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A Leg-end is reborn
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Adam Carter
Adam Carter
Big Winner

Mar-18-2009 18:11

He knew it would happen someday, but maybe not quite so soon. There was the itch, but the itch had been there from the day he'd walked into City Hall and handed in his badge. Then there were the withdrawal symptoms. They weren't too bad at first. The folkes at Shady Acres Rest Home for the Elderly and Infirm had helped him ease into the transition, and the lazy days spent playing backgammon and eating apple sauce were quite fun, but that quickly died, just like a lot of the residents. The parking spaces were too small also, and the dents and scrapes down the side of the almost new Cadillac made it look more like it had served in the Great War than the pottering around town it usually did. Slowly, the itch took over. No more chases down dark alleys. No more sitting in cars, sometimes for days at a time, drinking bad coffee and waiting for a lead. No more clinking of handcuffs as another murderer is brought to justice.

It was no good. The itch was too strong, and only a shiny new detective badge could scratch it.

After taking the Cadillac back to the dealer, and losing half the new price for the damage, a trip to the local City Hall was at hand. Almost as soon as he stepped inside, Adam felt he was home.

Standing on the steps of City Hall, new detective badge in hand, Adam thought about what lay ahead of him. He wasn't as fit as he was in the old days, and even then he struggled to keep up with short women in high heels. Maybe a bicycle would be a good start. Maybe a diet would be a good start more like. Both of those suggestions were laughable though. The only diet he could think of was the See-food diet, and that only seemed to help him gain weight.Anyhow, the only rational thing to do now was come up with a witty and pointless name for his new detective agency. But even that was a strain.

Before he could give it any thought, a small boy approached him with an envelope and a big grin.



Jul-14-2009 18:08

Suddenly, Anikka burst through the doors, brandishing a large hatpin. "The balloon!" she yelled. "It's not just a bizarre and hideously contrived plot device!"

With that, she launched herself at Adam Carter, who seemed to have forgotten all about the balloon in his hand. As she and Adam hit the floor, no one noticed the little fly that buzzed in and landed on the wall.

"What are you doing?" screeched Crazytown, causing Anikka to shift her gaze from the balloon to the fishnet tights. "Crazy town, is that you? What the heck..." her voice trailed off as she then caught sight of the fly on the wall, getting up to walk over to it. Behind her, Adam and Nic gave each other puzzled looks.

"Harry? Harry, is that you? Hey little fly, you have to go home now. Crazytown, what the heck is that rancid smell?" Anikka's eyes moved from the fly to the man in fishnets, and he minced over to a counter.

"It's fluffy haddock pie," he giggled. The fly, unnoticed, buzzed its way over to the counter. Adam leaned over to Nic and muttered, "That is one heck of a short attention span."

Nic nodded solemnly. "I guess there aren't any answers forthcoming from that quarter," she replied. Anikka whirled around. "Hey, I HEARD you Nic! I heard BOTH of you! I really resent that implica... hey, is that a quarter on the floor?"

Nic and Adam looked at each other again, and Nic rolled her eyes.

Adam Carter
Adam Carter
Big Winner

Aug-11-2009 20:16

Snatching the balloon from Anikka's hands, Adam resumed his earlier puzzled looks as he turned it over and over, hoping with each new rotation that something would materialise to show the point of the balloon, such as a suicide note or a confession. Even a bunch of flowers would be nice. But nothing. Nothing appeared to explain the appearance of the balloon.

"Anikka, where did you get this balloon from?" Adam asked.

"You know, I can't really remember. I was - ooh, hey, where did you get those bedsheets from crazytown?!" As Anikka ran twoards the linen, Adam started banging his head against the nearest wall. It was a full four or five bangs before anyone even noticed. By that time there was a large dint in the plasterwork. The wall didn't look too healthy either.

"Are you OK?" Nic asked as she handed Adam a tissue to wipe his face.

"I'm fine. It's an old stress relief trick I picked up in the... the... oh jeez, now I've forgotten. I knew there was a reason why I was supposed to stop doing that."

Suddenly, for no other reason than to breathe new life back into a stale plot line, Adam suddenly jumped up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Nic shouted after him.

"To see an old friend. I think I finally remember what this balloon is for. Unfortunately, if I am right, this is murder, and we are all suspects!"

Battered Shoe

Sep-7-2009 04:02

Nic watched Adam leave with over-powering resentment.

Murder! Pshheeww!

She is not a suspect in any murder for nut's sake. If Adam tried to pin some trumped-up charge on her she would release wrath like he had never seen. A balloon? Give me a break.

But what did the balloon mean? And why was Crazytown now in the fetal position in the corner?

"Crazytown! Wake up! Dave! For Christ's sake GET UP!"

Nic tried to have an intelligent conversation with him, hoping he could give her any insight into this alleged crime Adam was talking about. She needed any lead she could get to both eliminate herself from suspicion and to try to steal this case away from Adam. Nic had been going through a dry spell and could seriously use some dough right now.

Dave woke up and answered to the shouting a bit groggily, "Who, What, Where?"

Nic tried to maintain her patience and worked with Crazytown, "OK Dave, I need you to help me. I promise there will be a big reward for it. I may even agree to go out on a date with you. But please, help me.... What is the significance of the balloon?"

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