Nadat spotted Opius walking up ahead and darted into the trees. It might be good to follow the barmaid, see where Opi’s feet took her. Nadat was not by any means good at tracking someone silently, but she managed to stay unseen as she watched Opi meet with Rose.
A few minutes later she was turning around and headed for the bar. Nadat had someone to meet. It was unfortunate that she remembered hardly anything about him. Cute eyes, nice coat, yes, but nothing else. He was new in town, and that presented multiple possibilities. There is nothing like a newbie to indoctrinate.
One quick cab-ride later she was at Mad Hatter’s, straightening her outfit. It had taken her a while to pick it out this morning. The red top would catch his eyes, or so she planned. Men could be quite easy to deal with sometimes. A glance at her watch made Nadat frown; she was on time instead of early. No time to already have a drink when he arrived…
Entering the bar she saw that he’d had the same idea, and was already in the same corner as last night, sipping something. Already he had the advantage in the meeting. At least the doors hadn’t slammed. With an inward sigh she put a smile on her face and walked over to meet her lunch partner.
"The Gothadors Of Our Lives" The Soap To End All
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Opius politely declined Rosie's offer of a drink. Her head was spinning with questions and she wanted to think as clearly as possible. She wasnt sure how Rosie would react to her confession.
"Come on, you can trust me, remember? We had a deal. I haven't let you down and I won't. Tell me what you have to say."
"Rosie, I am so sorry. I never truly believed it would come to this. I,...I....I honestly thought I had it under control, but I don't think I can handle it anymore. MT is gone, and when I picked up my phone, the line was dead. I didn't want to mention it, but I think someone has been in my house. I keep finding things in odd places and I could swear I was followed here..."
Opius began to feel sick. Waves of nausea overwhelmed her and her head spun.
Rose shook her head. "Opi, calm down. It's all going to work out fine, believe me. It will all be over soon..."
"No! It won't! This is why I'm here! I haven't been completely honest with you Rosie and I think that after last night, you should know what exactly is going on."
"What Opi? I think perhaps you should tell me..."
"I...I...."
That was all Opius managed to say before she passed out. Neither she nor Rosie realised that someone was watching them.
"Did you hear that?" said the female voice. "Yes darling, I heard it. Stay here, dont move."
The muscular man stepped out of the alley and looked around the main street. It was dark and he seen the barmaid running down the street and around the corner. He returned to the female still waiting patiently in the alley.
"It was no-one. Now where were we?"
"Opi.."
Opius stirred and tried to open her eyes fully. Where am I?
"Come on, you can trust me, remember? We had a deal. I haven't let you down and I won't. Tell me what you have to say."
"Rosie, I am so sorry. I never truly believed it would come to this. I,...I....I honestly thought I had it under control, but I don't think I can handle it anymore. MT is gone, and when I picked up my phone, the line was dead. I didn't want to mention it, but I think someone has been in my house. I keep finding things in odd places and I could swear I was followed here..."
Opius began to feel sick. Waves of nausea overwhelmed her and her head spun.
Rose shook her head. "Opi, calm down. It's all going to work out fine, believe me. It will all be over soon..."
"No! It won't! This is why I'm here! I haven't been completely honest with you Rosie and I think that after last night, you should know what exactly is going on."
"What Opi? I think perhaps you should tell me..."
"I...I...."
That was all Opius managed to say before she passed out. Neither she nor Rosie realised that someone was watching them.
"Did you hear that?" said the female voice. "Yes darling, I heard it. Stay here, dont move."
The muscular man stepped out of the alley and looked around the main street. It was dark and he seen the barmaid running down the street and around the corner. He returned to the female still waiting patiently in the alley.
"It was no-one. Now where were we?"
"Opi.."
Opius stirred and tried to open her eyes fully. Where am I?
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Posted 12 April 2005 - 15:58
Relaxing in my cushy chair I felt relieved; relieved that the family is back together again after months of having Tshe relocated from town to town because of that incident. I must say that actually glad to see my daughter again, after the mess she caused with her marriage I was worried about her being on her own again.
Only question that comes to mind however is why she wanted the lawyer’s home address. Sure I let him win the case this morning; Rose didn't really care for all the small inconveniences such as that. But I really didn’t think she could gain a friend such as him from only one day of living here. Even if she did, she shouldn’t be asking for his home address so soon.
I’ll have to tell Rose about this the next time we do lunch.
Only question that comes to mind however is why she wanted the lawyer’s home address. Sure I let him win the case this morning; Rose didn't really care for all the small inconveniences such as that. But I really didn’t think she could gain a friend such as him from only one day of living here. Even if she did, she shouldn’t be asking for his home address so soon.
I’ll have to tell Rose about this the next time we do lunch.
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Corruption.
The Mayor sat in his cushioned leather chair and picked at the brass on the end of his armrest. Loosening his red striped tie, he undid the top button of his white dress shirt and settled back into the chair. The expensive blue pin-striped suit wrinkled and creased as the Mayor sat back and stared miles past the newspaper laying on the desk. As his eyes finally focused on the headlines again, he smashed the bottom of his fist on the great oak desk. The mug of coffee which his hapless assistant had overfilled spilled half of its contents on the desk. He gazed at the mug's inscription - 'Absolute Power' and smoothed his hair, before resting his hand on the back of his neck.
He remembered the day that the woman had walked into his office. Years ago, it was her begging the most powerful figure in town for the permission to run a secret business. He was amused at the time, and had laughingly agreed to look the other way and grant protection of the Police force for 20% of her profits and the briefcase of money that the woman had laid on his desk. Surely this woman would never thrive in the underground world of Gothador. The town was too rough as it was! Now... years later... the woman ran her Crime Syndicate like an old world Italian Mob Boss, and he was just the Mayor.
Rose owned the headlines now. She had taken care of him, willingly increasing his cut on her profits every year as she took in more and more, and he was very comfortable with the money that he took.
This was about more than money now...
Watching her influence grow and grow, the Mayor allowed it, since his pockets were being lined with part of the spoils. Now was the time to recapture his town. He remembered what it was like to be on top. He would know that feeling again soon.
