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Few minutes later he stops at the brown building of the coffee shop, and hops out, patting his hair down when Carlo walks out of the shop. “Oh! You came, I didn't think you would really come” He said. “I almost wasn't able to make it.. A lot of things happened today.” Francis replies as Carlo begins to walk down the sidewalk. “Oh really? What's your job? Wait, let me guess… Reporter?” Carlo says as Francis begins to laugh. “What?! Am I wrong? Ok, let me try again, Officer? Actor? Radio talker?” Carlo tries to guess as Francis wheezes with laughter. “Then what?” “ehehe… No, Detetive. A new one but still, today i got my frist real case, and even though i got the head of the detective precinct, i got to do this alone, gotta get the proof its a murder before they claim it as a sucide case. And like Mardolo is a jerk, I don't know how he's the head detective. I think it may be the daughter of the dead man, or his Co-worker, altho the daughter got short nails and…. I'm talking too much… sorry” Francis says after releasing his words like a fire hose. “Oh no, it's ok. I'm a listener. But please do describe the case, i'm no detective but i have a knack to look at the bigger picture.” Carlo smiles. So that evening Francis tells Carlo everything about the case, after an hour or so. “Ah look at the time, i really would like to stay, but i have a mother to look after. Why don't you come visit me tomorrow?” Carlo asks after they had walked in silence for a few minutes. “Oh ya of course. Would think of trying to go to another” Francis replies with a smile. “But like I have to walk all the way back to the coffee shop, my car is there. But it's such a long walk” He winces looking back from where they were walking. “You could take the bus, I'm pretty sure there's a bus stop near the coffee shop.” Carlo Says. “oh really? Thanks, I'll just wait for a bus then” Francis replies. “Well… By Francis, See you tomorrow, keep safe” Carlo says walking backwards with a wave. Francis waves bye back and turns around to the road, with a wide smile.Chapter 3
The Next Day standing in front of the J & H Printing, was Francis. He walks inside the building with a coffee cup in hand. He sighs dreamily, thinking of Carlo, then shakes his head and gets back to reality. “Excuse me, uh, I'm here to see Hank Smith.” Frances asks the front desk. “Do state your business with him,” The woman replied. “Uh, Questioning? For a case.” Francies replies, holding out his badge in his other hand. The woman nods and grabs and phone in rolls down Hank’s office phone number. After a few seconds, she nods and turns to francis. “He’ll see you now.” Francis nods and walks to the elevator, and rode it to the 5th floor and walks down the hallway, where he stood in front of Hank’s office. He knocks on the door and it opens with Hank's fake smile. “Good day to you Mr. Francis.” “No please, Francis Mangus.” Francis replies “No need for the Mr. part” Hank nods respecting Francis wishes. “Well come on in, I heard you wanted to ask about the death of James?” He says. His tone dropped to
sorrow. Francis nods and enters the office and sits on a chair across from Hank's desk. Hank sat down and nodded for Francis to start asking. “So, Do you know how someone could have done it? Anything could help.” Hank thinks “well, I dont think it's Beatrice, you see James never thought women could do anything more then clean and cook. But he still treated her well, but she is such a sweet woman, I just can't think of her doing such a crime.” Francis nods. “Do you know where she was on friday?” “Well, most of her time no, but I do remember her coming around 6 to 8 to pick up stuff from James' desk. But that's it.” Hanks thinks. “What about his daughter? Alena.” Francis asks. “Well, she wasn't with her mother, that's for sure. I remember Alena telling me she was upset all Friday for she found out that the-” loud crashing was heard from outside the door. They both stand up and look out the door. “I my gods! I'm so sorry!” Alena was on the floor with paper and boxes on the floor, he puts her face in hands “I was carrying the boxes and the papers, mom had brought this home of friday, and no since dad is gone, no ones going to do it so we was just, going to return this for mother, she been quite and barely doing anything since yesterday.” She says. “I Do admit I was listening, but seriously, how quiet are guys?!” She stares at them. Francis sighs “Little question. Where were you on friday?” “Oh, I was with my friends, tea. Don't believe me? Just as Marbell Ambers. She lives on Kingston Street, 5096. I was with her till 9. All day.” Francis nods “ok thank you” he shuts the door and pulls Hank close “ Did you. Or did you not say that Alena was crying at home all friday?” Hank nods. “Y- ya why?” “But she was with her friend? I need you to call that address.” Francis said, and began to prance around like he normally does when he finds something. “Okay.” He rushes to the phone catching on the thought Francis was on. “Hello? Operator? Yes, could I get The Amber House? On Kingston street, 5096? Mhm. Yes. uh… ah hello! Is this the Amber family? Ah ok, I got to ask was Alena Yarnold at your house On friday? Oh, yes?” Franics heart drops for a second. “Oh ok, thank you. Have a great day ma’am.” Hank drops the phone. Francis sighs. “Well Francis Mangus. I Think we found who did it.” Francis Tilts his head. “What do you mean?” “She was there alright, but up till 5, when they went out for a salon. Marbell Mother had said that Marbell and Alena did not return till 8, a bit long for a visit to a salon.” Francis began to smile so wide, his grin could have been longer than a football field.After telling Hank he’ll be off, but to not call the cops yet. He had told Carlo the whole thing, even though Carlo trusted Francis, he still felt uneasy. Now Francis stood in front of the greenhouse that the Yarnold family owned, after being told by Alena’s Mother that she was in there.He pushed the door open and walked with his fist curling up. “I Know what you did” Francis said to Alena, who was leaning over a flowerbed, she laughed softly. She brushes the dirt off her skirt. She turned around. “Oh and what's that.” she said in a tone, knowing that Francis knew, but she was really just playing with him. “You killed your father and that old man. Why?” “Ohh… you see
