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The Murder of the Boxer
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Jan-20-2009 12:15

((In case you missed the other threads, check out: The USS Sleuthetania, the any location place ;), and The Expecting Miss Violet Parr.))

Ah, France. Not just France, but Paris, France.

Scarlett, Clift, Ace, and Vivienne decided to cut their wonderful trip to New York short. They had lost Violet, but they were to meet her when they got into Paris.

Clift picked up a newspaper. "MURDER IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT!" was emblazoned across the top of the page. Clift red it for a few moments as Ace chattered with Scarlett and Vivienne. They waited for Violet outside of a little cafe, knowing they'd be waiting for a while.

"Wow!" Clift interrupted his friends, "Guess who's dead?"
"Who?" Scarlett jumped.
"Joey Bane."
"Bane is dead?" Ace inquired.
"Apparently he murdered a man and was shot down by police."
"Who was the man?" Vivvy asked.
"I don't know. It doesn't go into it."
"What happened?" Scarlett asked.
"Foot pursuit on the docks. They shot him and he went over the rail into the ocean. They didn't find the body for several hours."

Just then, Violet's cab pulled up. The group hadn't yet reserved a table, so they grabbed one now.

"Remember, Ace." Scarlett asked, "No ketchup!"
"Ha ha ha." Ace mocked, "And no soda! Especially not in Italy."
"We are in France, not the boot of Europe." Violet spoke up from behind.
"Hey, Violetta!" Ace teased.
"Hey, Tonail." Everyone laughed at the comeback.


Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 08:34

“RELAX! REVIGORATE AND RECOMPOSE!” the man yelled back at him raising his hands into a praising gesture. He turned around and seemed to walk away, then suddenly turned back with a finger pointed at Bane, almost poking him in the eye. “REPENT!” Joey was startled by his move, ducking his hand. His fighter instincts came in charge as he grabbed the man by the shoulders and threw him on a nearby couch. “Damn addicts” grumbled him in disgust. The man crouched on the sofa stringing his hands near his body, whispering thin: “I’m a mouse…I’m just a little white mouse…”

Bane started to make his way through the crowd looking like a bunch of zombies, carefully trying to avoid stepping on the ones who started the night a little sooner. At some point his attention was drawn towards a small Chinese man crouching somewhere between two chairs, knees to the chin and slowly swinging back and forth. He stepped a little closer to hear the man’s mumble: “Tewwegwams, tewwegwams, tewwegwams fwom Bawwy Gwant case…tewwegwams fwom Mw. Cwift Gawwet…tewwegwams…so many tewwegwams…have to delivew tewwegwams…no mowe tewwegwams, pwease…no mowe…”

Joey moved ahead mumbling for himself: “Damn…these things can really mess up one’s mind.” He stopped on his tracks upon noticing Yoyo in a booth, somewhere in the back.

Abdur Rahman Ahmad
Abdur Rahman Ahmad

Feb-1-2009 08:45

*the time Mr. Bane was relaxing*
Abdur Rahman, after thinking for sometime remembers who Yoyofoshow is. He knows about the adventurous mind of Mr. Yoyofoshow.
After joining all the clues, he reviews them.
Mr. Yoyofoshow is having some info regarding a case in the past. Mr. Bane was asked to get that information. Some criminals are also after the same information. Mr. Yoyofoshow is now underground. Mr. Bane just wants to clear his name. And now, what do I want to do?
He thought about the last thing for sometime, then he realized he could help Mr. Yoyofoshow and Mr. Bane by finding the notorious underground criminals.
As he put on his beret, someone knocked.
*Opens the door*
"Yousuf! Is that you?" he says as he looks at the old man holding a cane
"Nice guess! Or you might have known it from my cane. Anyways, I need to take a bath quick. I feel kinda dirty." replies Yousuf
"Alright, I'm leaving to find out the man who reported the police against Mr. Bane." Abdur Rahman says
"Looks like a deep case to me. I'm surprised you didn't ask why was I dressed like this." asks Yousuf
"You were attacked by those guys. You hid under the garbage drum. Later, when you felt you were being followed, you disguised yourself as a beggar." says Abdur Rahman
"Nice deduction! I would say you read the clues sticking one me." says Yousuf
"Yeah, after all, I'm your student." says Abdur Rahman
"Well, I got to go inside and you got to go outside." says Yousuf
And both depart

