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a large limo whizzes past the streets of bad dream city leavening the bums and poor blinded by the rich peace of steel. Behind that drives a yellow cab slower but still keeping up trying not to be noticed... the bright yellow doesn't help. as the limo starts to slow down you could hear the well greased engine hum before it stopped at a sleazy kind of hotel...the really sleazy kind. out of the glamor's door pops an older and slightly ugly man in a expensive suite holding a younger and beautiful woman and the girl laugh a fake laugh she whispers into the mans ears as the door opens and they both disapeir of the street and into the building, close behind them the cab stops and out pops a younger man in a detectives trench cote with a hat and a cigarette in his mouth as if it was glued there... as the man from the cab gets to the door he slowly reaches into his cote pocket and pulls out a decently sized non flash camera. by the time the detective enters the strange couple is already gone...what they are doing can be thought up easily, as the secound man enters the light dimes and flickers showing need for another light while dirty walls and what seams to be a pair of easy wemon near the dore try to work there magic "hey there big boy... care to show us around town we would coust a peitty penny... but for you we might give a discount." the man hid the camera so the girls dont knotice and then lifts his hand slowly takeing the smokeing object from his mouth and placeing it in the ashtray besides him "Sorry girls but this big boy has a job to do... and i think by the looks of him this will be fast." As the wemon frown and pout the man gose to the owner of the hotel and places a 50 doller bill on the desk saying only two words "what room" The greasy owner looks up from his smudged and dirty news paper puting it way then with one hand grabing the money and the other taking a big oily peice of fride chicken and shoveing it into his mouth then spewing chunks as he ansored "top floor...room 517" without saying a word the detective walks away takeing his cote and tightening it around himself... even through the walls you could hear the rain start to poor outside, stoping right at the door he turned to the wemon waveing his hand and smiling "goodbye ladies".
Rain in dream city only comes in to kinds of ways, ones where the heat makes the rain evaporate before it hits the ground...and the ones that are so hard they drench you down to the very soul... and this rain was hitting hard. Going up the front door and trying to get into the room would have bin not just hard but completely impossible.. even though they he didn't think the two would be caring much about the door. The first choice that came was the fire escape...you know the meatle rails and ladders that are up the side of the entire building and how fun it must be to get up them in hard rain. it was at this time climeing up the cold meatle in the cold rain on a cold night that the detective laughed and started to talk to himself "hehe... jack old boy... what you do to pay the rent has got to get better then this soon." jack was the mans name, he was the owner of jacks detective agency... being the only one in the agincy meant he had alot cut out for him and since not much work came in he took other jobs as well from varies people for various reasons. Jack liked his job even if the pay wasent allways what he wanted but the freedom to do what he wanted gave him all the happyness he needed from it. At this point jack was on the ladder to gfet to the fourth floor when the bar became to slick and misplaced foot he began to fall of the side railing and to the hard cement ground below. With a scream he grabed for the first thing he could... with luck his hand clamped down on the third floors railing and with some effort and grunting he pulled himself back up and continude up the escape and to the roof stating " son of a bitch... that could have bin the end of me." after a grueling ten minutes of climbing up stairs and seeing way to much from the windows he passed jack finally made it up to the roof where the next fun part began... room 517 could not have bin a better placed or maid room for jacks line of work. The job he was set out to do was sent fromm some older rich woman who had suspicions that her husband was cheatinbg on her... and she wanted blood, she hired jack to get any incrementing evidence he could so that his client could get a devours and bleed the husband out of every penny hes got... it's a dirty job but it's alsow just about eighty percent of work when your a gumshoe. the rain maid takeing pictures through the windo to hard if jack just stood there and shot away so something ewls had to be done, moveing with the grace and agility of a pregnant cow he slid his body onto the cold glass as he reached the center jack began to put his camera down on the glass and shot away. The shots were good, alot of flesh shots and a little of some othere things the camera film kept on rolling on and on as jack thought to himself " even though it sickens me i think I'm getting good at this... maybe if i get tired of the detective business i could make it big in the adult movie bizz or something." At the end of what the couple did there was more then enough for jack to get paid... and a little more to sell to the tabloids making the scandal even worse... it was a nasty thing to do to a man... but you gotta pay the rent somehow. The camera's film was all used and jack was starting to shuffle his way off the when something happened... his hat was blown to the other side of the glass sky view window. with a curse jack began to shuffle over the center of the glass and get the hat, right as the fingers of jacks hand curled around the cloth hat a sound started to surround the detective that maid his hart race... it was the sound of cracking glass... the sound of the glass under him.
