1936. November 13th.
lapor sejak Thomas Angor, Tuxedo Cat
A cool autumn night that was in Inkspot City. Critters of all sorts stopping into the local Blue Moon bar to see a local star. The Blue Moon was your average dive, a place that sold cheap drinks and fake smiles, where people down on their luck would come to waste away their days drowning their sorrow in some tacky margaritas and cocktails. But Penelope Ciniclus; She was something else. This white rabbit, bulu as soft as cotton and white like snow, her ears tied back behind her head to keep from flopping over her eyes, she was a ray of pure light in a dim light place like this. Just the sight of her on stage playing the Piano was enough to make some of these people feel alive, if just for a fleeting moment. But it was a moment that the patrons of The Blue Moon wish would last an eternity, and so they keep coming back for more. I ain’t ever been to a place like that myself (I prefer to drink at home), but those that knew her knew her as a girl that played with all her soul. She had a passion in her hati, tengah-tengah to play that piano, like it was her life’s meaning to be on that stage and play. She was a quiet girl too, kind and always helping around the bar after hours. So it just doesn’t make any sense why she was found murdered some time later. Sure, to the Fat Cats, this ain’t nothing new. A poor girl goes missing and winds up dead sejak the river is nothing new. But this was no domestic dispute atau suicide. No, this would be easier if it was. Her boss went to her house to check on her, and that’s when we got the call. Miss Ciniclus had her head cut from her body, blood covering her entire snow white body into a kot of red. Her head was nowhere to be found, and the wound was not anything done sejak a crazy person. It was a clean cut, smooth. All I can be greatful for was that she didn’t suffer. But whatever happened was clearly planned out. Someone had wanted Penelope dead from the start. It was lebih than just a Rawak attack. I can’t say I expected much from this, but now, I soalan what I got myself into. But it doesn’t look like there’s a way out of it now. I’ll send in my lapor to the mayor tomorrow. Whatever he decides, whatever the case may be, I’ll have to see this to the end, one way atau another.
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lapor sejak Thomas Angor, Tuxedo Cat
A cool autumn night that was in Inkspot City. Critters of all sorts stopping into the local Blue Moon bar to see a local star. The Blue Moon was your average dive, a place that sold cheap drinks and fake smiles, where people down on their luck would come to waste away their days drowning their sorrow in some tacky margaritas and cocktails. But Penelope Ciniclus; She was something else. This white rabbit, bulu as soft as cotton and white like snow, her ears tied back behind her head to keep from flopping over her eyes, she was a ray of pure light in a dim light place like this. Just the sight of her on stage playing the Piano was enough to make some of these people feel alive, if just for a fleeting moment. But it was a moment that the patrons of The Blue Moon wish would last an eternity, and so they keep coming back for more. I ain’t ever been to a place like that myself (I prefer to drink at home), but those that knew her knew her as a girl that played with all her soul. She had a passion in her hati, tengah-tengah to play that piano, like it was her life’s meaning to be on that stage and play. She was a quiet girl too, kind and always helping around the bar after hours. So it just doesn’t make any sense why she was found murdered some time later. Sure, to the Fat Cats, this ain’t nothing new. A poor girl goes missing and winds up dead sejak the river is nothing new. But this was no domestic dispute atau suicide. No, this would be easier if it was. Her boss went to her house to check on her, and that’s when we got the call. Miss Ciniclus had her head cut from her body, blood covering her entire snow white body into a kot of red. Her head was nowhere to be found, and the wound was not anything done sejak a crazy person. It was a clean cut, smooth. All I can be greatful for was that she didn’t suffer. But whatever happened was clearly planned out. Someone had wanted Penelope dead from the start. It was lebih than just a Rawak attack. I can’t say I expected much from this, but now, I soalan what I got myself into. But it doesn’t look like there’s a way out of it now. I’ll send in my lapor to the mayor tomorrow. Whatever he decides, whatever the case may be, I’ll have to see this to the end, one way atau another.
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