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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 0:34:32 GMT
(this one started while i was listening to elvis costello's watching the detectives - she is watching the detectives, oh! he's so cute - and once again those characters that i came up with long ago and that i dont know what to do with just re-surfaced. deal with them as you please.)
the ring tone his cell phone usually reflected his mood of the day.
this was not a good day, by any standard.
he answered as briefly as he could, and as sternly.
- doyle.
- having fun? frank had to be in a good mood, he who rarely was.
- you're kidding, right?
- has the beggar shown up yet?
- have I called you about him? no, i have not. so i have nothing. and in four hours, i will still be here, sitting pretty in my car, and the bastard will be nowhere in sight. you know that. but you hate me. i said i thought your daughter is cute, and you vowed to get my sanity. so you sent me here, a seasoned detective, on a surveillance detail. fine. i can take it. but please leave me alone.
- man, you're down. what's your ring tone?
- chris cornell. black hole sun.
- mommy. don’t use that gun on yourself. would be a b*tch job cleaning the car.
and frank hung up.
and so the seasoned detective was in such an angry disposition that he never even noticed when nina walked along the car as he was confessing that he found her cute.
she smiled with delight and got her tiny mirror from her bag, just to make sure that her sudden natural blush would be an advantage.
which it was.
then only, she handed him the large coffee through his open car window - lots of cream and sugar.
nick doyle almost had a heart attack. (tip).
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Post by tipou on Mar 13, 2009 0:39:20 GMT
yes, be honest, but gentle!!!!
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Post by Vittoria on Mar 14, 2009 2:50:33 GMT
(this one started while i was listening to elvis costello's watching the detectives - she is watching the detectives, oh! he's so cute - and once again those characters that i came up with long ago and that i dont know what to do with just re-surfaced. deal with them as you please.)
the ring tone his cell phone usually reflected his mood of the day.
this was not a good day, by any standard.
he answered as briefly as he could, and as sternly.
- doyle.
- having fun? frank had to be in a good mood, he who rarely was.
- you're kidding, right?
- has the beggar shown up yet?
- have I called you about him? no, i have not. so i have nothing. and in four hours, i will still be here, sitting pretty in my car, and the bastard will be nowhere in sight. you know that. but you hate me. i said i thought your daughter is cute, and you vowed to get my sanity. so you sent me here, a seasoned detective, on a surveillance detail. fine. i can take it. but please leave me alone.
- man, you're down. what's your ring tone?
- chris cornell. black hole sun.
- mommy. don’t use that gun on yourself. would be a b*tch job cleaning the car.
and frank hung up.
and so the seasoned detective was in such an angry disposition that he never even noticed when nina walked along the car as he was confessing that he found her cute.
she smiled with delight and got her tiny mirror from her bag, just to make sure that her sudden natural blush would be an advantage.
which it was.
then only, she handed him the large coffee through his open car window - lots of cream and sugar.
nick doyle almost had a heart attack. (tip).
"Thanks, Sweet Stuff."
"No problem, Nick.... Anytime."
Nina walked away with that lovely swing in her hips that makes for male jaw dropping the world over. Doyle almost spilled his coffee in his lap. "Damn. It should be illegal to be that gorgeous", he muttered under his breath.
As he sipped his coffee, he was thinking about this crazy ass nutjob... The Beggar: infamous citywide for his mastery of manipulation techniques. The man really has a way with convincing anyone of anything and then popping them when they least expect it. Would Doyle ever get caught up in one of his traps? Doubtful....... "Yeah... doubtful." (Vittoria)
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Post by peach on Mar 14, 2009 3:17:46 GMT
(this one started while i was listening to elvis costello's watching the detectives - she is watching the detectives, oh! he's so cute - and once again those characters that i came up with long ago and that i dont know what to do with just re-surfaced. deal with them as you please.)
the ring tone his cell phone usually reflected his mood of the day.
this was not a good day, by any standard.
he answered as briefly as he could, and as sternly.
- doyle.
- having fun? frank had to be in a good mood, he who rarely was.
- you're kidding, right?
- has the beggar shown up yet?
