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Post by Spartan 999 on Sept 19, 2011 17:56:31 GMT -5
The shadow on the ledge moved slightly as the PI walked in the direction of Elizabeth...and the armor. He could not let the two artifacts come together again. The shadow landed on the ground some fifteen feet from Sam, and started following him. When Sam stopped to look back warily, there was nothing behind him. Or so it seemed. When Sam turned back to continue his walk, he couldn't shake the feeling of...dread. Of Fear. Following.
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Post by DeWinter on Sept 19, 2011 19:25:25 GMT -5
Elizabeth broke her second pencial today. "THEY DID WHAT?" she yelledd after her pencial went snapped. She ran to her desk as she search over her files. Everything was there, but the information on the necklace. She looked around and back at her boss. "They had no right! That is my file, and my stuff!!! I don't care... my client, my stuff!!!" She could see her boss is trying to keep his temper, but he was just as upset. Thank goodness she kept backup. But now she has to keep her stuff under tighter lock. Great!! She threw the pieces on the floor.
"What.... I bet I knew who!!" she pulled out the flash drive I have around my neck and open up my file. She study the information on it. As she begin to mumbled in French then slowly slide into Itlain. she was having trouble figuring what was myth and what was fact.
Apparently, Alexandar the Great discovered the armor according some of her information. In the last two weeks she found that it was actually made for him by alchemist (some information claim he was demi god other claim he was a warlock). It was suppose to protect him from any harm and make a wear almost immortal, but some of the myths said if you took it off you would lose your soul and have parts of your life drain based on how long you left the armor on.
Some information made reference to Hilter wearing the armor underneath his clothes. she just couldn't see any other connection to the armor, but she wasn't about to give up.
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Post by darkiron on Sept 19, 2011 19:38:30 GMT -5
Sam coughed into his hand and rubbed his stomach. He was getting a bad feeling in the pit of it as he moved around to ask for information as to where the nearest places a young lady Evangeline's description would work. He got mixed answers but they all seemed to point to an adult place just a few blocks down and to the right.
That same feeling, maybe he shouldn't have stopped for those hot dogs on the way to the joint. Either way, he turned a corner to head to the bar that most of the people seemed to indicate. Surprisingly, it was still open in the day, seemed odd but not so much to throw him off. It wasn't packed either though, very few people watching the show of a dancer writhing about on a pole.
Turning red, Sam took off his hat and covered his face as he'd make his way towards the bartender to ask him about the dancer he'd met the other night. Evangeline...oh damn, he was sure he'd written it down. Oh well, here's hoping she wasn't the only one named Evangeline there.
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Post by ¡мuş℮! on Sept 20, 2011 10:46:11 GMT -5
The bartender grunted and gave a sort of nod indicating that someone by that name did work here. He moved over to a small intercom behind the counter and muttered into it. “Angel someone’s here fo’ ya.” The speaker was clear in the back dressing room. Evangeline gave a curious look as if to ask who was there. That was until the name “Sam” was whispered about her head by the ghost of a woman who had been wondering about the dance hall for most of the morning. Without another word Angel stood up from her stool and walked through the ‘Employee Only’ sign and onto the floor.
Smiling she strode towards the bar. Her hair was curled and pulled back in a semi-updo. Make-up accented her features. And a strapless maroon c*cktail dress clung to her skin. A far different person than the casual and calm persona she had given off last night.
“Sam!” She stated as she glided next to him and upon one of the bar stools. She crossed her legs in a lady-like fashion, and placed her hands upon her knee. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He seemed like this was not the normal hang out for him, uneasy and almost ashamed. But she was not bothered by any of it, and was going to pretend that he had been her numerous of times.
((ooc: sorry for not replying sooner. been busy. change of bosses at work, everyone running around like idiots...tons of fun stuff. ^_^ thanks for waiting.))
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Post by Spartan 999 on Sept 20, 2011 11:06:37 GMT -5
The shadow-man stared at Sam and Angel from across the room, thinking about the girl's involvement with the artifacts. None what so ever, as far as he could tell, but one never knew. She had a gift, but he couldn't tell what exactly it was. She could still be important, nevertheless.
Izin settled back in his seat to listen, ignoring the rest of the club.
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Post by DeWinter on Sept 20, 2011 13:14:43 GMT -5
(ooc: Slayer a little confuses- how do you know about the artifacts?)
