True Crime
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A dark night in a city that knows how to keep a secret...
You wake up with a start, your head throbbing from the night before. What you wouldn't do for some kaopectate and an aspirin. You wipe the sleep out of your eyes and look around. Hmm... this hotel, not very familiar. The paintings on the walls are of purple grasslands that probably don't exist. The window covered in grime, leading out to a fire escape. The lights flicker from the cheesy desk lamp. You hear faint static from an ancient television, probably from before the 80's, it's rabbit ears pointing up to the sky for a signal that just isn't there anymore.
As you come to your senses, you notice something is off. "I'll be damned," you think. There's a dead dame right next to you in bed, her eyes glaring with blame, piercing your very core.
You let out a grunt and get out of bed. Oddly enough, this is not the first time this has happened to you.
A sudden knock on the door.
"OPEN UP, NOIR. WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE."
Coppers. You quickly put your clothes on as you hear the fuzz preparing to knock the door in.
What do you want to do?
1d100 dice, under 60 gets you more time, over 60 let's you get out via the fire escape
Rolled 52 (1d100)
>>45119
"Here we go again."
>>45157
With the extra time I have, I find a rucksack and pack any essentials. I quickly skim through my apartment, if I find nothing then I place a chair by the door and head to the fire escape.
>>45157
>>45200
The police are having quite a bit of trouble getting into the room, allowing you enough time to look around the room. You remember it's not your apartment, but a strange hotel. You burp, the taste of bourbon and regret in your throat.
You find the dame's purse and look at her ID. Stephanie Kazamakis. Greek-sounding, maybe. You take her cash and another book of matches. You look under the bed. Nothing. You open the drawers. Gideon's Bible, more loose change, and a condom wrapper.
You go into the bathroom and take a whiz. As you wash up, you notice something. A message on the mirror in bright red lipstick. "Cadmium Club, 552 W 52nd St".
You place the chair at the door, but you can tell it's not holding up very long. You head to the fire escape and take one last look around before you duck out the window.
You safely get down to the alley and walk casually towards the main drag, hailing a cab.
"Where to, mac?"
Rolled 59 (1d100)
>>45119
Make sure the door is locked, bolted, and then push a piece of furniture in front of it to buy yourself more time.
>>45200
dice+1d100
Kiss the dead woman on the forehead before leaving
>>45272
Brooklyn, a block down from an underground bar I know
>>45272
Don't go to the club. It'll be the first place the cops look when they get in the room.
We need to know who the broad was. Do we have any friends who knew what we were up to last night?
Rolled 82 (1d100)
>>45272
Just drive outta there. Once your in the clear, find out bout the broad.
>>45319
Would they not be at the bar?
>>45272
Also what year is it? It feels like it's the early to mid 90s.
>>45311
The cab driver floors it, weaving in and out of traffic like a mad man. You make it to the underground bar in record time, tipping the cabbie a fair amount for expediting the ride.
You enter the underground bar, and immediately the bartender flashes you a look. He nods towards a door in the back, and you follow his lead.
"Goddamnit, Noir, what the hell happened last night?! I got the fuzz sniffing around here asking about you. I told them you left last night at 10pm, but word on the street is you killed a dame?"
He sees the confusion in your eyes as he pours you a shot of bourbon from his private stock. Not wanting to be rude, you drink it, feeling a bit sick.
You tell the Lou the Bartender you have no idea what happened last night. He doesn't look like he believes you. The bells from the outside door chime and Lou goes to take care of a customer.
You've only known Lou for a few years, probably since the housing bubble burst and you started drinking again, after your wife left you and you had to get back into the P.I. gig. Can't tell yet if he's trustworthy. Taking a bit to pour those drinks out there.
You light a cigarette and wonder... Do you sneak out the back way or try to talk to Lou some more at the bar?
>>45392
"Eh, fuhgeddabout Lou. He seems pretty stressed tonight. I'll catch up later."
Noir chooses to sneak out the back.
Rolled 62 (1d100)
>>45392
Lou covered for me, but it's a stretch to rely on him completely. Try to sneak out of the back of the bar.
>>45425
>>45439
You sneak out the back. As you pass by the front of the bar, you cautiously look in the window. Just a few drunks. Good ol' Lou.
You head to the street, head a little fuzzy from that last shot. It's only 9am, and you're still a bit drunk from last night.
You start walking and pop a few tums in your mouth. Where are you going now?
You can safely check out the Cadmium Club, as it's closed now. Or maybe head back to your loft. Or back to the hotel. Maybe skip town...
Rolled 58 (1d100)
>>45488
Skip town.
>>45488
Dig through a trash can and find today's paper. Need to catch up on some news.
>>45505
>>45511
You take the subway to the parking garage where you store your classic 1960's convertible. You glance at the man reading the newspaper next to you. Headlines are all the same. Politician caught in scandal... terrorists killing their own... some major sports event happening this weekend... the news never changes.
You get to the garage and find your car. You let the top down and drive out, putting on your sunglasses.
As you reach the freeway, you notice a gridlock. That's right. Rush hour traffic in the city is a bitch. You can sit in your car for another few hours, or you can turn around and try to figure out who's framing you for murder. Or if you drank so much last night that you did that yourself. Your call.
>>45554
With a sigh, Noir decides to drive to the Cadminum Club.
Also what year is it
>>45554
Get out of that gridlock, you'll just waste time.
>>45554
can we skip town
>>45574
You get off the exit and head to W 52nd St. For some reason, you realize it's been almost 25 years since the theatrical release of the Mighty Ducks, reminding you that it is, in fact, 2016.
You arrive at the Cadmium Club. The lights are off, and the door is locked. You take your gun out and head towards the back. Using the butt of your gun, you break a window and climb in.
It's dark inside, stinks of cigarettes and cheap perfume. You cautiously look around, taking it all in. Just a run-of-the-mill strip club, nothing special. Except...
You notice a sign near the front door that reads "HONEY DUVALL, ONE NIGHT ONLY" and last night's date under that. The picture just happens to be the same broad that is rotting in the hotel room you just left.
So she was a traveling stripper, maybe. Or a porn star who stripped. Either way, she was a big enough deal to get her own sign and a night designated to her.
You look around a bit more, but there is nothing more of interest here. You holster your gun and head back outside, but something is different.
"HEY BUDDY," you hear someone slur. You look down and see a homeless man under a pile of garbage. "HEY BUDDY, IT'S ME. YOU GOT ANOTHER CIGARETTE?"
You reach into your pocket and light two cigarettes, giving him one and taking a long drag out of the other. You ask him how he knows you.
"You were here last night," he says. "That famous stripper lady left with some black guy and you followed them, muttering something about church or something. Got another one?"
You give him another smoke and walk away, as he remembers nothing else of last night.
Church... hmm... John Church is the man who's been banging one of your clients' wives. Might be a good idea to pay him a visit. Or you can skip town.
Rolled 63 (1d100)
>>45708
Search the club for a little bit to find any clues or loot
>>45757
You loot the club, taking an ash tray, some more loose change, and a busted bic lighter. You look behind the bar, grabbing a baseball bat and a lime.
What now, Einstein.
Rolled 69 (1d100)
>>45789
Go to Church's place, unless I have to pass through gridlock. Skip town if this is the case.
>>45789
Go find church
>>45889
Part 2 soon?
>>45927
definitely, just not tonight
