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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 1:48 pm
Moving on! The interior looks like any classic detective movie from the good old Noir days would depict! Actually, it looks.. exactly like most of the movies would depict. As if someone had bought the props from one of the old movies online and put them to actual use in reality.. Well, putting that oddity aside, there's one main desk where the secretary works, to the right is a waiting room for someone to relax in, while the left would provide an office for Robert Murrow to work in. The lights are normally dimmed and a majority of the furniture is black, white, or gray, making anyone seem colorful in this setting!
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:02 pm
Catrina was away, busy playing with her tea drinker. It was awfully silent in the room without her. The only noise I could hear was that of the ceiling fan... which was rather odd, considering it wasn't working, being the middle of winter and everything. That was yet an other mystery to solve, but it would have to wait.
For now, I pulled out some files I had. Something every good detective did, was keeping a file on every resident of the island. I had conduct a preliminary investigation on every single one of them before moving here. Unfortunatly for me, That Celest Girl had moved here after my investigation, or perhaps that wasn't her real name at all... As for the Habanero woman... suffice to say that her file was pretty small. She had a lots of diploma an was a teacher at the local school.... Surely, she was the evil mastermind behind all this. Celest was only a henchman, a peon in her plans.... but just what were those plans! Why was I involved?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 6:42 pm
Ms Habanero ❤ ❤ ❤
I found myself arriving late to the date I managed to win myself. My blind date would be a bit more than that, I knew this from the start, which is why I went home, got changed, took a shower.. not necessarily in that order. I only own three dresses. A white dress, a black one, and a red one. Today? I was the woman in white. Sadly I did not have enough fashion knowledge to think of wearing anything other than combat boots. I let myself into the basement of the detective's office, knocking only twice before I let myself. A detective like him was trouble. This is my city, I can not deny her. My city screams. She is my mother. She is my lover, and I am her Spirit. I think to myself, wondering if I can use that line in this conversation at all, too disappointed to notice how silly that was. "Hello detective. Pleasant evening we're having, isn't it?" I ask ironically. The rain was coming down like all the angels in heaven decided to take a piss at the same time. When you're in a situation like mine, you can only think in metaphors. I quote, hoping I also get to say that in this conversation.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:11 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 6:42 pm
Ms Habanero ❤ ❤ ❤
Looks like s**t? He did not say it in a way that I could make it sound silly. i hide my disappointment. Such good quotes from movies based off comic books that I could have used. Such a shame. "What i want isn't really that important Mr. Murrow. What's important is what exactly you want? Why would a man such as yourself ever possibly move to a little island like Nirvani. Without having some odd motive. I'm just an innocent school teacher wishing for answers, just like you. We're very similar you know." I inform him, turning to face the door leading out. I do this for dramatic effect, wishing that there would be lightening as I make a big reveal such as this one. "We're both black girls."
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 5:17 pm
"HOW DID YOU KNOW?" I exclaimed, as I got up and slammed both of my hands against my desk. It was impossible! Nobody knew that information! "Tell me where you got that information?" I demanded. We are both black girls was a secret code that the Countess of Wonderly had told me before leaving, after that we had slept stogether during the case of the Sugary Pigeon. She had diapered afterward and only later did I learn that she was behind everything, including the death of my old partner, Archer Thursby. I had looked for her since, but she was a powerful women. I could never found her exact whereabout... And now, that girl, that Habanero, whom I knew didn't existed, surfaced in my officer saying the same thing that had been said to me so many years ago. "Tell me what you want, woman!"
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:05 pm
Ms Habanero ❤ ❤ ❤
Is this man fo' reals? I think to myself, quite enjoying that I use 'fo reals' in my own head. He seems to be rather crazy. Maybe Romane-crazy. Could they perhaps make a good couple? Oh but that monk is rather adorable. I should plan with something else. "It's not what I want to tell you Mr. Murrow." I respond, clearly not knowing what the ******** I'm saying. As long as it sounded cool, it would work.. he did not seem too bright. "But what I was made tell you. Made by destiny perhaps. Or something like that. Can't you see, Mr. Murrow?" I turn to the door, now it's time for an exit. What a short date, right? I believe this little meeting of ours will lead to a lot of hours of amusement. Maybe during the next festival... I think to myself, foreshadowing in my own mind for the readers. Take them bitching skills. "Someone is after you, Mr. Murrow. After you and the little Murrows. I'm just a messenger sent to warn you of what may come." That sounds about right.
