PigLick on 6/3/2006 at 13:40
25 whores in the room next door.
Phydeaux on 6/3/2006 at 13:48
With my head already buzzing from cheap whine, the bullets wizzing past my ears and the police sirens in the distance made the ruined city sound like a angry hornets' nest; the nest I stirred up the moment Don Angelo's mistriss knocked on my door, and I said "come in".
NyquistLimit on 6/3/2006 at 16:08
The thick acidic smog burned my eyes as I forced open the decrepit window. It penetrated my lungs, causing the kind of damage my 40-a-day habit could only dream of.
or:
I looked down; the smog hung menacingly above the barren streets of the city below, a permanent reminder of the blanket of corruption encompassing this decaying hellhole.
Starrfall on 6/3/2006 at 16:26
I had a feeling I was going to regret taking the job, but when you've got a bookie with the temperment of a retarded pitbull, hands like sides of beef and an eyebrow ridge you could set your lowball on, money is money.
Thirith on 6/3/2006 at 16:29
Quote Posted by PigLick
25 whores in the room next door.
Twenty-five
dead whores in the room next door, and I was out of smokes.
Malygris on 6/3/2006 at 16:46
The harsh light of the bleeding morning sun was a mule-kick to my eyeballs, and my gin-soaked gut felt like it'd gone one round too many with the champ on a cold, desperate Hoboken night in November.
ZylonBane on 6/3/2006 at 16:47
It was a dark and stormy night.
Gestalt on 6/3/2006 at 16:56
Not very noirish, that. Besides, you left out the rest of the sentence:
Quote Posted by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
Mr.Duck on 6/3/2006 at 19:22
There was something about her smile that made me think of cotton candy and licorice, but that smokin gun of hers told me to keep my distance faster than a priest inside a kindergarden. Lucky for me, I`m the stubborn type as I quickly pulled out ´Sally´ and exchanged a few comments of my own. She was an attentive listener, they all were whenever I introduced them to ´Sally´.
Mortal Monkey on 6/3/2006 at 19:27
It's bad enough that you slagbasted frumps nicked "noir" in the first place, no need to bastardize it further.
