The Needlehole Mysteries [2]

Apparently.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ringu

that's too hipster.

*weeaboo

Hipster weeaboo? Do they only watch obscure animes ironically?

4 every reference you get, there's 50 you don't, i smoke imported cigarettes ffs, i am more hipster than you could ever possibly dream

Smoking never makes you hip CC12 35.

never.

Ally wrote:Hipster weeaboo? Do they only watch obscure animes ironically?

Anime died with Gundam 0079.

You're just too hipster for me *showers in anime magazines while reading mayonnaise*

Ringo yawned, hiding his gaping face behind his hand. He was not raised in a barn, after all.
Nora tapped her foot repeatedly, giving the man by the breakfast table a this-ain't-up-discussion-pretty-boy stare. Ok, maybe Ringo added the 'pretty boy' in his mind, but she didn't have to know that.

- Seriously! I managed to get him out of bed, you get him to eat. I've got to go pretend we've been looking for that missing cat for hours already.

Ringo saluted her.
- Yes, mother!
- And no kissing!
- Aww...
He put on a mock sad face. She rolled her eyes, put on her blue cool coat in that swishing manner she had practiced and left. About the same time, Eldo came shuffling from the bathroom.

Ringo beamed at him.
- Good morning, sunshine!
Being used to early mornings and little sleep in the military did have it's perks.

- Have a seat. See? Bacon, eggs, lots of water.

Eldo mumbled something and slumped down on his seat. Ringo laughed as the taste of hot, perfectly prepared bacon seemed to bring the hungover man back to life.

- Mmmmmmmh... I was worried Nora had made breakfast.
- She poured the water?
- I'm willing to risk it.
- Yeah, your quite the bad boy now.

Eldo swallowed and waved his fork at Ringo.
- Not my fault. I've gotten involved with the wrong crowd.
- You mentioned Amarië. Where you serious?
- Um...
- No! You were not making out with Am...
- Don't be ridiculous. Apparently she doesn't like to see us fighting.
- So now Amarië is our mother?
- Not so sure she's the maternal type.
- If you're raising dragons. Quick with shirts though...
- Yeah... What?

Both men exchanged a quick stare, then burst out in laughter.
- Well then Ringo, what did she do to you?
- Lessons in nutrition.

Eldo lifted his water mug in a mock toast.
- What not to wear.
- Lets never speak of this again.
- Agreed! More water please, I am dying.

Ringo snickered. The man was a mess, but held up admirably. It's a good thing that they only had CC's cat to worry about today. Ringo for one was hoping they would be successful, in particular he hoped it would be he who found the cat. CC worked at Ally’s esoteric bubble baths and poetry, which seemed to be Ringo's last hope of finding a steady second job.

Eldo had swalled down his second helping of bacon and eggs, and sighed contently. They left the washing up for later and hoped Nora wasn't too annoyed with them.

Eldo put his hand in his jacked pocket and found the card.
- Lance? The only Lance I know of around here is son of Prance, the pony and cart salesman. Why do... Oh... Ahem...

Ringo snickered at the flushed cheeks.

- So... You gonna call him?

{{{Is he gonna call? Damn it... phone battery dying... need charger}}}

Amairë wrote:He put on a mock sad face. She rolled her eyes, put on her blue cool coat in that swishing manner she had practiced and left. About the same time, Eldo came shuffling from the bathroom.

oh dear lord the contrast  i love it <3

- Mmmmmmmh... I was worried Nora had made breakfast.
- She poured the water?
- I'm willing to risk it.

heeey!

the good thing about painting is: i get lots of time to think out new ideas for fanfic 

Do any of those ideas involve axe murder, or is that limited to your appearance when you get off the job?

harpoon Eldo, harpoon..

Norc wrote:harpoon Eldo

 

Please be gentle with me.

meeeh.. you'll see..

- So... You gonna call him?
 