the glass began to crack and mone as the broken glass lines became longer and longer jack knew there was no way to escape from what was about to happen so he did the only thing he could. with a suprized tone jack yelled out "O SON OF A...!" before he could finish the glass around him shatterd and the mealter that held the glass bent under the force of all the contents inside brakeing, as jack fell the woman under the man screamed as the decending detective fell and stopped suddenly for a metal bar cought the center of jacks cote. as the man noticed the falling glass a hat fell on his head seconds latter the the same man was smashed in the face by jack's hand quickly trying to get his hat and scramble up the metal... he couldn't turn...he couldn't move... al he could do is pray the man didn't have a gun. the man now angers got off of the woman took a metal lamp off the rickety desk next to the bed and began to swing at jack. even if jack couldn't move much at the time he began swinging back and forth dodging the house appliance being swung at him and even if no one was there to back him up he yelled anyway for help.
" hey if anyones out there i could use some help right about now!"
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« Reply #1 on Nov 13, 2007, 6:03pm » | |
The night was cold, dark, damp... one of those knights where one should know better than to travel the forlorn streets of Old Dream City. None the less, this woman lived by no warning, as foolish as she may be, and by no laws. Of course, in the face of anyone else, she was innocent, a simple woman lost on the streets. She knew where she was, she grew up wandering streets such as these… but not these exactly. No child could exactly grow up in Old Dream City without any type of sentinel. A sentinel of which she has always been without—aside from her coward of a dog that happened to have wandered into her path, and never strayed from it.
Moisture was so thick in the air that she found it difficult to breathe without the feeling that she was drinking her air. It made the tip of her nose feel cold, like the bite of winter was beginning to hit. None the less, she was content upon the shaded streets with her companion by her side. However, a rush of cold air made a chill go down her spine as. And what, of all things, created this chill? A limo… quite a peculiar sight, not many of those would be around, especially in this area of poverty. This perked her curiosity… as well as the taxi that followed behind the shiny vehicle. A crooked smile curved her lips, and she looked down to her companion, who wiggled in excitement and barked.
To keep up, and remain out of sight, she moved a few streets down and kept moving at a quickened pace. It wasn’t difficult to keep track of where this elegant vehicle was, being the only shiny thing moving in the area. It soon slowed to allow the most hideous man she has ever seen to leave the back seat with a dainty figure behind him. She cringed in disgust as the two walked toward the hotel… which was the type many would have a one night stand. Once the two had entered the building, a shady figure crept out of the taxi, and followed stealthily in their tracks. If not for this, she may have walked away—the old man was enough to scare her off.
She stayed back, casually walking past the door to hear two words, “Room 517.” She knew that entering from the front was a very bad idea, so she went to the side, where an alleyway stood, trashcans lit aflame for the homeless. Her eyes were on the fire exit that lifted to the roof. It began to rain, and she knew metal ladders wouldn’t be too fun. That’s when she saw the shady man come out one of the doors, considerably higher up than where she was. Quickly, she darted out of sight, with her dog clumsily behind her.
She watched as the figure, slipping and stumbling, reached the roof, and left her sight. Now, she would move. Her dog whined at the rain as she moved back into the open and to the first ladder. If she didn’t move quickly, the metal would only become more treacherous from the rain… but if she moved too quickly, she would slip for sure. She took a deep breath, and began her ascent. At the first landing, where a door the lead into the building, she chose it would be easier to just travel from the inside first, then climb the last ladder as the shady man had done.
Silently, she opened the door, but then heard a whine from bellow. With a sigh, she looked down the see the dog at the bottom of the ladder, just in arm’s reach. She walked back, got down on her knees and grabbed the paws of her companion, and quickly yanked him up. Though it wasn’t the most pleasing method to the dog, he was at least up and soon content when they entered the door, just to be out of the rain.
Now, she acted as if she was a guest, and since she was already on the second floor, no staff could notice unless they came looking for her directly… or asked if she should show her key. Of course, this didn’t happen, and thus wasn’t a worry… unless her dog barked. She moved quickly up the stairs that were adjacent to the door… it was much a quicker way than she was planning before, and dryer. The door was easy to spot—the man left it cracked slightly open, she and her dog slid out without a sound.
Of all the ladders, this one was the longest, and obviously slippery, since she saw the man slip before her. Looking down, she whispered, “You stay here… and stay quiet for once.” The dog whimpered and sat down against the cold wet metal with his ears back against his skull. Just as she began to climb the ladder, she heard glass shatter and the shouts and screams of a woman and two men. Aside from the occasional slip, she quickly reached the top unharmed. The call for help was her queue.
