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Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Aug-19-2005 17:38

<Jake Fenton slammed the door lazily behind him and poured himself a bourbon. No ice. Rather too casually, he slung his jacket and shoulder holster down on the cot in the corner of the room, and slumped tiredly into his chair.

Almost by instinct, he reached to the breast pocket of his shirt and brought a cigar up to his mouth. He chewed off the ends and spat them onto the floor, where the detritus of the last few busy days had been building. What the heck, it was somewhere to lay his head.

His expert fingers flipped the zippo alight, and casually tossed it in the air to light the cigar, before catching and closing it in one movement. He took a sip of the burning liquor, and turned to gaze out of the window at the rain-sodden streets, below. The streets teemed with people, covering their heads with newspaper as they scurry their way home to their wives or off to their mistresses. He found himself idly wondering who they all are, what they all do... What makes them tick...



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Madame Giry
Madame Giry

Aug-24-2005 13:39

Her long brown hair drowned slim shoulders. She flipped her hair, the blond strands catching what little light there was. Nobody knew she was alone... and nobody knew she still longed for love.

LemonyShepard
LemonyShepard

Aug-24-2005 15:49

Lemony took a glance at the clock tower and coughed with embarresment. He thanked CFM and walked on. He was on his way to his office near the train station. He was so new to this city. These people were so...secretive, as if they were all up to something. He shrugged the thought off and pressed on.

Lemony came from the underpopulated city of Newport. He missed that place so much. The smell of the salt water crashing against the docks and the fresh fish they would sell at the market. However, after he solved his first case there he was forced to retreat to another city. He was being stalked by a sinister man who was out for revenge.

Trying to forget his hateful past, he approached the train station and snuck into the small, nearly invisible door leading to his office...

cfm
cfm
Nomad

Aug-24-2005 16:11

She heard the low growl in his voice before she saw his face. Rolling toward the open window as she stood, she glanced the stranger smelling of smoke and whiskey up and down. She grinned slyly as she noticed his eyes roaming up and down her form, in spite of his attempt to hide it. He was new in town, she guessed from is attire. "I think I'll stay out here in the rain. I'm on the job," she nudged her head in the direction of the Conservatory across the street, "Angela has a grudge against Mojo at the moment and I'm waiting for her to lighten up a bit." Her fingertips brushed lightly across her cheek as she wiped the soothing drops gently from her skin. She was ready to slide some cold cash toward Isabella Santanelli in order to drum up some business from the music teacher.

As she watched the doorway, she saw the scantily clad Daniella stalking across the street and she groaned softly. That girl was better at finding and causing trouble than just about anyone else she knew. Turning to the two men by her side, she bit out an apologitic excusal, and she ran up to Daniella's side, wrapping one arm around the girls shoulder while unfastening and slipping her own wet coat from her back and arms.

"Daniella, girl, what are you doing out here dressed like that this time of night with weather like this? You're going to get us all in trouble." She draped the coat over the girls arms as the small fingers of her friend curled around a cigarette and her lashes fluttered from beneath the had at the new guys in town.


jstkdn
jstkdn
Well-Connected

Aug-24-2005 18:02

jstkdn mailed her welcome gift to the new guys in town: a jar of instant coffee. In it a note saying: "Welcome folks, you'll need it."

Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Aug-24-2005 22:58

(ooc) Hi Jstkdn!

Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Aug-24-2005 23:32

(ooc) Also Hi LemonyShepard!

Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Aug-24-2005 23:59

Jake leaned his elbows on the sill and took another pensive puff from his cheroot. The evening was turning out more interesting than he had expected, and not just because of the ladies.

He didn't even pretend not to watch CFM as she trotted away and wrapped her coat around the other stranger's shoulders, and his mouth curled into a curious half-smile as she glanced back at him. His mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. He suddenly had a name to work with. Angela Caban had something on this this Mojo organisation, and working freelance had its benefits. If she wouldn't talk to them, maybe she would talk to him.

He watched the two women talking for a while, before disappearing from the window and pulling the drapes together. He sat down once again and put his hands behind his neck, while the air on a G string washed over him and he considered his next step. Time drifted onwards, and by 9pm he had taken some paper and an envelope from his brown leather attache case and had sat down at the escritoire in the corner. By the time he had finished, the note read simply:

"Angela,

You are being watched. Meet me at Sami's, 9pm tomorrow. Don't be followed.

JF"

Jake slipped on his trench coat, and left the apartment to deliver his note, hoping to slip past his new acquaintance unnoticed. Giry’s legs should be enough of a distraction for anybody. He knew he had to keep this secret - no point making himself too conspicuous, so he walked slowly in the opposite direction, sticking to the shadows on the sidewalk before doubling back on the other side of 63rd street to deliver the note and retracing his steps.

He was taking a big risk by crossing Mojo Jojo, but a man's gotta eat, and he was going to find out what was going down. Besides, if he was going to get closer to the mysterious CFM he wanted to have something to offer besides a cheap coffee - she had an agenda (women like that always did...) and he was going to find out what it was...

cfm
cfm
Nomad

Aug-25-2005 00:36

As she watched the reticent Lemony creep into the deluge that had gripped the city, a young boy wearing a newsie cap, huddled under a paper, approached her, tapping her on the forearm, his teeth chattering as he looked up at her. "You cfm?"

She tore her gaze from the scene around her, and gave the soggy child her full attention. "Yes, I am...." She looked at him curiously, her arm still holding her coat to Daniella's back.

The boy reached up and handed her a note with his trembling hand. She smiled down at him and quickly pulled a dollar from her pocket in exchange for his delivery. "Thank you; now get your self out of this down pour before you catch cold!"

"Thank you miss....I will." He stumbled backward as he ran across town with a wide grin and his paper clutched to his head.

Shaking her head, she slipped a finger beneath the lip of the envelope and tugged it open with one swift movement of her hand. The rain drops were still pounding the pavement with large splashes in the puddles as she read the note, her eyes darkened quickly to match the shade of the clouds above her.

She looked over at Daniella, reluctant to leave the girl there alone, but not having much choice in the matter. "I have to go. Keep the coat, and put it on, please...."

She looked over her shoulder at Fenton, smoke swirling and mixing with the tears from the sky as he watched the rain and drama of the city. She briefly took in the strong features of his jaw, nose, and brow, but then she remembered the look she'd seen in his eyes earlier. He was going to be one to watch, no doubt about that.

She lifted her hand and smiled before she disappeared around a corner, briskly making her way to Sami's, the water splashing up her calves with each step. She was grateful for the rain. It tempered her anger and frustration that would otherwise have her throwing punches, or books in her office.


LemonyShepard
LemonyShepard

Aug-25-2005 08:26

(ooc) Hey Jake Fenton. this site is a dream come true 4 me lemme tell ya

Madame Giry
Madame Giry

Aug-25-2005 13:55

"cfm, where are you goin'? Oh well, as cool as she is, she sure manages to get out of here as quick as though she were walking on coals." She strolled up to the next apartment building, and went into room 2A. New as she was to the game, she had gotten a lotta cash. "I'm gonna hit the town." And out she went without a care, in a gorgeous silk coat clashing with her red dress.

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