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120_minutenTeam: Dickinson
Challenge: Horror/Thriller: Gesetzesbruch (fürs Team)
Fandom: Horrible Histories
Wörter: ~ 640
Charaktere: D.I. Bones and Mike Peabody
Warnungen: English, wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, crossdressing and Jack the Ripper
A/N: Mike Peabody ist Reporter für die HHTV News und berichtet von historischen Events. D.I. Bones ist Inspektor beim Historical Crime Squad. - Wie das funktioniert? Zeit-Kanalisation. Fragt nicht.
Jedenfalls treffen sich die beiden 1888 in London, auf der Suche nach Jack the Ripper.
„I'm here in 1888 in the London East End where gruesome murders are worrying the local residents and – especially – the ladies working the streets.”
Mike gesticulated the camera team to follow him. They really didn't seem to eager and that was just ridiculous. They were reporting about Jack the Ripper, not Aztec priests or a Viking invasion. Those had been way scarier, just saying.
“And over there is a young lady, still working despite the obvious danger. Let's talk to her!” He approached the lanky girl who was wearing a big coat over her dress. She was almost as tall as he was. “Good evening, Miss!”
The girl spun around. And was no girl. Or the ugliest girl Mike had ever seen. “Excuse me, what are you doing here?”
“Who wants to know?” A guy's voice.
“Mike Peabody from HHTV news.”
“Oh!” The guy smiled. “Nice to meet you. I'm D.I. Bones, Historical Crime Squad, and I'm here to investigate the Ripper murders.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “Dressed like that?”
“Obviously.”
Yeah... Obviously. Mike couldn't decide whether that was brilliant or just plain suicidal. “Are you having any success?”
“It was looking good until some guy with a 'press' batch decided to break my cover.”
“What?”
“You.”
“Well, I could be a customer.”
“And your team?”
Mike shrugged. “Right.” But this was journalistic gold. He gestured the team to hide around the next corner.
“So, how long have you been investigating this case?”
Bones tilted his head to the side. “They called me after they found Annie Chapman's body. That's three weeks ago but I have a really good feeling about tonight.” He whipped a dictaphone from his coat pocket and flicked it on. “It's almost midnight and still no sign of the Ripper.”
Heavy fog was rising from the Thames and curled around their ankles. Mike coughed. “Awfully atmospheric, don't you think?”
Bones was still occupied with his dictaphone, describing the texture of the mist and the shapes of shadows lurking around the corners. Mike started to see knife wielding murderers in every one of them and really wished he was somewhere else. Or had at least thought to replace his bullet-proof vest with something that would safe him from blades.
“Inspector?”
“Yes?”
“Don't you... Don't you think you might become his next victim? All dressed like... like... that?”
Bones shook his head. “No. The great thing about working for the Historical Crime Squad is you already know most of the facts. Sometimes. Nobody told me Caligula was a sick madman. But I've learned my lesson. Jack's next victim is supposed to be Elizabeth Stride. We're watching her right now.”
That was oddly reassuring. Only... “But Stride is his third victim, right? There's going to be two more, right?”
“Yeah. Seems utterly futile to be here, doesn't it?”
“Kind of. But if you know you're not going to catch him tonight... Don't you wonder what's going to happen to you?”
Bones raised an eyebrow. “Oh”, he finally said and suddenly he was very, very pale under all the make-up. “Guess that's the right moment to inform you that there's a cloaked figure behind us and he's holding a knife.”
Mike almost dropped his microphone and slowly turned around. The man grinned and surprisingly white teeth shone in the moon light. “So what do we do now?”
Bones lifted the dictaphone to his mouth. “I think we should RUN!”
When they sprinted off into the darkness Mike looked for his camera team, hoping they would get all this. “This is Mike Peabody reporting live from being chased by Jack the Ripper, really wishing he was somewhere else!”
Liebe Mods, kann ich einen Horrible Histories-Tag haben?
Challenge: Horror/Thriller: Gesetzesbruch (fürs Team)
Fandom: Horrible Histories
Wörter: ~ 640
Charaktere: D.I. Bones and Mike Peabody
Warnungen: English, wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, crossdressing and Jack the Ripper
A/N: Mike Peabody ist Reporter für die HHTV News und berichtet von historischen Events. D.I. Bones ist Inspektor beim Historical Crime Squad. - Wie das funktioniert? Zeit-Kanalisation. Fragt nicht.
Jedenfalls treffen sich die beiden 1888 in London, auf der Suche nach Jack the Ripper.
„I'm here in 1888 in the London East End where gruesome murders are worrying the local residents and – especially – the ladies working the streets.”
Mike gesticulated the camera team to follow him. They really didn't seem to eager and that was just ridiculous. They were reporting about Jack the Ripper, not Aztec priests or a Viking invasion. Those had been way scarier, just saying.
“And over there is a young lady, still working despite the obvious danger. Let's talk to her!” He approached the lanky girl who was wearing a big coat over her dress. She was almost as tall as he was. “Good evening, Miss!”
