Keatsy and Dollface Kazza

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"OK, lets move!" shouted Jack, startling everyone else in the
medibay, and they all ran out of the door, toward the lift, other
than keats, who ran the other way toward the other lift, on their way
past they thanked the tree for a great performance, who bowed twice.
"We should send someone to help
them..." he started when a loud alarm started to sound. "RED ALERT!
MINIMUM AIR LEVELS REACHED!" Holly blared out across the ship, and
the the trio's door to salvation started to close...
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When: somewhere between those two...
Who: The one, The only.. Keats (VOTE KEATS!)
Where: buggerd if I know!
'ok... so.. i gotta get in behind Jay.. gotta spray beer, kill bug...
right...' Keats began to slow.
'Ohhh Shit....' He realised that he was completey and utterly
smegging lost. He stopped, and looked around him, hoping the walls
would give him some help. He was somewhere in the crew compartments,
and needed to get to the... the... where did he have to go again.
'Stupid brain...' thougt Keats.. he tried to recall Jacks random
words, a mixture of Ointment and 'Quicky' got him going but played
cripple mr onion with his grey matter...
'Ok... right... the meeting..yeah...' Keats brow wrinkled in effort...
<the meeting, accouriding to Keats....>
It was a windy night in Detroit... Rain fell like pellets against the
window Of 'Keats and Co.' Private Investigators.. Jack burst in, his
coat dripping with the Evening rain. He lit up a ciggarette, and
throug the corner of his mouth, announced to the Office in his slimy
1940s accent...
'Ok.. Jay the Bugs in town.. ive seen to a few snitches and theyve
given me the Wax... they dunno were hes at but i will soon'
The phone rang, Jack and Keats picked it up simultaniously..
'He downs the Old warehouse district. Theres some hot stuff down
there, so dont be a fool, this guys dangerous, a real razmitaz!'
The phone was put down, and Jack tossed away the cigarette, and
pulled on his trench coat again.
'Keatsy, im gonna be packing a shank for this one, you grab the heat,
we need youse down to the Docks soon, but stay hidden... We need you
to sneak around behind him... gottit?' Keats nodded, it was strange
how Jack was taking command of 'Keats an Co.' specially since he was
still green to the operation...
'Im gonna be headin to meet him straight on, Danters grabbing a
shooter, i got the sticker, we should be ok, people, you know what to
do..' He majestically ran out, Danters in trail...
<The scene ends>
Keats sat there for a while...
'But.. that didnt explain anything....' He looked around.. he was in
a back street housing area, the Devils Kitchen of Detroit. In his
arms was a Tommy Gun, he felt comforatble with it, in his pinstripe
suit. He pulled his hat down lower over his eyes and continued to the
docks. Via the Old warehouse district of course..
He crept along the street, the Buzz of electric lamplight was his
only comfort. He knew he could hear someone...
He his back into the shadows.. a door was open just along the street,
he could hear movement... He waited, nothing could be heard... He
crept slowly towards the light. He was right up aganst the wall
now... He peered around...
Dollface Kazza was sitting down mindlessly, a large pair of cheap
singlasses on her, blonde hair and a head scarf, making her look most
like a famous movie star not unlike Marralin Monroe trying to be
discrete. He rushed in and threw the Sunglasses on the floor...
<Reality check 1!!>
Kara was just getting into Better than Life. A few more men and alot
more Beer was all she needed, when suddenly, The T.I.R game unit was
thrown off her head..
'What the F... Keats?' She shouted, confused in why Keats was
standing, obviously in a hurry, over her, out of breath and clutching
The Gun (TM) like it was a new born child...
'Hey Dollface, Your door was open, and yous was wearing those
things... i nevers seen you in them before.. they looked dangerous..'
Kara looked at Keats, deciding on how to disembowel him firstly from
pulling her out of paradise, secondl, destroying the unit and thirdly
for calling her dollface.. she smelt booze on him...
'ahh, i see your the worst for Drink Keats...'
<Keats Crazy Gangster Detroit 1940s reality>
'Whats youse doings Keatsy? aint seen yous for ages...' Dollface
Kazza replied in a high pitched squeaky annoying voice that all 1940s
anster broads had. She was chewing on some gum at present, like she
always chewed on gum... infact, it seemed to keats... that she ONLY
ever chewed on gum....
'Hey Dollface, Your door was open, and yous was wearing those
things... i nevers seen you in them before.. they looked dangerous..'
Dollface looked at him for a while, and then smiled permiscuously...
'You been down the watering hole Keatsy, i can smell it all over
youse' She gave him an oddly sexy side galnce.
'You promised me you would quit, she pulled him in close...'
<Reality check 2!>
Kara Grabbed Keats and picked him clearly off the floor.. He had made
a pass at her. A DANGEROUS mistake....
<Keats Mind!>
'I'd Love to stay and... keep you company, but i got business to
attned to' Keats replied, eyes full of warmth. Kazza pushed him back.
Qutie painfully.. for a girl
<Relaity Check Three>
Kara punched Keats square in the chest, throwing him back.
She turned around... 'Business you say'?
<Final Dleve to Keats ID>
'Whats a big boy like you doing on a night like this...'
Keats smiled, and replied
'Bugsies back in town.. Jacks gone with Danters and is gonna face him
down at the Docks, im going in for support work... You.. ah, wanna
come, we could... warm up afterwards...' Keats winked, this obviously
did the trick, as Dollface Kazza grabbed him and sprinted off
towardfs the docks...
<Tag, Kara, go for it! gonna dive you right into the story, mebbe itl
help your writers block eh?>
OOC- Hey if you use keats, try and keep in mind thats he thinks hes a
1940s P.I., tommy gun in hand etc. Go on, itl be a larf!