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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 13, 2009 15:44:52 GMT -5
"Hurry up! He'll be here any minute!" Shouted the manager to his workers. One person was bold enough to ask "Who's coming?" Everyone paused and looked at the person who asked that, then at the manager who walked up to them. "He is a very important and masterous detective... over the past ten years, he's tackled the most difficult cases and has solved every one of them... he's never been wrong... yet. Each one took less than a year for him to solve, each one would have taken any other detective over five years to solve! Today, this coffee shop will be serving the very best... and he is, indeed the very best..." The manager said. One girl said "Wow, he must be a really old guy..." "Not hardly..." said the manager.
But before he could finish his sentence, there was a thunderous roar like a monsterous hemi engine. A Fire engine red with orange hue BMW sports car pulled into the driveway. "Oh my god, he's here!" The manager yelped, sounding like an over-hyped fangirl. "Everyone, into your places!" He shouted as the door to the BMW opened, at first, all you could see from above the car door was a wildly unkept mass of black hair, and below the car door was just blue jean legs with bare feet just beneath the ankle-line. Out of the car, along with the person jumped a, rather large for it's breed, german Shepherd police dog. Standing at between the 5'11 man's knees and waist. Then the door closed and you could see more of him, a plain white long-sleeved shirt, handsome features to his face from what you could see beyond the somewhat clouded glass windows. And he began walking toward the building, stepping into the door, through which he walked gracefully, nary making a sound.
Everyone stared at him. He rotated his shoulders, and stretched his arms over his head. Now you could seehis eyes, deep, black, almost soulless abyss-like orbs. The dark lines under his eyes suggested that he was either always on drugs, or else rarely slept. He looked around calmly, showing nary the slightest emotion to the practically swooning girls, and he walked forward, his Canine compadre following close beside him.
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Mar 13, 2009 22:10:36 GMT -5
Katilyn strode in confidently, looking in disgust at the number of swooning girls. Compared to them, you could tell she was around horses a lot. She had lightly dusted jeans on, with a very pale yellow t-shirt that read "I'd rather be mucking stalls than be here." Her hoodie was zipped up, and she huddled inside of it.
Her two collies padded along at her heels obediently, but stopped and barked tentatively at a huge German Shepherd dog, who stood by a rather large man. This was the person all the girls, and a few men, were swooning at or scrambling to do things for. Kat raised her eyebrows critically, and pulled her messy hair into a pony-tail and dusted herself, making herself half presentable.
Her dogs crouched beside her, ears back and lips curled slightly, showing the nervousness that Kat felt. She walked towards the man, and wiped her hand on her jeans. Presenting her hand to him for a handshake, she said loudly,
"Hey, I'm Katilyn. You new 'round here?"
People ogled at her, and she was confused. Why was this guy so important?
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 13, 2009 22:21:35 GMT -5
Z, the man, stared at her for a moment. One eyebrow raised in the slightest of interests. "Indeed..." he said in his soft, yet deep and manly, voice. His black eyes stared at her hand. Then he glanced up at her, he kept his eyes focused with hers. The black of his eyes were nearly soulless, virtually emotionless, and rather intimidating. He looked different than ordinary people, almost unique. He tilted his head slightly as he watched her calmly.
The German shepherd watched the two collies. Sitting obediently at Z's feet, puffing his chest out only slightly and tilted his ears only -slightly- back. Truth be told though, the dog was nowhere -near- as important as the man he stood beside.
The manager watched the two with intrigued fascination, almost as though surprised that -anyone- would dare to approach Z.
As though out of rogue kindness, Z, actually, smiled. "I am Z..." He said in his soft-yet-deep-and-manly voice.
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Post by Forte! on Mar 15, 2009 10:23:47 GMT -5
Stella's upper lip curled slightly as she watched the proceedings with a dark glint in her eye. Honestly, she didn't understand what the hype was all about. The steam from her chai rose steadily across her face, dispersing as soon as the door was open and this apparently 'famous' detective entered. So he was good. So what? A lot of people were good at what they did. She was good at what she did, for goodness' sakes. 'The best' was a matter of opinion. And from what she knew, this was just some little boy who thought that the world was stuck in his pocket.
