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Jan-8-2011 23:56

(OFF-STORY: I haven't touched my character for almost a year. Here I am now, attempting a return to the role playing stage, with some changes to my character -- but not reinventing her from scratch. Call it a makeover of her life since she last entered the stage many months ago.)

Apr-7-2011 19:21

Corelli sighed "What do you want"

"I want to be your partner"

"Not happening, I have a partner"

"Really?"

"All right, look, I've worked with women before, it's a crazy thing"

Norah walked to the door.

"All right, let's make a deal, what do you think?"

"What kind of deal?"

"When all this is over, I'll write you a recomendation to the women police reserve... and... wait, don't... all right, I'll talk to the chief, if he says it's ok, you'll be my partner, for this case"

"You have a deal, Mr. Corelli"

"All right, meet me tomorrow in the chief's office, and bring with you what you just found"

Apr-7-2011 20:24

Norah walked through the darkened streets on light cat's feet, trying not to sing. She'd done it! The first part. Loath though he might be just now to admit it, Corelli had a penchant for supporting the underdog. He'd be exasperated beyond all reason, but having given his word, he would not let her down.

Now she had to catch a killer.

The thought sobered her step as she turned into the darker part of town. The part where new, incandescent streetlamps did not push back the gloom and grime of real life. Back at the paper, the quest for truth had been a lark, even under the threat of kidnapping or worse. Here, living in the dark instead of just peering in for the occasional investigative expose'... well, it wasn't fun anymore. But the truth was all she had.

And she knew that if anyone was going to solve the mystery Dellilah wore like a well-made cloak, it would have to be her. Because of what she knew. Because of what she knew how to find. Thoughtfully, Norah played back her conversation with Dellilah- amused at how much she'd learned without asking one overt question.

All you had to do was know how to listen. Even without the music lessons she'd dreamed of as a girl, Norah had always been good at finding the tune. Now she just had to get Corelli to hear it, too.

Norah was so caught up in plans, in hopes, in the tragic longing in her client's face, that she barely caught the movement in the shadows. Long practice and sharp instinct had her diving before her brain was in gear. A bullet whistled past her ear. Her heart pounded in her ears. Norah grinned. She never felt more alive than when someone was trying to kill her.

It meant she was on the right track.

Now she just had to shake the pursuit, get home alive, protect the evidence and convince the world. Her feet skimmed across the cobbles. Anything was possible!

Until she thudded into a dead end. And turned, cradling her precious satchel tight to her chest. And recognized the face of her attacker.

Apr-10-2011 22:09

Corelli step out off the car, and looked at his watch, 11:37, entered into the diner and sat at the counter, next to a man in his early thirties who was devouring a sandwich. Corelli lit a cigarette while the waitress approached him.
"Good morning, detective, the usual?"

"Thanks, but I already drank a couple of cups of coffee, but some orange juice would be great..., and..." Corelli produced a note "have you seen a girl, by the name of Norah D. Noir, black hair, green eyes..., she lives in the building across the street..."

"Oh, Norah, I haven't seen her since yesterday, she comes here every morning for some tea and biscuits..., Is she in some kind of trouble? I swear she is a good girl"

"Oh, nothing like that..., but actually, she's going to get in some problem" said Corelli, nonchalantly, the look in the face of the waitress made him continue "she's late for work in her first day"

"Oh..., well, I'll bring you the orange juice"

"Thanks"

***

Corelli rechecked the note, sighed and knocked the door.

"Miss Noir? Are you there? This is detective Corelli"

A brief murmur answered him.

"Miss Noir? Is everything... ?"

Corelli waited for a couple of seconds, listening, pulled out his gun and started to kick the door, he cursed a couple of times after he hurt himself and then someone opened the door.

"Oh, there you are, glad to see..., sorry, it's the habit" said Corelli returning his gun to the holster, and upon seeing the red eyes in Norah's face, continued "Is everything ok?"

Apr-13-2011 21:48

Heart pounding, Norah stood in her doorway. She stared at Corelli's concerned frown. How far could she trust him? Pretty far, she thought. And she needed to trust somebody. She took a deep breath, and pulled open her door.

As the light hit her face, she felt rather than heard Corelli gasp. She knew what he was seeing. She'd done a lot of looking in the mirror, and it hadn't gotten better. The whole side of her face was black and purple with bruises.

Corelli reached sharply toward her, and stopped. "What happened?"

Norah managed a wry grimace. "I never feel more alive than when someone's trying to kill me. But I'm usually faster at getting away."

Corelli shook his head in disbelief. "Not last night?"

"After I left the crime scene." Norah shrugged, and motioned him inside. "You're not one for alcohol, I know- and anyway I used it cleaning this. But coffee?"

Norah's flat was not what Corelli'd expected. The room was packed with books, maps, street art and a battered piano. Her single window was crowded with thriving herbs. She motioned him to an ancient sofa and pulled down two mugs.

Corelli watched her as she poured from a battered urn. Her movements were hampered, her hands clumsy and swollen. But her eyes weren't that red from injuries. Something else was wrong.

He waited patiently for her to fill the silence.

Norah stared into the middle distance, clutching her mug like a life ring. "They took it," she said finally. "Left me in the alley out back- wanted me to know they know where I live. But they took the satchel. Now there's no way to prove anything. No justice for Dellilah, who has seen such pain. Just once, I wanted..."

She trailed off and gestured in frustration. "But they took it. And the case dies there."

Corelli watched her for a long moment, and made a decision. For the first time in a long time, he felt the old excitement rising. Deliberately, he put down his coffee mug. "In that case," he said, "we'll just have to get it back."

May-22-2011 15:33

i watched them wt were they talking about it had to be about the case but what had norah told corelli about what dellilah said why do i get the feeling this is not gouing to go well i heaved an exasperated sigh