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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-30-2005 17:16

ooc: I know what you mean M.B.!

As Giry walked home, now getting a sense of who everybody was, she began to wonder... who was she? A stupid wannabe? A young detective? No. She was none of those. She was nothing. No talent. She just burned Fenton for having no passion in this career, and look. She had no passion as well. No money. No life. No joy. But, as she began to ponder the essence of life, and whether to end it, she heard a knock at the door. The door only opened a crack, due to te security chain. In a flash, her door was knocked down. "What the hell is going on here?", she asked with a frightened glance. It was the La Cosa Nostra. Damn those Sicilians. "We've heard you's is doing work for the Brotherhood. But what we's is wondering, if you's is a sister, why is you treating them like family?". But before she could answer the question, two of the gorillas behind the leader gagged her, and dragged her down the stairs. She couldn't utter any sounds with that greasy rag in her mouth. She needed help- and fast. No more wonder, it was all ending... or was it? If only somebody could see her now...

Aug-31-2005 10:40

He liked this city. Lots of places to be seen and even more places to hide in. The gritty underpinnings rubbed him the wrong way sometimes, but "sandpaper smooths the plank" grandpa used to say.

Wandering down the street contemplating his future he notices the so stereotypical stooges from La Cosa. Bulls in a china shop, anyone with half an eye open could see them coming a country mile. But that didn't mean he needed to let them see him. A quick duck into the bookstore, casual browse of the historical fiction. He chuckled to himself, most of what people called history these days was the fiction the factions like the Brotherhood fed to the newsies.

He watches out the window as they enter an apartment building. Pondering, is this what I want to spend my time on? Watching small time thugs shake down petty criminals for a few pennies? He had been in town for just over a week. Found a few jobs, been steered to a few more. So far a tidy bit of cash, a handful of favors, and a chance to sharpen his skills. This might have been the place to come to build up quickly, but did he really want to stick around this city? There were a lot more exciting places out there, places that involved the sun and beach.

That was a good thought; New Orleans might be a nice change of pace. Lots of sun, good food, great music. No weather problems to speak of, must be better than this dirty city.

Just as he steps over to the travel section to grab a book on the Big Easy he notices the goons from La Cosa coming out of the apartment doorway. The one looked like he was carrying a package of some sort over his shoulder. But the look the third one gave up and down the street told him that there was more in that package than a rolled up Persian rug.

Quietly slipping out into the street he followed quietly behind to see where they were going. Maybe a quick big score of a case was what he needed to head south for good.

(ooc hope for the best for those in the effected areas)

Aug-31-2005 16:28

"Mph, hmph!", mumbled Giry from under the rug's layers. How does she get herself into these things? "Hey, hold on guys!", cries Jake. "Finally," thought Giry...

Aug-31-2005 21:16

*laughs as she walks in, goes up to the bartenser ans asks for a Red Bull and Vodka. "Here's $1000, put in on the bar. Drinks for anyone." Strolls up to Jukebox which is hidden discreetly in the corner. Turns up Violent Femmes 'Blister in the Sun' and starts dancing.*

Sep-1-2005 13:33

<Sunday morning. I was on my way to the church to pay my regards to the priest. I ain't ever been a churchgoer, but Manfred

was a genuinely good man. His orphanage had helped get a lot of kids off the street. Shame there weren't more like him

around. But I'm being sidetracked - which was just what happened to me that day.

As I rounded the corner onto 54th there was a ruckus going on. A couple of goons were struggling with a lively looking roll

of carpet. Yep, that big ol' Persian rug was struggling real good, and I was damned sure it weren't no magic doing it. Now I

ain't stupid, I know not to get involved with a couple of thugs going about their work... If there's any money in it I'll get

the info from the other prople in that tenement. But it was Sunday and I like to hedge my bets. I reached them just as they

got down the steps onto the sidewalk.>

"Hey, hold on guys, you ain't making me watch a kidnapping..."

They walked away from me, the little guy at the front was facing me. "Shove off." He barked back at me. These fellas weren't

to be reasoned with. I cracked the big guy in the back of his head with my dusters. He was unconscious before he hit the

ground. Good thing the carpet was pretty heavy and stiff, that coulda hurt too. But I didn't have time to worry too much. The

other one had dropped the carpet and drawn a knife on me. He was swarthy looking, and his thick bushy eyebrows seemed to move

independantly.>

Sep-1-2005 13:34

"So, you'll pull a knife on me will ya, shorty? Now I've knocked out your buddy here..." Jake growled, and nudged the fallen hood with the toe of his boot as he squared up to the little guy. "Besides, who's gonna help you with the rug now? Think about it," he continued as he thumped his knuckle duster into the palm of his left hand, "Fatso's down, and it ain't gonna be

me next, see?...". The ugly guy had no choice he knew he was beat and he got on his toes. "Small timers," Jake muttered, then turned round and looked at the slightly wriggling roll of carpet.

He reached down and grabbed hold of the fringe of the rug with both hands, and in the finest Hollywood manner he rolled the carpet open with a theatrical flourish. What he discovered shocked even him.

"You?!" He caught his breath. Torn between anger, sympathy and curiosity, he bent down and offered her his hand to help Danniella Giry to her feet. "You know I oughtta wrap you right up in that rug and go on my way?"

Sep-1-2005 13:35

(ooc sorry about the editing there... I'll not c&p direct from notepad next time. :( )

Sep-1-2005 17:49

Watching the show of pugalism from the other side of the street his lips tightened as his first observations where comfirmed, two wanna-be goons, frightened off that easily.

His eyebrow raised as the rug unrolled and Giry tumbles out into the street. Watching the two of then hold hands, something was going on between the two of them.

Then he quietly crossed the street to pick up that switchblade that the goon had dropped and walked to the cafe window, looking at the specials. Keeping an ear on the conversation near by.

She was cute, but worth the trouble to kidnap? Something else was going on with this dame, and her knight in ragged clothes looked like he had a story too.

Sep-3-2005 10:12

"Get the hell away from me!", she screamed. "If I knew you were my savior, than I'd rather be tortured at the Real Estate Agency!" "Excuse me?!? I just saved you!" "You know what, ya didn't. I was just fine on my own here. Then you come along all high and mighty. So do me a favor and leave me alone!" "Uh-uh", he grunted, "you ain't going nowhere." "I am not a force to be reckoned with." She pulled out her right fist, with the brass knuckles on it. "I exchanged the suitcase and magnifying glass for it. It suits me more, doncha think?" And with that she slapped him, and haughtily went away. "Excuse me miss, is something the matter?", asked R. Anstett. "Yes actually. That man over there," she pointed to Fenton, "has singlehandedly ruined my life. I would appreciate it if you gave him my best regards." And she vanished, if only for awhile...

Sep-3-2005 14:21

He walked over to Fenton, sized him up. Then smiled, Dames; can't live with 'em....

Then out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of blue heading down to the docks.

Well my good man, this has been fun, but it looks like the bird I am after is about to fly away. Better luck next time.

He slipped down the street to quickly jump on just as the doors were about to close. Clapping the steward on the shoulder, here is my ticket he said as he slipped a small envelope into the stewards pocket. With a quick nod we parted company.

Looking up and down the row, now where did she go? and just were is this thing headed in the second place?