Disgust laced her lip and the top of her nose as she stared at the man and the dog. She watched with distaste as some random prig came up and offered her kindness. The man wouldn't even shake her hand! Stella herself found this rude, and she was not exactly a flower of kindness when you got down to it. She picked up her paper cup, ignoring the heat that bit at her palm, and readied herself to leave. But the crowd was far too thick for that. She would simply have to bear witness to this mindless idiocy.
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 15, 2009 10:42:17 GMT -5
Ziggy breathed deeply as he brushed his onyx black hair out of his eyes. He then smiled slightly at the crowd forming around him. He looked over at Stella and raised an eyebrow in intrigue that she, of all the lovely ladies here, would not approach him. And he could not help but wonder... why? Why didn't she try to touch him or at least get an autograph or something? Truly, this was a girl more to his taste, then again, she didn't seem very happy that all the attention was on him and not her. He sighed softly, looking back at the crowd. The reason he wouldn't shake the girls hand, was because he had seen her wipe it on her jeans, and realized exactly how many germs must be riding on her hands all the time. He was a germaphobe, true. Very, very true. How odd, really, that the girl, who he didn't know, the Stella one, would not come near him, whereas so many other girls were swooning and fawning over him.
He of course, realized all these desperate girls, must only be after him for one of two things: his wealth or his looks, he didn't like girls like that. And the fact that Stella did not like him for either of those traits, was both overwhelming, and truly exciting, finally, a challenge. But he kept his eyes off her and kept answering questions and smiling at the crowd. One girl asked "Will you marry me?" And he chuckled and said softly "I'll add you to my 'possibility' books..." He had a clearly English, or else Italian, accent, though there was some french in there as well, not much, but a little. He must have spent some time in either England or Italy to have such a fluent accent.
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Post by Forte! on Mar 15, 2009 11:51:35 GMT -5
At a curious glance from this 'Z', Stella sneered and looked away. His attentions were clearly not wanted, and he plainly had enough to deal with already. A steely look had entered her eyes, and she really wasn't in the mood to be in this place, crowded with noise and swooning girls. She took a sip of her bitter beverage and swished it around in her mouth for a moment, the sharp edge clearing her head but not making her any less annoyed. She swallowed, feeling the bitter tang chasing its own tail around her throat. She turned her steely gaze back to the crowd, listening in a bored manner as Z answered the various questions. She couldn't help but snicker at his statement in response to the rude girl, the corner of her mouth twitching and barely hiding an amused grin. So, this lifeless, 'cool kid' really did have a sense of humor, after all.
Interest piqued, Stella decided to stay and see what happened. After all, she was fairly curious as to why a detective was in this small town full of horse people anyway. Crime was a rare thing in such a sleepy place, and she surely hadn't heard of anything particularly menacing occurring. He had shown his face in a public place in a very flashy style, as well, so he couldn't be looking for respite from situations similar to this one. So what was he doing here? Showing off, probably. Stella was hardly interested in that. With another sip of her tea, she resolved to stick around until she figured him out, at least, even though she did want to get out of the crowd. She wasn't one to associated with this sort of swooning madcap, and she didn't want to be labeled among them, or, worse, included in their group.
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 15, 2009 12:16:25 GMT -5
Z smiled at all the girls, shoving his hands into his deep pockets and said softly, "Ah, excuse me, I'm only in town for a month or two, vacationing from the big city... but, please, by all means, feel free to ask more questions..." He said in his soft-yet-deep-and-manly, and either Italian or English, voice. One girl was bold enough to ask "Did you ever kill anyone...?" She asked, eyeing something hanging off his waist. a colt 45, "huh? Oh, this?" He asked pulling it out and twirling it in his fingers. "That's just for show and to scare off hooligans..." he said with a slight chuckle. Another girl asked him "What kinds of motorcycles do you prefer? Harleys, or Choppers?" she asked after looking out the window and noticing the motorcycle he had in a type of trailer hitched to the back of the sports car. "Harleys, definitely..." Z said, nodding.
Z actually seemed to be rather, friendly. He grinned slightly as one girl stood on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek. Which, he closed the eye on the same side of his face as that cheek. Well, you had to admit, that was, sort of, cute...
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Mar 15, 2009 13:30:40 GMT -5
Katilyn 's jaw dropped in amazement. This man thought he was so 'cool' that would refuse to shake her hand. Glaring at him, she stepped back slightly, even though her collies were still sniffing around the German Shepherd curiously.
