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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

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...

R Anstett
R Anstett

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?



DaRu
DaRu
Well-Connected

Sep-3-2005 18:32

It was good to be back in New York, even though danger still lurked everywhere, at least I was home with friends, and my spouse whom I missed a lot.

After the ship docked I got my suitcase and purse and headed off the ship, when a woman came rushing by me and knocked me into this man sitting nearby. I was carrying my peral handled dagger which stabbed him in the leg.The man was bleeding like a stuck pig, so I cried out, "Is there a doctor on board?" Thankfully there was and he administered treatment to stop the bleeding. The man laughed and told me not to worry about it, that it was only a flesh wound. Anyway,I insisted on buying him a new suit and paying the doctor, which he was greatful for. As I headed down the peer to shore I saw the woman who pushed me into the man. I thought "What in the world is she doing out here and not on the ship?" As she rushed by me, I grabbed her by the arm and stopped her in her tracks. "Where are you going in such a rush", I asked, and did you know you caused me to stab a man on the ship awhile ago?" She told me her name was Madam Giry, and that she was trying to get away from a detective she had met earlier and didn't want him to see her board the ship, that his name was R.Anstett." She continued to say she had heard of me and that I was one of the older sleuths in New York. I wasn't sure if I liked the "Older part",hehe, but I knew she meant no harm. After Madam & I talked we made an arrangement to have lunch then we both went out separate ways.As I walked briskly back to the office, the rain stung my face as it peppered down. I couldn't help but laugh at the people carrying news papers over their heads fir they looked like ghost running in the rain with wet paper molded to their heads.I reached our office and saw "Detective Jake Fenton's sign on the bldg.,& wondered what he was like. Since it was late I'd meet him tomorrow. Right now I was tired & missed my man...texan, so I beat it to the office. Meanwhile....

DaRu
DaRu
Well-Connected

Sep-3-2005 19:51

DaRu is dreaming when someone knocks on the office door. She awakes and goes to peer out the small hole in the door and sees this nice looking man. Opens the door slowly and peeks her head out and says, "Hello there, may I help you?" The man answers, "My name is Jake Fenton, I'm the new detective that lives in this building and I'm looking for a gal by the name of Madam Giry, and I think I saw you talking to her on the ship this evening. Do you know where she was sailing off to?" I take a big gulp, and my knees starts to shaking. I am wondering why Jake wants to know, could it be that he's checking for R.Anstett, then I ask Jake. "Are you wanting to know for R.Anstett's sake?" "Certaintly not, I want to know for me. I purchased a ticket on the same ship but because of her, I was thrown off the ship, so I want to know if she told you where she was going to." I couldn't believe I heard Madam wrong and thought it was A.R. I've got to get my hearing fixed or see if sometype of device can be made so I can hear people right. "What did you say Mam?" I didn't realize I had been talking out loud to myself..so I laugh and say: "Sorry about that, but today I misunderstood Madam when we bumbed into each other. Anyway, she didn't tell me, and if she had of, I wouldn't tell you without her permission. I hope you understand." Anyway, my name is DaRu, & my spouse is texan. If you evern need anything, let us know." "Thank you DaRu and goodbye," replies Jake. I watch him walk around the corner then wonder what will the outcome be, as I gather my things and head home. Thankfully it's not raining right now.


cfm
cfm
Nomad

Sep-3-2005 21:02

She had been in the alleyway behind the Gypsy camp watching the lurking shadows, knowing she should have been in the safety of the theatre rather than indulging in her curiosity, when the message had been delivered with her boarding pass for the next ship to Delhi. The hunt was over. It was time to go home. She pulled herself reluctently from the damp and dreary passage and quickly made her way to the docks.

As she boarded the ship she heard a commotion behind her, but she was still upset from the events at the Opera so she ignored it and pushed her way up the ramp. She couldn't believe she'd behaved so poorly. She owed Jake an apology and she only hoped she'd be able to make it in person rather than by telegraph. She'd have to find her way back to New York soon.

She stood at the railing overlooking the bay...looking down...watching the water lap gently at the side of the boat. A gentle breeze wisked her dark curls from around her face and her dress shimmered like sapphires in the silvery moonlight.