A light knock at the door broke his thoughts. The door cracked open, and his intern poked her head in the door. He waved her in and pushed his chair back... expecting his normal afternoon session with the young aspiring law student. This however...was not a typical day.
"Mayor ToneBoogie sir? You have a visitor. I will come back as soon as you are finished." The Mayor did not show his surprise at the prospect of an unannounced visitor and asked the young intern who it was.
"It's him".
The Mayor sighed.
Corruption...
The Mayor sat in his cushioned leather chair and picked at the brass on the end of his armrest. Loosening his red striped tie, he undid the top button of his white dress shirt and settled back into the chair. The expensive blue pin-striped suit wrinkled and creased as the Mayor sat back and stared miles past the newspaper laying on the desk. As his eyes finally focused on the headlines again, he smashed the bottom of his fist on the great oak desk. The mug of coffee which his hapless assistant had overfilled spilled half of its contents on the desk. He gazed at the mug's inscription - 'Absolute Power' and smoothed his hair, before resting his hand on the back of his neck.
He remembered the day that the woman had walked into his office. Years ago, it was her begging the most powerful figure in town for the permission to run a secret business. He was amused at the time, and had laughingly agreed to look the other way and grant protection of the Police force for 20% of her profits and the briefcase of money that the woman had laid on his desk. Surely this woman would never thrive in the underground world of Gothador. The town was too rough as it was! Now... years later... the woman ran her Crime Syndicate like an old world Italian Mob Boss, and he was just the Mayor.
Rose owned the headlines now. She had taken care of him, willingly increasing his cut on her profits every year as she took in more and more, and he was very comfortable with the money that he took.
This was about more than money now...
Watching her influence grow and grow, the Mayor allowed it, since his pockets were being lined with part of the spoils. Now was the time to recapture his town. He remembered what it was like to be on top. He would know that feeling again soon.
A light knock at the door broke his thoughts. The door cracked open, and his intern poked her head in the door. He waved her in and pushed his chair back... expecting his normal afternoon session with the young aspiring law student. This however...was not a typical day.
"Mayor ToneBoogie sir? You have a visitor. I will come back as soon as you are finished." The Mayor did not show his surprise at the prospect of an unannounced visitor and asked the young intern who it was.
"It's him".
The Mayor sighed.
Corruption...
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Posted 13 April 2005 - 01:21
Wiping the back of her hand against her sweaty brow, Shiyanne surveys the decently sized storefront with the new logo which states "DuPage Investigations" with pride, even if the inside is still quite a bit disorganized due to still getting her new business organized and under control. Walking inside to the watercooler, she grabs herself a cone and fills it with water, before sucking it down and refilling it again, this time sipping. Collapsing onto the plush office chair behind her desk, she props her booted feet up on the desk across the room from her high powered fan. Tossing the now empty water cone into the trash bin, she picks up the phone beside her hand and frowns as she hears no dial tone. Cursing she jumps out of her chair and paces the length of her office.
"Damn phone company. They said they'd have the service turned on at 8 this morning, and it's now 10. How the hell am I supposed to use the damn phone if it's not turned on yet?"
Slamming out her front door, her long legged stride eating up the sidewalk, she receives odd looks at her white t-shirt tucked into form fitting blue jeans and men's black cowboy boots tooled to fit her perfectly. Her long black hair blowing behind her in the wind, her lilac colored eyes sparking, then calming down as she spots a payphone. Picking up the receiver, she dials the number to the local phone company, and gives the lady on the other end a royal piece of her mind for their lack of service. She hangs up as the lady sputters out her apologies and promises a service man to be with her within the next half hour...
"Damn phone company. They said they'd have the service turned on at 8 this morning, and it's now 10. How the hell am I supposed to use the damn phone if it's not turned on yet?"
Slamming out her front door, her long legged stride eating up the sidewalk, she receives odd looks at her white t-shirt tucked into form fitting blue jeans and men's black cowboy boots tooled to fit her perfectly. Her long black hair blowing behind her in the wind, her lilac colored eyes sparking, then calming down as she spots a payphone. Picking up the receiver, she dials the number to the local phone company, and gives the lady on the other end a royal piece of her mind for their lack of service. She hangs up as the lady sputters out her apologies and promises a service man to be with her within the next half hour...
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The wind gently caressed her face moving her hair across her cheeks. She brushed the loose black strands back behind her ears. She checked to make certain she had her trusty weapons in place. Satisfied that they were she checked her boot for her dagger. She forgot that last time, and damn near paid for it. Checking her clothing in a shop window, it was immaculate, yet well worn. She was well off but only liked specific clothing, and never liked to show off her wealth. That sort of thing could get you pinched. Today she wore her black tank, and matching slacks. They were her trademark attire. She often chuckled when looking into her closet at night and not seeing much of anything.
The morning was nice but her stomach foul. She turned the corner heading downtown towards the subway, stopping in a convenience shop. She grabbed a bag of chips and an apple and threw them onto the counter. The clerk leered at her, "s'all?" He grumbled. "Yah...wait, a pack of vanilla cloves" The clerk threw the pack on the counter. She grabbed the pack tossing some coins in its place. Outside she lit a clove and began heading downtown. She wanted to scope out a museum that had just opened up, but first, she must see who owned it inside as well as out. No use heisting a pricey canvas if your life ends up on the line.
With that she reaches into her trench coat and withdrew a flask filled with scotch. Taking a large swig and placing it securely back inside her long black coat. She looked into the sky and thought to herself yup...it is going to be a hell of a day...
The morning was nice but her stomach foul. She turned the corner heading downtown towards the subway, stopping in a convenience shop. She grabbed a bag of chips and an apple and threw them onto the counter. The clerk leered at her, "s'all?" He grumbled. "Yah...wait, a pack of vanilla cloves" The clerk threw the pack on the counter. She grabbed the pack tossing some coins in its place. Outside she lit a clove and began heading downtown. She wanted to scope out a museum that had just opened up, but first, she must see who owned it inside as well as out. No use heisting a pricey canvas if your life ends up on the line.
With that she reaches into her trench coat and withdrew a flask filled with scotch. Taking a large swig and placing it securely back inside her long black coat. She looked into the sky and thought to herself yup...it is going to be a hell of a day...
