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She wanted proof? But proof meant nothing. All that really mattered was the truth! How many innocence were sent to jail because of said proof? How mane culprits were not because of also said proof? He left out a really deep chuckle before rubbing his throat. Damn laryngitis! He took out an other piece of paper and scribble a sentence of it. How do you know that a mob boss is a mob boss when there is no proof of it?" Those people where the guiltiest people anywhere, yet also the cleanest. Nothing wrong could be found about them, yet everyone knew they were guilty. Proofs were not everything, proofs could be wrong, proofs could be planted. No, the only thing that really mattered was the Truth, with a capital T.

He smiled back at her and wrote some more. The long moment of silence in between every writing was killing him. He wasn't use to silence like that. People were always talking when he was with them... or rather, he was always talking. He started to miss the sound of his own voice.If you find investigating scoops interesting, you might want to contact Holly Valentine. She is showing interest and talent in journalism and is around your age. Also, my brother is looking for a assistant to work at his investigation firm.. If she was curious about that kind of things, she should experience it first hand! Ah, to convert one more soul int he quest for the truth!

"No, I would just look like a silly man with bunny ears. That is because I do not believe I am a rabbit. But if you believe you are cat, and do all of that, then you are as much of a cat as the next cat."
Really, what was different between Catrina and any other cat? Well, she knew how to speak some human language, but that might just make her a very smart cat. "Well then, I suppose more than one trip will be needed."

"Was it fair for her to destroy all those child's life like that?" He asked her on a piece of paper. Well, where else was he suppose to ask her? On a napkin? That would have been just ridiculous. You left phone numbers and lipstick traces on napkins, not child murdering accusations.Still, everyone knows they are guilty before the taxes arrives. Did that make sense? Well, when did Neil?

He looked back at the girl as she was talking about the truth? What did she knew about the truth? She had been rapped and molest by her family for years and yet could not admit it herself without the use of her paintings! Surely she did not know what the truth was, or rather, only a simplistic form of it. A Small truth with a lower case t, yes! "Well, you are free to try to prove her otherwise." If it could save him from having to clean her literbox, he would be very happy of that. Sure, most of the time it was Robert's job, but he was stuck with it every once in a while. "I am sure."

The man grinned largely, almost devilishly...almost. He quickly scribbled on a piece of paper something. It was only three words, but they meant everything. "It's on" He then stared back at the woman, than back at it's feet, than back at the woman. He didn't have anything to say either! Was that possible? Well, considering he couldn't speak, yes it was. Not like he could do anything until he saw her pictures anyway. He took another piece of paper and wrote something else on it. "Well, I shall be going now. Be sure to bring your painting at the Shoe House. My brother's office is also there. You could speak with him about working there. Come in a week when I'll be able to speak again. Good bye" He smiled back at the gir and walked away. This had been a rather... interesing day.

Under the setting sun, Zethus readjusted his pack that leaned heavily on his shoulders and swiveled his head in different directions, anxious to find anything at all. Interestingly enough, the place in front of him didn't seem to bad, but the fact that it was well lit and possible filled with people made him reluctant to investigate.

He stood there, inches from the door, until he awkwardly shambled himself in, surprised at how homey it really was. The sign outside had said, "The Sleeping Dragon Inn", which was a step towards his new life. After hall, he probably didn't have enough money to afford a home, but with what he had left, he could possibly spend the night.

The oriental decorations and feel overwhelmed Zethus, and from the looks of it, there wasn't a soul in sight. An empty counter, empty tables, and him.

He was probably a sorry sight to see, dressed in the cleanest clothing he could wear, which ended up to be a pair of dirt-stained cargo pants and a smelly, faded gray hoodie.

A well-dressed man of average height, and average build entered the inn, with a small rolling bag trailing behind him. It did not seem like the man planned to stay, or may Nirvani his home. He looked around the room, a couple people were waiting around, and found the front desk. A young woman caught his eye, maybe she worked there?

Ferris strolled across the room, and waited a few seconds before heading up to the desk. The people waiting did not move, so he did not bother to wait for them. "I assume you have rooms here." he said, almost to himself as he looked around the inn, before meeting eyes with the girl. "I'll need one."

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. Flipping through the cash and credit cards inside he asked, "How much will that be, the best one you have available."

Xavier walked in to the Inn, It reminded him of the time he was in china. He smiled as he walked up to the desk to check in. He untied his long black hair, getting ready to settle down and relax. He took off his dusty worn backpack and got out a small clip of money. He planned to stay at the Inn til he found his own place. He laughed to himself, his own place. He hadn't had a actual place to stay since he left home years ago. He slung the backpack on his right shoulder as made it to the front desk. He smiled as he waited for someone to come.

Xavier smiled at the woman and bowed alittle to her. "Nice to meet you Holly" He said with his casual smile "I like your outfit, very dark yet you have a friend attitude. Odd but nice." Xavier said his observations out loud and nodding his head slightly. "Anyways, I have just arrived to the island and was hoping you had a room available. Any room will do." Xavier said very politely and with a grateful smile "And also, do you mind if I pay for a week in advance?"

Xavier smiled as she talked, listening happily. "70?! Wow, thats cheap! I'll take it." Xavier said, slightly shocked by their prices. He pulled out enough money for the week and handed it to Holly. "Just between you and me, I think those clothes make you rather attractive. Maybe your not making any goth friends because they are jealous of your looks " he said with a wink and a smile. He did like to flirt with the ladies and sometimes that even got him in trouble from time to time.