"Come on. Obviously we're not important enough." She snapped, muttering fiercely under her breath. She stalked away and ordered a tall hot chocolate, flopping down into a booth.
As she sat there, Kat kept casting wistful glances in the direction of the 'Z'. She saw that a woman was watching him with just as much disgust, if not more, as Katilyn. The collies noticed the way she was glancing, and slunk away from their master to investigate. When they reached the other woman, Razzle jumped up, her tail wagging furiously.
Giving a low whistle, she called for her dogs back. Lady ran back happily, but Razzle looked back hesitantly and then raced into the crowd. Raising up onto her hind legs, she placed her front legs on his legs, licking his hands excitedly.
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 15, 2009 13:43:44 GMT -5
Z chuckled when a girl cracked a joke and a little boy walked up to him, asking "Hey, Z, can we take a picture with you?" Z looked at him, then smiled, "Sure, kiddo..." he said, kneeling down and hoisting him up to balance him on his side as he stood up again. The mom smiled and said "Zach, you're a riot..." to the little boy and took out a camera.
"Nice big smile, kiddo, together you and I raid the front page of this town's newspaper..." Z said with a smile, the boy wrapped his arms around Z's neck and Z smiled toward to camera as the flash went off. He then chuckled, setting the boy down.
The German Shepherd, Jerry Lee, looked toward Razzle, tilting his head as he wondered what she was doing. He then looked back up at his master and then at the boy, who reached out to pet the German Shepherd, who accepted the stroking.
Z smiled down at his dog. And then looked back at the crowd, then noticed the collie. "Hey, there, girl..." he said, reaching his hand out to stroke the collie, that's when the collie licked his hands, and he yelped, backing away, then pulled out some anti-bacterial hand wipes, scrubbing his hands with them vigorously.
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Post by k y e e - the awesomest on Mar 15, 2009 14:01:40 GMT -5
Katilyn jumped when she heard a distressed yelp from the crowd. She rolled her eyes, guessing Razzle had probably caused some sort of trouble. Staying where she was, she kept sipping her drink.
Finally stood up and lazily walked over, a smirk on her face. Razzle was staring at The 'Z', confused at his reaction. Kat quickened her pace, grabbing Razzle's collar.
Z was wiping his hands, looking frightened. "What's wrong...?" Kat asked hesitantly. "Did she bite you?" Kat glared at Razzle, but the dog just wagged her tail happily and licked her owner's hand.
Katilyn suddenly burst out laughing as she noticed that he was wiping his hands on a wipe. He didn't hurt himself, he was freaking out because of the dog. Razzle did have a tendency to lick, and that must have been what had freaked 'Z' out. Realization hit her. He must have not shook her hand because she was quite grubby looking from the horses.
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 15, 2009 14:12:06 GMT -5
Z muttered to himself, low, undistinguishable curses as he checked his hands repetitively, and kept scrubbing if needed. Finally, calmed after a moment, he stuffed the hand wipe back into his little 'pack' on his waist and sighed, finally calm. "She didn't bite me..." he muttered. "And, sorry for that whole incident... I'm.. a uh... germaphobe..." he muttered, checking his hands once more, then shoving them into his pockets. He then shook his head, going back to his 'cool and calm' state. "Anyway, umm, since I'm going to be staying here for a couple of months, does anyone know any good hotels or anything they can recommend?" he paused and addded "One that isn't very... germy?" he said, nervously as he looked around. Nobody said anything, everyone was still surprised at his outburst earlier. "Or does anyone have a spare room or anything I could stay in for the next couple of months?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair.
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Post by FalconX on Mar 15, 2009 15:44:53 GMT -5
Roxanne
Roxy smiled as she walked down the rather empty looking street, her hand was latched firmly around the end of a black leather leash that connected her to a rather large Doberman. If you looked at the pair it was quite comical, Roxy wasn't to tall, around average really, and this large doberman was almost pulling her along. Yet she did retain a measure of control. It was quite obvious the dog was still in training. Roxy had just gotten the canine, Rage he was called, from the pound. Today, was their first 'outing'. Just to see how he handled all the new sights and sounds away from Coal to Fire Acres.