- have I called you about him? no, i have not. so i have nothing. and in four hours, i will still be here, sitting pretty in my car, and the bastard will be nowhere in sight. you know that. but you hate me. i said i thought your daughter is cute, and you vowed to get my sanity. so you sent me here, a seasoned detective, on a surveillance detail. fine. i can take it. but please leave me alone.
- man, you're down. what's your ring tone?
- chris cornell. black hole sun.
- mommy. don’t use that gun on yourself. would be a b*tch job cleaning the car.
and frank hung up.
and so the seasoned detective was in such an angry disposition that he never even noticed when nina walked along the car as he was confessing that he found her cute.
she smiled with delight and got her tiny mirror from her bag, just to make sure that her sudden natural blush would be an advantage.
which it was.
then only, she handed him the large coffee through his open car window - lots of cream and sugar.
nick doyle almost had a heart attack. (tip).
"Thanks, Sweet Stuff."
"No problem, Nick.... Anytime."
Nina walked away with that lovely swing in her hips that makes for male jaw dropping the world over. Doyle almost spilled his coffee in his lap. "Damn. It should be illegal to be that gorgeous", he muttered under his breath.
As he sipped his coffee, he was thinking about this crazy ass nutjob... The Beggar: infamous citywide for his mastery of manipulation techniques. The man really has a way with convincing anyone of anything and then popping them when they least expect it. Would Doyle ever get caught up in one of his traps? Doubtful....... "Yeah... doubtful." (Vittoria)
Never say never isn't that what his old man used to drill into his head every waking moment of the day? When he wasn't drunk that is or pissing away every paycheck on those damn horses that never seemed to pay off, let alone cross the finish line.
He despised the old man and swore that he'd never turn out like him either. So he went to college earned a degree in criminology and ended up here. In a car drinking cold coffee on the trail of the infamous "Beggar". This is not what he envisioned.
He'd gotten a tip that he might show his mug around here, he'd gotten the tip from a mostly unreliable source who shall remain nameless ................all other trails turned cold so this was as good a chance as any so he took it...... he saw a shadowy figure walking towards him, he didn't quite fit the description of the Beggar but he kept his eye on him just to be sure.....there was something not quite right about this fellow but he couldn't put his finger on it......by the time he realized what it was it was too late... (peach)
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Post by tipou on Mar 14, 2009 13:31:56 GMT
the ring tone his cell phone usually reflected his mood of the day.
this was not a good day, by any standard.
he answered as briefly as he could, and as sternly.
- doyle.
- having fun? frank had to be in a good mood, he who rarely was.
- you're kidding, right?
- has the beggar shown up yet?
- have I called you about him? no, i have not. so i have nothing. and in four hours, i will still be here, sitting pretty in my car, and the bastard will be nowhere in sight. you know that. but you hate me. i said i thought your daughter is cute, and you vowed to get my sanity. so you sent me here, a seasoned detective, on a surveillance detail. fine. i can take it. but please leave me alone.
- man, you're down. what's your ring tone?
- chris cornell. black hole sun.
- mommy. don’t use that gun on yourself. would be a b*tch job cleaning the car.
and frank hung up.
and so the seasoned detective was in such an angry disposition that he never even noticed when nina walked along the car as he was confessing that he found her cute.
she smiled with delight and got her tiny mirror from her bag, just to make sure that her sudden natural blush would be an advantage.
which it was.
then only, she handed him the large coffee through his open car window - lots of cream and sugar.
nick doyle almost had a heart attack. (tip).
"Thanks, Sweet Stuff."
"No problem, Nick.... Anytime."
Nina walked away with that lovely swing in her hips that makes for male jaw dropping the world over. Doyle almost spilled his coffee in his lap. "Damn. It should be illegal to be that gorgeous", he muttered under his breath.
As he sipped his coffee, he was thinking about this crazy ass nutjob... The Beggar: infamous citywide for his mastery of manipulation techniques. The man really has a way with convincing anyone of anything and then popping them when they least expect it. Would Doyle ever get caught up in one of his traps? Doubtful....... "Yeah... doubtful." (Vittoria)
Never say never isn't that what his old man used to drill into his head every waking moment of the day? When he wasn't drunk that is or pissing away every paycheck on those damn horses that never seemed to pay off, let alone cross the finish line.
