Noir Detective - Revision history

Fredhot16 at 03:55, 27 January 2017

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Username unknown at 01:18, 19 September 2015

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Username unknown at 00:57, 18 September 2015

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	It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on a door and a little office to go with it.		It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on a door and a little office to go with it.

-	It is in this office that you sit, smoking, when the blonde ~~dame~~ steps in.	+	It is in this office that you sit, smoking, when the blonde steps in.


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Username unknown at 23:34, 14 September 2015

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	It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on a door and a little office to go with it.		It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on a door and a little office to go with it.

-	It ~~was~~ in this office that you sit, smoking, when the blonde dame steps in.	+	It is in this office that you sit, smoking, when the blonde dame steps in.


	[[The Blonde]]		[[The Blonde]]
	[[Category:Noir Detective]]		[[Category:Noir Detective]]

Username unknown at 22:22, 14 September 2015

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-	You light your cigarette and toss the used match into the ashtray. ~~The hot summer wind blows in through the open window as you blow~~ smoke rings into the air. How did you end up like this? A deadbeat dick in this crummy city?	+	You light your cigarette and toss the used match into the ashtray. You puff out smoke rings into the hot summer air, still and muggy even with the window open. How did you end up like this? A deadbeat dick in this crummy city?

-	Your mind wanders again to the war. Those were the days. You still remember ~~the day you stormed~~ that beach in Normandy~~. You thought~~ you were invincible - that nothing would ever pull you down ~~again~~. Of course, life never works out like that, does it?	+	Your mind wanders again to the war. Those were the days. You still remember storming that beach in Normandy, thinking you were invincible - that nothing would ever pull you down. Of course, life never works out like that, does it?

-	It wasn't till you got back home that you realized it - nobody wanted you around. There were too few jobs and too many ex-servicemen to fill them. And most of them weren't ~~full of~~ shrapnel either. It wasn't long before you were down on your luck. And you would have stayed ~~there~~ too, if it hadn't been for old George Haverstock.	+	It wasn't till you got back home that you realized it - nobody wanted you around. There were too few jobs to fill and too many ex-servicemen to fill them. And most of them weren't riddled with shrapnel either. It wasn't long before you were down on your luck. And you would have stayed down too, if it hadn't been for old George Haverstock.

-	You take another puff of your cigarette. It was simply good luck that you ran across George that afternoon at the bar. He offered you a post at his P.I. firm, simply for ~~old times~~ sake. You took him up on his offer and before long you'd found out you were actually good at it.	+	You take another puff of your cigarette. It was simply good luck that you ran across George that afternoon at the bar. He offered you a post at his P.I. firm, simply for the sake of a shared cigarette on a French beach. You took him up on his offer and before long you'd found out you were actually good at it.

-	It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on ~~your~~ door and a little office to go with it.	+	It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on a door and a little office to go with it.

-	It was in this office that you ~~were sitting~~, smoking, when the blonde dame ~~stepped~~ in.	+	It was in this office that you sit, smoking, when the blonde dame steps in.


	[[The Blonde]]		[[The Blonde]]
	[[Category:Noir Detective]]		[[Category:Noir Detective]]

Username unknown at 22:14, 14 September 2015

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-	~~Your days amongst the Army Rangers in Normandy bred a steel resolve in both~~ your ~~nerves~~ and ~~your mind. When you returned to~~ the ~~states after~~ the ~~war, you couldn't seem to settle into a single job for longer than a few days~~. ~~After all~~ the ~~men~~ you ~~saw killed or were killed at~~ the ~~pull of your own trigger, it was difficult to listen to some hack tell~~ you ~~what to do and when to do it. You started drinking pretty heavily to cope with the rough dreams and tougher memories, and that didn't help either.~~	+	You light your cigarette and toss the used match into the ashtray. The hot summer wind blows in through the open window as you blow smoke rings into the air. How did you end up like this? A deadbeat dick in this crummy city?

-	~~Before long, a friend offered you a spot in his private investigations firm. He was an old war buddy and a decent guy who was trying~~ to ~~give you a fair break~~. You ~~took him up on that offer, and though~~ the ~~cases were usually boring insurance fraud or cheating spouse types,~~ you ~~found~~ you ~~had a real knack for seeing them through~~.	+	Your mind wanders again to the war. Those were the days. You still remember the day you stormed that beach in Normandy. You thought you were invincible - that nothing would ever pull you down again. Of course, life never works out like that, does it?

-	~~You were promoted to full parter in 1948,~~ got ~~your own office, and a nice little hike in pay~~. ~~You started weaing double breasted suits~~ and ~~expensive fedoras, cut back a bit on the drinking, and found a bit of peace in helping others solve their problems~~. ~~The recompense didn~~'t ~~hurt~~ either~~, as~~ your ~~rate was always high enough to keep~~ you ~~going~~.	+	It wasn't till you got back home that you realized it - nobody wanted you around. There were too few jobs and too many ex-servicemen to fill them. And most of them weren't full of shrapnel either. It wasn't long before you were down on your luck. And you would have stayed there too, if it hadn't been for old George Haverstock.

-	It ~~wasn't until~~ that ~~blonde broad stepped into your office~~ that you ~~started second-guessing yourself~~.	+	You take another puff of your cigarette. It was simply good luck that you ran across George that afternoon at the bar. He offered you a post at his P.I. firm, simply for old times sake. You took him up on his offer and before long you'd found out you were actually good at it.

		+	It wasn't all Holmesian business. That was more George's line of work. You usually got the low jobs. The insurance frauds. The thieving employees. But at least it paid. Soon you were a partner at the firm, with a black sign painted on your door and a little office to go with it.
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		+	It was in this office that you were sitting, smoking, when the blonde dame stepped in.


	[[The Blonde]]		[[The Blonde]]
	[[Category:Noir Detective]]		[[Category:Noir Detective]]

Platypus at 19:15, 23 April 2012

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Your days amongst the Army Rangers in Normandy bred a steel resolve in both your nerves and your mind. When you returned to the states after the war, you couldn't seem to settle into a single job for longer than a few days. After all the men you saw killed or were killed at the pull of your own trigger, it was difficult to listen to some hack tell you what to do and when to do it. You started drinking pretty heavily to cope with the rough dreams and tougher memories, and that didn't help either.

Before long, a friend offered you a spot in his private investigations firm. He was an old war buddy and a decent guy who was trying to give you a fair break. You took him up on that offer, and though the cases were usually boring insurance fraud or cheating spouse types, you found you had a real knack for seeing them through.

You were promoted to full parter in 1948, got your own office, and a nice little hike in pay. You started weaing double breasted suits and expensive fedoras, cut back a bit on the drinking, and found a bit of peace in helping others solve their problems. The recompense didn't hurt either, as your rate was always high enough to keep you going.

It wasn't until that blonde broad stepped into your office that you started second-guessing yourself.

[[The Blonde]]