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Jason Finnegan Interview
Topic Started: Aug 22 2011, 02:28 AM (173 Views)
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Friday, December 12, XXXX -3:00AM

Jason Finnegan a twenty six year old fishman who is currently unemployed,was interrogated at Shell Town's Navy base and was written in his log book via Clarissa Jones.

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Jason Finnegan
Detective Richard Tracer
Clarissa Jones


Detective Tracer:Have a seat. Would you state your name and adress for the record?

Finnegan:.....Nope

Detective Tracer:Listen fish it'll be easier for the both of us if you just cooperate.

Finnegan stares blankly at the wall, supposedly hard to tell when his eyes are so beady.

Detective Tracer:I was in fat city till you showed up, don't push me.

Finnegan: *Laughs* It never looks like you left it.

Detective Tracer: You don't look like the type whose got jets, so I'll keep it simple for you.

Tracer pulls his gun out the holster and places it on the table.

Finnegan grunts.

Detective Tracer: I'm sure even a mook from Nowheresville like you knows that if a slug goes through his head he's on a fast train to a hearse.

Finnegan:Mulch, my name is Johnny Mulch

Detective Tracer:Well Mulch I can tell when someone's lighting up the tilt sign, and you are blowing it out.

Finnegan looks around

Finnegan:What sign, what the hell are you talking about?

Ms.Jones:He means you're lying.

Finnegan:Why doesn't he just say that, what does lying have to do with a sign?

Detective Tracer: Ms.Jones go back to writing, Fish shut it unless someones asking you a question.

Finnegan:Why am I here, I already talked to the marines?

Detective Tracer: You're a free man aint yah?

Finnegan:If you can call living on this island free.

Detective Tracer: I know what you mean, I run the international intrigue dodge and it aint a pretty beat to walk.

Finnegan: The what?

Detective Tracer: Are you getting smart with me?

Finnegan:What? I just asked you a question?

Detective Tracer: My bad Jack.

Finnegan:John.

Detective Tracer: Names aside, what's a free man like you do?

Finnegan: I'm a fisherman by trade.

Detective Tracer: I know you're a fishman I can see that, what do you do?

Finnegan smacks his hand on to his face and gets up.

Detective Tracer:You weren't dismissed.

Finnegan:I'm dismissing myself.

Detective Tracer:This isn't something you can just up and leave.

Finnegan:Just did, I'll be by the dock if there's something that doesn't involve and idiot who can't tell the difference between fisherman and Fishman.

Finnegan Breaks the lock on the door and walks out.

Detective Tracer grabs his gun, but stares at it for a moment.

Detective Tracer: Come on Clarissa lets go.






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[editing later today]
Wednesday, December 5, XXXX -2:50PM

Down by the docks two bodies were found floating in the water, not very surprising as it seems most of the world had decided to become pirates while the marines are understaffed and under powered despite the efforts of the world government. As the crime transpired on or at least near the sea the Navy chose to investigate, sadly though many of the denizens of the peer were interviewed no leads were found. Events of this nature occur on occasion and it is when the marines do not feel the need to investigate further that most bounty hunting comes into play.

Dick sat at the bar of the towns local pub, it wasn't as full as it had been in it's prime, but with the rise in pirates it had gotten more customers than it had a few years ago. Dick stared what appeared to be a shot glass vibrating like the ripples in a pond. The saxophonist was busy producing sweet sounds that traveled off his ears like the voice of a beautiful woman. He cradled the glass between his thumb and his index, but refused to pick it up. "I'll have another." he said to the barkeep who stared at the full glass in front of him. "You haven't drunk any of the things you ordered."
Dick ran his finger over the rim of one of the eight glasses he had ordered and the one shot glass he had in his hand. "If you're getting paid why do you care?" the barkeep just shook his head and went to get him yet another shot glass to not finish.

Richard turned his head toward the musicians on the stage and stared off with a transfixed expression, the majority of the men in here were pirates or at least that was the conclusion he had come to, and at least one of them had a bounty, for the moment they were civilized and enjoying the music as any one would, but it was the cold stone truth that someone in the room had at least killed a man, and that was enough to make Dick antsy. He tapped his finger against his knee and waited for the ballad to come to an end before he turned around once more and pulled out a lighter.
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