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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-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.

Aug-25-2005 16:51

The next afternoon. Jake had been laying low for most of the day, getting ready for his 'date' with the music teacher. A quick phone call to Sami's had reserved a table in a private, dark alcove at the back of the restaurant. He got there early, about 7pm, dressed casually in light cotton pants, white shirt, tweed jacket and a trilby as opposed to the traditional trenchcoat, the uniform of the gumshoe. Fifty dollars to the waitress kept the coffee coming with no questions asked, and he told her to send Angela Caban over to join him when she arrived. She had some answering to do, but he had his methods of persuasion.

Jake sat in the dim light of the alcove, facing the doorway. He knew she wasn't going to arrive for a while, but kept a watchful eye on the human traffic. It was moderately busy for a Friday, but there were plenty of tables so he was pretty relaxed. They wouldn't be overheard.

He unfolded his newspaper so people were less likely to bother him - nothing says 'I'm busy' like a broadsheet in front of the face. He peered out over the paper from under the brim of his hat, and waited to see what the evening would turn up.

Jake patted his left forearm, feeling the reassuring shape of his pearl-handled dagger under the sleeve of his jacket, and stopped himself with a quiet curse. He hated to admit it, but it was a nervous habit, and a dangerous one. "Time for a smoke," he thought, while he watched the world go by and waited for his rendezvous.

One thing was certain - there were more surprises in store for him this evening.

Aug-25-2005 16:53

"Cyrus," he groaned, sitting down at a red stool. "Get me somethin stronger tonight. I'm feelin down." The stout bartender looked at the saddened detective and smiled comfortly before turning his back. Light jazz was playing that night, making Lemony feel even more alone.
"So, you're gettin the specil, huh?"
Lemony spun his head around. The voice came from the shady character in the back of the bar. He motioned for the detective to sit next to him. Lemony did as he was commanded. "Look, I know whats buggin you. Its happened to me hundreds of times." Lemony couldnt tell if this man was sober or not."Well, I know a few people who can help." I leaned in as to hear him better. He smiled. "Their names are Jake Fenton and Madame Giry..."

Aug-25-2005 17:02

Makensie Brewer was walking down the walk, trying to shield her face from the rain pouring down, when she almost bumped into Lemony.

"Excuse me, detective", Makensie gasped. LemonyShepard looks at her in wonder. Makensie keeps walking, as Lemony says "Excuse miss, how did you know I was a detective? I'm new after all, and I know you havent seen me around yet, and I sure know if I would've seen you" Makensie turns and looks at him, and says "I've been around the block long enough to know a detective when I see one, especially when I am one myself" Lemony just nods his head and says "Well, ok then, do you want to step in and have a drink with me until the weather breaks? You are drenched" Makensie smiles and says "No but thank you detective, I am quite used to being out in the weather...no rest for the weary. Good day" ...and she turns and briskly walks down the sidewalk, like a woman who is on a mission.

Aug-25-2005 17:37

Lemony looked out to the female detective as she walked into the rain. He smiled. "Now there's a tough detective if I ever saw one." His mind wandered for a second or two until he snapped out of it. He still needed to find out what the Shady Character wanted to do with him, Jake, and Giry...

He walked into the Everlasting Sole to talk to Milton. He may have been a mere Shoe Maker, but he was the eyes and ears when Lemony couldn't be. He walked in and shook himself off.
"Hey, Milton, can I ask you where I can find..."
He gasped. Milton was behind the counter, pounding the soles into a boot. Who Lemony saw next to him, however, made his heart flutter...

Aug-25-2005 18:45

"Are you Giry?" he gasps. "It depends...who wants to know?" she says. She threw back her head and downed her vodka shot straight up. "I am Sheperd...Lemony Sheperd." "What kind of a name is that... well it's obviously not your real name..." "How'd you know that?" "Trust me kid. I know more than you want me too. Anyway to answer your question, I am as you put it Giry. Madame Daniella Giry. Pleased to meet ya'." She held out her hand for a casual shake. He returned the gesture. She sensed tension in his hands. "What's the matter kid?" "Now if I know something (and I do) your not at all affiliated with the usual gangs, your record's pretty clean. Now who told you to see me, Shady?" "He said you and Jake Fenton could help me." "Well I don't know any Jakes, but I could search around." "Here's my number. Gimme yours, and I'll call when I get Jake, and trust me, I will."
She went down the street. She went to see Shady, and with the help of $100, she found out where Fenton lived. She went up to his apartment. After she knocked on his door, it opened a crack. "Are you Jake?" "Yeah?..." "Have you met Shady yet?" "Perhaps." "Well he told Mr. Sheperd that we're the people to see. For what, I don't know." She pulled out a cigarette from her pocket. "Would ya mind?" she asked, emphasizing her need for a lighter. "Not at all." With great skill, he lit it. "Not bad", she said. She took a drag of her ciggy, and said, "Let's get Sheperd." "Hey, weren't you the braude in that red dress?" "Look, it was a disguise..." "Sure..." "Let's go, " he said. And off they went...

