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Post by Fabiano on Nov 27, 2003 19:42:12 GMT -5
"Be nice with the lil' lady, dude. Or else..."
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Post by Shinobi on Nov 27, 2003 19:43:44 GMT -5
"Oh im sure you can let us in." Jay said getting up to liz aliding his gloves off into the pockets of his jacket then reaching for the back pocket of his jeans pulling out his wallet and looking into it.
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Post by Falcon on Nov 27, 2003 19:47:07 GMT -5
"You wanna start something little man?" The big guy started to get up in his face.
"Sorry about him. Look, I have some...very high friends." She greased him a fifty dollar bill. There went half of her birthday money.
The bouncer looked at her hard for a minute. It took everything in her to keep a straight face.
"Go on in." He stepped to the side and opened the door,
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Post by Fabiano on Nov 27, 2003 19:48:49 GMT -5
"I hate bouncers... Oh wait, my dad is a bouncer... " Fab thinks for a second. "Yeah, I definitely hate bouncers"
Fab followed Liz and Jay as the walked in.
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Post by Shinobi on Nov 27, 2003 19:49:49 GMT -5
"Thanks i only had a twenty." Jay whispered to her. "and as long as your working disquises and aliases call me 'Phillip Ryder' k?" He asked looking around.
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Post by Falcon on Nov 27, 2003 19:53:46 GMT -5
"Brook Gullon. Just a tip, avoid eating or drinking anything. People get drugged and dragged off in places like this all the time." Then again, she watched allot of Court Tv. "But try to blend in."
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Post by Fabiano on Nov 27, 2003 19:55:49 GMT -5
"Okay, call me Kurt Cobain... No, Laney Staley... No, Eddie Vedder..."
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Post by Shinobi on Nov 27, 2003 19:58:40 GMT -5
Jay rolled his eyes at the new guy. "So then do we wait for our guy or do we split up and try to find out what we can?"
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Post by Fabiano on Nov 27, 2003 20:00:50 GMT -5
"Consider the alternatives... If we split we can find the guy faster, but we would be more vulnerable. Together we have each other's back..."
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Post by Falcon on Nov 27, 2003 20:05:09 GMT -5
"We're not nabbing him yet...we're finding hard case evidence. It's the only way to pin him for murder." She said as she turned on a tape recorder in her purse. She had told her mom she needed it to record notes...another lie.
>>Gotta go eat. Be back in thirty.<<
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Post by Shinobi on Nov 27, 2003 20:08:28 GMT -5
(im gettin goff to watch 8 crazy nights so if u wanna continue could someone plz write for avenger/jay?)
"Murder? well the plot thickens."
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Post by Fabiano on Nov 27, 2003 20:08:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, but... Where's the fun in that?"
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Post by Falcon on Nov 27, 2003 20:43:20 GMT -5
"I read the police blotters alot. There were two murders in the last week. Tom's been arressted before in anouther county for possesion of illeagal substance and for assult with a weapon. One of the people that was killed was the best friend of his ex-wife. The other was her brother."
The two guys just stared at her for a long time. "What? I looked up his FBI profiler on a spy site. "Phils Oracle should know about that site."
'Quit calling me Oracle!' came the reply from the walkie talkie.
'Brook' looked around. "Better split up now. Meet in the back corner in an hour."
"Gotcha." Jay nodded, backing out of the way and getting lost in the crowd.
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Post by Shinobi on Nov 27, 2003 21:22:57 GMT -5
Jay was spending his time hussling some guy at pool. 'easy money' he thought to himself. 'unless im trying to hussle a hussler...'
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Post by Falcon on Nov 27, 2003 21:28:06 GMT -5
Brook smacked at her gum and made her way through the crowd and upto the bar. 'try to fit in. try to fit in.
She spotted her man, Tom, not to far away and called for the bartender. "White Zenfadel."
"This is a beer joint lady, not some fancy shmancy resteraunt."
She smacked herself mentally for her mistake. Bloody Mary on the rocks." she ordered. Of course, she wouldn't stick around enough to drink it.
She busied herself by looking out at the crowd as her recorder slipped from her purse and into her handkerchef that she laid out on the table and amplified and recorded Toms conversation. "Sallies gonna PAY for leaving me after I got bsted for drugs last time, Manny. I swear it."
She pretended not to hear as she rocked her head along with the music and leaned against the bar, not even bothering to sit down. "Here's your drink, lady." Came the call of the Bartender.
"Thanks." She said as she tossed him five and brought the drink to her lips but didn't allow it to go past. She slammed her drink down against the bar and her face became filled with disgust.
"What'a matter? Not GOOD enough for ya?"
"Theres hardly ANY sherry in here."
"Whoa. You must like alot of liquor. I half of that thing is chop full wit' alcohol."
"Take it back."
"What!"
"You heard me, take it back."She waved a twenty in front of his face. "More money in it for ya."
The bartender grumbled and grabbed te drink, heading back to work.
She continued to listen to the conversation. "Tomarrow. I swear it. Tomarrow evening she dies."
Brook gulped. Great. Tomarrow was her da--er, outing with Paul. Ok....so she wasn;t planning to confront Tom herself before. She had planned just to gather evidence and then turn it into the police. Allow them to do the job. But...she couldn't resist the chance to be a vigilante like her favorite comicbook heroes were.
She had heard enough. She slipped her recorder back into her purse and headed to where a group of people were gathering around a pool table. The bartender came back to the bar to find his harsh costoumer gone. He slammed the drink down, breaking the glass and causing allot of people to turn their heads.
"Heh. Sucker. Can;t remember WHERE I saw that trick before." Sh emuttered as she made her way to the table and raised her eyebrow when she saw the sight.
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