Post by Leo Barone on Jul 7, 2011 12:50:49 GMT -5
Ah yes; words that every guy wanted to hear, after the afternoon from Hell. The woman howling them then decided to punctuate her desires by throwing a very nice piece of pottery his way. The crash echoed throughout the small shop and as more ammunition was found, the man in question beat a hasty retreat.
Man, a guy just could NOT please everyone, Leo thought to himself as he practically ran through the front door. Mary’s House of Pottery was a quaint establishment, making anyone assume that the woman who owned it was a happy, gentle lady. Nobody knew that she was actually a demon from Hell, who had an arm like Mantle and a face like DiMaggio.
”This’ the last time I help you out, Mary!” He called out, through the flower-painted glass. ”The next time you need a family heirloom found, you can go get another mook to do your dirty work! I’m—ARP!”
Damn, but he hadn’t expected her to throw that ladle at the glass door. But what the hell; his luck had been crap lately, so why not? Bah, sometimes, he really did hate his lot in life.
Thus, ‘Lucky’ Leo Barone was introduced to the night, as crummy and irritating as it was. For the past four days, he’d been trying to track down a certain ‘heirloom;’ some sort of necklace, or jewelry that had been stolen a few weeks back. He wasn’t exactly the PI type, but a pair of pretty blue eyes had made him reconsider his specialty…not to mention that there was an even prettier retainer fee, AND hints of some hinkey stuff that ran with the necklace. It was something about a voodoo curse or something; he didn’t pay any mind, instead focusing on the fact that it was 24 karats, diamond studded, and the owner was as hot as frikkin’ Giselle. He’d put a good amount of leg work into the thing, tracking down some petty thieves and looking into pawn shop deals. Hell, for the word he’d done, he could’ve passed for an effin’ cop, which went against every ethical code he had!
And, in the end, he had succeeded in what he’d set out to do. He’d managed to track down ‘ol Steven Trask, the thief in question, and after some convincing- aka some money throwing, thanks to a ‘donation’ from the mayor’s office- he’d gotten the piece.
Then he’d started vibrating like a freaking dirty toy, and all hell broke loose.
Leo sighed in frustration as he stomped down the street. He kicked at random pieces of gravel and stray newspapers floating on the wind. Everything had been so damn easy, until he’d sensed the power in the diamond studded locket. He was going to hand it over to Mary, collect his fee, maybe get a date or two in before he moved on…it was going great. But, with one little touch, all bets were off.
Now, there was a collector in Tokyo who was real happy with his pre-owned Salem witch locket. Dammit, he really did hate the compulsion he had to either use or sell objects of power. It was a real fun-killer.
"Yeah, well, at least I can afford that sweet 800 gig drive now." He muttered to himself as he shouldered into the nearest bar and made a beeline for the counter. His cells still felt like they were bouncing around under his skin, and it would take about a day for him to calm down. The buzzing was liable to make him crazy before then, though.
Plopping down onto the stool, he hailed over the bartender and ordered a few shots. He felt so shaky inside that he didn't even bother to people watch, as he was liable to do. He held his hand up, palm down, and watched as his fingers shook.
Damn, sometimes it really didn't pay to be a freak.
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