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In an old trunk in the attic of his childhood home, Kelso placed his dress uniform away.

Kelso's sister, Rachel, the younger of the two, threw her arms tight about his neck when he disembarked from the ship upon returning from the Pacific. Laura, the older, presented him with a bouquet of roses, along with a heartfelt declaration of, "It's good to see you, home, Jack." Kelso couldn't help but stiffen at the vulnerability of his sister holding him in broad daylight, but he relaxed just as soon. This was no longer the battlefield, this was home. Home was what it was, and he saw it as much. It was paramount to remember that life was not perfect; there were no idealisms that actually became true, yet no cynicisms.

"You've changed," Laura commented, ankle deep in the lapping tide as they walked along the shore.

His hands in his pockets, he replied, "I just haven't seen you and Rachel for a while."

Laura smiled sadly. "Is this the same man who carried his little sisters on his back into the waves?"

Jack shrugged. "For one thing, you two were lighter then."

She chuckled at his jibe, and ran further into the water, calling over her shoulder, "Come on, Jack!"

Kelso shuddered as the cold of the water hit him, before diving forward, and propelling himself headlong into the coldness of the water. He ducked his head and closed his eyes as the wave crashed over him. Jack tumbled back once, the cold shock becoming extreme heat for a moment, the fires of Okinawa burning behind his closed lids. Come and see the forms the devil takes, the perfect lieutenant, the well-meaning flamethrower man, come and see.

Jack burst through the surface, gasping. Come and see that it was all an illusion.

Phelps, his jaw black and blue, and one eye swollen shut, glared up at Kelso from where he lay upon the floor of the makeshift boxing ring, the Marines jeering at his loss.

Jack, with a bleeding nose, leaned backward against the post behind him. Nine rounds, and he'd brought Phelps down at last.

Jack, blood dripping from the side of his mouth, held out a hand to Phelps. Welcome to Hell.

Laura leaned the side of her cheek against her propped-up knees, the water lapping at her feet. "There's a lot you aren't going to tell Rachel and me, I know."

Kelso placed his arms behind his head. "Not this time, princess. I'm sorry."

She extended her hand over the sand, and he took it to hold firmly. "It's all right, I have you back."

"I thought I changed," he inquired.

"You have, but," she sighed, "When I look out at the sea, I remember how you could just as easily not have returned."

Kelso's hand slipped from hers, and she let it go. He didn't have the heart to tell her that no one really came back.
Phantasm (L.A. Noire 4F)
Kelso is not an easy character for me to write for, but the stream of consciousness format seems to fit him like a glove, considering how he much more closely fits the mold of a typical noir hero than Cole. 

Prompt: Paramount (can be used as theme or wording)
Words: 490
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Sorry about the lack of journal updates for months; I had been tied up with the last semester of my undergraduate courses. Now that the semester has ended, I have my bachelor's degree in hand. One year of integrated graduate courses remains, and then I will have my master's degree. It's funny, really; I discovered this site when I was thirteen, I got an account a month after I turned fourteen, and now, on the eve preceding my twenty-second year, I still hang around.

Enough sentimental waxing. I owe an explanation for the L.A. Noire overload; one of the groups on this site that I am a member of has a flash fiction prompt posted on a weekly basis. I said in a conversation with someone back in January that L.A. Noire has a big enough world to create many stories out of, and decided to challenge myself accordingly by filling each weekly prompt with one L.A. fanfic per week. 

I'm working on filling out a few requests I got, as well as White Feather and Red Poppy at last, but the projects are on the back burner for the moment. I'm not leaving this hobby behind, but it is what it is, a hobby. Welcome to my account, and welcome back, respectively, and feel free sit back; aside from the flash fiction prompts, time frames will be relaxed.

I issued a second challenge to myself to this year: get into more anime. So far, I've watched ten serieses to the end:
-Big O
-Serial Experiments Lain
-Trigun
-FLCL
-Ergo Proxy
-Outlaw Star
-Monster
-Tiger & Bunny
-Paranoia Agent
-Wolf's Rain

If anyone has any anime recommendations, let me know. I'm pretty much riding by the seat of my pants when it comes to what series to watch next (as long as it's good), but please, no 100+ episode anime! :faint:
  • Mood: Peaceful
  • Listening to: Stray- Steve Conte
  • Reading: Transcend by Christine Fonseca
  • Watching: Casshern Sins
  • Playing: Second Sight
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Nothing
Leary could be called many things, but "fool" wasn't one of them.

