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Post by Sixteen on Oct 30, 2013 10:21:00 GMT -5
I'm kind of happy that I haven't seen it because now all of this is new and surprising.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Oct 30, 2013 10:29:49 GMT -5
I am interested....
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Post by B. on Oct 30, 2013 11:15:33 GMT -5
yessssss willis
this is basically real life
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Post by B. on Oct 30, 2013 11:15:51 GMT -5
except its also orphan dark
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 30, 2013 14:35:59 GMT -5
Bee's line about basketball jerseys and prized possessions was beautiful. And I'm guessing that Pandora might just end up making things a little more difficult for Piper from hereon...
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Post by Charlie on Oct 31, 2013 9:19:57 GMT -5
I like this
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Post by Charlie on Oct 31, 2013 9:31:34 GMT -5
A lot.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 1, 2013 15:17:06 GMT -5
I also like this
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 1, 2013 15:20:05 GMT -5
also a lot
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Post by Rellim on Nov 4, 2013 12:59:42 GMT -5
Post more!
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 5, 2013 3:28:27 GMT -5
more!
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Post by B. on Nov 5, 2013 11:06:00 GMT -5
comment more peeps
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Post by Rellim on Nov 5, 2013 13:28:41 GMT -5
Nah, Willis isn't like BSam, who requires a certain comment quota before posting a new installment (and then so frquently never updates anyway)
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Post by Sixteen on Nov 5, 2013 15:02:15 GMT -5
Even if he doesn't need a quota it deserves more comments. Get on it people!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 17:08:51 GMT -5
Thanks, you guys. New episodes every Tuesday
Chapter 3
Bee looked down at the death certificate with Piper’s name on it. She had done her part of the plan. She opened the door to her apartment, but was surprised when it wasn’t empty. “Hello there, Bee,” said Tragedy with a wry smile. Bee gave an exacerbated sigh. “What are you doing here,” she said. “Where’s Piper,” he asked. “I know she’s been here, I can tell.” He was so smug that it made her sick. “She’s not here, you imbicile. I just got back from the morgue. She’s dead, Tragedy.” She showed him the death certificate. Tragedy looked at it and went through a whole palette of emotions. He was sad to hear about his friend’s loss, regretful of how he treated her, angry that he still didn’t have his possession. But then out of the corner of his eye, he saw what he recognized as Piper’s handbag. He knew something was up, but didn’t want Bee to know his suspicious. So he started crying. “Bee, can you please make me a cup of tea,” he said with a whimper. “Oh stuff it,” said Bee but she went to her kitchen because she had sympathy for him. He snuck a peek in Piper’s bag, but his possession wasn’t there. Something was still off though, and he was going to figure out what.
“Uh, hey there. What are you, umm, doing here?” said Piper, stumbling with her words while also trying to do an American accent. “What are you talking about, Sherry Ann. I told you I was coming home today from vacation. You never listen. Hey, you cut your hair cut!” Piper instinctively grabbed her hair. “Oh yeah, I just thought I needed a change.” Pandora laughed. “What has gotten into you? You abhor any kind of change. And your suit is all wrinkled. Normally you would spend hours making sure it’s perfect. Is something wrong?” Piper stuttered a little, trying to think quick on her feet but sadly failing. “Relax, Sherry Ann, I’m just messing with you. There’s the uptight roommate I’m used to. Piper laughed nervously. “Oh yeah, you know me! Grr, so uptight. Well, I need to run now. Nice talking to you, pal.” Pandora laughed again. “You’re so weird” and went to the TV room. “That was a close one,” thought Piper to herself. She walked towards the bank while practicing common sentences with an American accent.