 “erm… i was hoping to avoid it” Eldo answered into his cup of coffee. 
“what, no, you should definitely call him.” 
“why?”
"He seemed interested in you" Ringo said seriously. "Might do you good.. get some new inf-"
"I'm not gay."
"so you keep telling me."
“Are you two coming? I’ve been standing here for ages and this pony chart is getting more and more expensive by the minute!” Nora yelled from the hallway. “that cheap bastard Elthir doesn’t cover renting of pony charts any more do you hear? If u guys don’t hurry up, I’m not gonna pay this!”
“yepp that’s our cue Eldo.” Eldo moaned as he dragged himself up from the chair and followed Ringo outside.
 
“Remind me again, Nora, why we are renting a pony chart today rather than using the police’s own charts?” Ringo said as they started off down the road. It was raining heavily outside and it was dripping in from the roof.
“What rock have you been living under these last couple of weeks, Ringo?”
“New regime. Massive cut-down.” Eldo seemed to only be able to talk in short sentences now, his hand pressed hard against his forehead. “Elthir. That cheap bastard.”
“headache?” Nora asked.
“yupp.”
“you deserve it.”
“fuck you”
“anytime”
Ringo rolled his eyes.  “And this new regime is?” there was an aaaargh from Eldo and he started rubbing his temples like a lunatic. “it’s moving… oh.. god.. stop. Stop the….”
“well, Elthir thinks it’s too expensive (“stoooop..”) to let us drive around in these fancy police charts whenever we have a case, especially (“aaaaah…. Stop..”) one as ridiculous as CC’s cat. So instead of that, we have to fix transport ourselves on minor cases (“stop the bloody…”) or have our own (“stop”), we get paid a little more if we use our own, and if anything needs repairing or cleaning (“please.. I gotta”) we have to pay ourselves. He doesn't have to give out insurances etc. saves a bit on it, it costs extra for us, because we have to rent a chart or walk… and we always get the obscure cases far aw- ELDO! Stop moaning! What is it?!” 
“I gotta, u gotta-blurgh”
“ewwww! Eldooo! Give us a warning..”
“I tried to…”

  “so this new chart thing.. it’s just like in fjordianland?” Ringo asked as they approached CC’s house. Eldo was taking a power nap in the now stinking, rented, leaking chart.
“yes… I think some fjordian ambassador must have tipped him” Nora said threw locked teeth. “that stupid cow, why does she want to make everything so difficult for us.. damn it.”
“I dunno” Ringo said, but secretly he was quite pleased. This meant he’d have an even better reason to buy a chart; he would get paid a little extra if he used it at work.
Nora rang the doorbell and awaited CC’s arrival. Out of previous knowledge this could take five seconds or a millennium.  
“why are u so cheery?”
“nothing.”
“nothing?”
.
.
.
“so,” Nora said in a nonchalant tone “do you think Eldo will call this Lance son of Prance?” Ringo shrugged, but before he could answer they started coughing like mad as their lungs got filled with thick, purple, esoteric smoke. 
“C*cough*C” Nora pressed out with tears in her eyes. “Hi*cough*” Ringo couldn’t get a word out so he just showed her his badge.
“come in strangers for you have walked on fields of gold”
Coughing up his lungs, Ringo wondered if this was all worth it and if he ever found that cat he would kill it.

I'll re-read the last few posts and this one so I can see it in context when I have more time. I liked it on a first read-through, though!

Its taken me a while but, I really like this fanfic ! thankgod Eldo has a sense of humour ! I love the way Norc & Amarie bounce ideas between each other & how it all fits, its really very funny !

azriel wrote:thankgod Eldo has a sense of humour !

I'm just used to it by now.

 

Glad u like it Az ^^ it's a very funny story to write


so Eldo, u don't have a sense of humor? 

though it's ringdrotten i hope is gonna take this well... poor him.. does he even know what we say about him?

Norc wrote:so Eldo, u don't have a sense of humor? 

Who, me?