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| What a Mess! | Started by: Marietta on May 13, '09 14:08 |
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Rourkey quickly bolted up out of his mid-day nap. He was a bit confused as to why someone was furrowing about in the secret speakeasy he used as a sexy rendezvous shack with Aurora, but silently thanked his lucky stars for putting in that "tin cans tied to a piece of string" alarm at the bottom of the stairs. He grabbed his trusty gun, "Lolita," and hurried to the staircase. He muttered to himself as he continued: I really hope whoever this is didn't touch any of my alcohol or use my "love mattress." Rourkey lay in wait until the door opened at the top of the staircase. As soon as a head popped out to see if the coast was clear, Rourkey decked him with a mean right hook. The man fell to the ground with a mighty thud. Rourkey raised his arms in a championship pose and bowed quickly to an imaginary crowd. He yelled to no one in particular: AND IN THIS CORNER....WITH A VICIOUS RIGHT HOOK FROM THE STREETS OF DETROIT....ROURKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ROURKE! Rourkey took a few jabs at the air. Suddenly he heard Marietta's voice from down in the speakeasy. He rushed to the top of the stairs and yelled down: Mari???? Is that you???? I thought only Aurora was interested in Rourkey's Underground Love Shack. Come on out of there! Rourkey noticed the fallen man stir a bit and knocked him over the head harder the second time. He said to the man: I don't know who you are, sir, but I'd appreciate you not accosting my boss like this. |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jun 05, '09 17:07 | |
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Marc drove his brand new car down the streets of Detroit. He was on a mission. Someone had taken his fedora. Well it was actually Pickles fedora, the one TM had given her, and he needed to get it back. The car slowed to a crawl outside a speakeasy near the bank, the one he heard RourkeyRourke sometimes visited. He had been tipped off that Rourkey had it so he was coming here to get it back. He parked and got out of the car before walking up the sidewalk to the door. Suddenly he heard a shout and a thud, it sounded as if someone had been hit hard. The door opened with a creak and Marc slunk in. He saw Rourkey standing over the body of somebody as he said "I don't know who you are, sir, but I'd appreciate you not accosting my boss like this." Mark saw blood trickling from a cut on the mans head, under a mass of dark curls that had been stuffed under HIS golf cap. He recognized Pickles immediately and was about to grab Rourkey when he saw Godmother Marietta emerge from the staircase. Marc seized his chance and leapt out of the shadows. He grabbed Marietta around the waist and whispered in her ear. "Forgive me Godmother but I feel this is the only way to get my hat back and ensure that she gets out safely. He nudged Kittie with his foot and she moaned, then he looked up at the stunned Rourkey who had forgotten his gun in his haste. "Sir, if you would please turn around and put your hands behind your head, I will be taking Pickles, my hat he snatched Pickles fedora from the coat rack, and the godmother as collateral and will be leaving. As soon as I am sure that Pickles is ok, I will let Marietta go." Marc slung Pickles over his shoulder, tightened his grip on Marietta, and backed out the door, down the curb, and into his car, praying that Rourkey would actually listen to him. |
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| Reply by: Marc_Jamieson at Jun 07, '09 01:42 | |
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