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Post subject:  Posted: July 6th, 2006, 5:02 pm |
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"...that's too bad...the corn from the garden is so tasteful." He pulled out two stocks and placed them on the counter top. He started ripping the dark green leaves off and prepared the water bowl on the stove.
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Post subject: Posted: July 6th, 2006, 5:47 pm |
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Shannon was still pacing back and forth, while Lillian and Mort talked about... corn. She sighed and looked down to the pills. She slowly closed her eyes and bit her lip, hard. "Mort..." She whispered.
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Post subject: Posted: July 6th, 2006, 11:23 pm |
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At long last, Eric was on his turnpike from the highway towards Mort's house. He had some trouble finding his way. His BMW wasn't used to the rough terrain that his house was located in. He finally saw the house in the middle of the forest. Already there were two cars there, indicating there were visitors. He cocked his handgun, though he hoped he wouldn't have to use it, donned his khaki jacket, and got out of the car. He went the door and tapped it lightly, saying, "FBI."
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 2:09 am |
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Through Mort's window a figure could be seen, but of course only by Mort himself. The wide brimmed black hat cast a shadow on the floorboards inside the house.
Mr. Shooter watched Mort as he cooked the corn.
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 2:41 am |
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Mort was about to turn around to face the haunting shadow, but the voice at the door caught his attention. He sighed deeply to himself, threw in two cobs of corn and turned up the stove.
He rolled his eyes as he then heard, "FBI" His grey socks walked him to the door, where then he opened it up a slow creek. "..yes?.." The black frames on Mort's face stared back into the man's eyes.
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 5:45 pm |
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Shannon watched Mort leave to the door and stuck his pills in her coat pocket. "I'll watch your corn, Mort. We need to talk afterward." She sighed and then walked into the kitchen, slowly.
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 8:32 pm |
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Mr. Shooter watched Mort, with his unkind dark brown eyes, under his black wide brimmed hat.
When Mort opened the door, Mr. Shooter walked to the left and around the house to the front door. He walked almost directly behind the F.B.I. agent.
Mr. Shooter didn't look at the agent, but only directly at Mort. He shook his head insistenly. A look that a parent gives a child when in trouble. "We know nothing, Mr. Rainey. Do you understand? Nothing."
He continued to stare into Mort's soul.
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 9:46 pm |
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Eric saw the door open to see Mort Rainy. He extended a hand and said, "Mort Rainy? Hello, I'm Eric Damonn, inspector of the FBI. I need to talk to you about your wife's disappearance and Mr. Shooter."
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 10:39 pm |
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Mort went to shake the man's hand, but the cold shiver down his spine stopped him in doing so as he caught the dark eyes under the brimmed hat standing behind the FBI agent like a shadow of evil.
Mort swallowed hard and started to perspire on his forehead. He licked his lips and stuttered for a while, not sure of what to say, what to do or how to act. Finally he muttered out, "I...I know..know nothing.."
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Post subject: Posted: July 8th, 2006, 10:44 pm |
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Mr. Shooter nodded his head in response to Mort's answer.
"That's it Mr. Rainey. We know nothing." He smiled revealing a set of yellow teeth. "Keep on going."
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Post subject: Posted: July 10th, 2006, 3:35 pm |
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(Yer post Frostlord..)
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Post subject: Posted: July 10th, 2006, 11:09 pm |
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Eric raised his eyebrows suspiciously and said, "You have no idea about your ex-wife's disappearance? I must say that is strange." He paused for a moment, allowing Mort to ask him into his house. But when he didn't say anything, he asked politely, "May I enter? I'm afraid I have much to discuss with you."
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Post subject: Posted: July 11th, 2006, 1:17 am |
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Mort raised his eyebrows and fixed his crooked glasses, "Well, I don't know what good it will do, but come in, house is messy I must tell you that...and I'm just boilin' some corn in a steamy bowl..."
He grinned and opened the door, leaving the choice to Eric if he wanted to follow him in.
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Post subject: Posted: July 11th, 2006, 1:20 am |
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Mr. Shooter eyed the FIB agent and watched him as he entered the doorway to the house.
Shooter then looked at Mort and said, "Well, aren't you gunna invite me in to?" He lifted one of his black eyebrows and crossed his arms. "By the way, Mr. Rainey, that was a good idea to offer him some of that corn we both know tastes so good. Especially when someone is helping with the flavor below the ground."
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Post subject: Posted: July 12th, 2006, 2:36 am |
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(BUMP....is anyone going to pose soon?)
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Post subject: Posted: July 12th, 2006, 2:39 am |
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Mort stared at the doorframe, looking at Shooter. "No you can't come in Mr. Shooter...I'm just peachy without you." He glared his eyes at John, and walked away from the door, but not before he gave a strong flex of the jaw.
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