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Post by Wolverine on Sept 18, 2010 23:58:11 GMT -5
Broke my heart to leave her, but I had ta get the answers.. nobody would rest easy with those kinda questions on their mind. That's the sorta thing no number of stiff drinks'll clear outta yer head. Just my luck... rush hour.. Why do they call it rush hour when it keeps on goin for three and a half hours? Least all the tourists lookin up and trippin as they walked kept me amused. |
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Post by Wolverine on Sept 19, 2010 0:16:40 GMT -5
It was a madhouse. The surrounding blocks near the crimescene.. with the street blocked up from news vans and cop cars.. it was best to park my bike a few blocks over. This part of town's got a special place in my heart, but that don't mean I wanna marry it, 'sides it's already got enough costumed crazies climbin rooftops. I'd hardly be special.. ahh who'm I kiddin? There's only one place I'm special, in her arms. Lotsa busy bees down below, hope they don't make a mess of things. |
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Post by Wolverine on Sept 19, 2010 0:53:25 GMT -5
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Post by Wolverine on Sept 24, 2010 2:24:02 GMT -5
Time tickin by like a snail on a turtle's back, but soon enough they all leave. The nosey reporter's leaching off the pain of the young girl's death and the lights of the cameras taking with them the sparkle and the drama of a dirty alley coated in blood. They all leave. The coroner and the cops and all the forensic techs, every one of em, not a single one of em dedicated.. He notices me hangin around, but I don't bother to acknowledge him, I have some snoopin of my own to do. I make sure to get what I need without lookin like I'm tryin to and without touchin anything. The guy's dedicated and I don't wanna get him to irritated, he'd just start with the questions and that's not anything I have time for. I can't even get a hint of Van Alstyne's scent. Just as I figured, that kid's too slick to get his hands dirty, and I can't spend any more time out here. Had to make sure... but now I got this nagging feeling in my gut that this was a ploy to draw me off. Dammit, I gotta find Sabretooth, but I can't be in two places at once. Monday night.. Hell's Kitchen... yeah, I know where to go for help. |
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