She turned to make her way to her cabin when she saw Giry storming down the halway and glancing over her shoulder. There was a sight she hadn't expected in the least. She wrapped her fingers around the distracted girls shoulders and watched with concern she jumped. "Daniella, what are you doing on a ship bound for Delhi?!! Is everything okay?"

Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Sep-3-2005 22:58

As Giry disappeared around the corner he heard R Anstett laughing at him from the other side of the street. "Dames, eh? Can't live with 'em..." he said rhetorically.

"Can't kill 'em..." Jake muttered in response.

If he didn't have a problem before, he sure did now. This Giry woman clearly had some kind of a grudge against him, and it was going to have to end soon.

That afternoon, Jake headed over to DaRu's office. She got most of the gossip round there. DaRu told Fenton that Giry had been on board the cruiser in the harbour earlier that day but she wasn't any more. Jake thanked her and left, thinking he may have to speak to that woman again. She was holding back on him.

Jake went down to the harbour office and spoke to the Quartermaster. He told him the boat was going Delhi in the evening, and they weren't allowing anybody aboard without their papers from now on. If Giry was aboard that ship then it seemed she was going to be out of his hair for a while, but he had to check with the ticket office, which was at the other end of the docks. About half way down the harbour, he passed by a small alleyway on his left he hadn't noticed until it was too late.

**BANG**

He seemed to hear the gunshot a split second after he felt the white-hot pain searing through his shoulder as the bullet struck him. He fell to the ground and hit his head on the concrete. As his eyes closed and he slipped into unconsciousness he heard footsteps getting fainter, running away down the alley.

Lady Emerald Devon
Lady Emerald Devon
Nomad

Sep-4-2005 07:15

Nealy tripping over Jake after a night partying and dancing, the Lady Devon or Emz as know by friends, finds one last bottle of concentrate Red Bull and an Herbal Energy Pill in her bag. She places the pill in Jake's mouth and pours Red Bull down his throat. A rude awakening perhaps, but one that wakes even the dead. Seeing, Jake's at least conscious, she walks into a restaurant to order a breakfast of Bacon, Eggs, Sausages, Mushrooms, Hashbrowns, Toast with Butter and lots of coffee.

Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Sep-4-2005 07:42

(ooc) Hang on Lady Emerald, Jake's squirting blood out of his shoulder all over the pavement! He needs a doctor, not breakfast...

Lady Emerald Devon
Lady Emerald Devon
Nomad

Sep-4-2005 07:46

Finishes her breakfast and walks out, rips off the bottom of her dress (which is her favourite white dress too). "Do I look like a doctor? Here, use this and apply pressure with your one good hand." She pulls out her cellphone and calls an ambulance before stumbling into the nearest hotel for a much needed nap.

Madame Giry
Madame Giry

Sep-4-2005 14:44

As Giry took the first step onto dry land, she was thankful. The trip was rocky, and she made the mistake of eating on the ship. As she checked out her new surroundings, she felt the full effect of the happiness. She was overjoyed that Fenton was out of her life. Time to start it over (ooc: I haven't been to Delhi yet, so I'm making it up as I go along). She saw the enticing sign of a podiatrist, and felt the pain anew that can only come out of 5 years in nothing but stilettos. She was relaxed, she was happy... but somehting was missing. No. She couldn't possibly.. is she? Is she actually missing Fenton. The rat was charming, sure. A great dancer too... hold on. He created this mess, whyy is she the one crying over spilt milk?
She did something she hadn't done in 3 years. She sang. Now, this was a great event. She heard that she had the voice of an angel. She filled the tub with lavender scented bath oils, and invigorating candles lined the rim. She began in a low deep voice, a blues, with a dollop of jazz.

"What am I to do? It's not the pain, or the truth. But my baby's gone. I have no friends. But until springtime, my sorrow will, depend... on my permission. Silent sweet thoughts, oh, think of all the love. But my baby's gone. He's fled, to above..."
OOC: Welcome new writers/typers!
A solitary tear floats down her pale cheek. She loves. But with hate, she loves, eliminating thought of return...or does it?

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