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I walked to the Mad Hatter's half awake due to my lack of a sound sleep the night before. I was a zombie on my feet as I struggled my way down the busy late morning street. The sun clobbered me with its excruciating brilliance. I felt like one of the lushes at the bar last night, waking up after sleeping one off. I fumbled the key on the door knob until I finally made contact with the lock and opened up the door.
I flipped the closed sign around as I entered and got to work fixing my surefire pick-me-up from this undead state which overwhelmed me. A pot of the Mad Hatter's special coffee, could power a tank and I'm hardly exaggerating when I say that. After I started to sip, my morning crew stumbled in, each one waving to me as they got to work. I downed the coffee like I had just discovered The Fountain of Youth. Within no time at all it seemed I was back to my wide awake self.
"It's amazing how different a place can appear in the height of the day and the dead of night", I thought to myself as families came in for food. These were the types of people you'd never see during the day. The father and son in the corner would be replaced by Insat, the town ladies man, reeling in his catch of the day. The mother scanning the jukebox would be replaced by a wino, holding onto it for dear life as the effects of his tenth drink overtook him like a locomotive.
I shook my head and smiled as I got to work polishing off glasses which would be serving soda, rather than their late night intoxicating cousin. I recognized The Dark Stranger from last night who nodded at me as he entered. He had given the street a glance before he entered, like he was looking out for someone.
He took a seat in the same booth he inhabited last night. He ordered a drink and played the waiting game. I had a feeling which was confirmed when Nadat walked in a minute later. I thought to myself ""The Pyro and the Dark Stranger" it sounds like a movie I'd go to see uptown at the Trojan Theater".
As they got talking I had a funny feeling that Gothador was about to experience something large...the likes of which, it had never seen before...
I flipped the closed sign around as I entered and got to work fixing my surefire pick-me-up from this undead state which overwhelmed me. A pot of the Mad Hatter's special coffee, could power a tank and I'm hardly exaggerating when I say that. After I started to sip, my morning crew stumbled in, each one waving to me as they got to work. I downed the coffee like I had just discovered The Fountain of Youth. Within no time at all it seemed I was back to my wide awake self.
"It's amazing how different a place can appear in the height of the day and the dead of night", I thought to myself as families came in for food. These were the types of people you'd never see during the day. The father and son in the corner would be replaced by Insat, the town ladies man, reeling in his catch of the day. The mother scanning the jukebox would be replaced by a wino, holding onto it for dear life as the effects of his tenth drink overtook him like a locomotive.
I shook my head and smiled as I got to work polishing off glasses which would be serving soda, rather than their late night intoxicating cousin. I recognized The Dark Stranger from last night who nodded at me as he entered. He had given the street a glance before he entered, like he was looking out for someone.
He took a seat in the same booth he inhabited last night. He ordered a drink and played the waiting game. I had a feeling which was confirmed when Nadat walked in a minute later. I thought to myself ""The Pyro and the Dark Stranger" it sounds like a movie I'd go to see uptown at the Trojan Theater".
As they got talking I had a funny feeling that Gothador was about to experience something large...the likes of which, it had never seen before...
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(**OOC – co written by Sephidroth and Nadat**)
Bright sunlight lit the room, leaving almost no shadows for him, or anyone else, to hide in at this time of day. He scanned the room nonetheless, keeping an eye out for any signs of, well, for any signs of anything really. The barkeep was the same one from last night, although he seemed to be in a daze as he worked, as if he had not slept the night before. It was a different waitress, and alcohol was not on the menu for now, not with the families and businessmen that were crowding the place for lunch. He had the waitress bring him coffee. "Straight up," he had told her, with a wink, and he began to sip it slowly when he saw her walk in the door. Nadat, she had said her name was. Watching her as she crossed over to where he was sitting, he ran down the checklist in his head.
Likes to play with fire, check.
Works for Rose, check.
Young and unsure where her true loyalties lie, check.
She brushed a strand of hair from her face, watching the way he looked her over. Trying not to smirk at his obvious appraisal of her body Nadat nodded at him and took a seat. She would play this carefully, there was no telling who might already be paying him. "Good afternoon." Too formal, but there was no taking it back now. "I apologize, but I seem to have forgotten your name?"
"Ah, no need to apologize, I don't think we ever got as far as formal introductions last night." He made sure to keep his eyes on her body as he spoke. It made women feel like they were in control when they thought you were paying attention to nothing more than them, and they often failed to notice what else you were, in fact, doing. "Care from some lunch before we go out? I do hope you still intend to show me around town, like you said you would last night." Slipping a cigarette case from his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and put it to his lips, and started patting his pockets as if he could not find his lighter.
She smiled, amused. Men always had a talent at dodging when you wanted specific answers from them. Nadat pulled her Zippo from her boot and held it out in front of him. "And your name is?" She flipped it open, lighting the cigarette.
Taking a drag through the cigarette as she lit it for him, he exhaled slowly, blowing smoke towards the ceiling. "Thank you. You didn't answer my question though, care for some lunch before we head out?"
She bit her cheek, trying not to laugh. "Very well, stranger. Yes, I'd like lunch."
Waiving the waitress over, he told her they were ready to order. "I'll have a bacon sandwich. And for you?" he asked, turning to Nadat.
"Hm. I'd like the chicken sandwich, mysterious." She was going to need a thesaurus soon if he didn't get around to naming himself.
The waitress left, and he turned back to looking down at her body as he slowly smoked his cigarette. “So, I understand you work for Rose?â€
Bright sunlight lit the room, leaving almost no shadows for him, or anyone else, to hide in at this time of day. He scanned the room nonetheless, keeping an eye out for any signs of, well, for any signs of anything really. The barkeep was the same one from last night, although he seemed to be in a daze as he worked, as if he had not slept the night before. It was a different waitress, and alcohol was not on the menu for now, not with the families and businessmen that were crowding the place for lunch. He had the waitress bring him coffee. "Straight up," he had told her, with a wink, and he began to sip it slowly when he saw her walk in the door. Nadat, she had said her name was. Watching her as she crossed over to where he was sitting, he ran down the checklist in his head.
Likes to play with fire, check.
Works for Rose, check.
Young and unsure where her true loyalties lie, check.