I opened the door to the exit, but before I can leave, I find myself turning around, thinking of something cool to add. "Have you heard of the Goddess Festival, Mr. Murrow? It might interest you." With that, I make my leave. Another successful day, now to find a target for him~ /Exit
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:51 pm
Someone was after me? And after the little Murrow? That could only be Catrina. Neil was not only older, but also taller, it couldn't be him. But... Why Catrina? She had never done anything... unless... it was a mean to get to me? All that was very confusing. I saw back against my chair. In time like these, I only had one friend. His name was Jack. Jack Daniels. I always kept a bottle of it in my drawer, as well as a glass. I poured myself some, and drank it in silence, reflecting the events of the day.
//end of the day.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 2:15 am
She knocked firmly on the door. She... honestly, she had no idea if she should go in or wait for someone to answer it. She could be interrupted something important! But what if they didn't answer it for just anyone? What a dilemma! Natalia could feel her mind begin to spin. But before she got too dizzy and couldn't tell which way was forward, she cleared her throat before knocking once more. "Erm... Hello! I'm Natalia Piper, the new assistant!" she yelled. Ahh, compromise. If she couldn't go in but couldn't just wait, then she might as well let them know who she was~
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 4:18 am
That Catrina knew of, anyway. Before the cat could carry on in her thoughts, she heard a hesitant knock at the door. If her 'real' ears worked, they would have perked in that direction, as her head turned around to try and stare through metal. She seemed cured of all her problems at that sound! Her eyes were shiny again, her nose, though red, twitched in curiosity, and her 'tail' should have twitched, as she would like to believe it had. She hurried out from under the desk and darted straight to the door, hopping to get to the doorknob, clinging to it eagerly as she struggled to turn it without a thumb. She may be trapped in a human's body, but it didn't mean she had to act like one! With one more lurch, the door opened and she heard the shout~! She smiled widely, trying her best not to sniffle at the woman, “Mjau~ Nata-.. Nata.. Na-Na-Na..” She sucked in her breath and tried to hold it back, failing in the next second as she looked at the ground with a small squeak of a sneeze. That was why she hated sneezes! They made her sound like that damned mouse! She humphed and stared heatedly up at the girl, daring her to criticize her for that.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 5:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:07 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 12:52 am
Strolling into the basement, she looked around thoughtfully. "I like how you decorated the place," she remarked seriously, as if her words were well-thought out and planned. Nope, that just was something that they said in movies that seemed like it would be appropriate. She unclasped her hands and shoved them into her coat pocket as she made her way over to the desk, plopping down in the chair. Oh, was this her desk? Even if it wasn't, it sure was a comfy chair. She turned slightly in the chair, left to right to left to right and back to left again. She grasped the seat of the chair as she knocked her knees back and forth. After a moment of silence, she looked at Catrina curiously. "So... what's my job again?" she asked sweetly. You know, on second thought, maybe she shouldn't have thrown out the help wanted ad so soon after getting the job. She had forgotten what her duties were!
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 2:15 pm
“Mjau? I wanted purple walls, merow, but Robbie wanted gray, like everything, mau.” She gruffly spat out that last word, crossing her arms in disappointment. He didn't exactly go for the yolk-yellow carpet either..! She was still bitter over that! She brooded silently for a bit after that statement, forcing herself not to hack up another hairball, her own term for vomit. It did sound better, didn't it? One paw was over her mouth as she coughed, blinking watery eyes at Natalia with the next question. She cleared her throat and rasped out, “You're my servant, n-nya.” She curled up and coughed into her paw some more, coming back up sniffling pathetically. Her chest hurt from all that! She looked at Natalia quietly for a second before pushing off of the desk and onto the girl's lap, pulling her legs up to curl there instead. That was much better than sitting on a cold desk~
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 2:25 pm
Right at that very moment, the door of the investigation office opened. Very slighly, but it was still open! Suddenly, a big flopping fish was threw through the door! It was still alive and, anyone dolt with half a brain would notice that it was still hooked on a fishing rod but... where was the rod? And who was holding it? Oh, mysteries. All there was to worry about for now, however, was that big, lively, fresh, flopping fish staring directly at Catrina. Fishy~ Fishy fish fishing fishy fishy fish!~
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