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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...

Aug-24-2005 23:32

(ooc) Also Hi LemonyShepard!

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...

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.

Aug-25-2005 08:26

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

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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Aug-25-2005 14:43

She stepped out of a small clohting boutique, this time in a more modest, sensible outfit. A trenchcoat over an argyle sweater, and a knee length pencil skirt. She walked home, glancing up at the clock. " Tick tock." She said to herself. She called up cfm. "Kiddo, did you really think I'd go out like that on my own demise? No. I was in disguise. I needed to weasel an answer out of someone if you know what I mean. It was just a prop. Silly. Gotta go. See you at the party tonight? Yeah, it'll be the social event of the season. Anyone who's anyone will be there. I gotta go, out shopping for the outfit. Ok, toodles." And out she went...

Aug-25-2005 14:54

Correction: "clothing" boutique. Ha, our new character isn't so scandalous after all.

Aug-25-2005 16:42

Lemony flipped the money in his hands and attempted to smile. His girlfriend just broke up with him. She said he was too busy "playing detective." He just recieved $360, but no amount of money could bring back his love. He tried to shrug his thoughts off and go back to his office, quickly stopping buy the bar on his way.