Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:53 pm
Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
Who's the killer? Join Detective Vince Thompson in his pursuit to uncover the truth...
Who's the killer? Join Detective Vince Thompson in his pursuit to uncover the truth...
Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:32 pm
Who Killed Mr Johnston?
If you guys remember the episode of the Simpsons: Who killed Mr Burns... Well, I can't remember it! haha! But it kept everyone on the edge of their seat in thinking who killed him. Here's the challenge to you guys. Who killed the Hawks' Owner? And to those who have a guess, you have the chance of being a part (Possibly as a NLSCer) in this dynasty!
You may give your own guess of who done it... so far some suspects would be:
- Will Sit: On trial for murder and caught at the scene
- Larry Johnston: Son of Barry and would profit if his dad was killed
- Al Harrinton + Rob Wilson + Mike Woodson: None of them liked Sit, all threatened Sit he would be dead on the night of the death of Barry
- John 'Albino' O'Shea: Some have suggested that he wants Sit gone...
- Billy Knight: Wants his job back after being fired
- Other: Self-explanitory... Maybe you could think of a different person...
So get your guesses in before the answer is revealed!
If you guys remember the episode of the Simpsons: Who killed Mr Burns... Well, I can't remember it! haha! But it kept everyone on the edge of their seat in thinking who killed him. Here's the challenge to you guys. Who killed the Hawks' Owner? And to those who have a guess, you have the chance of being a part (Possibly as a NLSCer) in this dynasty!
You may give your own guess of who done it... so far some suspects would be:
- Will Sit: On trial for murder and caught at the scene
- Larry Johnston: Son of Barry and would profit if his dad was killed
- Al Harrinton + Rob Wilson + Mike Woodson: None of them liked Sit, all threatened Sit he would be dead on the night of the death of Barry
- John 'Albino' O'Shea: Some have suggested that he wants Sit gone...
- Billy Knight: Wants his job back after being fired
- Other: Self-explanitory... Maybe you could think of a different person...
So get your guesses in before the answer is revealed!
Last edited by Fresh8 on Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:41 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:06 pm
Larry Johnston....
i said it was him on the msn a few weeks before, do u remember ?
i said it was him on the msn a few weeks before, do u remember ?
Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:30 pm
Al Harrinton + Rob Wilson + Mike Woodson killed him
more chances to be correct
more chances to be correct
Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:33 pm
since I admittedly haven't taken the time to read all the udpates, I'll take a stab in the dark....it's either Billy Knight or me 
Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:42 pm
I would say John 'Albino' O'Shea killed Mr Johnston. I think I got it wrong.
Mon Apr 10, 2006 10:46 pm
Cable Guy wrote:It was Sam Anurak
hm... i thought he was already mentioned before.....
when Vonce, the officer caught the boy/boys from the video tape (Jing was mentioned there, and when Jing is there, Sam couldn't be far away
- maybe that was the reason why i thought he was mentioned 
)
hm..... doesn't matter anyway
Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:18 am
It's either Albino or Anurak.
Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:09 am
Chuck Norris. 
Seriously, I'll bet it was an accident.
Seriously, I'll bet it was an accident.
Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:17 pm
It can't be Sit, so I think it's Albino.
Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:32 pm
Hey guys... do you people know how to prevent cramps apart from drinking water? Both legs cramped up in Bball today and my mate thinks i got joint pains too... 
Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:37 pm
Whats wrong with drinking water?
Tue Apr 11, 2006 5:38 pm
I did.. and it still cramps. My HS coach two years ago told me to see a pyhsio but i never listened... maybe i should now.
I dunno, someone told me i gotta have mroe calcium in my diet...
I dunno, someone told me i gotta have mroe calcium in my diet...
Tue Apr 11, 2006 6:17 pm
Keydren Mentioned on NBA.com
In the championship game, seven of eight players scored in double figures as the Portsmouth Sports Club defeated Holiday Inn Portsmouth 104-88.
Keydren Clark took home MVP honors, leading the tournament in scoring (19.3 ppg), not a huge surprise considering he ranked third in the nation behind Adam Morrison and J.J. Redick.