Her hazel eyes landed on the coffee shop, seeing as this was a small town, and one focused around animals, dogs were allowed in places like the coffee shop. She managed to get the large canine to stop, and then walk into the coffee shop in an almost orderly manner. The noise that met them in the small establishment was actually surprising. Like stated previously, the town wasn't very big. Briefly, she wondered what all the commotion was about. Unfortunately, she didn't get much time to wonder, Rage took a sudden interest in a plate of donuts being carried by.
A sharp pull on her right hand caused the leash to be released. Her eyes widened in horror, and she quickly started running after the large dog. Rage seemed very intent on getting the sugary treats, and leaped after the waitress. Lunging her managed to knock it out of her hands without making her trip, the plate fell with a clatter in front of a man with a mass of black hair, who seemed to be the center of the commotion. Several donuts lay scattered around and the sugary powder also coated areas of the floor, including part of the man's jeans. Roxy skidded to a stop not far away. Her eyes widened in dismay. "I'm so sorry, I didn't think he would. His training isn't complete, but I thought he knew better. I really can't believe he did that. I truly am sorry." Her babbled words weren't really directed to anyone in particular, more like, everyone present. She glanced down at the offending dog, he lay down quickly gobbling what remained of the donuts.
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 15, 2009 15:55:14 GMT -5
Z immediately jumped back from the plate of doughnuts, he tilted his head as he looked down at the dobverman and chuckled slightly. "A mighty fine waste of perfectly good sugar..." he said, smiling slightly. Then the girl appeared {Hello, beautiful...} he immediately thought, then shook his head, then chuckled again. "It's quite alright... as long as no..." he shuddered "Germs were involved..." He then shook his head. "Anyway, who might you be?" He asked, sliding his hands back out of his pockets and let them kind of hang at his sides, but slightly curled, somewhat like velociraptor forepaws, only more at his sides than in front of him. And, if you only -just- noticed, shame on you, but, he was -slightly- hunch-backed, just leaning forward enough his back bent slightly, And at 5'11 you had to do that quite often to get eye level with shorter people, he had gotten used to it after a while and ever since had remained with this posture. He smiled at her, his head tilted slightly in a way that would remind you of a cute little puppy. Obvious he had taken a liking to her.
Jerry Lee watched the Doberman cautiously, being careful to not approach unless the need was necessary.
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Post by FalconX on Mar 15, 2009 16:10:55 GMT -5
Roxanne
Roxy's coffee colored brown hair slid down and covered on side of her face, she let out a relieved sigh as the guy chuckled and seemed to be fine with what had happened. She glanced around happy that everyone didn't seem mad at her, she hated when someone was frustrated with her. A bright gleam appeared in her eyes and her usual happy grin appeared on her face. Bending down she took the dog, giving him a firm no, and taking away a piece of donut he hadn't consumed yet. Rage's ears went down and he gave her a reproachful look, obviously not happy at not being allowed to finish 'his' food. "I'm sure Rage would beg to disagree, he believes anything edible should belong to him." She grinned up at the guy as she cleaned some of the stuff with one of the shop's employees. It was her dogs fault there was a mess on the floor.
She cocked an eyebrow as he shuddered at the mention of germs. If he was was so worried about germs what was he doing in an animal focused town? The entire thing was kind of comical. Laughter shown in her chocolate brown eyes, and she stood up straight, having to tilt her head slightly to look at the guy. "Roxy McRae, I own the ranch Coal to Fire Acres." She glanced towards his, smiling as the german shepherd eyes the Doberman. Roxy looked back up, "So you know my name, what's yours?" She smiled, and walked to the coffee shops counter and quickly ordered a drink, then turned her attention back to the guy.
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Post by I Am Agent Z on Mar 15, 2009 16:20:36 GMT -5
Z thought for a quick second, debating on weather to give her his real name or codename. He then chuckled again, deciding on an old nickname of his. "You can call me Zig-Zag... or Zig-Zag-Ziggy... whichever you prefer..." He said with a smile and a shrug. He chukled again "Oh... you own a farm, or...?" he tilted his head to the side a little more. People around him were mutering. Things like why'd he give her that name rather than Z? and other such gossip and questions hovered in the air above their heads, Z didn't care though. He was used to gossip, rumors and such, some such things actually helped him solve the more difficult cases. He watched her quietly, waiting for her answer as he glanced down at his German Shepherd who continued to eye the Doberman nervously. Poor police dog hadn't seen such a large fellow dog since he last looked in a mirror.
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