She brushed a strand of hair from her face, watching the way he looked her over. Trying not to smirk at his obvious appraisal of her body Nadat nodded at him and took a seat. She would play this carefully, there was no telling who might already be paying him. "Good afternoon." Too formal, but there was no taking it back now. "I apologize, but I seem to have forgotten your name?"
"Ah, no need to apologize, I don't think we ever got as far as formal introductions last night." He made sure to keep his eyes on her body as he spoke. It made women feel like they were in control when they thought you were paying attention to nothing more than them, and they often failed to notice what else you were, in fact, doing. "Care from some lunch before we go out? I do hope you still intend to show me around town, like you said you would last night." Slipping a cigarette case from his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and put it to his lips, and started patting his pockets as if he could not find his lighter.
She smiled, amused. Men always had a talent at dodging when you wanted specific answers from them. Nadat pulled her Zippo from her boot and held it out in front of him. "And your name is?" She flipped it open, lighting the cigarette.
Taking a drag through the cigarette as she lit it for him, he exhaled slowly, blowing smoke towards the ceiling. "Thank you. You didn't answer my question though, care for some lunch before we head out?"
She bit her cheek, trying not to laugh. "Very well, stranger. Yes, I'd like lunch."
Waiving the waitress over, he told her they were ready to order. "I'll have a bacon sandwich. And for you?" he asked, turning to Nadat.
"Hm. I'd like the chicken sandwich, mysterious." She was going to need a thesaurus soon if he didn't get around to naming himself.
The waitress left, and he turned back to looking down at her body as he slowly smoked his cigarette. “So, I understand you work for Rose?â€
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Posted 13 April 2005 - 19:25
insatiable walks up the back stairs of this old building, thankful that the alleyway was so dark and quiet, affording him his much needed privacy. The green fairy had hit him with a hammer last night, and he was still paying for it this morning.....
He checks the crumpled note that he found in his mailbox this morning, and hopes the information is right... hopes this is finally where he finds her hiding.He grins to himself and hisses, " Stupid little Shiyanne.... a private dick?" what were the odds?
He hears someone come in the front door just as he jimmies the back door open, lucky timing again. He knows its her, he knows the sound of those damn cowboy boots, she never was one for any sense of stayle, or practicality, and he slides to the side office door, with a custom piece in his hand. Anyone that saw the gun would think it was a joke, long tube on the end of it, the tip filled in with wax, but it served its deadly purpose most discreetly, and discreet for him was a good thing this day. He knew the less people that knew he was here, the less info he would have to divulge, the less he would need to tell anyone that she had built this little joke business of money he had earned... he grimaced just hinking of it.
" i mean come on, seriously, blackmail?" He was not opposed to blackmail mind you, just not a fan of it, when it was aimed at him... How was he to have known the elderly woman that he had charmed was in fact "Mr. Mayor"'s lovely and often troublesome mother... all he knew was she was buying the absinthe, and that Doc had done a great job on her breasts...
What he didn't count on was that little conniving wh.... woman, taking his pics as he left Hatters that night... why would she come back? doesn't she know he is in town again? No matter, she will know now..
As he hears her settle in her seat, and the annoying clunk of her boots on the desk, he makes his move, swinging the door open silently behind her, pressing the boomstick to the base of her neck, and he whispers " Bang baby", he pulls the trigger, ending her before the words register in her dull little mind...
He is not surprised the silencer does so well, nor that the collapsed tip on the bullet he had made, did so much damage bouncing around in her ugly little head, not exiting, as that would alert others to a shot being fired...
as quietly as he came in, insatiable pockets her payroll, more than he ever gave her in fact, takes the phone off the hook, he sticks a knife into the electrical outlet and it sparks, catching the wallpaper above it on fire. Waiting till the flames look sufficient, he kicks over her oil heater, and sneaks back into the peaceful and quiet dark alleyway knowing all the evidence is now gone.... and he is free of this...
He checks the crumpled note that he found in his mailbox this morning, and hopes the information is right... hopes this is finally where he finds her hiding.He grins to himself and hisses, " Stupid little Shiyanne.... a private dick?" what were the odds?
He hears someone come in the front door just as he jimmies the back door open, lucky timing again. He knows its her, he knows the sound of those damn cowboy boots, she never was one for any sense of stayle, or practicality, and he slides to the side office door, with a custom piece in his hand. Anyone that saw the gun would think it was a joke, long tube on the end of it, the tip filled in with wax, but it served its deadly purpose most discreetly, and discreet for him was a good thing this day. He knew the less people that knew he was here, the less info he would have to divulge, the less he would need to tell anyone that she had built this little joke business of money he had earned... he grimaced just hinking of it.
" i mean come on, seriously, blackmail?" He was not opposed to blackmail mind you, just not a fan of it, when it was aimed at him... How was he to have known the elderly woman that he had charmed was in fact "Mr. Mayor"'s lovely and often troublesome mother... all he knew was she was buying the absinthe, and that Doc had done a great job on her breasts...
What he didn't count on was that little conniving wh.... woman, taking his pics as he left Hatters that night... why would she come back? doesn't she know he is in town again? No matter, she will know now..
As he hears her settle in her seat, and the annoying clunk of her boots on the desk, he makes his move, swinging the door open silently behind her, pressing the boomstick to the base of her neck, and he whispers " Bang baby", he pulls the trigger, ending her before the words register in her dull little mind...
He is not surprised the silencer does so well, nor that the collapsed tip on the bullet he had made, did so much damage bouncing around in her ugly little head, not exiting, as that would alert others to a shot being fired...
as quietly as he came in, insatiable pockets her payroll, more than he ever gave her in fact, takes the phone off the hook, he sticks a knife into the electrical outlet and it sparks, catching the wallpaper above it on fire. Waiting till the flames look sufficient, he kicks over her oil heater, and sneaks back into the peaceful and quiet dark alleyway knowing all the evidence is now gone.... and he is free of this...
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The alley seemed clear. Funny how it seemed to have shrunk since her high-school days. Ah, there up ahead were the old remains of Bilbohall Hospital. A movement from ahead made Nadat freeze.