Given his size (5-10) and lack of point guard skills, Clark's professional career will likely begin overseas. There's no disputing his ability to score, but at that size, he'll need to add some other dimensions to his game.
^^ Keydren Clark HELL YEAH!
In the championship game, seven of eight players scored in double figures as the Portsmouth Sports Club defeated Holiday Inn Portsmouth 104-88.
Keydren Clark took home MVP honors, leading the tournament in scoring (19.3 ppg), not a huge surprise considering he ranked third in the nation behind Adam Morrison and J.J. Redick.
Given his size (5-10) and lack of point guard skills, Clark's professional career will likely begin overseas. There's no disputing his ability to score, but at that size, he'll need to add some other dimensions to his game.
^^ Keydren Clark HELL YEAH!
Tue Apr 11, 2006 6:35 pm
Sit wrote:I did.. and it still cramps. My HS coach two years ago told me to see a pyhsio but i never listened... maybe i should now.
I dunno, someone told me i gotta have mroe calcium in my diet...
Just drink a litre or 2 about an hour before you play
also, stretch 2-3 times a day the area that cramps
Tue Apr 11, 2006 7:29 pm
Fair enough, its real annoying. Hey, i dunno but whenever i dive into a swimming pool and try to sprint, it cramps up... and i used to swim in a squad... so any ideas what problem it is?
Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:30 pm
Chapter 10
Vince hung up and started his car’s engine. He looked behind and reversed quickly out of the parking space. The two uniformed policemen recognised him and one pointed.
“Stop!”
Vince kept going, switching to first gear and slamming his foot on the accelerator. He let the clutch out flawlessly, wasting no time and sped off. The two officers ran onto the middle of the road, screaming out loud before their voices were drowned out by the loud screech of the tires of a truck. They turned around just in time to see the vehicle skidding towards them. Both men were sent flying backwards. Women and children screamed in horror as both policemen were down, sprawled on the concrete road.
“Al Harrington, please tell me why you told William Sit that he would be dead?”
The Hawks’ forward looked cramped up in the seat, “It was a joke man. Just like Coach said.”
“Tell me why you don’t like William Sit?”
“Poser.”
“Does that mean your account of Sit made to the court a few days ago was biased because of this?”
“I don’t know.”
Vince drove onto the highway, dodging traffic at the same time as he tried to read his upside down map, which was spread out on the seat next to him. He overtook the slower cars at any chance he got; it seemed like his car could fit into any space that ‘magically’ appeared.
“C’mon,” Vince impatiently growled and honked his horn at the camper van in front of him. Vince poked his head out the window and threw an empty beer can at the van before accelerating and bumping it. It suddenly swerved onto another lane, rear ending a black Porsche. Vince just drove even faster, ignoring the sounds of horns blaring and cars suddenly breaking.
The Jury didn’t even know why Albino was calling his witnesses because their testimonies didn’t really go anywhere. All they had learnt from Albino’s next witness, Rob Wilson, was that Wilson was told by Barry Johnston to help Sit become a good leader by pretending to hate him.
“Mr Johnston didn’t mention Sit’s past to you?” Albino asked.
“No.”
“Did you ever think that Mr Johnston ever was intimidated by Sit?”
“Well, just looking back it seemed like he didn’t really help Sit that much. He gave Sit advice when he was really stuck but neither never showed fear nor bias towards him.”
“So you still stand by your comments about Sit’s tendency to become violent?”
Wilson nodded as Albino grimaced.
Ambulance crews had carried the two policemen onto stretchers. Cal Bowen arrived at the scene and spoke to the less injured officer.
“What happened?” Cal questioned him.
“Vince Thompson – he got away.”
The man was wheeled away before Cal’s partner ran up to him.
“HQ radioed in. We’ve got a dangerous driver on the highway.”
“Let me guess,” Cal sighed, “Thompson?”
His partner nodded.
Vince saw the exit he was looking for and his car rolled off the highway. He was driving in the ‘run-down’ part of town and on the look-out for an old warehouse. Rain began to pelt down and Vince slowed down just to be a bit safer. The street he had turned into was deserted.
