********This is an AU fic. Swing and Jazz probably didn't exist back then. Now they do. I'm making them exist. Because I am god (Okay, so I'm not god, but I have power over this fic). I don't own the characters… yaddayaddayadda blahblahblah. I do own some of them… like Jessie and TomTom and Steve and on and on… yeah. But you can use them if you feel like it… you just have to ask nicely.*********
It was a dark and drab street, littered with trash and other contrabands. A hobo sat across the cobblestone alley, passed out with a bottle of ale in his hand. A tall thin figure with his hands shoved in his pockets strutted down the alley. His coat billowed behind him and a tie is barely visible. He stopped slowly and shifted his eyes in the dark from side to side so no one will see him. He stepped toward a dark, hidden door in the side of an old brick building. He then rapped twice on the door, then once, and then twice again. The door opened slowly shining a sliver of light into the alleyway. The figure slinked through the door and it shuts slowly behind him. With a click as the door shuts the hobo sits up slightly, mumbles something to himself and slumps back over.
***okay, so the first chapter is short, but what do you think is going to happen? What impression does this give you? There will be more…. Soon. Cuz I have to finish typing up the next chapter***