Burak City Blues
Apr 11, 2014 16:05:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2014 16:05:08 GMT -5
It was dark when I woke up. It always is. That's one of the problems with living in Burak City. No matter what time you wake up, it's always dark. There were a lot of myths about why that was, the most predominant of which was some BS about a Pokemon called Darkrai, that was probably started by some college kids way back when, and got taken out of context.
I'd heard the story a couple times, but never really took it seriously enough to remember it. Besides, I'm not the curator of any big museum. I'm a private detective, and that doesn't involve the memorization of crazy rumors. At least, not often.
I got out of bed while thinking about all of this, and decided to check my voice mail before making breakfast, an unusual thing to do for me. But hey, whats the harm in mixing it up every once in a while.
I had three new messages. The first was from my landlord. I was late on the rent. Again. I was lucky Jerry was an understanding guy, and had been through a few hard times of his own. Someone else might have tried to put me out by now. But unless I got a job soon, Jerry's niceness wasn't going to be enough to a roof over my head.
The second message was different. "Hello, Mr. Matraci? This is Mrs. Dowdry, and I'm in need of your services. Something strange has come up with my husband, and I don't know what to do about it. I'm willing to pay your normal rates, but I feel the need to discuss this issue further with you in person. I'd like to meet you at four o'clock, Sunday, at the Spencers on West End Street. If that doesn't work for you, just don't come, don't call me, this line isn't safe. I must go now, goodbye," the answer machine said before cutting off abruptly.
I began to get excited. This was the first job I'd had in over a month, and the client didn't even try to negotiate the rates. I wouldn't miss that appointment for the world. The only downside was that is sounding like a simple case of a cheating husband, which I wouldn't be able to drag out for very long. I looked at the calendar on my wall to see what day it was. Lets see, today's the 12th so... Sunday. Today was Sunday. The appointment was today. Of course.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 3 in the afternoon. I only had one hour to get ready and get to the appointment! This was already starting to be a stressful case. I quickly calmed down and rushed to get the things I needed done, done.
One of the benefits of the two years I had spent on my journey, was that I had learned to multitask very well. Brushing my teeth and putting on clothes at the same time seemed like childs play compared to commanding two Pokemon in a battle at the same time. I was almost out the door before I remembered the third message on my voice mail. I walked back to my phone and quickly pressed the button to play the last message.
And that's when everything went to hell.
I'd heard the story a couple times, but never really took it seriously enough to remember it. Besides, I'm not the curator of any big museum. I'm a private detective, and that doesn't involve the memorization of crazy rumors. At least, not often.
I got out of bed while thinking about all of this, and decided to check my voice mail before making breakfast, an unusual thing to do for me. But hey, whats the harm in mixing it up every once in a while.
I had three new messages. The first was from my landlord. I was late on the rent. Again. I was lucky Jerry was an understanding guy, and had been through a few hard times of his own. Someone else might have tried to put me out by now. But unless I got a job soon, Jerry's niceness wasn't going to be enough to a roof over my head.
The second message was different. "Hello, Mr. Matraci? This is Mrs. Dowdry, and I'm in need of your services. Something strange has come up with my husband, and I don't know what to do about it. I'm willing to pay your normal rates, but I feel the need to discuss this issue further with you in person. I'd like to meet you at four o'clock, Sunday, at the Spencers on West End Street. If that doesn't work for you, just don't come, don't call me, this line isn't safe. I must go now, goodbye," the answer machine said before cutting off abruptly.
I began to get excited. This was the first job I'd had in over a month, and the client didn't even try to negotiate the rates. I wouldn't miss that appointment for the world. The only downside was that is sounding like a simple case of a cheating husband, which I wouldn't be able to drag out for very long. I looked at the calendar on my wall to see what day it was. Lets see, today's the 12th so... Sunday. Today was Sunday. The appointment was today. Of course.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 3 in the afternoon. I only had one hour to get ready and get to the appointment! This was already starting to be a stressful case. I quickly calmed down and rushed to get the things I needed done, done.
One of the benefits of the two years I had spent on my journey, was that I had learned to multitask very well. Brushing my teeth and putting on clothes at the same time seemed like childs play compared to commanding two Pokemon in a battle at the same time. I was almost out the door before I remembered the third message on my voice mail. I walked back to my phone and quickly pressed the button to play the last message.
And that's when everything went to hell.
