06-25-2013, 05:53 PM
JiraiyaSanninslunk down the alleyway, raining pouring down like tears from a betrayed and cheated on spouse.
He pulled up his black coat a little closer to his face, cigarette in hand, the only light close by. A trusty magnum was in his holster, ready for anything. JiraiyaSannin was the greatest private eye in the land. He was chasing down a very odd lead.
He had been hired by a certain bloke named Lazlo (funny name, most certainly an alibi) to hunt down the possible killer of his good pal Beardy. The police were supposed to be on the case, but they were really doing as much as a lazy teenage boy when he gets a new video game. Them pigs didn't have time for no lowly guy like Beardy.
The body was the most bizzare he had ever seen. Thousands upon thousands of tiny little peck marks were covering the body like it was swiss cheese. What, or who, had the time and effort to be so ruthless, and kill someone in such a painfully slow way? Who was this Beardy anyway?
Questions poured down like the rain. He slung down the cig into a puddle like a baby drops a boring toy. Hands in pockets, he stood motionless. He had a lead. A certain woman, nearly twice his age. A scorned grandmother. He was attempting to find, just where in this city, she would be.
Suddenly, a stone flung by his face. He walked slowly over to pick it up. It was no sooner as that when he bent over, he saw hundreds of beaming red eyes at ankle level open in front of him. He quickly read the note on the stone:
He pulled up his black coat a little closer to his face, cigarette in hand, the only light close by. A trusty magnum was in his holster, ready for anything. JiraiyaSannin was the greatest private eye in the land. He was chasing down a very odd lead.
He had been hired by a certain bloke named Lazlo (funny name, most certainly an alibi) to hunt down the possible killer of his good pal Beardy. The police were supposed to be on the case, but they were really doing as much as a lazy teenage boy when he gets a new video game. Them pigs didn't have time for no lowly guy like Beardy.
The body was the most bizzare he had ever seen. Thousands upon thousands of tiny little peck marks were covering the body like it was swiss cheese. What, or who, had the time and effort to be so ruthless, and kill someone in such a painfully slow way? Who was this Beardy anyway?
Questions poured down like the rain. He slung down the cig into a puddle like a baby drops a boring toy. Hands in pockets, he stood motionless. He had a lead. A certain woman, nearly twice his age. A scorned grandmother. He was attempting to find, just where in this city, she would be.
Suddenly, a stone flung by his face. He walked slowly over to pick it up. It was no sooner as that when he bent over, he saw hundreds of beaming red eyes at ankle level open in front of him. He quickly read the note on the stone:
Beware...
Of...
CUCCOS.
Of...
CUCCOS.