by the shoulders and threw him on a nearby couch. “Damn addicts” grumbled him in disgust. The man crouched on the sofa stringing his hands near his body, whispering thin: “I’m a mouse…I’m just a little white mouse…”

Bane started to make his way through the crowd looking like a bunch of zombies, carefully trying to avoid stepping on the ones who started the night a little sooner. At some point his attention was drawn towards a small Chinese man crouching somewhere between two chairs, knees to the chin and slowly swinging back and forth. He stepped a little closer to hear the man’s mumble: “Tewwegwams, tewwegwams, tewwegwams fwom Bawwy Gwant case…tewwegwams fwom Mw. Cwift Gawwet…tewwegwams…so many tewwegwams…have to delivew tewwegwams…no mowe tewwegwams, pwease…no mowe…”

Joey moved ahead mumbling for himself: “Damn…these things can really mess up one’s mind.” He stopped on his tracks upon noticing Yoyo in a booth, somewhere in the back.

Feb-1-2009 08:45

*the time Mr. Bane was relaxing*
Abdur Rahman, after thinking for sometime remembers who Yoyofoshow is. He knows about the adventurous mind of Mr. Yoyofoshow.
After joining all the clues, he reviews them.
Mr. Yoyofoshow is having some info regarding a case in the past. Mr. Bane was asked to get that information. Some criminals are also after the same information. Mr. Yoyofoshow is now underground. Mr. Bane just wants to clear his name. And now, what do I want to do?
He thought about the last thing for sometime, then he realized he could help Mr. Yoyofoshow and Mr. Bane by finding the notorious underground criminals.
As he put on his beret, someone knocked.
*Opens the door*
"Yousuf! Is that you?" he says as he looks at the old man holding a cane
"Nice guess! Or you might have known it from my cane. Anyways, I need to take a bath quick. I feel kinda dirty." replies Yousuf
"Alright, I'm leaving to find out the man who reported the police against Mr. Bane." Abdur Rahman says
"Looks like a deep case to me. I'm surprised you didn't ask why was I dressed like this." asks Yousuf
"You were attacked by those guys. You hid under the garbage drum. Later, when you felt you were being followed, you disguised yourself as a beggar." says Abdur Rahman
"Nice deduction! I would say you read the clues sticking one me." says Yousuf
"Yeah, after all, I'm your student." says Abdur Rahman
"Well, I got to go inside and you got to go outside." says Yousuf
And both depart

Feb-1-2009 09:00

*back in the opium parlor*

Joey had almost burst in laughter while looking at the picture that booth was presenting. Yoyo was sitting straight up, both hands on the table, one of them holding tight an opium pipe. Between his hands there was a glass, which by its color seemed to be filled with absinth. His eyes were closed, his hat pushed over on his forehead and he was swinging slowly back and forth. He looked like he was sleeping on his arse.

Across the table, in the same booth was a woman, or at least…what seemed to be a woman who appeared to have passed out face down into a plate of food. “Darn!” Joey said “it’s good these French serve their food so you have to ‘detect’ it in the plate. If this was Italy she would’ve suffocated fast.” He made his way towards the table. “Ok…let’s see if this guy has any lamp still blinking in his head.”

Feb-1-2009 10:25

[Author's note:

I'm positive I'm not the first one to say this, but this message board could've REALLY used an EDIT function.]