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 09:00

*back in the opium parlor*

Joey had almost burst in laughter while looking at the picture that booth was presenting. Yoyo was sitting straight up, both hands on the table, one of them holding tight an opium pipe. Between his hands there was a glass, which by its color seemed to be filled with absinth. His eyes were closed, his hat pushed over on his forehead and he was swinging slowly back and forth. He looked like he was sleeping on his arse.

Across the table, in the same booth was a woman, or at least…what seemed to be a woman who appeared to have passed out face down into a plate of food. “Darn!” Joey said “it’s good these French serve their food so you have to ‘detect’ it in the plate. If this was Italy she would’ve suffocated fast.” He made his way towards the table. “Ok…let’s see if this guy has any lamp still blinking in his head.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 10:25

[Author's note:

I'm positive I'm not the first one to say this, but this message board could've REALLY used an EDIT function.]

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 12:38

Bane leaned a little to be closer to Yoyo’s ear and then applied a strong hit on table with his palm: “Yo, sleeping beauty, rise and shine!” Yoyo’s head bounced a bit as he woke up and pointed his eyes at Bane. “Ummm…eww what? Who are you?”

“You know…this French booze is renowned for getting people blind, mate. Who’s this broad?”…Joey asked pointing at the woman.

“What…” Yoyo looked as if he was still talking in his dream. “This?...I…don’t have a clue…What do you want with me?...Can’t you see…I’m busy?...Go away!” His voice was getting softer as he seemed to be on his way to fall asleep again.

“Yo, stay with me, mate!” Bane shook him hard. “My name is Joey Bane. I have important matters to talk to you about.”

“Bane…I remember…today…the paper…you’re a boxer, huh?” A large smile then appeared on Yoyo’s face. “How’ you doin’, champ?” He tried to mime a right hook in the air, but he appeared though to be too weak to raise his hand. As a result his arm had ended up mopping the table, stopping right in the woman’s jaw. She fell down on a side, but she remained passed out. “Oh…sorry lady…I…didn’t see you there…Who’s this woman, mister?...Is…she…with you?...Nice shoooes!” Yoyo was bent down hanging on the corner of the table, apparently experiencing difficulties in getting up.

“Yeah, well…then don’t throw up on them. I’d like to keep them that way, mate.” Bane grabbed him by the back of his collar and sat him straight. He then stepped over the woman and took a sit himself in front of Yoyo. He knew he had to speak fast if he wanted any information to pass through. “Say, mister…apparently some people are looking for you. They want to get hold of some information you kept from an old case…a disappearance.”

“Yesss…information…about my friend.” He suddenly grabbed Joey’s collar: “Where are my friends?! What have you done with them?! Where did they all go?!”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 12:38

Bane pushed him back down in his seat as his grip started to fade out. “Mate, stay with me here. INFORMATION! Where do you keep it hidden? I need it. Where is it?”

“YOU’LL NEVER HAVE IT!” yelled Yoyo trying to jump up, but then he fell back in his seat exhausted. He smiled. “I keep the key…close…to my heart. And now mister…whatever your name was…I have to…go…to…” That was it. His head had fallen on the table in a deep sleep.

