The Return

[Tenchi Masaki]

If you ignore the whole lack of morals and kleptomania...

 

[Laverna]

If you ignore the whole lack of morals and kleptomania...

what’s a moral?

 

[Crimson]

Aw, hush, you three! I will decide for myself!

 

[Tenchi Masaki]

That’s the best way to do it! Mine was a little more complicated.

 

[Crimson]

Mine was a little more complicated.

How so?

 

[Jules]

ACME is much, much better! trust me there.

 

[Tenchi Masaki]

Well the computer wouldn’t let me sign up.... for 3 years. I followed the clues from one VILE crime scene to the next just missing ACME and VILE most of the time. The times I did show up when people were still around I couldn’t say anything because I was shy I guess.

 

[Tenchi Masaki]

Djinn: “Hah! Shy he says more like Patty was there.”

 

[Tenchi Masaki]

(Blushes) Well whoever was there I decided to observe and learn waiting for the computer to let me sign up on the site.

 

[Tenchi Masaki]

How is my gadgets, food and clothes umm damage costs?

Well I’d say substantial at this point but I’m sure it can’t be helped.

 

[Crimson]

Part 3

The envelope was still there.

A single tear rolled down Crimson's face.

She opened the envelope and inside was the last $1000 she had to her name.

Crimson Hill grew up in Mobile, Alabama, in an old mansion completed in 1833. The driveway was lined with live oaks. The house had giant white columns she used to run around as a young girl.

Her beloved father was a huge Alabama football fan, hence, how she got the name Crimson. Daddy was the apple of her eye. An engineer, he was revered by most and had a full schedule, but never let his beloved only child want for naught. It's safe to say Crimson was a daddy's girl. Her momma was a stay-at-home mother. Like most dutiful wives, she stood proudly by her husband.

Around the age of 16, Crimson realized something was wrong. The amount of alcohol coming into the house increased, while the amount of time her father spent working decreased. Debt collectors came calling. And one by one, things would go missing in order to fund daddy's drinking, momma's jewels, my jewels, family heirlooms, furniture. So when she was 18, she made a choice. To leave the life she knew and join V.I.L.E. But that wasn't right either.

But this money was the last of what she had. And she needed more. Fast.