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Stepping briskly off of the local bus line, Lucy fell into tempo of the city frequenters; a fast pace coupled with a clear destination, and enough street knowledge to know to stay out of each others’ way. The procedure was clear, easy to follow - especially for the spry Lucille deLeonardo, who was now fresh out of school and ready to take on a whole new job with his usual naive confidence. For him, each stride was another step to a whole new world. The job he had landed offered endless opportunity; while was just a job as a patrol officer, it was the first step to the real endgame.
Lucille was going to be a detective. His childhood dreams were going to be made a reality, and he was quite sure of it.
Of course, the job hadn’t started yet, but Lucy wanted to scope out his route first. Police officer training told him to get familiar with his what he was to do, and so he knew that meant the city, as well.
Navigating the populated streets, despite his burning curiosity, had actually turned out to be difficult. Lucy wasn’t known for his directional sense, and he wasn’t always that spatially aware; naturally, the crowd easily jostled him away from clarity, and a few rounds of stumbling later --
Lucy was inescapably lost.
In his hubris, Lucy had neglected to pack a map, believing his Supreme Intellectual Prowess (SIP) could guide him home. Obviously that proved to be faulty.
Anxiety now in steep ascension, Lucy escaped from the main street and retreated into a side alley. It was actually quite pretty; neon signs and advertisements lit up the narrow space, a grid of light following a decoratively paved pathway. A bar, an arcade, and a laundromat all poked their entrances into it, before the alley ended at a patch of light where there was another street.
Sighing, Lucy started towards the closest establishment. This seemed to be some sort of hub for... some sort of demographic, particularly the rowdy kind. The bar had lots of loud voices and seemed to be packed - naturally, Lucy avoided it. The laundromat was barren save for a lady sleeping at counter. Not wanting to disturb her, he went into the arcade. Hopefully, it had someone charming who also conveniently knew their way around the city. Taking a deep breath, he tapped the back of the first person he saw.
“Hey,” he said. “Sorry to bother you, but -- well.” His face grew into a grimace. “I’m terribly lost, and I’m afraid it’s absolutely integral I know the layout of this section of the city. Would you mind -- showing me around, or, um... giving me a map?”
He crossed his fingers, hoping to the Lord above he would catch a break.
