Tag: Kowalski's Log

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  • The Exam

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] Friday the thirteenth, day of my exam. The test would be on late morning at the Redmond City Hall. A building, centuries old and in a condition of decay as the rest of the district. Babsie was more …

  • The Golf Course Twist

    h4. Simlog #37, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Tyrell Office "It's early morning. I got a call of The Working Girls, Roger. My friends from the Kid's Corner. They wanna check out that illegal trailer park at that Willow Run Golf complex. I post you …

  • Drop Bottom

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] It's not looking good for me. After the loss of my team in this disaster in the illegal settlement on the Seattle, Redmond landfill, better known as the Rat's Nest my days have been dark. After …

  • A New Job

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The cold February smog was creeping down the side alleys of Touristville aka Redmond, Redmond district. A rotten couple of bad maintained streets filled with glamorous and cheap AR bric-a-brac about …

  • Neighbourhood

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The stationary aged _telecom_ from the sixties turned back to this fuckin' "tunes":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JB0QttTMTGk everytime I try to switch it to a different radio on the broadcast …

  • Job Description

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] She had a black eye. "Is this the one your pimp left you?" "Nah. Virgil is a cutie. Cares for me. Never hits me in the face", she said, slurping her noodles in between. "But he hit you yesterday. …

  • Crooks and Nooks

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] I went roving tonight, see what's up, find some nice places, drink some beer, meet interesting people, knock them out, mess the places, spill the beer into the gutter. Fun. First stop was to take …

  • After Midnight

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] I woke up because of a scream. Before I got up, I had my hand on the Taser that I glued under my desk, but it was only 'Do you like elves'. She had fallen off the couch, crying. Aching I lifted my …

  • The Day After

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] She was turned on like a Christmas Tree, "here's your breakfast":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0h25Brp2Jk , and she put a bookshelf with the "American Hero Breakfast" from Bumble Bee on my desk. " …

  • You are innocent when you dream

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] It was short midnight when I heard her scream and turned the "radio off":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95gu6758320 that was playing this old tune. I turned from my desk and could see her vanishing …

  • Toxic

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] I put some of the money into patches and things from the drugstore, together with that medpack I found in the car it was enough and I considered her not hurt so much that I had her to take to a …

  • Rain Dogs

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] Outside I could hear the "rain drops.":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE-qGObGWO0 I could hear how they were drumming against the scratchy flimsy plastic window that keeps the streets out of my …

  • As I Sat Sadly By Her Side

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] We were walking back to the office in "silence.":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTJxEtpeAFg&proxmate=us I opened the office and she slipped in. The silence was like something touchable in the air. …

  • Walking the Dog

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] She was still sleeping in my arm, one of the things I don't feel are all right but she insisted. And I had not the heart to push her away. She was slowly waking up when the coffee machine started to …

  • Blue Valentines

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] "I won't stay here and bore me to death. I am absolutely able to earn my money", she said looking down from the window to her corner, "I won't let you make a child of me that is dependent." "Okay. …

  • Ain't No Rain Anymore

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] "It ain't gonna rain today,":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGWq4bC29as&feature=youtu.be&proxmate=us that's what the weather forecast says. But big squalls of the stuff that should not happen today …

  • Train Crash

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The moment I opened my eyes, she kissed me softly 'Good Morning'. Lying on my belly, soft as a feather. Naked down to our hips, she rubbing softly on me, while her lips were giving me those 5000 …

  • Devils Twist

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] I awoke in the dusty cold night. I bumped my head at the first moving and a bottle of whiskey was rolling down to the floor with a tinkering like silver, sweet and seductive but only filled with …

  • The Pact

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] It was late morning, the daylight had taken over the pale lights of the night, but the heavy wind and rain had not stopped. The streets were deserted and no sound penetrated the office but the …

  • Good Ol' Boys

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] She was on her addicts counseling at NuYou, while I tried to make some street contacts. Means I was sitting in my bar the "Old Firehose" at the old Redmond fire departement, with those dancing …

  • Fast Women and Slow Horses

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] We got up early. It's a simple job to do. Client is a woman suspecting her husband to cheat on her. 250 per day, inclusive expenses. Bunny was quite excited about it and put her sports-bag full with …

  • Not On The Fucking Phone

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] "What do we do now?" She stared at me. "You are the cop, are you?" "If we give this to the cops, we're as good as dead. At least we can throw our lives away. You want that?" We were driving fast …

  • Survivalists

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] A masked courier was meeting us. Burned the RFID chips in our clothes with a device, that I identified as an illegal Tag Eraser, possession is a federal crime, took the chip with the recording and …

  • Bug Out

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] Around six o'clock an Ares Humvee Civic was pulling himself out of the streaming rain. "Jump in! Jump in! You're Terry and Dirk?", the tough build orc woman in outdoor fit was just leaning out of …

  • The Long Trail

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The unpleasant heavy rain in the hills was changing to a cold sleet on our way up the slope after an hour. Everybody was just concentrating on the setting of their feet while we were walking in line …

  • Peek of the Day

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] We were thrown out of sleep to wake by some rattling noise in the camp. Rubbing my eyes the fire had gone out and Dan who should have held watch had fallen asleep on the other side of the fire, …

  • Inside the Rabbit Hole

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The next morning started with a mild shock. The air hole had been closed by snow over the night and we suffered of asphyxiation, with a bad headache, until we let in fresh air. That was the second …

  • Blizzard Entertainment

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The blizzard was wailing the whole night and the day. We used the time to try to dry our clothes, but the small snow cave filled with five persons made it difficult, we had to vent air inside every …

