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Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: Seanmcchapman Date: August 15, 2013, 12:23 am
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We start our journey in Paris, France 1888 where numerous
murders occur. All these murders ascribed typically female
prostitutes. Internal organs would be ripped from the victims.
Hence the name of the unidentified serial-killer "Jack the
Ripper". Two hundred and thirty-five years later, we meet a
young adult male, named Sean, traveling too France not knowing
that he's a victim himself. Sean gets off at the France airport.
Getting off the plane I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach,
probably because I choose to not eat anything before or on the
ride to France. Instead of eating anything when I was aboard, I
found my self asleep on the ride to France. Before doing
anything else I made sure to grab my luggage to just consisted
of clothes, toiletry's, and some things for the university like
forms and drawing paper. I figured that the best thing for me to
do right now was to go ahead and get something to eat at one of
the restaurants in the airport. After I would have a meal to eat
with my limited amount of spending money, I would get a cab to
drive me to a hotel. hopefully I would end up in a hotel near
the university I was planing on going to visit tomorrow.
A man in a smokey drench coat and black fedora stood in a crowd
of people with a sign that had Sean's name displayed on it. Sean
could see the man but his face was hidden by his hat.
I wish I could find some place I knew that serves food. I looked
around not knowing what I was looking for till my eyes strayed
over to a crowd of people who were walking in front of a man who
stood still with a sign in his hands. It was hard to tell at
first, but then it became clear that it had my name on it. I had
no idea why a person would be waiting for me after I got off the
plane. I then choose to go over to him and maybe ask him about
the sign. I walked over to him avoiding running into anyone. I
walked until I was right in front of him where he could see me.
I said to him, "Hello. My name's Sean Chapman."
The man looked up, revealing his face. He took off his fedora
and placed it on this chest and bowed. "I've been waiting for
you" He said with a crooked smile.He placed the hat back on his
head then grabbed Sean's luggage from his hand. "Please, this
way, we have a taxi waiting for you." The man had a heavy French
accent. He began too walk off to the direction of the exit. Not
looking back to see if Sean was following.
Feeling dumbfounded about everything I followed after this man
wanting to ask him if he's got the right guy. I thought that he
would want proof of who I was, because he could have taken the
wrong guy with him. Maybe he was trying to steal my luggage. I
was about five feet walking behind him when I said, "Wait, where
we going?"
The man continued not hearing Sean, He turned around too see if
he was following. He cocked his head and smiled,"Hurry, I bet
the taxi driver is becoming impatient" He waited for Sean to get
too him.
Still following this mysterious guy, I was trying to get closer
so I could either get him to explain to me more about what was
going on or to stop him and just take my luggage back. The
Airport felt endless while following this guy. With my feet
basically able to kick my suit case that was rolling behind the
man. I was growing impatient or a little irritated. I wish I
knew what time it was because I never try'd to check.
"The exit is just up ahead sir" He turned back around and began
to walk again, he went through the revolving door that led
outside and walked too a taxi and stuffed Sean's luggage in the
trunk. The man opened the door too the backseat of the tax for
Sean. He checked his wrist watch, "11:35 a.m, we're late" He
thought to himself.
I came out from a door where I found the man holding a door open
of a taxi that I guess was waiting for me. Getting to the bottom
of this I walked up to this man holding the door I asked
sternly, "Where's my luggage and who sent you?"
The man smiled, trying too reassure Sean, "Your luggage is in
the trunk sir, and I'm from the AUF, I give foreign students a
tour of France, and the University." He chuckled. "You know so
you get comfortable with the country, and so you don't get lost.
So please take a seat, we're late." He gestured his hand towards
the backseat.
It was getting later in the afternoon and I was beginning to
believe him that he was here to help me out. I decided to go
ahead and say thank you to him for doing his job. A scenario was
going through my head of what could happen involving
chlorophyll, but it was unlikely. I put a foot then another into
the door till I was seated in the car. I felt like saying thank
you to this man for I guess escorting me to my ride to my hotel,
but then I remember him saying he was going to be my tour guide.
I then decided that I should get out and go find my own taxi and
hotel.
The man closed the door behind Sean, and walked around the car
and sat himself beside him. "s'il vous plaît conduire sur le
côté est de la ville" He told the taxi driver, the car started
and they left towards the highway. The man looked at Sean, "So
what made you want to go too AUF? Why not a university in
America?"