A scruffy-looking person was walking down the alley very rapidly. Nadat slipped into the shadows of a run-down building’s door. The person (too slouched and skinny for Nadat to be certain of gender) was muttering as they approached, then suddenly they stopped and looked directly at Nadat.
Female, and young. That was all Nadat could figure out. She pulled a random bill from her pocket and thrust it into the girl’s hands. “You look half-starved. Here. Take this. And if anyone asks, you never saw me. In fact, you saw the person you hate the most. Understand?â€
A scruffy-looking person was walking down the alley very rapidly. Nadat slipped into the shadows of a run-down building’s door. The person (too slouched and skinny for Nadat to be certain of gender) was muttering as they approached, then suddenly they stopped and looked directly at Nadat.
Female, and young. That was all Nadat could figure out. She pulled a random bill from her pocket and thrust it into the girl’s hands. “You look half-starved. Here. Take this. And if anyone asks, you never saw me. In fact, you saw the person you hate the most. Understand?â€
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Posted 13 April 2005 - 22:56
Maxie walked out of the local hangout quickly, cursing under her breath. Her no good rival had been there, and had monopolised the only people willing to buy Maxie's trinkets. She threw the bracelets aside and continued coming up with ways to hurt Beth, her rival. Turning into an alleyway she caught a glimpse of someone.
What the...? Hmm, looks like a target
Maxie took a closer look and changed her mind quickly. The woman was no target and the expression on her face disturbed Maxie. Before Maxie could comment a bill was thrust in her hand and she heard the dangerous looking stranger say "You look half-starved. Here. Take this. And if anyone asks, you never saw me. In fact, you saw the person you hate the most. Understand?"
Maxie closed her hand around the bill and ran off, still spooked by the intent and focused expression. She turned into another alley that led to a cheapish shop and slowed down to a walk.
What the...? Hmm, looks like a target
Maxie took a closer look and changed her mind quickly. The woman was no target and the expression on her face disturbed Maxie. Before Maxie could comment a bill was thrust in her hand and she heard the dangerous looking stranger say "You look half-starved. Here. Take this. And if anyone asks, you never saw me. In fact, you saw the person you hate the most. Understand?"
Maxie closed her hand around the bill and ran off, still spooked by the intent and focused expression. She turned into another alley that led to a cheapish shop and slowed down to a walk.
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((OOC: Co-Written with Opi (in one part) and with Mid (in another)))
Earlier that morning…
Up at the crack of dawn as usual, Rose was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. While, she could afford to have butlers, maids, cooks, and what not on staff at her home, only a few people were actually employed: a driver, a maid, and a gardener. While she could drive if necessary, she really didn’t care for it all that much. The maid was only there a couple days a week to dust and polish the dark hardwood floors. Since Rose lived alone now, there was really never much of a mess to clean up, and her clothes were sent to the cleaners. As much as she loved to work in her gardens, she rarely had time for it these days, as things had been very hectic as of late. For cooking though, Rose loved to do that on her own. The only time she hired a chef or a cook was when she would be having a large gathering at her home, and those were few and far between now a day.
Having already picked up the delivered newspaper, Rose sat down to eat her omelet and toast while reading the mornings news. One headline in particular caught her attention: “Madame Tiger killed last night in car explosion.â€
Earlier that morning…
Up at the crack of dawn as usual, Rose was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. While, she could afford to have butlers, maids, cooks, and what not on staff at her home, only a few people were actually employed: a driver, a maid, and a gardener. While she could drive if necessary, she really didn’t care for it all that much. The maid was only there a couple days a week to dust and polish the dark hardwood floors. Since Rose lived alone now, there was really never much of a mess to clean up, and her clothes were sent to the cleaners. As much as she loved to work in her gardens, she rarely had time for it these days, as things had been very hectic as of late. For cooking though, Rose loved to do that on her own. The only time she hired a chef or a cook was when she would be having a large gathering at her home, and those were few and far between now a day.
Having already picked up the delivered newspaper, Rose sat down to eat her omelet and toast while reading the mornings news. One headline in particular caught her attention: “Madame Tiger killed last night in car explosion.â€
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Later that morning, but still earlier that day... 
Opius sat in the back of the car and sobbed. Why couldn't she just have told Rosie everything?
The lights in the alley were dim. Opius was taking a shortcut to her apartment and heard an owl hooting in the distance. It was late. She had offered to stay behind at the bar to clear some things up for Burton. She would do almost anything for that man....
The daydreaming continued as she reached the main street. Distracted by her devilish thoughts, she didn't notice the tall man following her....
"Excuse me ma'am, but we are at our destination. Would you like some assistance?"
Opius woke with a start. She must have dozed off in the back of the car. Dammit! I just don't do stress very well...
"No thanks Larry. I should be fine from here."
Larry tipped his hat, closed the car door behind Opius and casually sauntered around to the driver's side once again. He was a sweet man. Obedient and trustworthy, as far as Opius could tell. Rosie wouldn't have employed him otherwise.
Opius looked around the street before she made her way up the stairs to her apartment. Everything seemed so calm and quiet, although there were plenty of people getting on with their daily routine. She climbed the stairs slowly, in an attempt to relax. Maybe I should call Burton...
She opened the door and glanced over her shoulder before walking into the lounge. Closing the door behind her, she rested against it for a few seconds and closed her eyes. Breathe deeply, calm down
What would she say to him? Should she tell him everything? Goddamnit! Why could I not have been clearer with Rosie?
Opius tried to organise the thoughts in her head and decided that some coffee might help.
She wandered into her kitchen and noticed the broken mug on the floor from earlier. Grabbing a dustpan and brush, she swept the shards of broken porcelain off of the floor and emptied them into the trashcan. Opening the cupboard for a new mug, she tried to remember the exact details of what she heard between Mid and Persy that night. Her head began to pound. She poured a fresh coffee and slowly sipped at it. I really should just call Burton
Picking up the phone, she realised it was still dead. What she wasn't aware of was the woman watching her from the building across the street. ...
Opius quickly changed clothes and grabbed her jacket, having decided that she had to speak with Burton immediately. She found it easier to talk with him, having had many chats late into the evening and the small hours of the morning. Here's hoping this particular chat doesn't destroy what we have Few people knew about their relationship, but they both liked it that way. It made life easier for them both at the bar. Not that he showed her any favoritism.
