"STOP! POLICE!" yelled the officer in blue. You know, its quite funny when they say that. I never do. Why should I? Life is so exciting living on the edge. The feeling is just too wonderful to forfeit to a lifetime in jail. Ever since that first night... the night I got my revenge on this cruel city, its been STOP! POLICE! day after day. Good thing the police force is full of trash, else I never would have lasted this long. Hah, my favorite was the time I convinced one of the drunks at the bar to hand over their car keys. He called the police the next day after he had sobered up and all I had to do was switch the license plate to avoid them. You think they would have another way to identify a stolen vehicle, but no. I almost feel sorry for the guy I switched the license plates with... Poor bastard.
I turned the corner and sprinted behind the pawn shop where my get-away car was stationed. The police trailed behind, panting like the dogs they are. I threw a sack-full of goods and cash into the back seat and floored it. The two officers in pursuit were just emerging from behind the shop when they heard the loud roar of the engine and squeal of the wheels. One of them dove out of the way just in time before the front of the car collided with him. The other, however, was not so lucky. He tried to get out of the way, but his leg got caught under the wheel with a painfully loud crunch and screams.
I laughed and sped off down the street, swerving out of the way of oncoming traffic. When I was a safe enough distance away, I stopped and got out.
"I'm way passed those blueberry pancakes!" I chuckled as I counted the cash. Three hundred fifty dollars. Not bad. Time to celebrate!
I walked into the bar and bought a victory beer. Then another. And another. I was finishing up the last few sips when I looked over and eyed an interesting man across the bar. I think he owned the place, but it was hard to tell. My mind was drowning in alcohol.
The man looked at me funny--sort of suspiciously, you know, how they sort of tilt their head slightly to the side and narrow their vision a bit. I guess I should take my leave. He might recognize me from somewhere.
I got up from my seat and stumbled along the room, finally making it outside. I got inside my stolen car and collapsed...
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Shakka Shakka Shakka.
Someone was trying to enter? No. The warehouse shutter doors were being rattled noisily by the wind outside. This area seems prone to violent weather patterns. Maybe I should pray to the teru teru bozu? I should have enough time to waste to make around 50...
Perhaps this weather is here for a reason? Demons, Magicians, H.P. Lovecrafts fanclub, who knows. If anything, the girl whom walks around speaking in rhythmic tempo seems the most likely candidate for an unnatural occurrence in this vicinity. Mmmf, heavy. I've heard of something like her before...an Ameonna? No weather reports seem to be conclusive in terms of why the skies only become darker each day. Most likely a reference to my brain functions slowly wasting away in this place. Soon it will be pitch black and Dennis Quaid will have to come unthaw us from certain death.
Yes, there is certainly a large amount of materials here. Mr. Machelli really should care more about what and where he keeps his storage. Of course he doesn't have to, he does have a large area of influence. Reporting everything I have found comes for later, this is just one stop in many and I can only help when I'm gone. Only a few more days in this place.
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Yep. Still cloudy and very windy. My shoes have actually left my feet and are being blown down the sidewalk. I suppose I should put a stopper on any other investigation today.
Is that someone laying in the street?...It appears a bike crawled out from a manhole and attacked him, thats always unfortunate. Well, i'm certain there are rules for a situation like that. One of them most likely being, don't go near people bleeding violently in a ghetto. Its not as if I don't care, I am not a police officer. I am a detective. I should never be seen, only heard as a voice which aids with justice. This place isn't boring, you have to be awake most of the day to really know who and what is going to kill you. A mental challenge is what I want, and nothing here has more than a highschool degree.
"STOP! POLICE!"
And of course, there is always something going on. Someone is being chased down the street this very moment...
I wonder if brone bought any blueberry cream cheese with his bagels...
"Teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu
Do make tomorrow a sunny day
Like the sky in a dream sometime
If it's sunny I'll give you a golden bell
Teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu
Do make tomorrow a sunny day
If you make my wish come true
We'll drink lots of sweet rice wine
Teru-teru-bozu, teru bozu
Do make tomorrow a sunny day
But if it's cloudy and you are crying
Then I shall snip your head off"
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