Elizabeth grabbed her files and shoved them into her bag. She had to get cleaned up. She was going to be meeting with the client tonight. She didn't have much more she could give them, other then the myths. But after the meeting she was going to hit the library again. She found some helpful books about Alexander the Great- maybe she over looked something.
Rubbing her eyes she could feel how wiped out she was, but more energy drinks should help push back the grogginess she was feeling. Turning on her computer she begin the process of coding and securing her information so that nobody can access her files without her knowledge. Sighing she tried to fix up her hair as her program finished.
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Post by Spartan 999 on Sept 20, 2011 13:23:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Well, I read the story. But if you are talking about Izin, does it really matter? He is really old, really intelligent, and has been around a lot. He also does his research. The reason he is here, you will find out. In time.)
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Post by Night on Sept 22, 2011 22:52:24 GMT -5
Chris was once again sitting at his very nice desk after finishing a case and he was now on the computer making the report for it and like so many cases before he had to use his gun...he always heard many of the older guys say that if Chris took a case and didn't use his gun that it would be a sign that the Apocalypse would end and then the world would be saved. Chris ignored this and knew that the reason he used his gun more than the others was because he actually took on cases that mattered and didn't try to handle them lazily like all the older vets did. Chris gave his all with every case and it just so happened that his cases involved to often demons and vampires and the like. The other cops...if you could call them that stuck with human matters....like traffic duty. Chris continued to type away on his computer and his buddy josh walked over with something that Chris loved ( hated ) more than anything. New case files that had something to do with his district and he was always given the cases that had no reasoning and made no sense. " Hey Chris i got some files for you from forensics. Seems there was another murder with no witnesses or motive. " Chris held out his hand and took them and when he put them down and started to flip through them his buddy walked away saying have fun." Okay lets see what we have here." His friend stops and looks back over his shoulder." Oh and Chris! that Sam guy is on this one." With that he left and Chris grew angry as he read through the report." God i hate that guy!....he thinks he knows everything. Hell he shouldn't even be messing in cop business when he isn't one. He calls himself a private paranormal investigator but he has no badge I have the badge and the code that goes with being an actual investigator." he keeps reading and sees that the murder took place near an old bar that the Sam guy always went to. " freakin bum probably gets drunk on the job....if you can call it that. he probably only does it for the money...i actually like doing what i do!." Looks up to see his friend staring at him." Whats wrong Chris? Sam's got you all bent out of shape?" Chris gets up and grabs his jacket and walks by his friend saying. " i'll show that guy who the real cop is." He leaves the building takes his keys out of his pocket and walks over to the garage where everyone keeps there cars he passes the guard and flashes his badge and he pulls out his keys and walks up to his Black 1969 Dodge Charger. he unlocks the door gets in and the gate opens for him and he starts to drive towards where the murder took place.
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Post by darkiron on Sept 30, 2011 9:35:56 GMT -5
Sam kept his eyes down towards the ground until the familiar voice rang true in his ears. With a smile, he saw Evangeline and his shyness seemed to clear up suddenly.
"Ah, there you are. I was actually on my way here to ask you a few questions. Hope that's not going to be a problem."
He looked about again, trying to see if anyone would in fact have a problem with her not taking the stage. The place was fairly empty however, only a few patrons that seemed to be interested more in their drinks and own self loathing than what was actually happening on stage.
His eyes came back to rest upon Evangeline, to see what her response would be. In his mind he honestly hoped that she would say yes. She was the last lead he had.
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Post by ¡мuş℮! on Sept 30, 2011 18:15:02 GMT -5
A pleasant smile stretched across her tan features. She was being polite and was going to try to help him to the best of her ability.
“Of course you can ask me anything.” She paused and thought about that statement, then added on. “Well almost anything.” A coy smile flashed across her painted lips. Flagging the bar tender down for a glass of water she looked back at Sam.
“I actually did not think that you’d come and find me. Otherwise I would have given you directions to this place the last time we met. Hope you didn’t have too much trouble.” She took a sip of the clear liquid with the man behind the counter set the glass down in front of her and then strode away.
It did not occur to her to think that he might want to go to another location to discuss his questions. After all who would be here, in the dance hall, this early in the day looking to spy on them and wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb?
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