She shut the door behind her and tried to gather her thoughts as she walked towards Burton's house. Curious, she looked around for George but couldn't see him anywhere. He'd be there though. He did his job well, blending in with the town and its people. If George was following you, you would never know, unless he told you.
Opius tried to calm herself down. It'll be OK. Burton is a good guy. He'll understand. She sighed heavily and knocked on the door.
"Hey, can I have a quick word?"
"Sure." said Burton. "Come on in." He smiled at Opius and ushered her inside. She was about to drop a bomb on him and he didn't even see it coming...
Opius sat in the back of the car and sobbed. Why couldn't she just have told Rosie everything?
The lights in the alley were dim. Opius was taking a shortcut to her apartment and heard an owl hooting in the distance. It was late. She had offered to stay behind at the bar to clear some things up for Burton. She would do almost anything for that man....
The daydreaming continued as she reached the main street. Distracted by her devilish thoughts, she didn't notice the tall man following her....
"Excuse me ma'am, but we are at our destination. Would you like some assistance?"
Opius woke with a start. She must have dozed off in the back of the car. Dammit! I just don't do stress very well...
"No thanks Larry. I should be fine from here."
Larry tipped his hat, closed the car door behind Opius and casually sauntered around to the driver's side once again. He was a sweet man. Obedient and trustworthy, as far as Opius could tell. Rosie wouldn't have employed him otherwise.
Opius looked around the street before she made her way up the stairs to her apartment. Everything seemed so calm and quiet, although there were plenty of people getting on with their daily routine. She climbed the stairs slowly, in an attempt to relax. Maybe I should call Burton...
She opened the door and glanced over her shoulder before walking into the lounge. Closing the door behind her, she rested against it for a few seconds and closed her eyes. Breathe deeply, calm down
What would she say to him? Should she tell him everything? Goddamnit! Why could I not have been clearer with Rosie?
Opius tried to organise the thoughts in her head and decided that some coffee might help.
She wandered into her kitchen and noticed the broken mug on the floor from earlier. Grabbing a dustpan and brush, she swept the shards of broken porcelain off of the floor and emptied them into the trashcan. Opening the cupboard for a new mug, she tried to remember the exact details of what she heard between Mid and Persy that night. Her head began to pound. She poured a fresh coffee and slowly sipped at it. I really should just call Burton
Picking up the phone, she realised it was still dead. What she wasn't aware of was the woman watching her from the building across the street. ...
Opius quickly changed clothes and grabbed her jacket, having decided that she had to speak with Burton immediately. She found it easier to talk with him, having had many chats late into the evening and the small hours of the morning. Here's hoping this particular chat doesn't destroy what we have Few people knew about their relationship, but they both liked it that way. It made life easier for them both at the bar. Not that he showed her any favoritism.
She shut the door behind her and tried to gather her thoughts as she walked towards Burton's house. Curious, she looked around for George but couldn't see him anywhere. He'd be there though. He did his job well, blending in with the town and its people. If George was following you, you would never know, unless he told you.
Opius tried to calm herself down. It'll be OK. Burton is a good guy. He'll understand. She sighed heavily and knocked on the door.
"Hey, can I have a quick word?"
"Sure." said Burton. "Come on in." He smiled at Opius and ushered her inside. She was about to drop a bomb on him and he didn't even see it coming...
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(OOC: Cowritten by mtk and myself)
She walked into the office, brushing off the distasteful comments of the interns she looked back, flipping her hair and giving them a suggestive wink. Interns, so easily to please yet they work oh so hard, even if they're only errand boys. "Hey, can anyone of you gentlemen tell me where I can find mtk's office? I'd be grateful." After a few offers, varying from dinner to a ride back to one of their places, she got what she wanted and gracefully declined each offer. Gliding towards her destination, putting a little sway into her hips, knowing several pairs of eyes where on her.
Knocking gently, she opened the door, peeking her head in. "mtk? You busy for someone like me?"
mtk looked up at the interruption and shoved the papers he was almost done filling out aside. He smiled but had a surprised look on his face. "Of course not," he said happily. "Come on in. I gather you didn't want to wait until tomorrow, then? I wasn't expecting to see you here."
She smiled back, opening the door and silently shutting it behind her. "I hope you weren't busy with important matters. I can wait to say what I have to say tomorrow."
He stood up and removed some files from the chair in front of his desk. "Nothing important. You can say whatever it is right now if you'd like. I need a minute to get out the stuff for making up a will, though."
"This isn't about the will actually. I um, wanted to take you up on that offer for dinner." She bit her lip nervously.
mtk's jaw dropped slightly. He smiled, then nodded while he tried to find words. He hadn't been expecting her to show up here at all, and definitely hadn't been expecting her to accept his dinner offer after turning it down earlier. "That sounds like a delightful idea. It's a bit early for dinner, though, much as I would like to spend some time with you, and I'm afraid I'm due in court at two. Should I come by your house about six o'clock to pick you up?" he asked.
Six?" She went over her schedule swiftly in her mind. Aunty's orders can wait till late tonight. I'm sure she won't mind me waiting a few days before I start working. "Six would be great. Anything particular I have to wear?"
"It's not too formal, but don't wear whatever you wear around the house. What you have on now would be fine, I'd say." He looked her up and down, taking care not to ogle her too much, but noting that she was dressed smartly.
Blushing slightly, knowing exactly what he was doing she smiled. "Alright, six it is then. I thank you for seeing me on very short notice, even if it was for a dinner date. I hope you win your case mtk"
"I intend to," he said, smiling back at her. "And I'd be willing to see you anytime on short notice." mtk began to say something more, then stopped. Without knowing what he was doing, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
She gaped at him, staring wide eyed at him as her lips still tingled from the soft kiss. Going on instinct she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him thoroughly.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her more, finally pulling away as he needed air. He stared into her eyes and whispered, "Wow." Nothing more seemed to need saying.
"Wow indeed." She panted softly. The realization of what happened slowly crept into her mind, making her freeze before stumbling back against the wall near the door. Not meeting his gaze she whispered. "I'm sorry but I can't do that. I'll see you at six." Scrambling to find the door knob, she quickly opened up the door and ran, leaving a confused lawyer and several disappointed interns behind.
