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Lurks A-lot
Legacy Name: Lurks A-lot


The Common Charlie
Owner: HPY

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 12th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 12th, 2010

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Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 11
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 2
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Suds Mopper


Name? Lurks-A-Lot.

Occupation? Detective.

If you're talking to the big man, he'll tell ya "Super Sleuth". Those boys downtown may think they're hotshots, but when I join the case, they don't know what hit 'em. In and out. Overlook the scene, solve the case. That's the only way around here. Crime never stood a chance in this city. Not while I'm around.

Knowing my hair colour is pink, I assume you think I'm not what I say I am. You couldn't be more wrong. You can tell a lot about a guy by his appearance. Short hair on a criminal? Could be freshly cut. The perfect disguise. Hair colour not match the eyebrows? Disguise, of course. A bottle of hair dye, and before you know it you're a whole new person. But me, I always see 'em. Right through 'em. See right through their disguises, as much time as they may have spent working on them. They're always faulty, one way or another.

I'm sitting in my small office, cold coffee on my desk, waiting for a phone call. The phone call from the chief. Piles of paper lay on my desk. Files. Files of criminals. Files of assault and murder victims. All these papers lead to clues. They lead to solved mysteries.

Waiting for my phone call, I notice the time. It's 10:35 p.m. It's dark in the office. Quiet. But not peaceful. It's never peaceful in this city. Never safe. Criminals are good at what they do but I'm better.

Looking out my window, the streets seem still below me. A cat runs by on the sidewalk. Not a single soul walking around. If there was, they'd be up to no good.

10:55 p.m. The chief is late. I decide it's time to shuffle through some older cases. A file with a picture of a terrified blond woman on the front. Huddled in the corner, screaming. She was a murder victim. The last picture ever taken of her, taken by her killer. Laid in my hands. Not the smartest of homicidal men I've ever had the pleasure of dealing with. He left so much DNA on the scene, you could open a museum with it. I watched him get locked up. Watched him cry for mercy. Mercy he didn't deserve.

The phone rings, but it's not the chief. Not my chief at least. It's the police chief. "Lurk! You'd better get down here pronto! The boss has been shot!" The phone clicks off. This is bad news. It's time to head down to the station. Pronto.

I arrive at the scene; walk solemnly up the stairs to the office I've been in so many times before. Blood on the walls. A dead man slumped on the floor. A chair tipped over on the ground. One far too heavy to be knocked down by a gunshot. That chair was knocked over by force. Brute force at that. This wasn't a random act of madness. Someone wanted this man dead. They wanted him cowering in fear. They wanted him in pain. Hard to say who could have done it. When you're the head chief of a detective agency, you make a lot of enemies. Put a lot of people in the slammer. A lot of those convicts get back out on the streets. When they get out, they always go back to a life of crime.

I'm going to swab for fingerprints. Collect DNA and evidence. Catch the culprit.

Like I said, criminals are good. I'm better.

This case is about to be blown wide open.

Credits
Story byScythe
Proofreading by Pureflower
Petpage created by HPY
pet overlay art by reddragon1989
Page image Nick Moignan's board "Film Noir Detective Genre - 1940s San Francisco" on Pinterest,

Pet Treasure


Set of Safe Keys

Disguise Glasses

Fingerprint Dusting Kit

Combo Lock

Steamwork Laptop

Steamwork Radio

Steamwork Telephone

Filing Books

Box of Evidence

Case File

Declassified SAI Documents

Scrawled Note

The Gunpowder Treason

Murders 101

Bloodstain Removal

Whiskey Decanter Set

Survivors Last Cigar

Vintage Telephone

Red Magnifying Glass

Camera

Black and White Film

Police Shield

Police Cuffs

Survivors Handgun with Holster

Charlie Brass Knuckles

Stun Gun

Police Tape

Suave Classic Fedora

Trenchcoat

Pocket Watch

Middle Management Black Toupee

Large Black Bushy Beard

Fake Droopy Mustache

Unibrow Disguise

Black Giant Plum Sunglasses

Coffee

Police Doughnut

Chinese Take-Out

Plain Chopsticks

Detective Miniature

Inspector Thorpe Doll

Morostide Charlie Plushie

Pet Friends