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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:17 pm
New York City
New York City (officially The City of New York) is a city in the southern area of the state of New York. It is the most populous city in the United States of America. New York City is an important economic center, with its business, finance, trading, law, and media organizations influential around the globe. The city is also an important cultural center, with many museums, galleries, and performance venues. Home of the United Nations, the city is a hub for international diplomacy.
Wall Street, in Lower Manhattan, has been a dominant global financial center since World War II. The city is also the birthplace of many American cultural movements, including the Harlem Renaissance in literature and visual art, abstract expressionism in painting, and hip hop along with the Tin Pan Alley in music. The city's cultural vitality has been fueled by immigration since its founding by Dutch colonists in the early 17th century. In 2005, nearly 170 languages were spoken in the city and 36 percent of its population was foreign born.
A popular new attraction in NY is the art museum featuring famous pieces by new inspiring artists and the most popular: Isaac Mendez.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 8:43 pm
Jack lay in bed motionless, staring at the ceiling. He scratched his temple once and then sat up. His blonde hair was a stray and he looked like a monster himslef. He wore a white tank top with boxers. The tank top showed his left arm and the scar. He rubbed it gently up and down then stood up to go get ready for the day.
His shift did not start till twelve so he had 3 hours to do whatever. as he buttoned up his blue shirt he watche dthe news seeing an explosion that happened in Europe someplace.
"Lucky them..." He remarked sarcastically as he switched it off. He through on his leather jacket and grabbed a water bottle from the counter. He clenched the bottle and it freezed into really cold water. He smiled to himself and head out the door.
He walked outside on the brisk Wensday morning. He head towards the museum realizing he hasn't gone there for a while. He smiled to himself again deciding thats what he will do for the 3 hours he had left...
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:20 pm
Jack entered the museum and payed the 10 dollar fee. He stopped and sighed while smiling thinking htis was going to be a good day. He ammeidiatly headed torwards the new art section, he wanted to see any really good painters out there. He scanned down the line looking at each for a good 3 minutes then at the name tag on it.
He came to one in which he thought interesting, he saw a man reaching out, but instead of being a man...it was an exploding man. He thought, could this be the cause of the explosion last night. That explosing nearly knocked my buidling down. All i saw was a man collapse...suspicious. He looked at the name tag and saw it was done by Isaac Mindez. He was found dead the ngiht before the explosion...
He looked down the line and soon saw another good one. This one was not of and exploding man but it was a good painting. He looked down and saw the name: Orihime Rechii. He thought to himself, shes good...
He scanned down some more and saw more and more paintings by Isaac. They each showed like a story...
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:28 pm
Bryan had just left the airport and was on his way to find a hotel to stay at. He had his camera slung on his neck and called for a taxi cab. Because of the camera he looked like a tourist or in other words, like everybody else who had got off the plane. "Take me to Kirby Plaza- Actually, take me to the nearest museum." he leaned back in his seat and waited for the taxi to get him to a museum. As a photographer, he wanted to snap some shots before he left New York, plus he had plenty of time to reach Kirby Plaza.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:34 pm
Jack had found a painting that he hadn't stop looking at for 10 minutes. This picture consisted of a dead cheerleader and The shadowy figure that killed Abe. Jack clenched his fingers and the room began to get a little chilly. He kept staring straight at the Man and then he moved to the next Portrait. It was of a man...with the top of his head sawed off. This was the saem way Abe died.
Could this be what the shadowy man does? Could the Shadowy man still be alive? Could Jack stop him? So many questions and a lot of time...
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:38 pm
Standing next to the man admiring the art as he was, Bryan snapped a few pictures of the comic art by a deceased man named Isacc Mendez. "Beautiful pieces, aren't they?" he asked Jack trying to strike up a conversation. "I love how he captures the day's current events and the strange beheadings that have been happened recently. Truely beautiful yet twisted at the same time don't you think?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:43 pm
He heard this man talking to him and he turned and looked at him.
"Yup...though these paintings look older than just being painted a week ago. Some of his look like at least 2-3 months old...Like this one. "Jack points out the train. "I heard that this happened 3 weeks ago. This painting looks older than that, that just seems weird to me..." Jack trails off than rememebers. "My name is Jack by the way" He held out his hand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:47 pm
After awhile she was out of the airport and wondering the streets. She pulled out her letter and looked at it before hailing a taxi. "To the Art Museum, please." she said cheerfully and was there in no time. She stepped out and looked at the museum. "So my art is in here? Wow. They must be living it large." she then entered the building. Looking around she noticed the frount desk and walked up to the person. "Hello. My name Orihime Rechii. I recieved this letter." she said handing it to them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:47 pm
"Weird indeed..." he whispered taking a few pictures of the pieces of art. Lowering his camera he smiled and faced the man named Jack, "Nice to meet you, Jack. The name's Bryan Luis. I just arrived here from San Francisco, I work for the newspaper there and I was assigned to do some work here." he said shaking the man's hand. "You wouldn't happen to know where this Mendez is do you? I would gladly like to meet with him and maybe try to get him in the SF newspaper."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:51 pm
"Oh...I'm afraid thats not possible. Isaac was killed the day before the bomb. And if his paintings are correct than The Shadowy man killed him." i pointed torwards the man in the painting with the dead cheer leader. "I do not know his name though...do you" Jack asked hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:57 pm
The lady at the front desk looked up and took the letter, "Oh! Ms. Rechii, we are glad to have you! Please go right down to the art section to look at the paintings we have up. The art gallary will open up tonight at 6 o clock. So til then please have a look around."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:59 pm
Bryan was shocked, "He was murdered? What a shame..." he sighed and started to look at the other paintings. "Sadly I do not know who killed him. I've heard of these beheadings, but FBI claim that they don't know who it is or how the man does it. Maybe the man in the shadows knew Mendez was starting to catch on about his tactics and that's why he was killed?" snapping another piece he turned to Jack, "I personally wouldn't want to know this man's name."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:00 pm
"Yes, yes...that's fine...."she said then walked over that way and found her art. She smirked as she leaned closer to it. "I should have added more color...." she said softly to herself then glanced over at the men alittle feet next to her. She then gazed back at her painting. "Hmm...." she stood up and then walked over near where the men were at and looked at the paintings.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:04 pm
"Thats too bad, the same man killed my Father..." Jack trailed off and then his phone rang. He reached into his bag and pulled it out flipping it open. "Yello?...What?!...You serious?!..Oh my god! ill be right there." He hangs up and looks at Bryan. "I have to go, something terrible happenned. I'll probably be back soon, dont leave" I smile and wave as i rush to the exit.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:10 pm
Name: Bryan A. Luis
Current whereabouts: Art Museum
Shocked at the sudden outbreak, he watched Jack leave. "I won't be going anytime soon!" he shouted across teh museum to the rushed Jack. Smirking, he took a few more pictures of Mr. Mendez's work and moved onto Ms. Rechii's work. "Wow, the background is lovely..." he mumbled to himself and took a picture of the art work. It was then that he saw a sign reading, "Art Show tonight at 6:00 PM."
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