She walked into the office, brushing off the distasteful comments of the interns she looked back, flipping her hair and giving them a suggestive wink. Interns, so easily to please yet they work oh so hard, even if they're only errand boys. "Hey, can anyone of you gentlemen tell me where I can find mtk's office? I'd be grateful." After a few offers, varying from dinner to a ride back to one of their places, she got what she wanted and gracefully declined each offer. Gliding towards her destination, putting a little sway into her hips, knowing several pairs of eyes where on her.
Knocking gently, she opened the door, peeking her head in. "mtk? You busy for someone like me?"
mtk looked up at the interruption and shoved the papers he was almost done filling out aside. He smiled but had a surprised look on his face. "Of course not," he said happily. "Come on in. I gather you didn't want to wait until tomorrow, then? I wasn't expecting to see you here."
She smiled back, opening the door and silently shutting it behind her. "I hope you weren't busy with important matters. I can wait to say what I have to say tomorrow."
He stood up and removed some files from the chair in front of his desk. "Nothing important. You can say whatever it is right now if you'd like. I need a minute to get out the stuff for making up a will, though."
"This isn't about the will actually. I um, wanted to take you up on that offer for dinner." She bit her lip nervously.
mtk's jaw dropped slightly. He smiled, then nodded while he tried to find words. He hadn't been expecting her to show up here at all, and definitely hadn't been expecting her to accept his dinner offer after turning it down earlier. "That sounds like a delightful idea. It's a bit early for dinner, though, much as I would like to spend some time with you, and I'm afraid I'm due in court at two. Should I come by your house about six o'clock to pick you up?" he asked.
Six?" She went over her schedule swiftly in her mind. Aunty's orders can wait till late tonight. I'm sure she won't mind me waiting a few days before I start working. "Six would be great. Anything particular I have to wear?"
"It's not too formal, but don't wear whatever you wear around the house. What you have on now would be fine, I'd say." He looked her up and down, taking care not to ogle her too much, but noting that she was dressed smartly.
Blushing slightly, knowing exactly what he was doing she smiled. "Alright, six it is then. I thank you for seeing me on very short notice, even if it was for a dinner date. I hope you win your case mtk"
"I intend to," he said, smiling back at her. "And I'd be willing to see you anytime on short notice." mtk began to say something more, then stopped. Without knowing what he was doing, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
She gaped at him, staring wide eyed at him as her lips still tingled from the soft kiss. Going on instinct she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him thoroughly.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her more, finally pulling away as he needed air. He stared into her eyes and whispered, "Wow." Nothing more seemed to need saying.
"Wow indeed." She panted softly. The realization of what happened slowly crept into her mind, making her freeze before stumbling back against the wall near the door. Not meeting his gaze she whispered. "I'm sorry but I can't do that. I'll see you at six." Scrambling to find the door knob, she quickly opened up the door and ran, leaving a confused lawyer and several disappointed interns behind.
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Posted 19 April 2005 - 06:42
***OOC – Co-written by Serynity and Zarathustra***
Zara strolled up to the pier-side café and asked the maitre d’ for a table on the patio. Ordering a martini, she lit a cigarette and made herself comfortable. Just as her drink arrived, she spotted Serynity walking up, dressed in a tailored navy blue suit, and make-up which highlighted her sharp features, unusual for her. Zara noted the silver necklace, which brought out the bright flecks in her dark eyes, and wondered what the occasion was.
Standing up to greet her, Zara stopped the waitress from leaving so Sery could order a drink.
Finally settling in, the women engaged in small talk until after their food had been ordered. Serynity examined her companion, fingering her glass and wondering what she was here for. Finally she spoke, “So, what is this all about?â€
Zara strolled up to the pier-side café and asked the maitre d’ for a table on the patio. Ordering a martini, she lit a cigarette and made herself comfortable. Just as her drink arrived, she spotted Serynity walking up, dressed in a tailored navy blue suit, and make-up which highlighted her sharp features, unusual for her. Zara noted the silver necklace, which brought out the bright flecks in her dark eyes, and wondered what the occasion was.
Standing up to greet her, Zara stopped the waitress from leaving so Sery could order a drink.
Finally settling in, the women engaged in small talk until after their food had been ordered. Serynity examined her companion, fingering her glass and wondering what she was here for. Finally she spoke, “So, what is this all about?â€
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Posted 19 April 2005 - 22:24
Her meeting with Zara had been…nice. Her companion
was easy on the eyes, the surgeon had done well, not
that she wasn’t before the accident. They’d finished up
their dinner in silence, occasionally glancing at one another
offering each a polite smile, both lost in their own thoughts.
Unnoticed Serynity had hitched a ride home, a polite
gentleman that had been so kind as to stop and ask
her if she needed a lift. No names exchanged, a quiet
ride, he dropped her off two blocks from home. He
seemed nice enough, but she was weary of others knowing
where she lived. Her apartment was small, but neat, and
found on the cruddy side of town, but it was warm, dry and
she had no complaints, it was hers.
The air was crisp and cool, her feet quickly carried her
home, and Serynity let herself in.
She moved effortlessly in the dim light of her home,
making her way to the bathroom, Serynity reached up,
pulling the chain dangling from the light fixture bolted to the
ceiling, a bare light bulb, nothing more. Changing out of the
stodgy suit she’d been wearing, she felt more relaxed already.
Serynity slipped a robe over her shoulders, tying it loosely at
the waist, she stood in front of the small mirror above the
bathroom sink, her worn, slender hands clasped around the
lip of the basin. The upper right hand corner cracked, and
missing, the workmanship of the mirror poor, making the
reflection staring back at her clouded.
Did this bouncer have something to do with MT’s
murder? Surely, Rose is involved. Serynity brooded,
her lips pursing in thought. She thought hard, recalling
her companion’s words. Zara had mentioned a ledger,
a bold assumption, or did she really know it was indeed
a ledger? If that’s the case, maybe MT had been hiding
something. Rose had her feet dipped in just about every
puddle of a business in this city; perhaps MT hadn’t been
telling her everything. Serynity sighed sharply, frustrated
and confused. She glanced up, gazing out the small
window above the tub; her street illuminated by only one
flickering street light a few doors down.
