You'll Have to Get Away from You Know Who [Semper]

[Amelia Rodgers]

Amelia leaned against the railing, and peered down into the blue water below. People walked by. Some of them were couples in love. Some of them held fishing rods. Others were all alone, like her. But the fourteen-year-old was different. She was on a mission to find her inspiration.

Even her inspiration was different. It wasn't the sun setting in the horizon over a crisp, blue sea, thus giving inspiration to make a painting for an artist. Firstly, Amelia was an actress, not a painter, and another: her inspiration was a human; a human that had suddenly disappeared into thin-air.

Her name had been Chicago Eastlyn. Was she dead? Amelia wouldn't allow herself to believe that, just as she wouldn't let herself to believe that Chicago had ran away, either. Chicago must have been kidnapped, by her own fiancé, Semper Capone. Sure, the police had dismissed him as a suspect, but Amelia Rodgers, Private Eye, sure hadn't.

Amelia's heart thumped with excitement against the railing. Don't worry, Chicago, she thought, a dreamy look in her eyes, I'll find you. And I'll catch your stupid ex-fiancé, too!

In her mind, she could see herself rushing into a room, where Chicago sat, tied to a chair. As Amelia began to untie the missing girl, a large, fancy door opened, and there stood a bald, sharp-faced man holding an axe and twisting his handle-bar mustache - Semper Capone.

An evil grin spread on his face. "Heeeeeeeeeere's Semper!" Semper snickered, raising the axe high over his head. Chicago let out a muffled scream.

Semper charged at them. Ever the hero, Amelia immediately took action. She lifted her leg, and with a grunt, slammed it hard into Semper's midriff. Semper let out a shout of surprise as he dropped the axe and toppled to the ground. He glared at Amelia, growling, "Curse you, Amelia Rodgers, Private Eye! You drive me to the brink!"

"Save it for court, scum-bag!" Amelia grunted, forcing Semper to his feet and slapping hand-cuffs on his wrist.

And so, when she returned with Chicago and a cuffed Semper, she was treated like a hero! She even got her own float in a parade that was in honor of her! Amelia had her very own chapter in every history text-book in the world! Children looked up to her, told their parents they wanted to be her! She got a reality TV show, her own detective show, and a cartoon, to boot! Amelia was the most famous teenager in the world! HOORAY!

A sea-gull shrieked, forcing the demigod back to the real world. Sighing, Amelia left the railing and sat on a bench nearby. She let out a content sigh, holding up her head with her hands. The young girl imagined her version of Semper Capone, the bald guy twirling the mustache with one hand while holding an axe in the other. Amelia thought out loud, "Semper Capone..."

(ooc: Sorry if it's a little confusing.)

[Semper Capone]

I've had it. I've just had it with all this fucking angst and depression. I needed to do something about it, but what? I couldn't just keep drinking The Kick's entire alcohol supply until I was falling over every step, so there had to be something else. They say that exercise is a very good thing when you're angry or depressed, so I decided to take a walk. A very long walk.

Approximately three and a half hours later, I found myself walking barefoot along the beach, my boots slung over my shoulder by the laces, my other hand stuffed into the pocket of my cut-off frayed jean shorts. Tonight was my first night shift back at the fire department, so I also had on my dark navy blue Richmond Fire Rescue shirt on, and it slowly started reminding me of the old days. Back when everything was alright. Back when I could just walk across the hall and spend the night with Chicago. Back when I knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and who I wanted to spend it with. But it was all so different now; Chicago was gone. I was completely lost in my life. Sage and Tam and Hayley were really the only ones I could turn to in this situation and be able to understand what I was saying. I wasn't going to allow myself to vent to Sassifrass after what Kaleb told me about stressing her out and such, which only made me want to bottle things up again, but that always ended badly.

I ventured out onto the pier, being attacked by another flood of memories. The only other time I remember being out here was when I was thinking about killing myself when I wasn't fast enough to get to Chicago before Kaleb did. I almost did, too. Oh, so many times I've thought about just ending it all... I can't swim too good in the ocean, so what better way to kill myself other than going with what I can't do to save myself? As painful as drowning sounds, I figure it's a lot better than death by drugs.

As much as I figured Chicago was dead and how much I wanted to just kill myself so I could be with her, I knew that she wouldn't want that. She'd want me to be happy and just carry on, but how could I? I just couldn't do that without h--

"Semper Capone."

I turned around, spotting only one person within my hearing range. She looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't recall her name. "Yeah?" I answered, staying where I was and looking at her.


(( XDDDDD Naw, it was fine. I loved the HOORAY! part. <3 ))

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[Amelia Rodgers]

Amelia looked up, surprised. Somebody had heard her? Her face flushed red with embarrassment, dipping her head down in hopes that the tall boy would just ignore her and move on.

Whoa, wait a minute! Amelia suddenly looked up, her brown eyes wide, her face returned to its natural color. She got up and stepped a little closer to him, but as she did her confidence quickly waned away. Amelia fidgeted, her tongue seemingly paralyzed.

Finally, she manged to squeak out, "A-are you Semper Capone?"

Stupid question. If he wasn't, wouldn't he have said something along the lines of, "What about him", or maybe nothing at all.

Her face grew red again. Swallowing down a lump in her throat, Amelia added, "I-I need to talk to you."

[Semper Capone]

I stood there, waiting quietly for the girl to answer. She was so short... well, to me she was. This just all goes back to how I wish I was sometimes just average height. That way I wouldn't have to always look down at people, just like the way I was looking down at her right now. Hell, I didn't even know her name...

I nodded when she asked if I was Semper Capone. How many other 7'1" tall guys are there around in Richmond? I'd bet you anything that I'm the tallest guy in town. I don't like it very much, though.... I can't ever hide from anyone, so it's kinda hard to miss me.

When she asked if she could ask me things, the only thing I could think of was those fucking investigators that kept pestering me with the same questions over and over and over. I wanted to shoot them so bad, but that would've landed me in jail. Kaleb told me so himself. So instead of impaling her on the spot, I took my shoes off my shoulder and let them hang from my hand beside me, I shrugged. "Sure..." I sighed, really not looking forward to this.


((I'm so distracted right now. D: ))

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[Amelia Rodgers]

(ooc: Don't worry 'bout it none. I didn't give you a lot to work with anyway.

*PUTS ON RANDOM UNRELEVANT BAMF FACE!* DAT SIGNATURE.)

BIC: Amelia squirmed uncomfortably. Why did he have to be so tall? His size wasn't helping her confidence at all; in fact, it was swiftly corroding what was little left of it. I look like a garden gnome compared to him, Amelia thought, as she got on tippy-toes to make herself look taller.

Clearing her throat, Amelia spoke, "I'm Amelia Rodgers, Private Eye. I was a friend of Chicago Eastlyn..." She paused. A sudden flare of hatred sparked within her, as the words "friend of Chicago" reminded her of what Semper Capone had done to the poor girl.

"Your fiancé," she spat, hoping her reminder would bring guilt to his dark, stone-like heart. Amelia crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to look intimidating and serious. "Where were you on..."

She faltered. When had Chicago disappeared? Amelia knew it was at least a week ago, but it needed to be precise if she wanted to sound like the real-deal. Dang it! I should've broken into the police station, or something!

"...Where were you when Chicago Eastlyn disappeared?" Amelia questioned. "And what exactly were you doing?"

Partying it up with your other fiancé?[/color] the fourteen-year-old thought bitterly.

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[Amelia Rodgers]

(ooc: Semp and I have decided that bumping is the answer! *stakes no delete sign*)