“This is strange,” Vince said aloud.
A police helicopter could be heard from the distance in the sky above. Then he quickly applied the breaks to the car. Looking to his left, Vince smiled.
Albino had been trying hard to get a hold of the next person he needed to testify.
“I would like to call Officer Felix of the local police department to testify,” Albino proudly exclaimed.
“Officer, in all of your years working with the technology crew in the force, can you tell me if putting sound into video is hard?”
“It’s easy if you know what you’re doing. And it is possible.”
“So you can tell me that based on your experience and expertise in this field, the apparent voice of William Sit in the security footage your department worked with could have been staged?”
Officer Felix nodded, “That could be a possibility.”
Albino smiled, “Your honour, I have no further questions.”
So far, that was the only meaningful testimony yet.
Cal Bowen and his partner had just reached the stretch of road where there were 11 cars piled up.
“What happened here?” Cal asked another officer after winding down his window.
“Crazy ass driver,” replied the lady officer.
Cal nodded and kept driving ahead.
“We’re on his tail, right on his tail. I can smell that son of a bitch,” Cal told his partner.
Vince crept into the warehouse; he had to be quiet in the dark complex. The floor was flooding that was the result of leaking. He struggled to see anything ahead so he pulled out his torch pointing it in front. With torch in left and gun in right, Vince approached a door. The pitter-patter of the rain outside started to get louder and louder against the tin roof. Vince stood in front of the door and tried to listen to try to figure out what was on the other side. He heard movement and recognised that someone was indeed inside. He reached for the doorknob, twisting it but it didn’t budge. Vince put his torch aside and prepared to kick the door down.
Vince hung up and started his car’s engine. He looked behind and reversed quickly out of the parking space. The two uniformed policemen recognised him and one pointed.
“Stop!”
Vince kept going, switching to first gear and slamming his foot on the accelerator. He let the clutch out flawlessly, wasting no time and sped off. The two officers ran onto the middle of the road, screaming out loud before their voices were drowned out by the loud screech of the tires of a truck. They turned around just in time to see the vehicle skidding towards them. Both men were sent flying backwards. Women and children screamed in horror as both policemen were down, sprawled on the concrete road.
“Al Harrington, please tell me why you told William Sit that he would be dead?”
The Hawks’ forward looked cramped up in the seat, “It was a joke man. Just like Coach said.”
“Tell me why you don’t like William Sit?”
“Poser.”
“Does that mean your account of Sit made to the court a few days ago was biased because of this?”
“I don’t know.”
Vince drove onto the highway, dodging traffic at the same time as he tried to read his upside down map, which was spread out on the seat next to him. He overtook the slower cars at any chance he got; it seemed like his car could fit into any space that ‘magically’ appeared.
“C’mon,” Vince impatiently growled and honked his horn at the camper van in front of him. Vince poked his head out the window and threw an empty beer can at the van before accelerating and bumping it. It suddenly swerved onto another lane, rear ending a black Porsche. Vince just drove even faster, ignoring the sounds of horns blaring and cars suddenly breaking.
The Jury didn’t even know why Albino was calling his witnesses because their testimonies didn’t really go anywhere. All they had learnt from Albino’s next witness, Rob Wilson, was that Wilson was told by Barry Johnston to help Sit become a good leader by pretending to hate him.
“Mr Johnston didn’t mention Sit’s past to you?” Albino asked.
“No.”
“Did you ever think that Mr Johnston ever was intimidated by Sit?”
“Well, just looking back it seemed like he didn’t really help Sit that much. He gave Sit advice when he was really stuck but neither never showed fear nor bias towards him.”
“So you still stand by your comments about Sit’s tendency to become violent?”
Wilson nodded as Albino grimaced.
Ambulance crews had carried the two policemen onto stretchers. Cal Bowen arrived at the scene and spoke to the less injured officer.
“What happened?” Cal questioned him.
“Vince Thompson – he got away.”
The man was wheeled away before Cal’s partner ran up to him.
“HQ radioed in. We’ve got a dangerous driver on the highway.”
