Saturday, March 23, 2013

Roth & Korrigan


Escapade 2: The Closet




            James Roth cracked open an eye, head pounding in a threat to tear itself apart. Currently, he was awakening from unconsciousness, hands tied behind his back- his legs were bound in the same fashion, with a strong military-grade rope. Resignation made itself apparent in his sigh- he’d been bested by the mysterious figure on the moor, though Roth couldn’t help but suspect his apparent aggressor had a hidden accomplice. Willing his other eye to open, the adventurer noticed he was sitting upright within a dark closet of some kind-complete with coats, mothballs, shoes and the like- with Ms. Korrigan unconscious and bound as well. Currently, perhaps due to the small space, or some impishness on their captor’s part, she was resting in his lap, head on her companion’s chest.

            “Ms. Korrigan,” Roth whispered. She didn’t stir.

            “Ms. Korrigan.” He tried- a bit louder, only to garner no response.

            “Laurel!” This time, Roth whispered as loud as he dared; and the harsh address coerced his fallen friend into jerking awake- red lipstick stained his vest from where Korrigan’s face had taken support.

            “Mr. Roth?” Her voice was laced with confusion- there was no doubt, even as his accountant, that this was Korrigan’s first time being rendered inept. It was only Roth’s third time around as well- and the last two instances had been by falling objects, not mysterious foes in the fog.

            “If you would please be so kind as to get off me?” As it was somewhat uncomfortable for himself, Roth could only imagine what the situation could seem to Ms Korrigan, who was rather prudish for their generation. Even in the dark, he could see the shades of indignation make its way across her face- said face was whipped quickly away as she rolled off to sit at his side.

            “How long have we been out?” Ms. Korrigan had voiced the question on both of their minds.

            “I have no clue- our attackers seem to have taken my pocket watch.” They had taken a number of other things, such as his Swiss Army knife, his coat, his wallet, and his phone- not that he used it much anyway, but such a device could have been useful if it had gone unnoticed. Ms. Korrigan herself was missing her infamous pistol, as well as her own coat- which was really inconvenient- even with a closet full of coats, it was cold.

“Do you think they were after the Beast?” It was then that despair struck James like a gunshot- in his confused state he had failed to realize that the trail outside on the moor was had most probably gone cold, and the search for the famous Beast of Bodmin Moor would have to start from scratch.

            “I highly doubt it Ms. Korrigan-” Frustration seeped into his response. “If they were, they wouldn’t have taken the time to take us captive.”

            “…Identity theft isn’t in the budget Mr. Roth.”

            “I’m well aware- we must try to make our way out of this closet. Lean on me to try and stand, if you will Ms. Korrigan.” With a small grunt, Korrigan put her back against Roth’s shoulder and pushed her way up the wall. Her hands gripped his arm, once she had a secure foothold against a suitcase, and helped them both to stand upright on their feet.

             Just as an attempt was to be made on the door by Ms. Korrigan and her steel-heeled boots, the entrance to their unconventional prison swung open seemingly on its own.
     Again, I couldn't wait for next Saturday, so you guys get the next Escapade this week! I suppose I'm a bit impatient, so I might change the schedule time. Don't forget to leave a comment to tell me what you think!
                 -Writing Wolf

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Roth & Korrigan


Escapade 1: Bodmin Moor



           It was fairly dark on the moor, and the fog was so thick its current occupants struggled to move through it. Mr. James Roth was bent low to the ground, examining the imprints in the soil, while Ms. Korrigan, his companion of two years, held the lantern over his waves of curly brown.

            “Anything?” she asked as she cocked her pistol- one can never be too careful when hunting.

            “This is interesting.” They were currently at a crossway, where the beast had started down two paths, before continuing along a third. Ms. Korrigan bent to look at the paw prints Roth pointed out, her onyx curls spilling out of a messy bun over her shoulder.

            “Was it looking for something?”

            “Evidently.” His gloved digits lightly touched the marks where a nose was pressed to the ground. “See here, where it sniffed each path? Except for the third, and that was the one it chose to travel upon. Our clever Beast of Bodmin Moore used a disjunctive syllogism!” Mr. Roth quietly exclaimed. “Wouldn’t Marge and her Animal Rights Society get a kick out of that!”

            There was a distinct huff of discontent from Ms. Korrigan- she rather disliked the Mrs. Marge Thrace, having encountered her and personic racism one too many times.

            “Shall we continue?” In the early hours of morning, there was much to be desired for the young African American, such as a warm bath, and comfortable bed.

            “Naturally- we’re in the end game Ms. Korrigan- we can’t afford to lose him.”

            “Must we have a repeat of the Ama-”

            “This will be nothing like the Amazon, I swear it.” Roth, as a cryptozoologist and adventurer with a habitual travel bug, embarked on constant trips with Korrigan in tow from his Alaskan abode. This recent expedition to his ancestral home of England was in pursuit of the famous Beast of Bodmin Moore- and proof of a mythic creature to rub in the faces of hid zoological contemporaries.

            “Mr. Roth-” Korrigan’s rebuttal was cut prematurely as she fell with a sigh, lantern crashing to leave Roth in the darkness.

            “Ms. Korrigan?” he turned to find his friend lying unconscious in the dirt, pistol forgotten. There was a figure in the darkness, stooping over her form. “Oy!” Roth rushed towards it, noting the pole within its hand.

            The figure started with a preemptive strike, prompting Roth to counter with an over head block, feeling the sting of wood against flesh. He then struck, trying to aim for the general chest area, only to find his opponent was as skilled in unarmed combat as he. The fighting in the darkness was however, tilting in the figure’s favor- if Roth had his authentic katana at hand, he could make short work of Korrigan’s assailant- all he had equipped currently was his Swiss Army knife, and reaching for Korrigan’s pistol would give a break in his defenses. Just as he was about to lay a knee strike- KRAK!

            James could see his dreams slip through his fingers as his gaining unconsciousness painted the dark, foggy night even blacker.



Author's Note:
     And here begins our adventure...I sort of got too impatient waiting for Saturday. I might add a picture and I might not... it depends. I hope you enjoy this first post! Leave me a comment to tell me what you think!
                 -Writing Wolf