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Corneria City Noir


Snys93

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   The cold, wet asphalt streets were damp with constant rain. Trash littered the gutters and clogged the storm drains while shadowy figures passed in between the uniform placed street lights. It was an especially dark night for Corneria City.

 

   In the city that rarely sleeps, one citizen was still up in all hours of the night. He was in his office, the door read: Sinjin Arba Private Investigator.

 

   At his desk with his leg propped up on it, the hound smoked his cigar which was ever present. The case he was working on had reached a dead end. Sinjin exhausted every bit of info regarding it. A string of unexplainable disappearances, no suspects and no bodies.

 

   "Damn person is a ghost." he muttered. Just then he happened to glance over his watch.

 

   4:22 am

 

   "Dammit." He set his stogie down and placed the file into his suit case. Then there was a knock at the door.

 

   "Sorry," he said, "office is closed for the night."

 

   "Please Mr. Arba, its important." The silhouette on the the other side seemed desperate. With a sigh and exhale of cigar smoke, he set his suitcase down. "Come in."

 

   The door swung open, revealing a neatly a well dressed female vulpine. "Mr. Arba?"

 

   He ungentlemanly pointed to an empty chair and sat down as well. "So lady, whats alleging you?"

 

   She started to speak, but choked up it.

 

   'Gods, I just wanna sleep.' he thought. "Well, suppose you tell me all about," he stated, "starting with why..."

 

   "Mr. Arba, my husband is missing."

 

   'Oh no, not one of these cases."

 

   "He was out with his friends, you know at the bars and pool rooms, I don't mind it. But this time he hasn't come back."

 

   'I can give her two words that'll solve her problems..."

 

   "I'm just afraid that he..." The lady vulpine burst into tears, sobbing into her hands. Mr. Arba seemed to be sobbing to, on the inside.

 

   'Had to be me, eh?'

 

   Sinjin was never a consoling type of guy. He was brought up in the bad part of town. A father who was a drunk, a mother who was a chippy and his childhood pet that ran away. He was a loner and preferred that way. "Okay, where was he seen last, do you know?"

 

   The lady dried her tears. "I...I...asked around at his favorite pub, The Blue Vixen. They saw him, but never knew where'd he gone."

 

   "You said he goes to a pool room. Wheres that?"

 

   "Down the street from the pub. He always goes there after a few drinks."

 

   "A few?"

 

   "Yes and he bets a couple dollars at the tables there too. A mini casino in the backroom, called Rosfold's."

 

   Sinjin thought for a moment and told her not to worry and to go home and sleep. "I'll ask around some more, maybe he'll turn up."

 

   "Oh thank you Mr. Arba. I'll pay whatever you suggest."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   On the street, Mr. Arba walked from the Blue Vixen to where Rosfold's Casino was said to be located. Walking in he notice the norm of the pool room. Nothing fancy, old pool sticks and torn pool table felt. Sinjin knew the owner and bellied up the counter.

 

   "Ichiro, just the dog I wanted to see."

 

   "Hey Sinjin, what brings you here?"

 

   "I uh..." Sinjin looks around, "I'm looking for a lady's husband, names Calvorn, Steve Calvorn. Heard of him?"

 

   "Calvorn, Calvron. Nope, but that doesn't mean he wasn't in here tonight. Faces to me, they all look the same."

 

   "Well, do you mind if I look around?"

 

   "No, go ahead."

 

   Sinjin noticed the door to the backroom. "Hey Ichiro, I heard you got a mini casino back here."

 

   "Pardon?"

 

   "Yeah the guys wife, Calvorn's? She called it...the...uh," he thought snapping his fingers, "Rosfold's, yeah that was it. Rosfold's."

 

   "Rosfold's?"

 

   "Yeah."

 

   "Sinjin, theres nothing but a storage room back there."

 

   Mr. Arba looked puzzled. "But I thought..."

 

   "Pal, theres nothing back there. Take a look if you don't believe me."

 

   Sinjin made his way to the "storage room". He didn't know what to think. Somebody was lying and he needed to find out who. He approached the door and grasped the handle. As he turned, he could have sworn he heard chattering and the sound of roulette tables. He turned the handle all the way around and flung open the door. A mop fell over inside and Sinjin saw only what Ichiro had referred to.

 

   "Storage." he muttered. He heard Ichiro laugh behind him. Mr. Arba sighed and went to pick up the mop. Just as he was half way there, the door slammed behind him.

 

   "Hey! Ichiro! What the hell?!" It was pitch black inside and Sinjin lit a match to see clearer. He tried the door. It was locked! He thumped his fists against the door.

 

   "Ichiro, open up! Ichiro! This isn't funny! Open up!"

 

   "Are you frightened..." There was a voice in the darkness, "of the dark?"

 

   'What the hell?!'

 

   "Are you hungry?" the sinister voice asked again. "Because...I am!"

 

   What followed were the screams and furious feasting that came from within. Ichiro came from behind the counter and turned over the OPEN sign on the front door to CLOSED.

 

   "Well," said Ichiro, "At least 'it' is fed. No more need to give Mr. Calvorn a stomach ache."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                          FIN

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