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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 21:11:21 GMT -8
((◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊))The Grandmont-Rosedale neighborhood on the west side of Detroit. An overgrown lawn that draws hell from the neighbors half conceals a cheap white house. To one side is a block full of more well-kempt and valuable houses, to the other is a chop shop garage and a Popeye's chicken.
Within, I - Colleen Colt - was awakened by the alarm, head like a cannonball. I had a whiskey bottle clutched like a heavy glass teddy bear, and nipped it to take the edge off. While I waited for that to take effect, I scrunched up in a ball with my ass in the air - an awkward pose to keep from falling asleep again.
By 8:47, I felt able to sit up without unbearable pain, and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for the strength to make it to the shower.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 21:14:30 GMT -8
Once you'd finally gotten into the shower, you barely heard the chime of your phone. A text message was waiting for you.
BUTCHER:
Morning. When are we going over there? Wish it was sooner than 2.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 21:22:11 GMT -8
Detective Colt-
"Oh Joe..."
COLT:
Take it easy kid. We got long day. Cu soon.
I gobbled some excedrin and a microwave breakfast burrito to keep it from gobbling me, getting ready at a measured pace to avoid head trauma, occasionally looking to see if Joe texted again. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 21:26:50 GMT -8
BUTCHER:
We should've had a party at your place last night. Maybe tonight? 
Then I wouldn't have to commute, ugh. See you soon. Rain was washing over the windows in little torrents. It was just going to get worse, wasn't it? It didn't seem like the sun had even risen yet, the world was painted in greys and blues. |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 21:32:23 GMT -8
Yeah, this weather is appropriate.
COLT:
Hold horses. I can pick up if u wait a damn sec.
It was a high scrutiny day. I wore my dress shoes. I wouldn't be out in the rain here or at the station, so I didn't bother with an umbrella. Not that I likely had one.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 21:39:35 GMT -8
BUTCHER:
Thanks! Yeah this weather is going to be bullshit. And it was, the sick, splattery kind of rain that worms its ways through every crack, sliding down your neck and wicking up your pant legs.
Butcher lived a little out of the way, one in a row of former condos grudgingly converted to apartments, after no one wanted to buy damn condos in Detroit. Traffic was annoying, everyone creeping along because of the rain. The clouds overhead were swollen and dark as far as the eye could see. It was only going to get worse.BUTCHER:
Want to come in? Or meet you out there. Still have Aaron's espresso machine, probably can figure out how to use it.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 21:46:19 GMT -8
I actually was still pretty dry, coming straight out of my garage in a car, but I knew this shit was gonna suck up into me at some point, like that desert lizard that can pull water over its skin from its feet.
COLT:
Come on down.
Would he get the Price is Right reference? I somehow found a street spot to park.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 21:54:02 GMT -8
BUTCHER:
OK Just a minute Nobody parked on the street here, so there was plenty of room. This neighborhood was like a little yuppy pocket in the middle of the PJs. Surely why no one was parking on the street. You forgot what Butcher's ex-dude did, but he definitely made more money than Joe did.
The guy wound down the stairs, a dry cleaning bag draped over one shoulder and an umbrella in the other, like a nerd. He rushed over to you, eyes squeezed tight as his face was pelted with rain.
Joe-
"What a morning!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 22:01:20 GMT -8
I had opened the door for him, but shied away from the drippy dog as he got in.
Colleen-
"Fuckin' A."
I didn't even know what to say about what we were going to do. The wait at the station was going to be a motherfucker.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 22:05:30 GMT -8
He tossed the dry cleaning bag in the back seat and was polite enough to try to shake the rain off the still-closed umbrella before he chucked it back there too. He was wearing a white shirt and tie and gave you a bit of a J.W. vibe for a second. Hopefully there was a jacket in that bag back there. Maybe he was trying to look like a fancy boy since he made detective. (on Friday...)
Joe-
"Trying to plan how best to get blotto tonight. Haven't decided."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 22:11:25 GMT -8
Colleen-
"Brandy is dandy but liquor is slicker... Anyway, let's just hope tomorrow doesn't involve some early morning shit."
I pulled into the street. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 22:14:01 GMT -8
He tried to wipe out the wrinkles that were already forming in his dress shirt. That's why you don't wear that stuff, baby.
Joe-
"Hope I don't have to get grilled again. Everything else is bad enough."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 22:18:51 GMT -8
I did have a dress shirt on, but I was going garage to garage, and my shit would at least look presentable inside the police station in the first half of the day.
Colleen-
"What are we doing while we wait? Are we gonna have to kumbaya with the rest of the entourage? And if the lawyer is there for the whole thing, how do we keep from fucking up around him? What if one of them wants to shoot the shit, and then it's off-on-a-technicality time?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 27, 2018 22:20:54 GMT -8
Joe-
" 'Shoot the shit' seems like a good idea, just take him around back."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 27, 2018 22:22:31 GMT -8
Colleen-
"Hahaha. HAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHA! oh fuck."
Headache. |
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