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| urbancouture | Sep 19 2009, 06:06 PM Post #1 |
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NIGHT detective: breezy shadow of the dark: Hood Profound sunrise: 09.19.09 sunset: tba. |
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| urbancouture | Sep 19 2009, 06:26 PM Post #2 |
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![]() When I walked into the precinct I could already hear the ringing of telephones and the Chief of Police delivering a massacre of every shield's ears in vicinity. I scarfed down my hash browns and orange juice and crept in just as Chief Williams was finishing his speech. "Goddamn it! A million dollars worth of drugs and you let them slip through your fingers! No wonder people think our department is a mother fucking joke! If you pussies don't go there and bring that shit back I'll fire every one of your asses!" He reached out and grabbed a coffee from a nearby officer and spit it out. "Decaffeinated Frank, grow some fucking balls would you? Everybody else get into the debriefing room so we can hand out assignments." Based on the way Williams said it whoever fucked up on the last case was sure to be handling traffic duty for quite some time. As officers cleared out I could hear the incessant tapping of Williams polished shoes and knew I was in for some shit. "Neverson! Get your ass back here!" He barked. I stepped up to him and tucked my folder up under my arm. "Yes sir?" "Your fucking late." He paused and looked me over. "No more of the girl braids I see." "Yep now I got one ball more then you huh Williams." "Don't push it, where the fuck is my info on the narcotics case?" I handed him the folder and he flipped through it. "Holy fucking Christ. It's fucking carter again. Every time we go after this guy we get shot fucking down." He walked to his desk and slammed the folder down. "He has a lot of power and drug money on his side. What we need to do is put someone on the inside." "Everyone we put on the inside had come back in fucking body bags." The Chief's tone darkened. "Go back to your pussy desk work." My jaw clenched. I'd been on desk work for the last two years. All as a result of one bad undercover case. I opened the folder and flipped to the last two pages. "This is Lisema Simmons, she's a known affiliate of Christopher Maurice Brown." "Brown is a small time guy." "I've been watching him for weeks, he works with Carter, I know this for a fact." I tossed him a manila folder filled with photographs of transactions between Carter and Brown and pictures of Brown with Simmons. "If you use someone to get close to her you can get info on Brown and tag him to Carter. It won't be easy but its a start." The Chief thought this over and deep creases developed in his forehead. He rubbed his tired sleep deprived eyes and looked at me wearily. "I like you at desk Neverson, ur emails are so warm and cozy with overzealous suggestions." "Stop bullshitting me. I've done more investigative work then the dicks you have on active force duty. I help them solve their cases and you waste my fucking time behind a desk. I was reckless on my last case and I learned my mistake. The speedy route isn't always the best one. I got my partner shot and that's on me. But I told you before I work better alone." "It isn't about you working the fuck alone, you can't bring down a whole world of crooks on your own, you need help." I stood in all my arrogance and waited. "If you refuse to give me the case then I'll resign." The Chief became dangerously silent. Though he forced me to work behind the desk, everyone in the department was fully aware of my many connections and that I worked past office hours on helping other detectives on their cases. I was handing people open and shut cases like goodie bags and allowed them to take recognition. I was fucking tired of that shit. I was a damn good cop and I knew Williams couldn't afford to lose me. "You have some fucking balls." Williams rubbed his temples and handed me back the manila envelope and folder. "Go into the assignment room and tell them your the head on this operation and that everyone else is to find other tasks but remain on standby. If you screw this up Neverson, this will really be your badge." For the first time in the last six miserable months I smiled and walked out of the Chief's office a proud man. |
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| Mrs. Brown | Sep 19 2009, 09:06 PM Post #3 |
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damn im loving it so far trey sounds intellgent the chef is a fucking jackass im truely loving this story |
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| urbancouture | Sep 19 2009, 09:55 PM Post #4 |
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=D yaaay im so glad you like it |
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| Mrs. Brown | Sep 27 2009, 04:26 PM Post #5 |
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o i love it |
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| urbancouture | Oct 3 2009, 02:26 AM Post #6 |
