| A Typical Case...or Atypical Case? |
[14 Feb 2009|08:27pm] |
Veronica was on a case, and cases made her happy - buoyant, even downright joyful. It meant she was busy, with a purpose. While she liked to lose a day or two to trashy soap operas once in a while, this was a girl who was built to have a mission in her frame of mind. That maybe explained why she'd always liked getting homework assignments in school - something her parents had always found extremely odd in her. Even so, Veronica always found it an asset. With hard work and determination you could go far. Results spoke for themselves at every stage of life, which is why she'd gotten a case from the esteemed, wealthy, Mrs. Kilmer.
The Kilmers had no child, but Veronica was sure that if they had, he or she would have made the 09'ers proud in helping to torture her. You see, the Kilmers didn't strike Veronica as gracious people who could raise a child to be sweet or kind. So maybe it was a Godsend that Mrs. Kilmer never wanted to ruin her figure by having a child - opting to have two prize-winning poodles instead. Either way, they were typical people and this was a pretty typical case. A case of stolen jewelry. It seemed so Nancy Drew.
Veronica had almost believed it to be a joke when she got the frantic call. Afterall, Mrs. Kilmer explained that her most precious jewelry was kept in a locked safe. Why would someone steal just one necklace? But, the kicker? The safe was hidden behind a picture. Well, that was typical. And it meant that the culprit could be anyone who'd ever seen a heist movie, ever. Why did people have to be so cliche? Imagination could take you far!
Still, the case was real. And because Mars Investigations had a good reputation for getting things done, unlike other agencies - the case was Veronica's. Her Dad, Keith, was out of town on a different case. But she could handle this. Truth be told, she liked to work alone. Parking the car in the driveway of The Kilmer's ginormous driveway, Veronica lamented on the fact that she wasn't rich. But she'd hated to have become a rich brat like everyone else in this zip code.
Despite the driveway being so large, there were no other cars parked there. Veronica looked around. Cars...they would be...ah, in the even more massive garage to the left. Not like that's a waste of space or anything. Oh, rich people and their concepts of reality. I almost feel bad for them. But once I see even ONE diamond-enrusted statue shaped like a peacock, I'm done feeling bad. At some point you have to earn some common sense in life, and no one needs a peacock statue with diamonds. But one of a monkey? At least that would be cute. I could forgive that. Everbody loves a cute monkey.
Veronica pulled herself out of her thought-process of peacocks and monkies and started towards the looming double front doors.
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