Piper Franklin (pied) wrote in bellumletale, @ 2009-11-12 14:27:00 |
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E-mail
[Sent immediately before Piper shuts his laptop down to take a nap, immediately before his visit from Jane]
To: R1@bellumletale.com
From: 201@bellumletale.com
Subject: It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,a beautiful day for a neighbor.
My Dearest Darlingest Daniel,
This is the first in a series of e-mails to introduce you to your neighbors. Just call me Mr. Rogers.
So, I was going to start by telling you about 601, since I'm investigating him for my new employer, but given the anonymous post's obsession with P3 and 804, let's start there instead.
Does that work for you, sunshine? Good.
P3's name is Vlad, and he's rich as Croesus. He employs the stupidest bastard into the entire building - 1104, who everyone assumes has a big dick because he has a hottie for a wife. Well, P3 is, in my estimation, one of those men with enough money to buy your soul if he wanted to. He's outwardly handsome, suave, super cool and collected, but I wouldn't trust him as far as I could spit. I'm a nosy bastard, though, and I'm interested in finding out what makes him tick. I can't read him very well. All I can tell, really, is that he's dangerous and that he has a beautiful piano.
But, he pays well. In cash. And timely, too. What does he pay for, you ask?
I'll tell you, because I'm sweet like that.
He pays for information about 804.
804's name is Emil, and let me tell you, he is screwed in the head. The man is totally deranged. He goes around talking about death and murder all the time and shoving crime reports at people. Looks totally insane in the eyes. I've never really been around anyone insane, but this guy, his eyes don't look right. It's like he can snap any second. He doesn't let me in to fumigate, so I don't know what his place looks like.
He chums around with 601, which is why I'm hunting up information on him. Nothing yet, but I'll report back with a 601 AKA 'The Bus' recap as soon as I have one. I know, I know, you just can't wait.
Oh, you might have noticed P3 whining about the blood on his door. A little ways back, someone sloshed - and I mean sloshed - blood all over his door and tracked it out of the building. It was 804, if you ask me. Where the blood came from, though, that's the question.
And the funny thing is that everyone around here acts like this is the most normal stuff to ever happen. None of this stuff happened where I grew up. Did it happen where you grew up?
Lastly, and unrelated to all of the above: My answer to your previous e-mail is no. Have you ever considered that I might not want you to change?
Yours in annoyingness,
Pi