He despised the old man and swore that he'd never turn out like him either. So he went to college earned a degree in criminology and ended up here. In a car drinking cold coffee on the trail of the infamous "Beggar". This is not what he envisioned.
He'd gotten a tip that he might show his mug around here, he'd gotten the tip from a mostly unreliable source who shall remain nameless ................all other trails turned cold so this was as good a chance as any so he took it...... he saw a shadowy figure walking towards him, he didn't quite fit the description of the Beggar but he kept his eye on him just to be sure.....there was something not quite right about this fellow but he couldn't put his finger on it......by the time he realized what it was it was too late... (peach)
nina was sitting on a bench at a bus stop, 30 feet behind nicky's car, and he was totally unaware of it. what a detective indeed.
she had turned around about 20 feet passed his car, and had caught his wide-eyed stare and dreamy smile. being caught hadcaused him to look boyishly ashamed, and his lovely head had disappeared into the black bmw.
she smiled absent-mindedly. "he's much too old for you", mom had said. "he's working. what do you want with him again?", dad had said, exasperated, when she had visited him at the police headquarters. "i had just wished to say hi, is all...'' and since dad could never refuse anything to his little sweeetheart ('' ... but don't you get into his car, now, this is police stuff, you don't belong there''), here she was.
''i beg your pardon, miss, what time is it, please?''
nina had barely seen the dark figure before she obligeingly looked at her wrist.
''thank you, thank you... such a lovely, helpful young thing you are...''
and then nina's world just turned blank. (tip)
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Post by Vittoria on Mar 15, 2009 0:55:30 GMT
the ring tone his cell phone usually reflected his mood of the day.
this was not a good day, by any standard.
he answered as briefly as he could, and as sternly.
- doyle.
- having fun? frank had to be in a good mood, he who rarely was.
- you're kidding, right?
- has the beggar shown up yet?
- have I called you about him? no, i have not. so i have nothing. and in four hours, i will still be here, sitting pretty in my car, and the bastard will be nowhere in sight. you know that. but you hate me. i said i thought your daughter is cute, and you vowed to get my sanity. so you sent me here, a seasoned detective, on a surveillance detail. fine. i can take it. but please leave me alone.
- man, you're down. what's your ring tone?
- chris cornell. black hole sun.
- mommy. don’t use that gun on yourself. would be a b*tch job cleaning the car.
and frank hung up.
and so the seasoned detective was in such an angry disposition that he never even noticed when nina walked along the car as he was confessing that he found her cute.
she smiled with delight and got her tiny mirror from her bag, just to make sure that her sudden natural blush would be an advantage.
which it was.
then only, she handed him the large coffee through his open car window - lots of cream and sugar.
nick doyle almost had a heart attack. (tip).
"Thanks, Sweet Stuff."
"No problem, Nick.... Anytime."
Nina walked away with that lovely swing in her hips that makes for male jaw dropping the world over. Doyle almost spilled his coffee in his lap. "Damn. It should be illegal to be that gorgeous", he muttered under his breath.
As he sipped his coffee, he was thinking about this crazy ass nutjob... The Beggar: infamous citywide for his mastery of manipulation techniques. The man really has a way with convincing anyone of anything and then popping them when they least expect it. Would Doyle ever get caught up in one of his traps? Doubtful....... "Yeah... doubtful." (Vittoria)
Never say never isn't that what his old man used to drill into his head every waking moment of the day? When he wasn't drunk that is or pissing away every paycheck on those damn horses that never seemed to pay off, let alone cross the finish line.
He despised the old man and swore that he'd never turn out like him either. So he went to college earned a degree in criminology and ended up here. In a car drinking cold coffee on the trail of the infamous "Beggar". This is not what he envisioned.
