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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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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?

Professor Woo
Professor Woo

Sep-4-2005 18:01

{Back in New York}

An oddly tall Chinese man was walking along the docks. He was waiting for a ship, the "Xiao Chen", to arrive from Shanghai; there was a parcel on board he needed to personally take care of, and he still had an hour or so before the scheduled arrival. The Chen was usually late anyway, so he decided to take a short walk.

The Asian man had lived in New York for seven years now, but he still could not get used to American culture. He was both disgusted and enamored by their love of nonsensical entertainment. Take their dancing for instance. Instead of something formal like a waltz, they jump up and down like animals, or lean over and start running in place doing something called "The Charleston." Just yesterday he went to an opera about a boat in the British Royal Navy. He was hoping for something tragic with several voices, complex harmonies, and emotional singing. Instead he got "treated" to some silly song and dance numbers. Heck, the only character with any ounce of respect for tradition, Dirk Deadeye, was portrayed as a foil. But despite his personal distaste for this foolishness, he did enjoy watching how the American populace ate it up. It made people happy. And in a way, this made him happy too.

As he meandered down the docks, he saw something he has seen far too much of recently - A bloodied body. It was slumped over and most likely dead. As he approached the body, he noticed the blood stains were starting to dry, but that the wound was bandaged. The man was not dead, but unconscious, and with the pattern of the blood stains moving all about, it looked like the poor soul had been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while. Someone had done a good job bandaging this guys wounds. Using his skill in thread analysis, he figured the it was probably a woman, as the bandage was made from a woman's clothing. Hopefully she had gone to get help.


Professor Woo
Professor Woo

Sep-4-2005 18:02


Figuring help was on the way, he took the opportunity to examine things further. In addition to the obvious gunshot wound, this fellow had a lump and a bruise on the top of his head, and he had a small scratch across his cheek. The scratch looked like a married woman slapped him while wearing her wedding ring. Hmm, if that were the case, maybe it was a jealous husband who shot him. One thing was for sure - this guy, whoever he was, was not having a good week.

Professor Woo
Professor Woo

Sep-4-2005 18:04

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[ooc What follows below doesn't really happen, but I couldn't resist puttng it in - for chuckle points]
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While waiting for help to arrive, the unconscious man started to stir. The wounded man introduced himself as Jake, and the Chinese fellow said, "I might be able to help you investigate this attempt on your life. Tell me who might have done this" ...

Jake gave the names of some people of interest. Then, he made it very clear which way his suspicions pointed.

Topping his list was a man simply known as "Shady" who hangs out in the Tricky Mister bar. Shady wanted revenge for Jake helping to capture a friend of his, Lenny Sheepram.

Another person of interest was Daniella Giry, a fiery lass who might be insane, although more likely she was just running scared. But running from what he didn't know. Perhaps running from herself.

Also under suspicion was the well known Mojo Jojo Detective Agency. Were they worried about competition from this greenhorn? Unlikely; although his inquires into their business may have gotten them nervous.

Another person he suspected was Lemony Shephard, a P.I. he had a misunderstanding with, and who had assaulted him in the past.

Another name that kept coming up was the mysterious cfm, although why suspect her? ... ... ... Maybe he had forgotten two birthdays in a row?

Lady Emerald Devon
Lady Emerald Devon
Nomad

Sep-4-2005 20:04

Finally waking from her nap and ready for lunch, the Lady Devon strides confidently out her hotel, walks down the street, only to bump into an oddly tall Chinese man.
"Ni Hao" as her eyes flick down to see the same bloody guy slumped at her feet just as the nearly forgotten and alchol ridden morning...
"Oh, so it wasn't a dream? Hmm, I did wonder about my dress..."

Professor Woo
Professor Woo

Sep-5-2005 07:30

The Asian man was surprised by the lady who had just greeted him. He had a tendency to get too focused on one thing and become oblivious to his surroundings. Such was the case with his examining the fallen man. Quickly composing himself, he stood up and with a tip of his hat replied, "Ni Hao, pengyou!" Then he added in a much more serious tone, "This man needs help..." It was then that he noticed the dress that the woman had mentioned. It was of the same material as the bandage." He finally put two and two together and realized that this must be the savior who bandaged the wounded man. "You probably saved his life, miss." He said as he pointed to the bandage. Then he added, "And, we should probably get him to an infirmary. The closest one I know of is aways down 16th street. Unless you know of a clinic or something that might be closer? I'm a bit too old to move him by myself, but together we should be able to ..."

At that moment a Model T ambulance rumbled up towards the trio.

"Ah good, help has arrived." The tall man said stating the obvious. "I'm sorry madam, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Wu Wen-tu, but please call me Professor Woo." The professor realized he was rambling. He was rarely able to keep a cool head under pressure, and his mind raced back and forth between helping the fallen man, making sure he would be able to catch the "Xiao Chen," and maintaining proper etiquette while introducing himself to strangers.

The ambulance workers got out of their vehicle and while one tended to the unconscious man, the other began questioning the other two. "This could be trouble." thought Woo. He didn't really have time to answer a lot of questions, as the ship he was waiting on might arrive at any moment.

Lady Emerald Devon
Lady Emerald Devon
Nomad

Sep-5-2005 08:19

The Lady Devon frowns slightly as she really has but a little recollection of the bloody man at her feet.
However, the ambulance worker is extremly handsome and she puts some of her sweet talking into practice. Assuring them both that she and the esteemed Professor Woo know little, Professor Woo is more than free to go to meet his ship while the Lady now has a dinner date.

Jake Fenton
Jake Fenton

Sep-5-2005 08:58

(ooc) Professor Woo, nice of you to join the fun! You forgot to mention R Anstett as a suspect... Danniella gave him a motive, I believe. :)

P. Rockwell
P. Rockwell
Well-Connected

Sep-5-2005 11:24

The thunderous applause still echoed in his ears. For a moment, it was all worth it. Sure the plot was weak, but Gilbert & Sullivan always packed the house.
That did it. The moment was gone. Memories of why he needed to pack the house flooded back to him. *deep sigh*
The polished black car with tinted windows showed up twenty minutes after the last curtain call. He could feel his jaw and right hand tightening before the back door even opened. "Not now....," he thought. "I thought we were square."
A large man unfolded himself out of the back, he had a black eye. Rockwell couldn't help smile at that, he knew they deserved more then a black eye.
Skipping the after party, he headed to the straight towards the car and got in without a word.
In ten minutes, he was in front of Isabella Santanelli, there was hardly anything Dona about her. "I've arranged some guest conducting for you to do. Itís a tour, but we left most of the scheduling up to you. However, first place you'll start in is with the newly formed Delhi International Opera," she croaked. "I couldn't decide on which opera to play though..."
'Well," he thought, "at least she does her research." Although he knew she did it just to bother him more.
Isabella continued, "...either Madame Butterfly or Carmen..."
"We'll do the Bizet," he interjected. "However, I believe we were already square."
She full out laughed. How he loathed that laugh.
"You know, I did get you a present though," she continued. The beat-up goon held out a long slim box. Inside, Rockwell saw a baton. It had a thick bulb at the end and as he picked it up it noticed it was properly balanced. "Nice," he thought "She does do her research."
"OW! Dang!" The blasted thing was sharp! It was a deadly knife ingeniously crafted.
"Careful, a miscue with that could get messy. What? You do know why itís those works, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, I know" he growled. "The dame gets it in the end."

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