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Post by Godfather Lorenzo on Aug 15, 2010 19:01:52 GMT
You all arrive in 'Holey Heaven' and sit inside your car outside the local PD, it's late at night on a cold September Eve. you all have long raincoats on and your Webley 45. Revolvers tucked away in your jackets, you were informed by your superintendent that the Local Police Chief, one Crimly Finch, would be waiting for you....
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:04:21 GMT
"where is he? i dont see him"
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:07:08 GMT
*looks out of the window*
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Post by Cuckoo on Aug 15, 2010 19:07:39 GMT
Madeline leans from the back seat, and adjusts her hat, glancing through the windscreen. She speaks in a tired, if certain tone.
"He'll be here, i'm sure."
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:10:07 GMT
"he'd better be. Anybody got a ciggarette?" *searches his pockets*
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Post by Cuckoo on Aug 15, 2010 19:10:17 GMT
She leans back, and pulls a long glass cigarette holder out of her jacket pocket, places it in her mouth and fumbled around in another pocket. She curses slightly, and mumbles
"Anyone got a match?"
She passes a cigarette into the front with two fingers.
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:10:49 GMT
*holds out a lighter* "here use this"
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Post by Cuckoo on Aug 15, 2010 19:12:24 GMT
She nods, and takes it. She turns to look out into the dreary night sky and exhales a puff of whispy grey smoke.
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:13:13 GMT
"seriously whats taking so long? He should have been here 5 minutes ago"
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Post by Cuckoo on Aug 15, 2010 19:13:39 GMT
Red text is going to be OOC conversation. Incidentally, I doubt lighters would be in use. Probably matches.
"Oh, i'm sure there's no cause for worry", she mumbles. She takes another puff, and fumbles with the door, opening it. She steps out gracefully and straightens her jacket.
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Post by Godfather Lorenzo on Aug 15, 2010 19:14:02 GMT
Box said I shoud take over while he plays
"I don't appreciate people smoking in the car"
*Pulls his revolver from his jacket and spins the barrel before replacing it*
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:15:17 GMT
*lights his own ciggarette* "put it away man. We're among friends here they wont be necessarry *under his breath* I hope"
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Post by Godfather Lorenzo on Aug 15, 2010 19:19:09 GMT
[Johan] *Looks back to his fellow detectives*
"Well, while you two smoke, I'm going to see if I can't track down this Crimly fellow"
*He clambers out of the car and walks toward the double doors of the PD*
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Post by Cuckoo on Aug 15, 2010 19:20:02 GMT
Madeline glances dissaprovingly back into the car and shuts the door. She takes a few steps out and shivers. She never enjoyed the sea air. She leans back against the car, and raises her voice;
"Looks like rain."
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Post by Nathaniel Hawk on Aug 15, 2010 19:20:37 GMT
"hey wait up man" *stubs out his ciggarette* "i'm coming too i dont like this situation something isnt right" *climbs out of the car and hurries over to Johan*
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