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Post by Myridd on Mar 25, 2010 21:52:41 GMT -5
The Den
"Wait, Ms. Renee. . ." Stev Smiley called out, stepping towards her. "My son. . has not left Gotham. There is a PO box where he collects his disability checks every week. . If I am correct, his next check should be delivered tomorrow. Its PO Box 187, at the central post office. I set it up for him when he was just a lad."
He stands there quietly for a moment. ". . You wouldn't remember this, Ms. Renee, but back when you were on the force, Joker was pulling some heist, I still remember his laugh. Ayane was just two. Right after Kimoko and Ayane came to live with me. We were out shopping. Ayane needed new shoes. You pushed us out of the way. I didn't realize it was you, until I heard your stern voice. But it was you. You saved our lives."
He sighed, and made his way back to his chair. "Find my son, make sure he gets help. And if you would, please come back to visit. Kimoko will be besides herself once I tell her it was you. She wasn't very good at recognizing people yet." He smiled softly, leaning down to pet the dog.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 29, 2010 11:50:29 GMT -5
Smiley's House
Renee smiled a bit. "Thank you, Mr. Smiley. I'll do what I can... and I will be back to visit. I promise." She then turned to the stairs, calling up them. "Murphy! We're heading out... I've got the next lead. No need to terrify children tonight!"
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amstard
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Post by amstard on Apr 4, 2010 14:35:34 GMT -5
"Don't you worry, little girl," Murphy said, smiling soothingly. "Hey, have you ever found anything strange in here, something that you probably didn't tell anyone about? I promise I won't tell; I'm a good secret-keeper."
He heard Renee's call, but waited for Ayane to answer before replying.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2010 14:12:21 GMT -5
Ayane stopped crying, looking over at Murphy with big eyes. "I. . I. . . don't believe you, Stranger-san! Ayane good girl! Ayane have no secrets!"
She pauses, looking around quietly. She hops off her bed, than walks to her door closing it behind Mr. Murphy. She than smiles at him, and motions for him to come over to her bed. She digs underneath, and pulls out a cardboard box with holes poked in the top.
"I found this a week ago. . I've been sneaking quarters and using my allowance to help it. ." She opens the box, and inside was a small, red robin with a broken wing. It chirped quietly, and gulped some water from a dish Ayane had put inside for it. "I am hoping it flies soon."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 13, 2010 11:12:00 GMT -5
The next day, Renee Montoya was waiting inside the post office, Stev Jr's P.O. box in sight. As she waited for her suspect to appear, her phone trilled, a text message popping onto the screen.
Hey, this is Lucy! <3 My unca said you had a hand in rescuing me. As thanks, I thought I'ld buy you a drink! Meet me at 3000 Legion street. The Thunder Club. Great, thanks bye! <3<3<3
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 18, 2010 20:53:00 GMT -5
Renee smiled at the text, responding to it. I'll be there. 7 PM? She pulled her hat down a bit, gazing at the box.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 19, 2010 20:08:00 GMT -5
As Renee replied to the text, her phone gave out a trill. The screen on her phone said Gotham PD-Forensics.
She picked up the phone and was greeted by the slightly concerned voice of Jack Houston. "Renee, theres been an interesting turn of events in the theatre case. . ."
The phone cut off for a moment, the same instance that a tall, slender figure entered the post office, dressed in a deep purple trench with its collar turned up.
". . it seems as though our dead guard was also the lead suspect in the kidnapping of Lucy Lamour. ." His voice cut in again as Renee's well trained eyes followed the mysterious figure as it walked to the P.O. box area.
". . . evidence that he did kidnap Lamour was found, but question is, who killed him?" Jack wondered, his voice crackling over freaky bad reception.
The figure put a gloved hand on the P.O. Box Renee had been guarding, and than quickly opened it, not seeming to need a key. After extracting a letter from the box, the figure seemed to turn its head to Renee at the exact moment that Renee's phone crackled so much she was forced to take her phone away from her ear. When Renee's attention went back to the figure, it had seemingly disappeared during the moment Renee had been distracted by her phone, the post office's door chiming softly as it closed.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 19, 2010 23:19:16 GMT -5
Renee blinked. "Great... he can disrupt communications." She spoke into her phone. "Jack? I've got a lead. Don't want to talk about it over the air... tomorrow afternoon, find some free time and e-mail me... Jim's got the address." She hung up, not wanting to say anything more across the cell connection. Manipulating electromagnetic waves? I don't know if he can listen in to cells too, but if he can I don't want to give him any more ammunition than he needs. She reached for her communicator, then sighed softly. Communicator's electromagnetic over the air too... nothing's guaranteed.
She gave the postbox one more look. You'd better hope my date tonight goes well.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2010 17:07:44 GMT -5
Thunder Club
Unlike the name implies, the Thunder Club was a remotely quiet place. A remotely quiet for a place filled with office workers of their late twenties who frequent the club for a drink after work. The music was rock, and blaring out of the speakers was Bat out of Hell as Renee Montoya walked in. A stocky looking man with a scar across his eye was tending bar, and chatting with the lovely Lucy Lamour.