Without another thought she stretched, killing the light
with a swift yank, and went to bed early, her eyes once
more adjusting in the obscure apartment. Serynity
studied the ceiling tiles above her bed, just as she’d done
countless times before…
was easy on the eyes, the surgeon had done well, not
that she wasn’t before the accident. They’d finished up
their dinner in silence, occasionally glancing at one another
offering each a polite smile, both lost in their own thoughts.
Unnoticed Serynity had hitched a ride home, a polite
gentleman that had been so kind as to stop and ask
her if she needed a lift. No names exchanged, a quiet
ride, he dropped her off two blocks from home. He
seemed nice enough, but she was weary of others knowing
where she lived. Her apartment was small, but neat, and
found on the cruddy side of town, but it was warm, dry and
she had no complaints, it was hers.
The air was crisp and cool, her feet quickly carried her
home, and Serynity let herself in.
She moved effortlessly in the dim light of her home,
making her way to the bathroom, Serynity reached up,
pulling the chain dangling from the light fixture bolted to the
ceiling, a bare light bulb, nothing more. Changing out of the
stodgy suit she’d been wearing, she felt more relaxed already.
Serynity slipped a robe over her shoulders, tying it loosely at
the waist, she stood in front of the small mirror above the
bathroom sink, her worn, slender hands clasped around the
lip of the basin. The upper right hand corner cracked, and
missing, the workmanship of the mirror poor, making the
reflection staring back at her clouded.
Did this bouncer have something to do with MT’s
murder? Surely, Rose is involved. Serynity brooded,
her lips pursing in thought. She thought hard, recalling
her companion’s words. Zara had mentioned a ledger,
a bold assumption, or did she really know it was indeed
a ledger? If that’s the case, maybe MT had been hiding
something. Rose had her feet dipped in just about every
puddle of a business in this city; perhaps MT hadn’t been
telling her everything. Serynity sighed sharply, frustrated
and confused. She glanced up, gazing out the small
window above the tub; her street illuminated by only one
flickering street light a few doors down.
Without another thought she stretched, killing the light
with a swift yank, and went to bed early, her eyes once
more adjusting in the obscure apartment. Serynity
studied the ceiling tiles above her bed, just as she’d done
countless times before…
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Posted 21 April 2005 - 22:01
Her heart raced with fear and excitement as she ran towards her car as if the dogs of war were hot on her heels. God what have I done? I shouldn't have let him kiss me. Hell, I shouldn't have kissed him back; I just don't know what came over me. Urgh, I think I need a drink. She got into her car, calming her quickened heart beat. Physical attraction, that's all Tshe. You're lonesome, he's cute with those eyes, that wicked smile, that passionate kiss... God! She scolded herself for thinking of such things, pulling onto the road.
Driving towards the mad hatters, she half heartedly looked down an alleyway, spotting something peculiar, like a thin, black object. What the... it's probably just a piece of garbage. Still, wouldn't hurt to look. She pulled up to the curb, reaching under her seat for the gun she kept hidden under there all these years.....
"Tshe honey put the gun away. You don't know how to use it." Her husbanded pleaded with her.
"Like hell I don't!" She snapped. "You yourself taught me how to shoot when you were my protector. Do you really think that just because you're my husband now will make me forget my training?!"
"Tshe, I promise not to do it again, just please, put the gun down."
She felt herself travel into a pit of darkness where she felt nothing. No guilt, no sadness, nothing. "No Sam. You can't make me a promise in which you'll never hold to. Unlike you, I'll stick to mine: Till death do us part, beloved." She fired, wincing as his hot blood splattered on her face....
She jerked out of the memory, tears welling up in her frightened eyes. Oh knock it off girl, he’s dead and buried. He betrayed your trust and your aunty’. For that alone he did not deserve to live. Releasing her hold on the gun, she stepped out of her car, gathering strength from the cold wind gently blowing. Looking down both sides of the sidewalk, she wandered down the alley, coughing slightly as a raunchy odor wafted in the area. Whew! The garbage men really need to get rid of this trash, kinda smells like … death.
She shrugged it aside, thinking it was some really rotten food as she bent down to pick up what it looks to be a note book. Flipping through the pages and skimming over the information promptly, she noticed a lot of it had to do with aunty’s “businessâ€
Driving towards the mad hatters, she half heartedly looked down an alleyway, spotting something peculiar, like a thin, black object. What the... it's probably just a piece of garbage. Still, wouldn't hurt to look. She pulled up to the curb, reaching under her seat for the gun she kept hidden under there all these years.....
"Tshe honey put the gun away. You don't know how to use it." Her husbanded pleaded with her.
"Like hell I don't!" She snapped. "You yourself taught me how to shoot when you were my protector. Do you really think that just because you're my husband now will make me forget my training?!"
"Tshe, I promise not to do it again, just please, put the gun down."
She felt herself travel into a pit of darkness where she felt nothing. No guilt, no sadness, nothing. "No Sam. You can't make me a promise in which you'll never hold to. Unlike you, I'll stick to mine: Till death do us part, beloved." She fired, wincing as his hot blood splattered on her face....
She jerked out of the memory, tears welling up in her frightened eyes. Oh knock it off girl, he’s dead and buried. He betrayed your trust and your aunty’. For that alone he did not deserve to live. Releasing her hold on the gun, she stepped out of her car, gathering strength from the cold wind gently blowing. Looking down both sides of the sidewalk, she wandered down the alley, coughing slightly as a raunchy odor wafted in the area. Whew! The garbage men really need to get rid of this trash, kinda smells like … death.
She shrugged it aside, thinking it was some really rotten food as she bent down to pick up what it looks to be a note book. Flipping through the pages and skimming over the information promptly, she noticed a lot of it had to do with aunty’s “businessâ€
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Posted 22 April 2005 - 23:00
She nodded to the secretary, wondering who the man was that brushed past quickly. His hat hid his face, and the coat was oversized, masking his body’s appearance. Nadat went into the office, dismissing her mental inquiries for the time.
“Another coffee,â€
“Another coffee,â€
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