The "War to End All Wars" was only one war to precede another, the armistice champagne popping just before the epidemic hit. At the age of six, Gordon had been in for the fight of his life. Crying for Mama and Papa, he was attended by nurses, their mouths obscured from him by masks. Through his fever, he hallucinated his parents by his side, their whispered reassurances giving him something to grasp hold of until the heat and stomach pains receded at last. He was free to return to a life other little boys and girls eventually took for granted, his mother cooking his favorite food on the stove, and his father patting him on the head upon returning home from work.

To protect that little happiness his family, and others like them, enjoyed, he joined the LAPD. As a newly-minted captain, he saw the corruption within his own department, and decided that if no one was going to handle it, he would. Hush money was only the tip of it. As the years passed, however, Leary admitted to himself that despite his best efforts, the corruption pervaded. The perpetrators had just gotten better at hiding it from him.

Patting Gordon's shoulder, Donnelly declared, "You're a good man, Leary, but you're in over your head."

Watching Phelps's mistress scream at Roy Earle served to remind Leary just how deep underwater he was. He hadn't expected such treachery out of Phelps as to have an affair. Dying in the line of duty may have wiped Phelps's slate clean, but it had taken away his ability to set the record straight. Perhaps that was what Cole had wanted, determined to bring the truth to light as he always had been. Leary hung onto the thought out of sentimentality, despite cynicism demanding otherwise. Let the fallen man have his peace.

In the churchyard, smoke coiled into the air from Stefan's cigarette. Pulling his own from the pack in his inner jacket pocket, Leary joined him.

The tapping of high heels sounded, and Leary turned to see the former Mrs. Phelps. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but shut it just as soon, and hurried her children away.

"So, what now?" Stefan asked.

Leary looked back over his shoulder at the new DA, who was speaking with the chief. "Petersen's been wanting to sort out the LAPD for a while, but I'll believe it when it actually happens. If he does, watch your back. The chief will be looking for scapegoats."

Genuine concern entered Stefan's voice. "You should be giving yourself that advice."

"What's a dope like me know outside of cars?"

Stefan grinned. "Better go wake the old man up so I can get out of here. Drinks tonight?"

"Somebody's gotta drive you home," Leary teased, "The first drink will be to Phelps."
Hercules (L.A. Noire 4F)

This went through several edits. Leary's birth year is listed as 1912, therefore he would have been alive during the epidemic. 

Title was taken from the tale of Hercules and the hydra.

Prompt: Treachery (can be used as theme or wording)

Words: 485

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New entry, new avatar.

Sorry about the lack of journal updates for months; I had been tied up with the last semester of my undergraduate courses. Now that the semester has ended, I have my bachelor's degree in hand. One year of integrated graduate courses remains, and then I will have my master's degree. It's funny, really; I discovered this site when I was thirteen, I got an account a month after I turned fourteen, and now, on the eve preceding my twenty-second year, I still hang around.

Enough sentimental waxing. I owe an explanation for the L.A. Noire overload; one of the groups on this site that I am a member of has a flash fiction prompt posted on a weekly basis. I said in a conversation with someone back in January that L.A. Noire has a big enough world to create many stories out of, and decided to challenge myself accordingly by filling each weekly prompt with one L.A. fanfic per week. 

I'm working on filling out a few requests I got, as well as White Feather and Red Poppy at last, but the projects are on the back burner for the moment. I'm not leaving this hobby behind, but it is what it is, a hobby. Welcome to my account, and welcome back, respectively, and feel free sit back; aside from the flash fiction prompts, time frames will be relaxed.

I issued a second challenge to myself to this year: get into more anime. So far, I've watched ten serieses to the end:
-Big O
-Serial Experiments Lain
-Trigun
-FLCL
-Ergo Proxy
-Outlaw Star
-Monster
-Tiger & Bunny
-Paranoia Agent
-Wolf's Rain

If anyone has any anime recommendations, let me know. I'm pretty much riding by the seat of my pants when it comes to what series to watch next (as long as it's good), but please, no 100+ episode anime! :faint:
  • Mood: Peaceful
  • Listening to: Stray- Steve Conte
  • Reading: Transcend by Christine Fonseca
  • Watching: Casshern Sins
  • Playing: Second Sight
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Nothing

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