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(The view is one of Reno's apartment, but it isn't his apartment. It's smaller... for one, and the cats lounge around, one of them on top of a set of file cabinets. Over on the far wall is a string attached to a handle, a bed-in-the-wall type thing. The setting could have totally been on Who framed Roger Rabbit? but... a bit more messy.
Reno himself is sitting at a desk, with an 1920s style lamp, set of fountain pens, ink blot, pictures of his friends and family... and he's wearing an dress shirt, the first few buttons up top loose, and suspenders of all things. Suspenders?! Next to the inkblot, an fedora hat sits, and a trench coat is hung up on a coat rack next to the file cabinets.
It's true, he looks like he came right out of a hard-boiled detective novel.)
So... the kid hasn't dropped by in a coupla days. That ain't gonna matter much in the long run... I got the case almost wrapped up, maybe one, two more people to see. I'm almost expectin' the sound of that sharp crack of blood red stilettos on the staircase, ruby red lips moist and pouty... she's a real skirt, no doubt. A chassis like that, the dame could go places. Heh... don't tell me I'm goin' all goofy for her.
Two more people... then I can drop the goods off at the bull station, just hope they aren't too balled up to make sense of it. Those crooks'll be on the lam, and it'll all be because of Reno McFallister, Private Eye.
(He's saying this as he's writing in a little book on his desk, obviously his journal, because one couldn't be too careful, right?)
Now... what's the word on the street about that Cloud Strife fella, I wonder? I get the feeling that guy's in the thick of the plot.
(ooc: lafjdalskdfa. I'm so sorry. I had to. Reno is in one of those detective romance stories. Totally.)
Reno himself is sitting at a desk, with an 1920s style lamp, set of fountain pens, ink blot, pictures of his friends and family... and he's wearing an dress shirt, the first few buttons up top loose, and suspenders of all things. Suspenders?! Next to the inkblot, an fedora hat sits, and a trench coat is hung up on a coat rack next to the file cabinets.
It's true, he looks like he came right out of a hard-boiled detective novel.)
So... the kid hasn't dropped by in a coupla days. That ain't gonna matter much in the long run... I got the case almost wrapped up, maybe one, two more people to see. I'm almost expectin' the sound of that sharp crack of blood red stilettos on the staircase, ruby red lips moist and pouty... she's a real skirt, no doubt. A chassis like that, the dame could go places. Heh... don't tell me I'm goin' all goofy for her.
Two more people... then I can drop the goods off at the bull station, just hope they aren't too balled up to make sense of it. Those crooks'll be on the lam, and it'll all be because of Reno McFallister, Private Eye.
(He's saying this as he's writing in a little book on his desk, obviously his journal, because one couldn't be too careful, right?)
Now... what's the word on the street about that Cloud Strife fella, I wonder? I get the feeling that guy's in the thick of the plot.
(ooc: lafjdalskdfa. I'm so sorry. I had to. Reno is in one of those detective romance stories. Totally.)