bakerstreet | To put it plainly:

the film noir meme

-Post with your character and fandom, as well as any preferences.
-Go here and generate a random number between 1-10 for the setting
-If you want, you or the person tagging you can roll a number between 1-8 for relationship as well!
- You know what to do next, honey. Do hurry up, the night's not getting any younger.

Possible settings:

1. Crime Scene: Dead body? Burglary? Whatever the crime, the area's been sectioned off for officers to investigate this nefarious deed, and you're getting front row seat.

2. Bar: There's always some hole-in-the-wall frequented by all sorts. The bartender keeps an eye out for trouble, and other things. Of course he keeps an ear to the ground, but it'll cost ya. Perhaps a cop or two will show up demanding answers, but no one ever takes that seriously.

3. Docks at Night: The breeze caressing your face, the sound of the water, the boats passing by...maybe you were called here, or maybe you just like the peace it brings.

4. Alleyway: There's only one way in and out of this little corridor, and what happens in it is up to you and the other character. Just watch for the shadows, if you can see through the fog.

5. Detective's Office: Not too clean, not too messy. Just perfect for the person that's needed to get this mystery cleared up.

6. Rooftop: The wind dramatically blowing about, it's the perfect place to get that person to come and meet you so you can tell them what you want. Or if you're evil, why not kill them up here? It'll be hard to escape you.

7. Dressing Room: For some reason, you're backstage after a performance, and you've gotten into one of these. The mirrors, the costumes, the flowers from fans and the various personal affects...all are present and will be your silent witnesses to whatever occurs.

8. Hideout: You've gotten to the antagonist's spot of choice. Is this a glitzy nightclub with a private room, or is this an abandoned warehouse where they-or you-carry out their plot? The choice is yours.

9. Nightclub: Someone's showcasing their talent tonight, and you may or may not care about it. But it's classic, dimly lit, and it's easy to hide in here.

10. Free choice

Possible relationships:

1. Friends: Maybe you're an unstoppable team, or perhaps your relationship is getting strained. But whatever the situation, you know this person, and you'd be there for them.

2. Coworkers/teammates/classmates: You might not be friends, but you know this person well enough to remember their name. And right now you're being thrown together for a reason.

3. Lovers: This is the one you wanted to stay with for now. Married, dating, or maybe an affair, but you two care about each other enough.

4. Enemies: Utter hatred flows through your veins when you hear this person's name. This is the one you want to take down, and you just might stop at nothing to achieve your goal.

5. Family: Perhaps it's a sibling you're meeting. Or your parent, or some form of relative. Remember that phrase "blood is thicker than water"? It just might apply here.

6. Mysterious Stranger: Someone's been eying you from across the room, or you've been eying them. Will you two speak, or shall they float out of your life? Do they hold information you seek, or do they want something from you?

7. Femme Fatale: You are or have encountered a mysterious and seductive woman, whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. Watch out, you might just get yourself into a real mess of trouble, hot stuff.

8. Free Choice

Originally from

easycompany, with minor modifications.

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[There's no such thing a glamorous work for an ex-con. Murphy Pendleton was no professional 'tender. No fancy tricks here. But he knows his drinks well enough and doesn't ask questions. Mechanic work during the day and this at night pays the bills and alimony.

(No child support, not for him. He'd work 20 jobs just to have that bill every month, god help him)

But it's his old life inside that gets cops in here. Some rumors say he was a cop killer. Took out a guard. Some say it was a frame up. Still, he knows people on the other side of the bars... and some that are now out, like himself. Not to mention drunk people talk. A lot. And old jailbirds like to sing if you ask them just right]

[Life inside... right. That was common ground between them. But word got around fast, old Ronan's cleaned up his act. He's a big bad detective now. Sure as hell made people clam up fast, even ones he'd considered friends.

Just when you think you know a guy.]

Hey Murphy, how're things? [A shrug as he slid onto a bar stool, not working, not looking for leads... just looking to forget in a town full of nothing but memories.] None of the guys giving you shit are they?

[At least not more than usual, hopefully. There was no stopping Baxter once that man got started on a cause.]

[For all his bad reputation and rumors, Murphy never begrudged Ronan his career change. He liked cops, respected them. Never blamed them for not stopping what happened to Charlie. He kept all that blame for himself. He was the exception though.]

Same as always. Nothing new.

[He was already pouring for the other man]

Yeah I hear ya. [A pause long enough for Murphy to slide him a glass and for him to take a long slow drink from it.] Same shit, different day.

[A sigh as he scrubbed a hand over his face, obviously a practiced gesture for him to manage it without disturbing his fedora in the slightest.] You ever think about trying to move up? I dunno... do something that doesn't involve booze or motor oil for a living?

[Sometimes, now without Julia, he had to wonder if Rex's strings wouldn't have been better served being pulled for someone else. So many people in the same shit situation he was in... so why him? Because he happened to fall in love with the guy's sister? What kind of qualifications did that really give him.]

Nah... not really.

[He turned and leaned against the bar. There was no one else at the bar itself right then. Just a few regs at tables.]

I'm comfortable enough. No one to bother working for anymore. You understand?

[Even though it was common politeness not to talk about Before being inside, Murphy's basic story was pretty well known. Dead kid, grabbed by some perv. Wife left. Snapped, stole a cop car and sent the fuzz on a state wide chase before getting caught... and ending up shanking his kid's killer and a guard inside]

[No one to work for. Yeah. He understood that. If his job wasn't all about helping people. If he didn't have the validation of knowing that he was protecting other people from the psychos out there. He'd have fallen apart after he lost Julia. Hell, he'd probably be behind bars right now for torturing the sonuvabitch that killed her to death. As it was there'd already been inquiries in the man's arrest. "Excessive Force"

No amount of force was excessive on that piece of shit.]

Yeah... [His tone darkened and he swallowed down the rest of that drink in one go.] I understand.

[All too well. Hell, if things had been timed differently Ronan would've happily helped Murphy get his vengeance.]

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