Aug-25-2005 22:40

<Earlier that day I had a visitor. It was the girl from yesterday, dressed a more demurely than before, but she could still knock a guy out with a glance. What in the blazes was going on here?>

"Hey doll, how d’you find me?" He knew the answer before he even asked the question. He'd have to show the cobbler his brass knuckles later. Gals like this attracted attention… "Never mind. You got an advantage on me. What's your name?", he asked and lit her cigarette without breaking eye contact. "The shady guy, huh? Yeah, I've seen him. But he ain't my problem. As for Shepard, well I dunno about him either. Guess we need to clear this up, I hate surprises...". He leant against the frame and pushed the door open with his foot. "Well, sometimes...", he thought to himself, as he waved her inside.

Jake had to stay focused and work out what the connection was between these people. Giry was a link to CFM and Mojo. Did he feel guilty about being mercenary? Heck, no - NY was a jungle. People used each other all the time, he was just doing what he had to. He fixed a coffee for the beguiling Daniella. She was by the window, hourglass figure silhouetted against the dim daylight. She turned to face him as he approached and he passed her the mug, holding on to her slender hands a moment longer than necessary.

"So, we have a common interest, Madame. LS is looking for us. I only met him once and I gotta say he didn't look like much. What's the story?" The girl fluttered her eyes at him, and told him she didn't know. Jake’s hunch was she was being straight, but he knew gals who acted like butter wouldn't melt, and he didn't totally trust her. Either way he needed her on his side. "How 'bout we meet later? I have business to attend to now and I got an idea this Shepard guy is involved.”

<We made our plans and she left to find out what she could about LS. I headed off to the restaurant right away. After that, I was gonna meet her at that dance. Another late night was in store.>

Aug-26-2005 08:44

Daniella left his apartment, cool and crisp, back to find Sheperd. Sheperd. Where had she heard that name before? She rushed quickly back to her apartment, looking at the past newspapers. "Lenny Sheepram, convict of two bank robberies, is out on the street, perhaps hiding under the name of "Lemony Sheperd". We believe him to be somewhere in New York." "Huh." she said to herself. "Well, it could be useful to have an ex-con around." She went back to the Shoemaker's. Sheperd was gone. "Yo, Milton... where'd Sheperd go?" He clammed up. She rolled a fifty down the table to him. "Don't ya'll get enough money from your businesses? Where is he?" "At a meeting with the Arcanum Brotherhood." "Oh sh**" She sjaywalked across the street to get to the church. "Oh hello Madame!", said the bishop. Simultaneously, he was strangling Sheperd, despite the cheery conversation. "We got a little work for you-" "No" she said "not today. I need to talk to Sheperd here". The bishop made a sour face as though I had denied him a treat. He couldn't refuse after the work I did for him. "Thanks." said Sheperd, massaging his neck. " I know how you got in trouble with Poppa." "Poppa?" "Big scary guy choking you a couple minutes ago? That's just his nickname. Did you happen to rob the San Francisco Selecting Bank?" "Maybe..." "Yeah, he's connected to it. You robbed that bank, you robbed him. Just don't hang around there no more. Now why did Shady send for Jake as well, not that I didn't enjoy his company,?" "Well let's find out." "Well, today's off. I'm going to a party later this evening." "Oh?" "But I might see Jake there, I'll let you know." Off she went to get the dress for the party...

Aug-26-2005 09:57

She stepped into The Twisted Thread. "Hello Thad. How're you doing?" "Whaddaya want?" "Well, I was wondering whether or not you could fix a dress for me..." "That's my job lady, of course I can-" "In an hour?" she asked..."Maybe, if the price is right..." "Here's a $100, get a new attitude." I handed him my new dress. I waited til' 7:00. Thad got my dress ready alright. "Thanks!" I yelled as I ran out the store. The dress was a Roberto Cavalli, black strapless evening gown. With black silk, it shone despite the dark color. I wore my usual black satin elbow gloves, with a pearl ring over the right ring finger. The dress flowed straight down with a little bell at the bottom. I wore my hair up in a sleek elegant bun, and had a diamond pendant around my neck. Pearl drop earrings and strappy black kitten heels completed the look. I had a small dirk in my black evening bag, just in case. I called a taxi at 9:15. "Fashionably late...". I stood at the door awaiting Jake. It was a chilly night. I clutched the fur stole a little tighter around my neck. And there he was...