The girl spun around. And was no girl. Or the ugliest girl Mike had ever seen. “Excuse me, what are you doing here?”
“Who wants to know?” A guy's voice.
“Mike Peabody from HHTV news.”
“Oh!” The guy smiled. “Nice to meet you. I'm D.I. Bones, Historical Crime Squad, and I'm here to investigate the Ripper murders.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “Dressed like that?”
“Obviously.”
Yeah... Obviously. Mike couldn't decide whether that was brilliant or just plain suicidal. “Are you having any success?”
“It was looking good until some guy with a 'press' batch decided to break my cover.”
“What?”
“You.”
“Well, I could be a customer.”
“And your team?”
Mike shrugged. “Right.” But this was journalistic gold. He gestured the team to hide around the next corner.
“So, how long have you been investigating this case?”
Bones tilted his head to the side. “They called me after they found Annie Chapman's body. That's three weeks ago but I have a really good feeling about tonight.” He whipped a dictaphone from his coat pocket and flicked it on. “It's almost midnight and still no sign of the Ripper.”
Heavy fog was rising from the Thames and curled around their ankles. Mike coughed. “Awfully atmospheric, don't you think?”
Bones was still occupied with his dictaphone, describing the texture of the mist and the shapes of shadows lurking around the corners. Mike started to see knife wielding murderers in every one of them and really wished he was somewhere else. Or had at least thought to replace his bullet-proof vest with something that would safe him from blades.
“Inspector?”
“Yes?”
“Don't you... Don't you think you might become his next victim? All dressed like... like... that?”
Bones shook his head. “No. The great thing about working for the Historical Crime Squad is you already know most of the facts. Sometimes. Nobody told me Caligula was a sick madman. But I've learned my lesson. Jack's next victim is supposed to be Elizabeth Stride. We're watching her right now.”
That was oddly reassuring. Only... “But Stride is his third victim, right? There's going to be two more, right?”
“Yeah. Seems utterly futile to be here, doesn't it?”
“Kind of. But if you know you're not going to catch him tonight... Don't you wonder what's going to happen to you?”
Bones raised an eyebrow. “Oh”, he finally said and suddenly he was very, very pale under all the make-up. “Guess that's the right moment to inform you that there's a cloaked figure behind us and he's holding a knife.”
Mike almost dropped his microphone and slowly turned around. The man grinned and surprisingly white teeth shone in the moon light. “So what do we do now?”
Bones lifted the dictaphone to his mouth. “I think we should RUN!”
When they sprinted off into the darkness Mike looked for his camera team, hoping they would get all this. “This is Mike Peabody reporting live from being chased by Jack the Ripper, really wishing he was somewhere else!”
Liebe Mods, kann ich einen Horrible Histories-Tag haben?
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Date: 2012-09-29 08:17 pm (UTC)Nein, du weckst in mir kein Interesse an Horrible Histories. Gar nicht. Auf keinen Fall. Aber ich muss sagen, das war sehr unterhaltsam. Lag das an dir oder der Serie oder an beidem?
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Date: 2012-09-30 10:57 am (UTC)Und es liegt total und absolut nur an der Serie. Ich bin absolut bereit, dich stundenlang mit YouTube-Links vollzuspammen. Im Namen der Wissenschaft, versteht sich. :)
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Date: 2012-10-01 10:40 am (UTC)That was oddly reassuring. Only... “But Stride is his third victim, right? There's going to be two more, right?”
“Yeah. Seems utterly futile to be here, doesn't it?”
“Kind of. But if you know you're not going to catch him tonight... Don't you wonder what's going to happen to you?”
Das ist Comedy-Gold, ehrlich. Von traurig zu lustig innerhalb von zwei Sätzen. WOW!
Und ach, das Diktiergerät und überhaupt alles. Das ist super. xDD Und ich mag den London atmospheric fog. Der sollte langsam mal nach ner Gehaltserhöhung fragen. XD
(pssst.. der Mike Peabody-Link is broken...)
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Date: 2012-10-01 11:34 am (UTC)Freut mich, dass es gefällt.
Und ich hatte erwähnt, dass du ganz dringend Horrible Histories gucken musst, weil es die beste Serie aller Zeiten ist und man grundsätzlich immer unterstützen sollte, wenn Briten beschließen, ihren Kindern beizubringen, dass jede zweite historische Persönlichkeit stockschwul war?Danke für den Hinweis mit dem Link, das ist korrigiert.^^
Und weil ich es kann haben wir auch noch Mike Peabody berichtet von der Pest oder Mike Peabody bei der Schlacht um die Thermopylen. Und überhaupt. Wie schon Servi gesagt, ich bin immer bereit einen HH-Video-Spam anzubieten, weil... Horrible Histories!
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Date: 2012-10-01 05:07 pm (UTC)Und ach, Mike und Bones gehen doch bestimmt danach einen trinken, wenn sie dem ollen Jackie entkommen sind. Und beklagen sich über ihre schrecklichen Interviewpartner und Verdächtigen. ;D
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Date: 2012-10-01 05:53 pm (UTC)Ja, davon bin ich überzeugt.^^