Post by Twilight Prince on Aug 17, 2006 11:21:33 GMT -5
IT TAKES A THIEF TO CATCH A THIEF
Ch. 1
The small town of Redbrook had been, for decades, a peaceful village. This little slice of paradise located in the middle of nowhere had remained undiscovered by tourists, thereby securing its sleepy, happy feeling.
Money was not needed in large quantities in Redbrook, for there was simply not that much to buy, and nothing else to use currency on other that the occasional bet to see who could catch the most fish in the river, or who could run down the big hill the fastest. However, the desire for financial content was, of course, felt within the hearts of the village's inhabitants. But you couldn't blame them, right? After all, they were only human.
By square mile, Redbrook was actually quite a fair size, but considering population, Redbrook was the smallest town for hundreds of miles. With less than forty people, everyone in Redbrook knew each other, as was probably expected of most people, other than your typical recluse, which didn't exsist in the village.
Marley Rhodeson, a townsperson who had lived in Redbrook all her life, was one of the cheery, friendly people that you'd normally see in Redbrook. Nearing her early twenties, Marley, like most of the townspeople, was well-aquainted with every villager, and could be seen wandering around town, stopping to greet others and help out those in need. Everyone loved Marley, for she was kind, very pretty, and exremely intelligent.
She had long, dark brown hair that reached a little below her shoulders, wore casual street clothes, and walked around in normal black tennis shoes with white laces. But the most memorable thing about her was her deep, blue-green eyes. Marley, as mentioned before, was well-known, but her eyes were always thought of when she was mentioned.
On this casual Saturday morning, she ate breakfast and said good-bye to her grandmother, who she lived with, and took her usual stoll outside. She enjoyed listening in on the latest gossip topics, and this time, they were all about a man named Albert Graven, who, it appeared, was an expert at personal bank account managing, and had helped hundreds of people achieve what they called "Financial Heaven." Very appealing.
Eventually, the news spread all over Redbrook that this Albert Graven was arriving in Redbrook in the afternoon. Marley, out of pure boredom, followed the large crowd of at least three-fourths of Redbrook's residents to the bus stop, where they waited, chatting excitedly.
Finally a large blue bus appeared and a man who looked to be about over twice Marley's age stepped out, and was greeted by the swarm of villagers. Marley watched him from a distance, and this is what she gathered:
He was extremely clean, with a fancy gray suit complete with a black hat, and looked to be proud and expensive. He had dark, graying hair, and everyone in the crowd began intoducing themselves to him, fighting for the front of the line. Woe be to the poor person who was stationed in the back of the group, for they would probably not get a chance to meet this person, much less see them, until at least three hours.
Marley watched him, and a sudden cold feeling swept her. Something about this person seemed suspicious. She couldn't quite place it.
She pondered this as she walked away. Suddenly a voice from behind said:
"What are you thinking about?"
Marley smiled without turning around. She recognized that voice.
Quigley Quinton walked up beside her and smiled back. He and Marley had known each other their whole lives, and had been dating for the past two years.
"How did you know I was thinking?" Marley asked him.
"You walk crookedly when you're thinking hard about something," he said. "What's on your mind?"
"It's that Graven guy," said Marley. "Something about him just doesn't seem trustworthy."
Quigley thought for a moment too, before saying:
"Do you know why you have that feeling?"
"No. I can't place it." Marley thought harder. " It's just....."
She couldn't figure it out.
"Something..."
......To Be Continued......
Ch. 1
The small town of Redbrook had been, for decades, a peaceful village. This little slice of paradise located in the middle of nowhere had remained undiscovered by tourists, thereby securing its sleepy, happy feeling.
Money was not needed in large quantities in Redbrook, for there was simply not that much to buy, and nothing else to use currency on other that the occasional bet to see who could catch the most fish in the river, or who could run down the big hill the fastest. However, the desire for financial content was, of course, felt within the hearts of the village's inhabitants. But you couldn't blame them, right? After all, they were only human.
By square mile, Redbrook was actually quite a fair size, but considering population, Redbrook was the smallest town for hundreds of miles. With less than forty people, everyone in Redbrook knew each other, as was probably expected of most people, other than your typical recluse, which didn't exsist in the village.
Marley Rhodeson, a townsperson who had lived in Redbrook all her life, was one of the cheery, friendly people that you'd normally see in Redbrook. Nearing her early twenties, Marley, like most of the townspeople, was well-aquainted with every villager, and could be seen wandering around town, stopping to greet others and help out those in need. Everyone loved Marley, for she was kind, very pretty, and exremely intelligent.
She had long, dark brown hair that reached a little below her shoulders, wore casual street clothes, and walked around in normal black tennis shoes with white laces. But the most memorable thing about her was her deep, blue-green eyes. Marley, as mentioned before, was well-known, but her eyes were always thought of when she was mentioned.
On this casual Saturday morning, she ate breakfast and said good-bye to her grandmother, who she lived with, and took her usual stoll outside. She enjoyed listening in on the latest gossip topics, and this time, they were all about a man named Albert Graven, who, it appeared, was an expert at personal bank account managing, and had helped hundreds of people achieve what they called "Financial Heaven." Very appealing.
Eventually, the news spread all over Redbrook that this Albert Graven was arriving in Redbrook in the afternoon. Marley, out of pure boredom, followed the large crowd of at least three-fourths of Redbrook's residents to the bus stop, where they waited, chatting excitedly.
Finally a large blue bus appeared and a man who looked to be about over twice Marley's age stepped out, and was greeted by the swarm of villagers. Marley watched him from a distance, and this is what she gathered:
He was extremely clean, with a fancy gray suit complete with a black hat, and looked to be proud and expensive. He had dark, graying hair, and everyone in the crowd began intoducing themselves to him, fighting for the front of the line. Woe be to the poor person who was stationed in the back of the group, for they would probably not get a chance to meet this person, much less see them, until at least three hours.
Marley watched him, and a sudden cold feeling swept her. Something about this person seemed suspicious. She couldn't quite place it.
She pondered this as she walked away. Suddenly a voice from behind said:
"What are you thinking about?"
Marley smiled without turning around. She recognized that voice.
Quigley Quinton walked up beside her and smiled back. He and Marley had known each other their whole lives, and had been dating for the past two years.
"How did you know I was thinking?" Marley asked him.
"You walk crookedly when you're thinking hard about something," he said. "What's on your mind?"
"It's that Graven guy," said Marley. "Something about him just doesn't seem trustworthy."
Quigley thought for a moment too, before saying:
"Do you know why you have that feeling?"
"No. I can't place it." Marley thought harder. " It's just....."
She couldn't figure it out.
"Something..."
......To Be Continued......
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