"Criminal"
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Thread Topic: "Criminal"
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I started to feel really bad about how long that was, but it's mostly dialogue, so I think it's okay. .3.
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"So what's the plan for today then?" The clerk asked.
Crane remained silent. It was much too early to think of things like this. Disappearances, murders, thievery: it wasn't the kind of thing you discussed around the breakfast table. Morbid topics like that have their place, but not in the realm of non-fiction.
And even if Crane was feeling up to answering, he wasn't sure where to head. The witnesses were locked to him, along with the crime scene, and any evidence. He hated to admit it, but unless Lady Luck looked in his direction, there was nothing he could do.
Short of take matters into his own hands, but Crane didn't like to do that without valid cause. "I don't know, Joe. I've got no way forward, but I can't just shelve the case. And sitting around doesn't fit well with me. I just need a lead I can chase without the police pulling me back by my collar." -
Scarlett set down her phone and picked up her brush. Brushing her hair into a high ponytail, she secured it with her ponytail holder and decided to clip in a small white and black striped bow. She proceeded to put her black over-the-ear headphones around her neck because God forbid she go anywhere without them. She checked the time and saw that all that had, surprisingly, taken her a whole five minutes. She decided to plop down on the couch and play Jelly Splash until Jacob got there, proceeding to do just that even before the thought had finished processing.
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Jacob found the building quickly, and got out. He locked the car behind him despite the fact that he only intended to be away for a minute or two and marched up the pavement, taking a moment to appreciate the disgusting decay that was this neighborhood and the shabby building his Scarlett called home. He shook his head silently as he let himself in. One of these days, he'd have to convince her to move in with him. This was no place for a queen.
He got to her door and knocked gently on it, glancing around the hallway suspiciously, like he could be mugged at any moment. -
(You guys busy? Responses are getting slower. .-.)
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((I'm not really, I just always wait until both of you guys have posted to post again.))
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(That's fine, but IHLAOY usually responds on a pretty consistent schedule. Perhaps he/she was busy.)
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((Ah, I see.))
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(Sorry, had to entertain guests for the day.)
The calming smoke of the cigarette drifted into Crane's face as he lifted the source, savoring the taste as it rushed down his throat. He'd once tried to stop, but that had been shattered when someone told him it probably wouldn't do much at his age. Not that he complained. Quitting an addiction is hard.
The music in the air changed as the jukebox switched records, and Crane gave it a cursory notice before resuming with his work. Since it was already on his mind, he might as well figure out a plan for the day. One that didn't involve fighting against the police for the rest of the daylight. -
Scarlett was intrigued with her game. Failing the level, she yelled, "I HATE YOU TOO, STUPID JELLY!" Then, hearing a knock on the door, she paused the game and got up from the couch, opening it quickly. She smiled at Jacob, seeing him standing there. "Hi!" She said.
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(Oh. Well, hello again. :3)
Jacob stood frozen in the doorway, hand raised and poised to knock again.
"Um.. Did you need help opening a jar, or...?" -
Laying down his notepad, Crane quickly skipped through all the unimportant frivolities of his daily life. Dates, appointments, tricks of the trade: each equally important at their own time, but not at a time like this. With a practiced flick of the wrist, Crane stopped on the important page, studying the details of his latest case.
There must be something he was missing. Some clue that was hidden in the writing like oil in his morning coffee. He was known for this, surely he could find what others couldn't. Picking up where the police couldn't was his forte, he just needed a lead.
Crane was not usually a cheerful man. His emotions were a mystery to most people who couldn't find the time to know him. To anyone looking, it would be hard to even notice a change in his face as he rested on that important word. That missing link. That lead.
Keeping the same blank look, Crane stood up and slinked out the door. -
Scarlett blushed slightly. "Uh, no.. I was playing a game." She said, looking at her feet shyly.
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Jacob blinked, glancing down and biting his lip. The edges of his mouth twitched, but he did his best not to smile or laugh at her.
"Well.. Shall we go to breakfast, dear?" he said invitingly, looking up again. "I know plenty of places we can go, whatever you'd like to eat." -
Trotting back into his apartment, Crane quickly got to work. Dust and ash was thrown into the air, thick like shaved ice, as Crane picked up his jacket. He slipped his I.D. off the table as he hurried through the house, picking out what he needed.
A passing thought was given to his gun, a reliable old thing he'd gotten in a sale many years ago, back in the times you could find and sell such things at a sale, before he waved it off. He wasn't expecting trouble, and it made people calmed if he wasn't armed.
Grabbing the last of what he needed, Crane rushed out the door again.
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