Silver117
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2010
This is Chicago...A hot town to live, epically in the summer time. It was high noon and the sun was roasting everyone that went out to play. Him? He didn't like to go outside. Too much of a hassle if he do say so himself. The name's Holiday, Jack Holiday. He's 30 years old and a detective. The past few years, He's been solving the most sick and twisted cases that has crawled out of the underbelly of this city. Year after year, the cases gets stranger and stranger. Sometimes he refuse to take it since it didn't peaked his interest. As of right now, this detective is dead broke. Living on noodles and beer isn't his definition of a healthy appetite, but with no cases picking up, what else could he do?
It was late in the afternoon when he herd a loud bang on my door. "What the fuck?" He called out as it disturbed his nap. He gave a big yawn as he opened the door to see no one was there. Below my feet was a package and a letter. "I require your assistance, detective. I'm in grave danger. If you accept, please put on the gift inside the box." the note read. Jack opened it to discover a blood red ring. Naturally he laughed it off thinking that this was some sort of prank by those damn kids on the street. He looked it for what seemed like hours. Flicking it with his right hand, catching it with his left, and vice-versa. No way that this could be real. Jack sighed a pathetic sigh and decided, "What the hell, I'll give it a go." He could probably pawn it if it was a joke. He puts the ring on and nothing happened; just as he thought. He soon blinked and was transported to another place. It made him shiver wondering where the hell he was.
It was late in the afternoon when he herd a loud bang on my door. "What the fuck?" He called out as it disturbed his nap. He gave a big yawn as he opened the door to see no one was there. Below my feet was a package and a letter. "I require your assistance, detective. I'm in grave danger. If you accept, please put on the gift inside the box." the note read. Jack opened it to discover a blood red ring. Naturally he laughed it off thinking that this was some sort of prank by those damn kids on the street. He looked it for what seemed like hours. Flicking it with his right hand, catching it with his left, and vice-versa. No way that this could be real. Jack sighed a pathetic sigh and decided, "What the hell, I'll give it a go." He could probably pawn it if it was a joke. He puts the ring on and nothing happened; just as he thought. He soon blinked and was transported to another place. It made him shiver wondering where the hell he was.