Copic Pale Cherry Pink COP-R11-S Pale Cherry Pink found herself standing outside the door of the Orange Detective Agency. Well, most of herself. Her upper torso had gone missing two days ago. In fact, it had been stolen! She had been manning her station as a secretary for a small privately-owned business agency when someone cut off the top of her body and ran away with it. She tried to get a glimpse of the suspect, but couldn't because her eyes were still on her upper torso, which was now missing. Pale Cherry Pink tried to get the authorities to help her in the matter, but they had tried to throw her in the morgue! The indignity! That's no way to treat an upper-middle-class lady! No, her only remaining option lied behind these doors, in the hands of a handsome and cunning sleuth-for-hire. Pale Cherry Pink knocked lightly on the door, and a deep, authoratative voice on the other side told her to let herself in. She walked through the door and, in a matter of divine timing, suddenly found herself overcome by an extreme case of the vapours. Much to her own horror, Pale Cherry Pink started spouting blood all over the burly private eye's office, coating his belongings and carpeting with her downpour of red rain. She was so overcome with emberassment from her outburst that she passed out unconcious onto his floor. When she awoke, the private eye was gone, and she was inside a large black bag, being filed alphabetically with the cadavers in the morgue. Oh great, not this again! .....there's more to her story at pendeavours.com |
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