Bane was annoyed with all this situation. “Damn” he grumbled “and this guy is supposed to be one successful detective. I wonder how an unsuccessful one ends up. I also wonder how come the police was not able to find him. He’s just a drunk. Or…maybe…the French were not looking FOR him, but AFTER him?...Hmmm…Strange indeed. Unfortunately I’m still in the dark here.” He stood up getting ready to leave, but suddenly had an idea. “Now hold on” mumbled him again “this cannot be so easy!” He grabbed Yoyo, straightened him up and looked around his neck. On a thin chain there was a key. Looking at it Bane realized it could fit a deposit box. From the Chinese writing on it he deducted that it was maybe from Shanghai, where Yoyo used to have his agency headquarters. He further searched the man’s coat, until he stumble upon a door key and an address. “This must be his current location. I’d better go and check it out. I don’t think he’ll be home too soon.” Bane smiled while placing Yoyo’s hat in place, dragging it down over his eyes. “Mate, you might have just provided me the way out of my problems.”

Joey took out a paper and a pencil and wrote a small note on the table, then placed it into Yoyo’s hand: “Leave Paris as soon as you can.” He took off then trying to mingle in the crowd, hoping no one had seen him searching Yoyo’s pockets.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 15:52

[Quotes taken from Joey “Bulldog” Bane’s journal - Edited and published by The New York Times - 1947]

September 03, 1934 - New York - Tombstone Enterprises headquarters

Entry 1 - 10:25am

Three weeks have passed since I have not made any notes inside this journal. The late events have been a little too precipitated and have not given me a chance to actually sit down and enjoy such relaxing moments. But now I am back in New York and everything is quiet, so I’ve decided also to fill in another page with things that I have fortunately left behind.

Following up from the moment of my encounter with Mr. Yoyo…

Upon retrieving his door key and address, I have proceeded to Yoyo’s apartment. The search of it proved to be useless, with the exception of a bunch of letters, which I’ve decided to take with me for further study. By reading them at a later time I have learned they were old correspondence. They didn’t contain any clue in regard of the information I was looking for, but one page drew my attention. It seemed to contain slight marks, as if someone had written pressing hard on a paper above the one I had in my hand. Using a trick I had learned as a child, I have managed to decipher part of what was written. The message contained was coming from Mr. Yoyo, saying he moved the parcel, but he still carries the key, as a decoy in case anything happens. This led me to believe that the key I had retrieved from Yoyo’s neck was absolutely useless.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-1-2009 15:53

I was thus stuck, as all my efforts to retrieve that information failed and Yoyo was already out of France. My only option seemed to be the stranger I recently had the pleasure of meeting: Abdur Rahman Ahmad. Even though he did seem trustworthy, considering the “luck” that I had in the past months, I have decided to handle things alone and try a bluff.

I figured if the French would’ve wanted something from me or Yoyo, they wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of staging me false charges. Having me in prison would’ve served them for nothing, unless they were actually trying to keep me away from something or someone. I had thus decided to inform the English inspector that I have managed to trace down some information he would be interested in from Yoyo and I would be willing to pass it to him in exchange for my freedom. Luckily he believed me and again, luckily he also did have enough power of influence to take the blue suits off my tail and bury my file. After two weeks I’ve spent in hiding, I was finally free. I met him on the ship to New York and handed him Yoyo’s key. He did not disclose to me any more details regarding the case and…actually…I didn’t even wanted to know more.

Now I’m all clear and back home. Since this last trip was so “full of events”, I have decided it’s going to be some time before I’ll step out of New York again. It’s safer for me here.

[End of quote]

Old Shoe

Feb-2-2009 07:26

Yoyo waked up in the early hours of the morning the party still in full force. He found the crumpled note in his hand. His sweaty hand had smudged the ink to the point where the letters were unreadable. 'Morocco' he thought 'The Orient, the harems the desert, solitude...Morocco'.
Yoyo made his way to his attic apartment, opened up his bag and threw all his possessions inside, including wads of cash. Credit never solved a problem like cash did. With absolutely no recollection of what had happened the night before he shrugged off the events of the night to the usual. He made his way to the train station to get a train to the South of Spain from there he would take a boat crossing the Straits of Gibraltar to Morrocco and from there he had no idea. But like usual he would fall on his feet.

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