DSMeatte
27th Jul 2009, 07:45 PM
Chapter 1: Expectations
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The crowd screamed and cheered an Kyle Sonata, star journalist for the Sim City times, finished his speech on the investigation of the mayors connection with the mafia! It was a sight to behold, as Kyle had never seen so many people in one place! All eyes on him, just screaming for more! This is what journalism was all about, and Kyle could never get enough of it!
Mary and Shelly Godwin, the two beautiful sisters whom Kyle had saved from the clutches of of mafia, approached Kyle, with smiles on their face and questions on their minds.
"Kyle, Kyle! Thank you so much for saving my sister and I from the mafia!" yelled Mary, bouncing up and down.
"Are you leaving? Please! Take us with you!" blurted Shelly, about to cry
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"Sorry ladies, no can do." said Kyle as he turned around. "The fame, the fortune, the beautiful ladies such as yourselves, I love it all...but alas, it is nothing but a bonus to me. I crave only one thing from life...Truth."
"Truth?" Asked Mary and Shelly in Unison.
"Truth. This incident with the mayor was but one mystery to be solved, one truth, Lost in darkness, dragged into the light! But there are far more truths out there...truth lost in the darkness. As a journalist, is is my duty to find these truth, and allow them to bask in the light of day, once again!"
"I see" Said Mary. "Then there is no stopping you..."
"Kyle, please!" Proclaimed Shelly. "I don't wish for us to part like this..."
"...Very well...I shall hold off my travels...Ladies..." Kyle whispered ad he started to turn around. "Will you allow but a traveling jounralist to keep you company for the night, so we may have somthing to remember when it is time to part?"
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"We'd thought you'd nevah ask, man!"
"GAH!" yelled Kyle as he sudden awoke to the sound of his phone. "Ugh. I've got to stop falling asleep on the couch..."
Kyle Sonata is a journalist for the local newspaper. Since he was a kid, he's always dreamed of the fame his articles would bring, after the thrill of the investigation to uncover the truth. He always thought he'd be a famous name by now...
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...But reality hasn't been so generous. Dissatisfied with his job, Kyle barely manages to make a living with his current work, but for the time being, he has no choice but to stay where he is, and hope for some kind of big break.
As he did a bit of stretching, he got up and rushed over to his phone.
"What do you want?" he asked as he picked up the phone.
"My, aren't we grumpy? Don't tell me you just woke up..."
"Good morning to you too, Clarice."
Clarice is Kyle's partner at the office, mostly because she's the only person willing to put up with him and keep him in check.
"Morning? Ugh, you DID just wake up, didn't you?!" Yelled Clarice, over the phone. "Kyle, we're gonna be late!"
"Late for what?
"You forgot? *Sigh* You know, you'd be fired by now if it weren't for me. We have to do a report on the opening of the DeVille museum, remember?"
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"That artsy fartsy dump? Forget it. I could find better stories at an actual dump."
"You always say that with every assignment you're given. You're way too picky for your own good, Kyle."
"Can you blame me? Do you know what kind of bull**** stories they've stuck me with lately? Last week I did an article on the towns largest barbie collection. Before that, the divorce of that couple with the octuplets. Lets face it, these stories they have us do couldn't get us on the map if we drew it there ourselves."
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"It's not that bad, Kyle"
"Oh really? Well then, I'm guessing you got some good stories. Tell, me, how did that report of yours go? You know, the one about the volleyball tournament at the nudist colony?"
"Kyle, I get it. This job hasn't lived up to your expectations. But we all have to start somewhere, right?"
"You've been saying that for years."
"And I'll keep saying it. One of these days we'll get a story to remember. We just have to be patient. Now get dressed and come pick me up. We have a museum to get to."
"Yeah yeah, fine. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."
Frustrated and grumpy, Kyle hung up the phone and got dressed. "There's no way in hell that story will come in this town." Kyle kept thinking as he walked out the door.
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"Well, I hope this isn't a TOTAL loss..."
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Coming up next:
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http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF7.jpg
"I give up. Where's Waldo?"