He'd gotten a tip that he might show his mug around here, he'd gotten the tip from a mostly unreliable source who shall remain nameless ................all other trails turned cold so this was as good a chance as any so he took it...... he saw a shadowy figure walking towards him, he didn't quite fit the description of the Beggar but he kept his eye on him just to be sure.....there was something not quite right about this fellow but he couldn't put his finger on it......by the time he realized what it was it was too late... (peach)
nina was sitting on a bench at a bus stop, 30 feet behind nicky's car, and he was totally unaware of it. what a detective indeed.
she had turned around about 20 feet passed his car, and had caught his wide-eyed stare and dreamy smile. being caught hadcaused him to look boyishly ashamed, and his lovely head had disappeared into the black bmw.
she smiled absent-mindedly. "he's much too old for you", mom had said. "he's working. what do you want with him again?", dad had said, exasperated, when she had visited him at the police headquarters. "i had just wished to say hi, is all...'' and since dad could never refuse anything to his little sweeetheart ('' ... but don't you get into his car, now, this is police stuff, you don't belong there''), here she was.
''i beg your pardon, miss, what time is it, please?''
nina had barely seen the dark figure before she obligeingly looked at her wrist.
''thank you, thank you... such a lovely, helpful young thing you are...''
and then nina's world just turned blank. (tip)
Nina woke up from a chloroformed state, gagged and bound and in total darkness. A faint dripping sound was all she could hear.
"Ah.. so, you're finally awake. Are you ready to play a game then?" The man's voice was a bit nasal and irritatingly monotone, his words slow - almost as if they were methodical.
Of course, the only response Nina could manage was muffled screaming and wriggling about like a fish on the floor.
"Now now. Don't be silly. You're just wasting all your precious strength with all that squirming." He paused. "You do realize that screaming will get you nowhere anyway, don't you? No one will hear your pretty voice from here. So, shall I remove the gag?"
Nina nodded in the affirmative. The gag came off.
"What do you want from me, you freak?"
"Come now, I didn't remove that gag so you could insult me. Be nice. It will get you ..... places." (Vittoria)
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Post by tipou on Mar 15, 2009 2:07:45 GMT
the ring tone his cell phone usually reflected his mood of the day.
this was not a good day, by any standard.
he answered as briefly as he could, and as sternly.
- doyle.
- having fun? frank had to be in a good mood, he who rarely was.
- you're kidding, right?
- has the beggar shown up yet?
- have I called you about him? no, i have not. so i have nothing. and in four hours, i will still be here, sitting pretty in my car, and the bastard will be nowhere in sight. you know that. but you hate me. i said i thought your daughter is cute, and you vowed to get my sanity. so you sent me here, a seasoned detective, on a surveillance detail. fine. i can take it. but please leave me alone.
- man, you're down. what's your ring tone?
- chris cornell. black hole sun.
- mommy. don’t use that gun on yourself. would be a b*tch job cleaning the car.
and frank hung up.
and so the seasoned detective was in such an angry disposition that he never even noticed when nina walked along the car as he was confessing that he found her cute.
she smiled with delight and got her tiny mirror from her bag, just to make sure that her sudden natural blush would be an advantage.
which it was.
then only, she handed him the large coffee through his open car window - lots of cream and sugar.
nick doyle almost had a heart attack. (tip).
"Thanks, Sweet Stuff."
"No problem, Nick.... Anytime."
Nina walked away with that lovely swing in her hips that makes for male jaw dropping the world over. Doyle almost spilled his coffee in his lap. "Damn. It should be illegal to be that gorgeous", he muttered under his breath.
As he sipped his coffee, he was thinking about this crazy ass nutjob... The Beggar: infamous citywide for his mastery of manipulation techniques. The man really has a way with convincing anyone of anything and then popping them when they least expect it. Would Doyle ever get caught up in one of his traps? Doubtful....... "Yeah... doubtful." (Vittoria)
Never say never isn't that what his old man used to drill into his head every waking moment of the day? When he wasn't drunk that is or pissing away every paycheck on those damn horses that never seemed to pay off, let alone cross the finish line.
He despised the old man and swore that he'd never turn out like him either. So he went to college earned a degree in criminology and ended up here. In a car drinking cold coffee on the trail of the infamous "Beggar". This is not what he envisioned.