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![]() When my eyes scanned the dark grey clouds I knew the smell of rain would soon join company in my nostrils and mix in with the scent of body odor and weed. I pulled my hoodie over my long brown and black curly tresses and scanned the area. No cops to be found. Not even undercover. If people were smart enough to realize that even the undercover cops have cars with blinking lights through their tinted windows they wouldn't get caught so much. I watched the daily boys in blue stroll down the street scanning for activity. "Babylon comes through once again." Damien said with a smirk. "Hey Mr. Marley," I joked. "Welcome to Jamrock." He laughed and passed me a Royal Caribbean Jamaican pattie. "Jamaica, New York nuh near Jamrock." "It's still a little piece of home." He nodded and his eyes became distant. Damien could never go home because he'd killed a Don trying to defend his family. He got a friend to smuggle him out but if he ever went back he would certainly be killed. "Yuh dun know, enjoy ya food ya hear baby?" I nodded and Damien retreated back into his store on the bottom level of his brownstone. I sat on adjacent steps and watched as a Puerto Rican man walked his two daughters down the street to a preschool. I felt my throat burn and I looked down at my rampage jeans. Two years ago I was wearing clothes from Marshall and now i was donning clothes from Dr. Jays or wherever else i wanted it from. Money was no longer an obstacle for me, but with that came many other things. "Excuse me? Could I borrow a dollar for the bus?" When I looked up I was staring into a brown eyes and a warm smile. I eyed his features, he was well cut judging from his biceps and liked to ink from the many tattoos I could see on his arms and through his white t-shirt. I dug into my jeans and handed him a crumpled dollar. "Thanks." He looked at me a bit longer as if he were studying me. "Can I help you?" "Could I sit down?" "Sure." He planted himself down next to me on the second to last stair of the brownstone. "Jordan." He said extending his hand. "Marie." I took it and smiled. "Your not from this area are you?" "How'd you know?" "You asked me for a dollar." |
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| Mrs. Brown | Oct 3 2009, 06:04 PM Post #7 |
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Oh I liked that add the story seem so real its like your every day average people in the street of new your I wonder who this Jordan character is and how much trouble hes going to get her in I love this story forreal this is by far one of my favs upppsz |
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| urbancouture | Oct 3 2009, 08:57 PM Post #8 |
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![]() I didn't quite understand what she meant. "People don't really come and walk up to people to ask for money like that." She clarified. I still couldn't help but feel like she was lying to me though her face said she was being sincere. "You know anywhere I could get a job? I really need the money." "I'm guessing since you have no money you cut your own hair." I furrowed my brow. "Uhh yea." "Aight hold up." She got up from the steps and walked across the street into a salon. She talked to one of the hair dressers who looked right at me from across the street. She looked back at Marie and they started talking a little bit more. Marie waved me over and I jogged across the street trying to beat a Taurus from mowing me down. When I walked inside all types of girlie hair products were thick in the air and threatened my nostrils with their intoxicating smell. "This is Liz. She owns this salon." Liz smiled. "Well he'll certainly bring the customers in." I noticed then that every female in the salon was eyeballing my white t-shirt baggy jeans and timberland's, excluding Marie who was watching me with intense eyes. "I'm Jordan, and I don't really know what the hell is going on." I chuckled rubbing the back of my head. "I have a barber position open if you can handle it." "Oh I can handle that shawty." "I'm sure you can." A woman said from underneath the blow dryer. Everyone in the salon laughed and made their own comments. Looking at Liz now I realized she was Black mixed Asian and extremely pretty. She was curvaceous with a video model bust-line, there was no doubt in my mind someone had already snatched her up. Oh how right I was. Just then a caramel man around 6'2" walked inside with a red Cincinnati baseball cap on. He had on a white beater with Coogi jeans and red Nike blazers. |
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| Mrs. Brown | Oct 3 2009, 09:52 PM Post #9 |
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LMAO im mad every one and the salon think trey the hottest thing since forever.. aww he thinks liz is pretty lmao at chris walking in right after he started thinking that hmmm if you want I can change the names on there banners to Marie and Jordan im loving it so far its unraveling pretty well |
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| urbancouture | Oct 3 2009, 10:04 PM Post #10 |
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no leave it so u know what their real names are n thanks
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