[In a gruff, gravelly voiceover] Bordham’s not the city she used to be. Oh, there’s money alright, and the rich and famous still throw lavish parties, but she’s gone cold–cold, and soulless. She’s love you all night long, and then leave you drowning in a ditch when you fall, the click of her heels on the pavement the last thing you hear.
She’s a cold dame, but she’s hard to walk away from, especially when you’re trying to keep her streets safe. A lot of crooked cops roam the city now, but not Bix and Haven. They don’t get fancy medals or money for it; more often than not, it’s a verbal thrashing from Chief Jahani for doing the right thing. The right thing ain’t always pretty, see. But they do it anyway, even if it means a deal in a back alley from the woman in Motley, or crossing paths with lounge singer and rumored murderess Kit. You do the job that has to be done, or you die trying.
She’s a cold city, Bordham, no doubt. Cold, dark, and dangerous, like a gun in your hand, or a the dame on your arm that smiles a little too wickedly. Maybe you’ll get lucky, though, and it’ll be the dame that kills you, not the gun.
This is Kit’s Noir Friend Fiction. Feel free to go wild with hyperbole, comedy, and general over-the-top silliness. But remember! It’s at least ostensibly noir.
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Storium Narrators (StoriumNarratorTeam)
Started 01/24/15.
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License