“Let me guess,” Cal sighed, “Thompson?”
His partner nodded.
Vince saw the exit he was looking for and his car rolled off the highway. He was driving in the ‘run-down’ part of town and on the look-out for an old warehouse. Rain began to pelt down and Vince slowed down just to be a bit safer. The street he had turned into was deserted.
“This is strange,” Vince said aloud.
A police helicopter could be heard from the distance in the sky above. Then he quickly applied the breaks to the car. Looking to his left, Vince smiled.
Albino had been trying hard to get a hold of the next person he needed to testify.
“I would like to call Officer Felix of the local police department to testify,” Albino proudly exclaimed.
“Officer, in all of your years working with the technology crew in the force, can you tell me if putting sound into video is hard?”
“It’s easy if you know what you’re doing. And it is possible.”
“So you can tell me that based on your experience and expertise in this field, the apparent voice of William Sit in the security footage your department worked with could have been staged?”
Officer Felix nodded, “That could be a possibility.”
Albino smiled, “Your honour, I have no further questions.”
So far, that was the only meaningful testimony yet.
Cal Bowen and his partner had just reached the stretch of road where there were 11 cars piled up.
“What happened here?” Cal asked another officer after winding down his window.
“Crazy ass driver,” replied the lady officer.
Cal nodded and kept driving ahead.
“We’re on his tail, right on his tail. I can smell that son of a bitch,” Cal told his partner.
Vince crept into the warehouse; he had to be quiet in the dark complex. The floor was flooding that was the result of leaking. He struggled to see anything ahead so he pulled out his torch pointing it in front. With torch in left and gun in right, Vince approached a door. The pitter-patter of the rain outside started to get louder and louder against the tin roof. Vince stood in front of the door and tried to listen to try to figure out what was on the other side. He heard movement and recognised that someone was indeed inside. He reached for the doorknob, twisting it but it didn’t budge. Vince put his torch aside and prepared to kick the door down.
Tue Apr 11, 2006 10:40 pm
Very unique approach and very well written. Keep up the good work, 
Tue Apr 11, 2006 11:32 pm
Can't say it any better than Andrew. 
Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:59 am
yap, it's very exciting 
i wanna know how the story continues...
i wanna know how the story continues...
Wed Apr 12, 2006 5:21 am
Finally finished reading this fully and I'm very impressed. You got some great writing skills, and the story is awesome as well...
Can't wait to find out who the killer is (My initial guess would be Larry Johnston)
Can't wait to find out who the killer is
(My initial guess would be Larry Johnston)
Wed Apr 12, 2006 9:09 am
*sirens blared. guns fired. vince thompson was shot down. larry johnston ran out the back and plunged into an ice river, which killed him. the end.*
Wed Apr 12, 2006 9:46 am
Andrew wrote:Very unique approach and very well written. Keep up the good work,
- Thanks a lot Andrew. Although I do admit that you and X have pretty good writing as well, in fact you guys write better than me. mines aint that special!
Negative One wrote:Very unique approach and very well written. Keep up the good work,
- Read reply to Andrew... I'm not that good!
Flo wrote:yap, it's very exciting
i wanna know how the story continues...
- You will find out when I post the next part of the story!
Andreas wrote:Finally finished reading this fully and I'm very impressed. You got some great writing skills, and the story is awesome as well...
Can't wait to find out who the killer is (My initial guess would be Larry Johnston)
- Wow, you actually finished? I wasn't expecting that haha... anyways I will lock you in for LJ!
PHX4LIFE wrote:*sirens blared. guns fired. vince thompson was shot down. larry johnston ran out the back and plunged into an ice river, which killed him. the end.*
- Maybe you're thinking a bit too much.. ur predictions have been a bit off lately!
Wed Apr 12, 2006 10:02 am
Why would Albino ask leading questions to his own witnesses?
This is awesome Sit
... HWC
This is awesome Sit
... HWC
Wed Apr 12, 2006 10:38 am
I love have you end the chapters, makes you wonder whats gonna happen. Looks like the court is getting something.
I'll be waiting for chapter 11.
I'll be waiting for chapter 11.