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Mordet/The Murder, Day Two (part 2)

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So it was no small amount of trepidation that Hyle felt as she walked down the slope from her car into Longhands’ north camp.

 

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Mordet/The Murder, Day Two

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Hyle looked in the mirror, the bags under her eyes were evidence of a sleepless night. Her mind had been full of the previous day’s events and the fact Shadow had been out all night investigating did not help.

 

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Mordet/The Murder

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It was around two in the afternoon. Hyle was leaning on the edge of her desk, looking out of her office window. Her office door was closed and the blind was down. She had left explicit instructions with her staff that she was not to be disturbed.

 

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Evening, All.

The townsfolk had gathered, their voices flooding the school hall as they waited for

the event to begin. Shadow noted the confusion and alarm painted on some of their

faces, anxious as to the reason he of all people should be making any sort of

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This Woman's Work Part 6

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Hyle had certainly come through for him, convincing Jess that her help wouldn't see her thrust out of town

as she feared. As an added bonus, it seemed that little discussion eased the tension between the pair of

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No World for Old Bean Counters.

 

Four percent.”

 

Wesley Drayton had cleared his throat before speaking and felt compelled to clear it again as the cold stare coming from the other side of Mayor Hyle Troy’s desk increased the discomfort he felt. The Head of Accounts for Hope Springs watched as Mayor Troy’s right eyebrow raised. Drayton shuffled in the chair.

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Deadlines

 

 

It was quite late by the time Hyle got home. It had been a difficult day.

Firstly the promised delivery date for the school chairs was not going to be met by the supplier and it had taken two hours of constant demanding and a certain amount of animated discussion, lots of which were in Danish, and so spared the blushes of the manager at Oglethorpe Carpentry.

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This Woman's Work Part 5

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Ordinarily the long, ruined stretch of road between New Flagstaff and Hope Springs annoyed Shadow to

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This Woman's Work Part 4

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   “Vista?” Anna asked, stood with the 3 rangers. “You didn't tell me you were a Vista, you told me

   you were from Hope Springs.”

 

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The Return of the King Edward.

One chip to rule them all,

One chip to find them,

One chip to bring them all,

And in the Waffelhus, fry them.

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This Woman's Work Part 3

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((This story contains allusions to the abuse of women, and as such, if you're affected by any related

issues, please proceed with caution))


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"There are some that you simply can not reach."

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There are some that you simply can not reach.”

 

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This Woman's Work Part 2

Striker, assuming you're still serious about this, your

first port of call should be to prevent further suffering.

There exists a man, an organisation, deep within the

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Opportunities (part 2)

((Following on from the Opportunities story, Hyle and I realised that this story was going to get complicated and would require a lot of dialogue. Our normal method of taking turns to produce a post just wasn't going to do it so we decided to try and do something neew and instead did a 'slow motion' kind of RP via messaging. This post is the result. The story isn't over yet though as Joe still has to... well, read on and you'll see where it's going.

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The unlucky one

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 Approximately a week ago:

Jack looked at his own reflection in window of one of the Flagstaff houses and sighed. It has been only few days since someone trashed his workplace and since then he has been having some hard times.

As if out of a sudden nobody needed "talent scouts" anymore. "Maybe The Union could have some use for me" he thought as he crossed the street. Roar of the engine and screeching of tires disturbed his thoughts

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Run! Rabbit, Run!

Hope Springs farm fields, Rabbit Day

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Another Sunday Morning

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"Ugh.."

Hyle rolled over.

"Stop smirking" She mumbled with a scowl.

 

"Why do you drink so much?" Shad lay on his side with his head reasting on his arm.

 

"Because saturday is my day off, It's a party. I can put everything else out of my mind."

"Mhh  I guess."

Hyle rolled out of the bed, struggling to her feet and headed for the shower. Shad followed her to the bathroom, enjoying the rear view.

 

"Hyle...?"

"What!?!"

"Your gonna take your panties off before you shower, right...?"

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The Road to Home.

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It'd been several hours since She had a talk with Hyle in the small reception room at the Hostle, and Jess found herself more than a little upset by it over all. What Hyle might have thought was apprihension was more like a struggle with emmotions that were at odds with the situation in general, and also with feeling like she was being threatened with being removed from one of the very few places she actually felt comfortable much less safe these days.

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This Woman's Work

 

The question is. What would she do next?”

 

Ok. So it had been a hard day, Hyle was feeling the pressure mounting. She sat back on her office chair absent-mindedly tapping the blotter with the end of her pencil.

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Another day at the Office

Wesley Drayton , Accountant of Hope Springs. Yes they even thought of making accountant clones.

Wesley was efficient, precise, diligent. Absolutely the right man for keeping Hope Springs finances in order.

 

And so fucking mind-crushingly boring!

 

As Hyle sat through his quarterly report,

And even though the details were typed in fine detail on the desk in front of her.

And even though the books were balancing.

 

Hyle was thinking.

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Dinner for Two

Why did the Prarie Cchicken cross the road?

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Sunday Morning

The sun was shining.

Too bright

The birds sang

Too loud.

The front door opened, 

"MOM!"

Too loud.

"Mom, where are you? I brought Ichiro for you to look after, like we arranged..?

I'm dreaming this... I hope..

 

morgen

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Diametrics.

 

 

“Guhhhh…!”

 

Sunday Morning. Hyle was half asleep, feeling the after effect of another great party. It was the sound of a motor outside and men calling instructions outside that woke her. She wondered what the noise was.

 

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [4]

 

Officer Kopkage tapped on the door and pushed it open. The office was bright, not as big as he had expected but still well appointed, functional. The furnishings were simple, to one side a row of filing cabinets stood to attention and to the other, a comfortable sofa took pride of place next to a large window which looked out onto a low stone veranda.

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Dusty Journal, Page Three

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Dear Journal,

That cliche again. As usual, it fits. Wonder when I'll stop that? For now, maybe not since it works, right?
To say that I was excited to wake up on saturday is an understatement. It was party day, and not just any party, but at the famous Waffle Hus of Hope Springs. I remember well enough about the party, that Hyle is the woman in charge, its her baby and she revels in it to the fullest, at least, thats what I can remember. This will be the first one I can remember attending in a very long time.

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A Meeting of Minds, part 2

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A punishment?!”

 

Reavy pushed herself away from the bench.

 

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Epiphany

 

 

Ytte stumbled through to Hyle’s kitchen. There was a note propped up against the kettle. The note was concise.

 

 

‘Ytte. Sorry we are not there. Needed at the hostel. Help yourself to breakfast, Coffee in the thermos. Hyle xx’

 

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no helmets please

(( This reminded me of Hope Springs Wafflehouse :D

waffle

 

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Kulturschock! [3]

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“Upps!” Hyle pulled the hem of her skirt down as she made herself comfortable in the seat of the car. “Absolutely not made for driving!” She grinned.

 

“You are not…. Umm..” Ytte pointed out.

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Kulturschock! [2]

Ytte closed her eyes and let the warm water flow over her body. It felt good, much better than the tepid showers in a cloning pod. No dribbling tepid water. No industrial carbolic soap. This water was as warm as she could stand it, there was plenty pressure in the stream, and the soap. The soap smelled of vanilla. Ytte felt something she realised she had missed for such a long time. She felt feminine, she felt like a lady again.

 

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