  • In Deep Snow

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] We broke up our camp in the early morning light. Snow still falling and sight was limited. But the longer we have waited, the deeper would have become the snow. So Richard whipped us out. The white …

  • Down By The Riverside

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] The next morning had good and "bad news.":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xzr_GBa8qk The good news were, that Skylar had managed to survive the coldness without any harm. The bad news was, that she …

  • Indian Country

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] We were preparing our breakfast in the morning, when Babsie turned her head, listening downstream. "Someone's coming." "What?" "I heard something." I only had time to grab the rifle and load it, …

  • Stupid Questions

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] "I think he's coming back", a male voice said that I didn't hear before. "Good thing that he is or he would have slept over the best part." I opened my eyes. "What has happend?" Tiffany, the …

  • Replay

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] Roughly they shook us awake in the morning. Babsies clothes were still a bit wet and she didn't dared to get up. The others were already awake, they cut us lose and cut the restraints on the legs, …

  • Wrap it Up

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] Babsie had said, that she really has to think about this PI thing. "What about this instead? I stand at my corner and we share the money? That's hell of a shit job, but not as bad as this." I …

  • New Toys

    h4. Simlog #1, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]] White noise, then changing to colorful pixels a face emerges from chaos. Hands come into view, distorted sound. Fragments of words "…no…" "…fit…" "…like this." Hands become sharper, the visual forms into …

  • Alone in the Dark

    h4. Simlog #13, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]] Going along a dark lit corridor. Passing door 202, 201 a backyard outside. Rain drumming on the hood of her parka. It's dark outside, cold. Raindrop hits her face, running down on her lip and tastes sour …

  • The Tootsie Snuff Case

    h4. Simlog #14, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]] [Noise] Title blinking "Molly's Corner" Heavy sleet leaving slush on the pavement. She's looking down, fighting for her balance. Feet are feeling wet and cold. A corner with a lantern. A couple of …

  • Pawns and Queens

    h4. Simlog #21, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]] Office You see her naked legs and feet, her leaning with her back at the window frame. A cold gust of wind is coming in, and she is looking down on the wet streets. It's somewhere midday and she has the …

  • The Pawn Shop

    h4. Simlog #22, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Pawn Shop She was walking down the steps of a subterranean entry, the walls of corroded brick that were eaten by acid rain and stained by black smut. An in deep blue enameled, on the edges rusted metal …

  • Noodle Corner

    h4. Simlog #23, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Noodle Corner She is recording, sitting on a stool at a Chinese noodle shop, a cart parked on the curb. Cheap neon signs with Chinese letters on it advertise their products. But the only thing she seems …

  • Laid Dirty

    h4. Simlog #24, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Laid Dirty She's waking up, her hands cuffed. This time she is feeling the cold steel of real cuffs on her hands. She is lying in the backseat of a patrol car, her bag nowhere she can see it. Her …

  • Doing Exercises

    h4. Simlog #25, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Doing Exercises She was still smoking and her hand shaky. The tears were blurring her vision and the overwhelming feeling of fear and paranoia together with some paralysis of certain death was having …

  • Way Back

    h4. Simlog #26, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Way Back She is sitting on the edge of the bed, putting her pants on, stuffs her shirt in and wipes away her tears with the back of her hand. Carefully evading the needles on floor she packs her gear …

  • Dodge The Bullet

    h4. Simlog #27, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]] The silencer is cold and of blue steel. It tastes like weapons oil and burnt cordite and is hard to bite with the teeth. And it is on the bad end of an Ares Light Fire. She is standing with the back of …

  • Female Role Model

    h4. Simlog #28, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]] "What's this shit!" Babsie is standing up, while Botch is trying to place himself between Van and her to block the line of sight. "Van, just keep cool, okay?" "This is shit! Is this the shit life is …

  • The Girls

    h4. Simlog #29, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Kids Corner The rain is slowing down a bit to some uncomfortable drizzling. She is nifty steering the rusty scooter through the traffic of a friday night until she slows down and parks under one of the …

  • Tribal Annie

    h4. Simlog #30, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Mad Woman She is driving along a row of parked scooters and motorbikes, then finding a place to park. The neon sign "Mad Woman" together with a couple of AR dancing ads hovering over the street make up …

  • Upper Class

    h4. Simlog #31, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], VIP lounge, Mad Women The room she is shoved in is cooled by an aircon, the smell of snuff and smoke is in the air. A couple of tables with obviously rich people in them and their cheap slummy …

  • Chopping Up

    h4. Simlog #32, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Roadblock's InstaFix Garage She's riding on her scooter through that rusty gate on the backyard, where the hulks of cannibalized cars pile up three stories. She's killing the engine just in front of a …

  • Who Snuffed the Tootsie

    h4. Simlog #33, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Tyrell Office She is doing some recherche on the net. "Okay, Kowalski. I'm on the eve of the second day. I've found out, that Hyundai is not a Japanese corporation but a Korean. And the Korean are the …

  • Cars and Bars

    h4. Simlog #34, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Tyrell Office She's putting on her clothes, talking: "I reported the ongoing search results to Jennie this morning. I'm a bit tired, but it's okay. Kowalski will not return before monday, so I either …

  • Entering Dreamland

    h4. Simlog #38, recorded by [[:babsie | Babsie]], Dreamland Trailers It's going fast. [[:fog | Fog]] is running towards the men coming out of the park for a charge attack, [[:nebraska | Nebraska]] just a few meters behind. Shots are fired. Someone …

  • Back to Biz

    Personal log of [[:kowalski-roger | Kowalski, Roger]] Like all mondays it started bad. We needed that little quality time so urgently, Charleen and me, that I totally missed to check mails or anything from the agency. On the trip back from Charleen's …

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