Her act was more of impulse than whit, and she quickly ran across the slippery surface to where the shout originated. Bellow, though the broken glass, was the horrifically ugly man, stark naked. She gagged and almost lost herself in horror, before realizing there was the shady figure hanging from a metal rod, camera in hand. “What on earth… pornography?” She whispered to him as she grabbed the part of his jacket that was caught, and she yanked him onto the slid wet ground.
She hadn’t expected for this shady figure to be taking pictures of the two, especially with how that man… disgusting. She wasn’t staying for long, of course, the shouting man inside the room would surely be on the move, and he caught glimpse of her face. Of all things, she didn’t want to have that chasing after her. She allowed the shady man not a moment to speak before she quickly ran back to the ladder and jumped down to the metal where her soaked dog waited—upon landing, as the ground shook beneath her, she almost felt as she shook it loose from it’s unstable bondage to the wall. She was inside the door, with her dog behind her, quick enough, or so she hoped, to be unseen by the three she happened to push herself into.
She sighed and looked down to her companion, “Next time I chase after something like this, bite me.”
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« Reply #2 on Nov 26, 2007, 2:53pm » | |
Jack was desperately swinging side by side dodging the fat greasballs swings the object in his hands, it wasn't looking all to well for him as the screaming yelling and dogging camensed until jack felt a tug on his coat. Hoping that he didn't have to fight a naked man just encase he decided to play a "little" to physical it was aether out of some twist of fate someone would be on the roof of a slum building in the cold rain and dumb enough to get themselves mixed up in this mess or his lucky jacked would rip and then aether fight or flight... but then there was no chance of someone being on a roof. the swinging became closer and closer now as the tugging got stronger, it was only when jack had to dodge one of the shots did he notice he was being slowly lifted. The mans swings were now starting to get to close for comfort as places to grab and pull himself up began to come in site, with one last swing the naked man closed his eye and began to thrust the aplince through the air... if the mans eye were opened he would have noticed Jacks shoe landing a blow to the top of his head as jack used the fat mans body as a stepping stool to reach the roofs opening.
With the womans screams in the room jack didn't know if he hurt the man or if he had something in his sleeve to get him... all he knew was he didnt care and he had to go. following his Saviour the detective slid down the stairs of the fire excites until he noticed the person who saved him had a dog and opened a door to the building to get in, Jack had to options run get a taxi then get the check for the photos the next day... or meet his new friend and risk getting hit with a toaster or something worse... but then whats fun about going home. Opening the door to enter the building he jumped in and then slowly shut the door trying not to make to much sound. ass the rain dripped off his clothing Jack leaned on the dry wall and sighed "pft... now that could have gone allot better. wiping the wet off his face he finally saw who saved him, it was a girl not old but not a kid, she was soaked to the bone and and looked really confused... then again after what she saw anyone would be like that. checking his pockets for a pack of cigarettes he spoke to the girl this time and not to himself " you know I'm not a pervert and if I was making a porn i wouldn't star someone that damn ugly, my names Jack and I'm a dick... a detective" finding the box of smokes he looked in do see to his aggravation that it was socked and filled with water... not to mention empty. At this scene his thoughts of his surrounding's went blank for a second as he remembered the day for what it was...shitty. he remembered everything about it getting woken up at 8 o'clock in the morning by a phone call, his good suit getting ruined at the dry cleaners, bad chines food watching this guy for his job giving him the runs, and of course what just happened... at this point as the surrounding came back one sentence went through his mind "even thought this hole day blowed at least I have my job done and my lucky..." at this thought all energy was focused on seeing if his lucky hat was still on his head. as Jacks fingers franticly checked his hair and scalp it was obvious now the hat was back in the room... or with the man. with fire now in his eye jack got off the wall and looked down the hall "son of a bitch... he has my hat!" fist clenched he began to walk down the hall twords where the room was upstairs... fortunately for him the man was not in the room... he was running down the stairs now with jacks hat in one hand and a gun in the other. The two men met in the hallways starting down at each other for several seconds, only feet away from each other the naked man pointed the gun forewords ready to fire... but Jack was to fast for a rich ameture like him and quickly slapped the gun arm away with his left arm and side stepping around the naked man pushing sideways letting the greasy angry man fall down the second flight of stairs as with a quick jab Jack took the hat out of his hands. walking back down the hall where the woman and the dog were jack put on his hat ran his fingers down it's rim and spoke to the girl looking at her with a smile " Well thanks for the help...
need a taxi?... i'll pay for your ride home."
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