He'd gotten a tip that he might show his mug around here, he'd gotten the tip from a mostly unreliable source who shall remain nameless ................all other trails turned cold so this was as good a chance as any so he took it...... he saw a shadowy figure walking towards him, he didn't quite fit the description of the Beggar but he kept his eye on him just to be sure.....there was something not quite right about this fellow but he couldn't put his finger on it......by the time he realized what it was it was too late... (peach)
nina was sitting on a bench at a bus stop, 30 feet behind nicky's car, and he was totally unaware of it. what a detective indeed.
she had turned around about 20 feet passed his car, and had caught his wide-eyed stare and dreamy smile. being caught hadcaused him to look boyishly ashamed, and his lovely head had disappeared into the black bmw.
she smiled absent-mindedly. "he's much too old for you", mom had said. "he's working. what do you want with him again?", dad had said, exasperated, when she had visited him at the police headquarters. "i had just wished to say hi, is all...'' and since dad could never refuse anything to his little sweeetheart ('' ... but don't you get into his car, now, this is police stuff, you don't belong there''), here she was.
''i beg your pardon, miss, what time is it, please?''
nina had barely seen the dark figure before she obligeingly looked at her wrist.
''thank you, thank you... such a lovely, helpful young thing you are...''
and then nina's world just turned blank. (tip)
Nina woke up from a chloroformed state, gagged and bound and in total darkness. A faint dripping sound was all she could hear.
"Ah.. so, you're finally awake. Are you ready to play a game then?" The man's voice was a bit nasal and irritatingly monotone, his words slow - almost as if they were methodical.
Of course, the only response Nina could manage was muffled screaming and wriggling about like a fish on the floor.
"Now now. Don't be silly. You're just wasting all your precious strength with all that squirming." He paused. "You do realize that screaming will get you nowhere anyway, don't you? No one will hear your pretty voice from here. So, shall I remove the gag?"
Nina nodded in the affirmative. The gag came off.
"What do you want from me, you freak?"
"Come now, I didn't remove that gag so you could insult me. Be nice. It will get you ..... places." (Vittoria)
in my eyes, indisposed,
in disguise, as no one knows
hides the face lies
the snake, the sun
in my disgrace...
nick fumbled for his phone. and tried to sound even unhappier than on the previous call.
- doyle.
- please do not hang up. i beg you.
the voice somehow brought the idea of bad news. grating, unpleasant, on the verge of breaking into sadistic laughter.
- and you are?....
- i beg you to hear me out. your young friend is here with me. i saw you. you did not see me. i saw her.
in other circumstances, nick doyle would have found a thousand sarcastic reparties before hanging up. but that did not sound like a joke.
- i don't understand." he could barely speak, as his brain, suddenly feverish, understood the cryptic message that the grating voice only confirmed.
- the pretty girl. the pretty young girl who brought you coffee to help you through the long hours pointlessly spent all alone in your car. she likes you. you like her. yet, you never even thought of begging her to come inside. what is your problem? don't you like girls? you will forever regret this lost moment, my dear friend.
there was a loud thud, thud, thud on the line... no, that was his heart racing.
- what did you say?... about where she is now...
- with me. what do you want from me?
- why would i want anything to do with you? i don't know who you are.
- i beg you, do not think that i am stupid. you have been after me for days.
nick got out of the car, looked long and hard all around him in the empty street. like it would do any good. for a while, he heard nothing but his own heavy breath, and the vague background of city noises. and then...
- nicky... who is this man? i'm afraid...
during a split second, there was no more sound, no more image that he could register at all. just the panic in her voice, the big, frightened blue eyes appearing in his mind. as blue as her father's, as big as her mother's. nina.
- stay calm, sweet stuff. i will find you. just don't...
- that is enough, mr. doyle. quite enough for now.
nick had wanted his voice to be calm and cold. somehow, he succeeded. but he was feeling nauseous, and had to lean back against his car. had she even had time to hear him?
- what do you want?
- i need time. i beg you to stay out of my way. i have things to do. as you know. people to meet. a business to conclude. a young girl's neck can be snapped in a second, you know. so easily.
click
it was so difficult to operate a cell phone with a trembling hand, when all the buttons and icons seemed even smaller than usual. the stern male receptionist promptly transfered nick to frank's office when he ordered him to, yelling. (tip)
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