Her long curly blonde hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, except for a few curls that fell around her face. she was dressed in dropped waist forest green mini skirted dress that enhanced the green flecks in her eyes.
Renee's skirt was longer, her outfit a deep blue that verged on black, almost modest in spite of how it clung. She made her way across the club floor, toward Miss Lamour's location, stopping next to her. "Fancy meeting you here."
Lucy turned from the burly barkeep and looked at Renee, a bit startled at first, but than a wide, bright smile flashing across her face. She than did a little jump, wrapping her arms around Renee's neck and hugging her. "I'm glad you showed. Almost didn't recognize you. You look different without pants." She giggled as she let go and dropped to the floor. She than motioned to the seat at the bar next to her. "Sit down, order. Mackrel makes the best drinks in town."
Renee hugged Lucy in return, smiling slightly. Ah, yes... I had changed by the time she saw me. "Gin and tonic, straight up." She took a seat, looking to Lucy. "You were very good in the show."
Mackrel made the drink quickly, and handed it over. Lucy smiled, obviously delighted with the compliment. "Oh! Thank you. I am just sad we couldn't finish it. But the theatre mailed out comp tickets to everyone who was there that night, for the next time it plays." She took a sip from a glass filled with a cranberry colored liquid. "My name is Lucy. But I'm sure my uncle already told you that."
Renee nodded with a soft smile. "He did, but thank you. Renee Montoya. I'm... a private investigator." She offered her hand. "I'll be sure to make time to see it when it's done again."
"Nice to meet you Renee." Lucy said, smiling softly in return. "How is the investigation going? any leads?" As if on cue, Renee's cell phone rings.
Renee nodded. "A couple.. and this might be one. Mind if I take it?"
"Not at all."
Renee nodded, rising and moving to a quieter part of the room before answering. "Montoya."
"Well, yes. I assumed that is who you were." Jack Houston quipped, sounding a bit more jovial than he felt. "We got cut off before. You had mentioned a lead on someone who might of shot Stev Smiley?"
"Yes, but I need to discuss it in person. There's meta-involvement." She used the word knowing that those around her were unlikely to recognize it, but Houston would - police slang for the involvement of a metahuman or other super-being. "Don't know the line's safe."
"Ah well, you free? We could meet up somewhere, solve a crime and catch up on old times. Maybe you can tell me why you've been hanging out with a certain former state prosecuter?"
"Not free right now. Tomorrow." She sighed softly. "Tomorrow afternoon."
"You have my number. Give me a call." Houston hung up.
Renee shook her head at the phone, making her way back over to the bar. "Sorry about that."
"Eveything okay? You look sort of. . shook up?" Lucy asked, looking concerend.
Renee smiled a bit. "I'm all right. Had to schedule a meeting with the police officer on your case."
"Oh. You mean that Houston fellow?" Lucy asked looking thoughtful. "My unca said he got a good vibe from Houston. Like the one he gets from you." She giggled. "But knowing him, only god knows what he means."
"Houston's a good man. Solid, knows the business." Renee sipped her drink. "Eager, too. You could do a lot worse than him keeping an eye on you."
Lucy looked slyly over at Renee. "I think I'd do better with you keeping an eye on me." She commented flirtaciously.
Renee smiled a bit more at that. "I plan to." She looked around a bit. "What's there to do here besides drink?" Her eyes had a bit of a playful light.
"Karaoke. Dancing. Darts. They have a pool table upstairs. You could arm wrestle Mackrel. He always lets the ladies win." Lucy said, looking at the bartender.
"Only the pretty 'uns."
Renee laughed softly. "Care to dance, Lucy?"
"I'd love too."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2010 17:37:08 GMT -5
The Smiley Residence, three days later
The atmosphere was warm and cozy that afternoon. Everything seemed right in the world even though the investigation had left more questions than answers. Kimiko was making tea in the kitchen, Jack Houston and Stev Sr. were out on the patio grilling up some hamburgers and kabobs, Renee Montoya and Lucy Lamour were sitting on opposite sides of Ayane as they helped her color a picture.
The preceding days have been full of stress, the shooting of the guard who had turned out to be the kidnapper, Stev Smiley. The rescue of Lucy Lamour, and the mysterious figure who had broken into Stev's P.O. box and had seemingly toyed with Renee's cell-phone reception. The next day Renee had gone to the post office with Jack and a search warrant, and they had found a single, deep plum colored business card that had Knave of Thorns scrawled across the front in silver script. There had been no prints, no other evidence, and since that day the trail had gone cold.
Houston had promised to keep searching for answers. Stev Sr. had already begun to plan his son's funeral. And this Knave of Thorns seemed to of disappeared into the night.
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