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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...

Sep-5-2005 11:26

"So we'll do the Bizet," he interjected. *another deep sign* "And then we will do Beethoven's opera."
Another less-then-feminine belly laugh. "I don't know if we can schedule THAT work, but..... well....we'll just see."
He turned to head out. He hated what always came next.
"Oh Rock!" she chimed. "A dear friend of mine, the lovely Miss Giry, has consented to the title roll. The private boat is waiting in the back and dear...Don't worry," she said with a smile. "Jones here will drive you and he wouldn't dream of ...missing... even...one...rehearsal."

Sep-5-2005 11:57

"Thank you.", sai Madame Giry in a vioce resembling a babbling brook, softly flowing over an edge. She needed some money, and help. She missed New York. The Danger. The Social Engagements. The Cosmopolitans. But alas, one cannot live in the past. She was "delighted" to see Isabella. She love to sing. She needed the money. But she hated Isabella. They were friends a long time ago in the Opera Populaire' in Paris. Daniella's mother was a chorus girl who got her chance when the lead soprano got strep. She filled the part, and became an instant sensation. The conducter, known as the "Phantom" in close company fell in love with her, and her voice. Thirteen years after Daniella was born, she was singing while doing a plie' for the ballet segment. The Managers then put her in solo with her mother. Isabella was a leech, and liked to live off of fame. So she became instantly attached to Daniella. Daniella was approached by terrible news. er parents had died, when the chandelier fell in the middle of Act Three. She was fifteen at that point and had to get away from the grief. Isabella had disappeared from her life and was, unfortunately, back again. When she sang, the sweet beauty of her her mother's voice, and the warm echo of her father's meshed together once more. It was too much to bear. Losing, a new loved one. Jake. So odd. He despised her. And yet... if only she could go back in time. She would rewind her parents death, to never meet the evil in store. But life never does... Soprano... bravissima....

Sep-5-2005 13:32

Jake paid the hospital with some of that cash he'd gotten from Giry and discharged himself against doctor's orders that evening. Still feeling faint, and just dimly beginning to recollect the morning's events he made his way back to his apartment. It was lucky he'd paid the rent up front, he wasn't going to be doing any work with his arm in a sling. That can put you at a real disadvantage when the lead starts flying.

He took off his shirt and put on a 78. The Goldberg variations.

Jake layed down with his feet towards the door on his bed, already made from when he left in the morning and closed his eyes.

His revolver laid in his right hand as he slept.

Sep-5-2005 16:23

But he wasn't alone...

Sep-6-2005 07:11

It was a hard day. The Lady was worried as a Gal in her part of town had disappeared. The people in her part of town were a close knit group bound together by bounds of being the "outsiders". Bounds where trust was automatic. Where people trusted each other without even thinking about it. She sat in the bar alone, a slight frown on her as she drank her favourite Mexican Beer. She wondered if perhaps Riding the Lopez Pony might be better...
The more she thought, the better a tequlia sounded.

Sep-6-2005 18:59

Better yet, vodka straight up...

Sep-13-2005 13:39

Bump.

Sep-15-2005 17:12

BUMP! Is this thread dead?

Feb-1-2007 16:19

>>> picking up the story from Prowling the streets http://noir.playsleuth.com/map/cityhall/post.spy?id=19154 <<<<


Ran sat and listened as Angela finished her tale of that night at the Opera years ago. He shook his head.

"That might be the Jake we are looking for, I am really not sure. I will pass on your information to the other investigators and see if they can find any similarites. "

"Thank you for your time"

He left knowing more than he knew before but was it worth knowing?

Feb-3-2007 06:19

It was getting cold so Pearl headed home. As she was going by the music store a manbumped into her. "Young man! Please watch where you are going!" The young man exused himself and kept going. "How rude!" thought Pearl. She was feeling even colder now, probably because of her age. She remembered the scarf she found so she wrappted it around her neck and headed home.