Pendeavours- YR09 Chinese Orange

Chinese Orange's day started like any other. It was a normal day at the Orange Detective Agency. He was sitting at his desk, smoking a cigarette, wearing his  cap tilted over his right eye for that extra hard-boiled effect. Then a dame came knocking at his door. He could tell when it was a dame that was knocking. They had a certain lightness to their hand; if it were a big lug he'd just pound the door down, but not a dame. A dame just knocks lightly, two taps barely distinguishable to the ear. Chinese Orange had heard this particular knock many times before. He told her to let herself in, and in walked a tall pair of legs with a dark satin miniskirt attatched to it. Literally. That's all that walked in. The top of the skirt was shooting blood all over Chinese Orange's prized revolver collection, and the whole pile of lower torso collapsed onto the floor, pooling in it's own red juices. Chinese Orange got out from behind his desk to inspect the body. A clean cut. Yes, the top half of the torso had definitely been severed...but the question is by who? And where was the top half now? Chinese Orange pulled out a flask of whiskey from his back pocket and imbibed heavily from it. It was going to be a long day.

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Copic Sketch R11 Pale Cherry Pink

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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 The images and stories on this blog were created by Owen Cornish. Sadly, the images on this Blog cannot be bought due to bitterness and anger on the creator's part. But, you can view more of his creations at www.pendeavours.com where you buy the amazing Copic markers with which he has created his characters. Email him at info@pendeavours.com if you're interested in a T-shirt......you might be able to break through his bitterness in time... with your help I might be able to convince him. - Luke owner of www.pendeavours.com