Chapter 2: The DeVille Museum
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http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF8.jpg
The crowd screamed and cheered an Kyle Sonata, star journalist for the Sim City times, finished his speech on the investigation of the mayors connection with the mafia! It was a sight to behold, as Kyle had never seen so many people in one place! All eyes on him, just screaming for more! This is what journalism was all about, and Kyle could never get enough of it!
Mary and Shelly Godwin, the two beautiful sisters whom Kyle had saved from the clutches of of mafia, approached Kyle, with smiles on their face and questions on their minds.
"Kyle, Kyle! Thank you so much for saving my sister and I from the mafia!" yelled Mary, bouncing up and down.
"Are you leaving? Please! Take us with you!" blurted Shelly, about to cry
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF5.jpg
"Sorry ladies, no can do." said Kyle as he turned around. "The fame, the fortune, the beautiful ladies such as yourselves, I love it all...but alas, it is nothing but a bonus to me. I crave only one thing from life...Truth."
"Truth?" Asked Mary and Shelly in Unison.
"Truth. This incident with the mayor was but one mystery to be solved, one truth, Lost in darkness, dragged into the light! But there are far more truths out there...truth lost in the darkness. As a journalist, is is my duty to find these truth, and allow them to bask in the light of day, once again!"
"I see" Said Mary. "Then there is no stopping you..."
"Kyle, please!" Proclaimed Shelly. "I don't wish for us to part like this..."
"...Very well...I shall hold off my travels...Ladies..." Kyle whispered ad he started to turn around. "Will you allow but a traveling jounralist to keep you company for the night, so we may have somthing to remember when it is time to part?"
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF4.jpg
"We'd thought you'd nevah ask, man!"
"GAH!" yelled Kyle as he sudden awoke to the sound of his phone. "Ugh. I've got to stop falling asleep on the couch..."
Kyle Sonata is a journalist for the local newspaper. Since he was a kid, he's always dreamed of the fame his articles would bring, after the thrill of the investigation to uncover the truth. He always thought he'd be a famous name by now...
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF1.jpg
...But reality hasn't been so generous. Dissatisfied with his job, Kyle barely manages to make a living with his current work, but for the time being, he has no choice but to stay where he is, and hope for some kind of big break.
As he did a bit of stretching, he got up and rushed over to his phone.
"What do you want?" he asked as he picked up the phone.
"My, aren't we grumpy? Don't tell me you just woke up..."
"Good morning to you too, Clarice."
Clarice is Kyle's partner at the office, mostly because she's the only person willing to put up with him and keep him in check.
"Morning? Ugh, you DID just wake up, didn't you?!" Yelled Clarice, over the phone. "Kyle, we're gonna be late!"
"Late for what?
"You forgot? *Sigh* You know, you'd be fired by now if it weren't for me. We have to do a report on the opening of the DeVille museum, remember?"
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF2.jpg
"That artsy fartsy dump? Forget it. I could find better stories at an actual dump."
"You always say that with every assignment you're given. You're way too picky for your own good, Kyle."
"Can you blame me? Do you know what kind of bull**** stories they've stuck me with lately? Last week I did an article on the towns largest barbie collection. Before that, the divorce of that couple with the octuplets. Lets face it, these stories they have us do couldn't get us on the map if we drew it there ourselves."
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF3.jpg
"It's not that bad, Kyle"
"Oh really? Well then, I'm guessing you got some good stories. Tell, me, how did that report of yours go? You know, the one about the volleyball tournament at the nudist colony?"
"Kyle, I get it. This job hasn't lived up to your expectations. But we all have to start somewhere, right?"
"You've been saying that for years."
"And I'll keep saying it. One of these days we'll get a story to remember. We just have to be patient. Now get dressed and come pick me up. We have a museum to get to."
"Yeah yeah, fine. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."
Frustrated and grumpy, Kyle hung up the phone and got dressed. "There's no way in hell that story will come in this town." Kyle kept thinking as he walked out the door.
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF.jpg
"Well, I hope this isn't a TOTAL loss..."
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Coming up next:
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF6.jpg
http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll72/Dengarde/CWYWF7.jpg
"I give up. Where's Waldo?"
Chapter 2: The DeVille Museum