my father” she taps a flower “Thinks women can't amount to anything. So why.. Give her daughter, your only Child..” She grabs a flower and rips the petals apart. “When you could give it to your nephew. Someone you didn't know existed until a week ago.” “But why the old man?” Francis asks, nearing his hand to the gun inside his jacket. “Oh him? I didn't mean for him to die, just was… in the way.`` She smiles, weirdly enough puts her hand in a potted plant. “Well now I guess I have to take Hank and you out of the equation.” Her hand comes and then- Bang! A Bullet from Alena’s gun came whistling to Francis, who put his hand in front of the bullet. He screams in pain as his hand goes through his hand and hits his chest. He drops down gasping. Thankfully, most of the momentum of the bullet left when it went through his hand, and only left a burning hot pain on his chest. She laughed and began to walk outside the greenhouse when she shrieked. Francis turns his head, his vision going blurry, when he then realizes, it wasn't. That was Carlo there before him. “ Stupid Stupid Stupid Francis! You could have died!” Carlo cradles Francis. “How? How did you know?” Francis stutters. “I Felt something was off. So I called the detective buddies, and the cops. They didn't trust me at first but they came and now I got the proof that I was right. Now stay here, I am going to get someone for that hand.” Carlo Shudders at the sight of blood. Then Carlo got up and rushed out the glass doors and a few minutes later, he came back in with a paramedic following behind.
Francis now sat on the second floor of Thames River Coffee, waiting. He looked at his hand, it was still bandaged after 3 months. “Just Because you got some new scars, does not make you any more ugly. To be honest, it just makes a man more handsome” Carlo says, sitting down next to Francis. “So where's the food?” Francis wines “Calm down Food Monster, I Don't know what you love more, Me, or my food.” Carlo Sighs overdramatically. “Ah, But im Your food Monster.” Francis cuddles with Carlo. Londen tonight, will be sleeping peacefully again.
END OF STORY 1
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Apparence :https://picrew.me/image_maker/1399436...
past : he's the funny guy who always seems happy and smiling. But everything is fake. He has a really hard life. His father left his mother when he was a kid, giving her no money. His mother is an alcoholic. He has to do everything at home and takes care of her.
How is he introduce ?
Bridget ran into him when she was late for class. He smiled at her when she was apologising and told her that it was nothing. He helped her get up.
purpose : ??
Omg tysm Clem this is just what I needed!!! You are a lifesaver <333
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Ya, i already explained that i did that crappy-ly, prob cuz it was for a school assignment, and was for mystery
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What do people think crystals are? THESE ARE STONES. NOT TUMBLES OR GEODES! AGH
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I love how random thoughts dont do random thoughts.. its more like, Random Convos XD
Clémentine (Sirius' version)♡➷ wrote: "I totally agree eilonwy lmaoo but I think that for people, stones are like grey and ugly ??"Not all stones are ugly, i have two that seem boring bit i think they are cool
how do i make a scene longer in my chapter??
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like in my novel im afraid too many scenes are happening for just one chapter and its going too fast, I want to make it a bit slower and have less scenes per chapter...
You could try and have a short first chapter to get people hooked and do a slight time skip on the next? I can't write very well, that's my sisters thing :)
Just speed watched Eragon... The Percy Jackson Movies did it better.. AND THATS SAYING SOMTHING!
My relationship status: in the process gf breaking up with someone (」ﾟヘﾟ)」
Violet wrote: "I blinked and I got over 20 notifications (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻"same
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Elayna wrote: "the other ariana grande lyric of "pain is just a consequence of love" IS SOOO GOOD"so is that why i got a door slammed on my finger?🥺 I was loving the door too much?
that was 8 years ago XDStill have the scar
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Bah XDBut i have an even more stupid scar :P
Its a scar on my bottom lip, and its from a Hot Wheels batmobile running into my face by my sister.
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It didn't.. cuz i was like 3-4? i dont remember it, my sister told me was happened.. but jokes on her, a few years later she got a rope burn on her neck and a wood smacked into his nose. from a mini tornado
She also is at fault for letting me drop from the top of a bunkbed(so was my brother too, but whos cares about him)
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* James’s Killer: ?*
Long nailed
Will? Plans?
Alena Nails Short
Hank’s and Breatrice Beatrice’s Nails long
Old Man saw something
He then grabs his pocket watch and looks at the time, 3:48. “Carlo!” he hops out and turns on the engine starter, when he then crawls back in and starts driving on the road