Starsailor2804
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OOC: I just suddenly came up with a great story idea that came out of looking through a story I began to write so many years ago. I am going to start a 'Dick Tracy' like story, where the handsome private eye is sitting in his office bored out of his mind with no work until a beautiful bombshell comes through the door looking for his help. Of course, he can't turn her away, nor will she let him and thus the story begins from there.
The story takes place in the early 1930s and the woman is way ahead of her time, much like the character in the Dick Tracy story. She is outgoing, forward, would be considered a hoochie if she wasn't so beautiful and held herself so highly.
If you'd like to join PM me with character ideas with description (looks, attire) and personality. Once I reply telling you it is alright you can then join. Looking for only one female as I will be playing the other characters in the story including the detective.
IC: It was a rainy night, not much different from the countless others that Steven Hook, Detective Hook as he was commonly referred to as, found as he lifted a blind on the blinds to see the dark rain hit the rooftops and cars below his office. The blinking neon lights of the worn out sign for the bar across the street bounced off his back wall as the apartment above it was lit allowing him to watch as a couple began to fight as they seemed to always be doing. Maybe that was the exact reason he remained single, although he was only twenty-five and young for being in such a profession. At roughly five feet and elven inches, one-hundred and seventy-five pounds the collaboration as well as his well toned body made him a very good foe in any hand to hand bout. As well, his short dark brown hair and dark blue eyes pierced deeply into any criminal setting him straight with no doubt what he was in for and struck deep into the soul and heart of any woman who came in contact with him bringing fluttering eyelashes as a response to his looks.
You'll never make it most told him, and more and more it seemed they were going to be correct as despite his successes in his numerous cases the number of cases were down greatly. For the city crime rate that seemed like a good conclusion, but that wasn't the case, crime was just as bad as it had been but less and less people were coming to the private detectives. The police department was overwelmed with reports of crime that had no witnesses for all feared the criminals these days. Anarchy was a reality.
Snuffing out his cigar in the ashtray Steve turned and propped his legs up on the desk top and laid back in his rolling chair. Looking towards the door that was a strong wood with non-transparent glass where his name was, Steve hoped to have someone walk through that door, and someone who wasn't armed with a piece. His own colt was always loaded and ready for some unwanted visitor as his shotgun was placed under the desk for unwanted visitors. It was as he looked up at the door that he saw a dark figure appear before it. Tipping his hat and placing his hand on his colt within the desk drawer he awaited the entry of the unknown individual.
The story takes place in the early 1930s and the woman is way ahead of her time, much like the character in the Dick Tracy story. She is outgoing, forward, would be considered a hoochie if she wasn't so beautiful and held herself so highly.
If you'd like to join PM me with character ideas with description (looks, attire) and personality. Once I reply telling you it is alright you can then join. Looking for only one female as I will be playing the other characters in the story including the detective.
IC: It was a rainy night, not much different from the countless others that Steven Hook, Detective Hook as he was commonly referred to as, found as he lifted a blind on the blinds to see the dark rain hit the rooftops and cars below his office. The blinking neon lights of the worn out sign for the bar across the street bounced off his back wall as the apartment above it was lit allowing him to watch as a couple began to fight as they seemed to always be doing. Maybe that was the exact reason he remained single, although he was only twenty-five and young for being in such a profession. At roughly five feet and elven inches, one-hundred and seventy-five pounds the collaboration as well as his well toned body made him a very good foe in any hand to hand bout. As well, his short dark brown hair and dark blue eyes pierced deeply into any criminal setting him straight with no doubt what he was in for and struck deep into the soul and heart of any woman who came in contact with him bringing fluttering eyelashes as a response to his looks.
You'll never make it most told him, and more and more it seemed they were going to be correct as despite his successes in his numerous cases the number of cases were down greatly. For the city crime rate that seemed like a good conclusion, but that wasn't the case, crime was just as bad as it had been but less and less people were coming to the private detectives. The police department was overwelmed with reports of crime that had no witnesses for all feared the criminals these days. Anarchy was a reality.
Snuffing out his cigar in the ashtray Steve turned and propped his legs up on the desk top and laid back in his rolling chair. Looking towards the door that was a strong wood with non-transparent glass where his name was, Steve hoped to have someone walk through that door, and someone who wasn't armed with a piece. His own colt was always loaded and ready for some unwanted visitor as his shotgun was placed under the desk for unwanted visitors. It was as he looked up at the door that he saw a dark figure appear before it. Tipping his hat and placing his hand on his colt within the desk drawer he awaited the entry of the unknown individual.
