Elliot Day

[Elliot Day]

My name is Elliot Day. They call me a P.I. (mostly cuz it says so on my front door). You get a good look at me, you'll see a plain ol' human male. Young, but not some sappy young adult glued to a James Patterson novel with his eyes to the sky. Tall, but not too tall. Lithe and agile with enough muscle to hold a real gun, but you won't find me stick fighting in the underground. Frell, who knows? I might have at some point, but I'm the last person to ask.

When the shadows aren't casting a veil of mystery and silent intrigue around me, I'm just a white guy with blonde hair and freaky silver grey eyes glaring into the mirror; wondering how I'm going to pay for yet another day in hell.Gotta' admit: I'm one of the lucky ones, really.

I have a particular gift that's saved my life and my business many times over. I call it Foresight. They're these visions of the near future that show me what someone around me is about to do, about to say. On a simple day, it helps sell the Mystery and Intrigue. On a normal day, it gives me time to take cover or pre-emptively bust jaws before men with guns try to alter the details of a previous arrangement.

Someone's about to knock on my door. End Recording.

 

[Elliot Day]

Some of you may be beggin' me for that origin story that's supposed to be found around here. Or, you may be like me and not quite give enough of a hoot. If you're wise and patient, you may find it on the in-between. I read that on a fortune cookie, once.

The truth? I don't know. The earliest thing I remember is standing buck naked in the middle of my office, dazed and confused. I walked forward and found items laid out on the desk: a gun, 5 bullets, noir clothing and a letter. I had to find myself a flask, extra clothing and an e-cigarra later. The office was dark, but familiar and comfortable. Light partially illuminated from the narrow, high windows up on the wall, practically touching the roof, and the office door. I was somehow good at ravenscript, so I was able to read the lettering on the outside of the glass, which appeared backwards to me from my current position.

"Day Investigations"​