She had almost reached the bank when she noticed a black parked car flashing its lights at her. She tried to ignore it but it continued to flash at her. She let her curiosity get the best of her and walked towards the car. She didn’t get to it however, because another car drove up to her and came to a screeching stop. A handsome young man got out and furiously walked over to her. “Sherry Ann, where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you. Did you forget about the meeting with the captain today?” Piper was baffled. She used basic deduction from Sherry Ann’s cellphone to realize that this stranger was probably Charlie, but she had no idea what their relationship was, or who the captain was and what the meeting with him would be about. “Sorry, Charlie,” she guessed, and was relieved when he didn’t object to the name. “I’ve been stressed out, as you can probably imagine.” Charlie looked at her with some sympathy, but he was clearly fed up with her excuses. “I know this has been tough, Piper, but you just have to tell the captain about the incident with the shooting. Then this will all be over and we can go back to work.” Piper noticed Charlie’s badge. He was a police officer, which meant that Sherry Ann was also a police officer. What had she gotten herself into? What was this shooting was soon to be expected to know anything about? She thought quickly. “Charlie, I’m sorry, but I’ve had a really bad day. Do you think you could just help me figure out what I should say in the meeting?” Charlie nodded. “I mean, we’ve been practicing this the last couple days, but don’t worry Sherry Ann. I’ve got your back.”
They arrived at the station and were quickly whisked into the meeting room. “Fashionably late, I see,” said BSam, Sherry Ann’s commanding officer. Piper nervously apologized, and Charlie stepped in saying “She’s here now. Let’s just get this over with. The three of them sat down. “Sherry Ann, I just need you to tell me, with as much detail as you can, what happened three day ago.” Charlie started to speak, helping out his partner as he had promised. BSam put his hand up. “Charlie, I know your heart is in the right place, but Sherry Ann has to do this herself. Whenever you’re ready, Sherry Ann.” Piper’s heart started palpitating. She feared she was about to blow her cover, and who knew what would happen then. “Think, Piper,” she thought. She closed her eyes. Thinking carefully, she remembered the word file from Sherry Ann’s computer. She dug deep into her memory banks to retrieve anything she could find. Slowly and methotically, she began speaking, with thoughtful pauses between each sentence. “Three days ago. There was a shooting. It was at a crime scene that I was investigating. Without a partner.” Charlie was nodding, so Piper knew she was on the right track. “There was one other person there. A witness. She was shot while I was questioning her. From long range. I didn’t get visual on the shooter at all.” BSam put down his notepad. Everything she had said he’d already known. He started to stand up, figuring Sherry Ann was done speaking. But she wasn’t. “The woman was killed on impact. But the shot wasn’t meant for her. It was meant for me.” Charlie, who had started to zone out when he figured Sherry Ann had it under control, jolted forward. BSam also had an expression of surprise. Piper realized that when Sherry Ann had come to this conclusion without sharing it with her coworkers. “And why do you think it was meant for you,” said BSam incredulously. Now Piper was truly stumped. If Sherry Ann had written any details about her reasoning, they had escaped Piper’s memory. Piper tried to laugh nervously. “Sorry, I was joking.” BSam frowned, then sighed deeply. “This is not the time for jokes and you know it, Sherry Ann.” He stood up. “I know the last few days have been hard on you. I shouldn’t have put you through this so soon after the incident. We’re done.”
Piper sat at Sherry Ann’s desk, deep in thought. Sherry Ann believed that she somebody had attempted to murder her. Why had they been at the crime scene? Hell, what was the crime? Why had Sherry Ann investigated without a partner? She snapped out of her trance when Charlie slammed her desk. “Why were you keeping things from me? You thought the shot was meant for you? I can tell you weren’t joking when you said that. What is going on, Sherry Ann?” Piper didn’t know why, but she trusted Charlie. “I can’t tell you. Largely because I don’t know a lot of what is going on myself. But Charlie, I need your help. I need the files from the crime scene from 3 days ago.” She thought about her daughter, and the appointment with the bank, but this had become a life or death situation. She needed answers before she did anything to put her daughter in danger. “And Charlie, we need to go back to the crime scene.”
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