"Great I guess I'm going to have to let this guy take me
around." I thought. I faced forward in my seat and had my eyes
looking down. I then looked and reached for my seat belt
fastening my self in my seat. The Art University of France seem
like the best or at least a great place to study art and
animation. France being the art center of the world seemed like
my best shot at getting a good education. "Where I lived there
were some good choices to choose from, but I felt like if I
really wanted a chance in making my art into a career that I
should go all out." Besides, the place I just came from made me
want to kill myself. It really wasn't that bad back in america
to make me want to kill myself, but it was pretty bad to just
make me want to leave.
"Well, AUF is a great choice, no doubt about that." He smiled
and shifted in his seat. They reached Sean's motel where he
would be staying at. The taxi rolled into the parking lot and
stopped. The man turned too Sean, "Well this is where you'll be
staying at tonight" He looked at the motel, it was run-down and
there weren't any cars. He looked back at Sean and smiled
concerned of what Sean thought.
I looked out at the one storied run downed motel and knew I
regretted the decision I just made by coming with this man. It
didn't matter where I stayed I guess. "It's fine."
The man looked concerned, "Sir, if you don't feel comfortable
staying here tonight I would gladly offer for you to stay at my
place tonight, my wife and I would enjoy some company" He looked
out the window then back at Sean, "Whatever you feel more
comfortable with?"
"I could just stay here tonight. Are you going to see me
tomorrow" I asked him pulling on door handle to get out.
The man stepped out and walked too Seans side, and opened his
door the rest of the way for him. "Yes, tomorrow I'll send a
taxi to pick you up here at 7:30a.m" The man took out a piece of
paper and a pen from his coat and wrote "c'est mon dernier tour"
on the paper. He handed the paper too Sean. "When the taxi comes
too pick you up in the morning, just give him this piece of
paper and he'll take you too where you need to go" He then
handed the key to Sean's motel room. "And these are yours, your
room is number three."
Stepping out I reached out to grab what he was handing to me.
With the paper and keys in hand I said "Thank you, see you
tomorrow" and headed towards my room were I probably would spend
the rest of my day.
The man waved good bye and sat in the cab where Sean was. The
taxi began to drive without the mans consent. "Till tomorrow
Sean, till tomorrow"
I looked back towards the direction of cab after they had left.
Pulling my luggage to the front of my room I put my key into the
door and opened it. I pulled my luggage on to the bed in the
room and started taking things from it.
The room was small, along with the single bed inside of it. The
wallpaper was dingy and washed out, peeling away. In the room
was a small black and white television and a cheap coffee pot.
To the left of the main door lead to the bathroom. A small
shower, toilet and sink were seen along with a few towels. It
was a small and simple motel room.
This place wasn't what I was expecting when I was looking
forward to Higher classed hotel... With my stuff I was pulling
it was my computer or laptop in other words. I went ahead and
try'd sitting on the bed and turning on my computer. I was
thinking it was already charged, but I wasn't sure if it was. I
wanted to see if there was any internet on it.
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Re: Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: geniehunter Date: August 15, 2013, 7:37 pm
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As Sean opened his laptop, a thunder storm arose. The rain on
the aluminum shingles was loud and abnoxious. No thunder was
heard but there was no doubt the storm would get worst. At the
motel room, wifi was available but only one bar was shown on
Sean's laptop screen. As the night went on, the colder the room
that Sean was in got.
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Re: Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: Seanmcchapman Date: August 15, 2013, 8:00 pm
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My eyes where tired from the trip, but I knew I wouldn't fall
asleep unless I let myself to. I heard a storm brewing out side
or something along the lines. When I had the chance to I opened
up a internet browser, I noticed it was running slow. I saw I
had one bar of connection. I wanted to go online to view where I
was myself and to check my usual stuff to do with art. I would
continue this for two hours before I would decide to go to
sleep.
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Re: Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: geniehunter Date: August 15, 2013, 8:12 pm
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Lightening lit up the room. The sound of car tires on the wet
asphalt had a relaxing rhythm to it. Sean had a big day ahead of
him. The night made Sean more weary. A car door slams violently
outside Sean's room and steps were heard from outside his door,
shuffling almost as if someone were trying to make a discussion
to knock on his door.
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Re: Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: Seanmcchapman Date: August 15, 2013, 9:24 pm
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A pop came from my neck as I turned where I thought I heard a
sound. I was focusing my eyes on the door trying to listen in
whatever sounds were happening outside, but the weather made it
unclear even though his hearing wasn't the best either.
"Probably other people", He said to himself.
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Re: Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: geniehunter Date: August 23, 2013, 7:31 pm
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There was a pounding on Sean's door. Another lightening struck
and lit the room once more.
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Re: Jack The Ripper (1on1, Sean and Tara)
By: Seanmcchapman Date: August 24, 2013, 2:35 pm
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I left my computer open and walked over to the door. I thought
that it possibly might be the man that dropped me off, thinking
he forgot something....
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