The United Forums of Neptune Circle
Chapter 1: 221A Baker Street
"Miss Siren, yes?" asked the uniformed man as he looked over the forms she handed him.
"Yes." She replied with a bit of accent.
"Congratulations madam, you're the first immigrant to legally become a citizen this year." The man said with a smile.
"I am? But it is already late in Au-Au…Augoost."
"The new administration has taken up a very big anti-immigration policy, especially with the recent terrorist attacks and such."
"Terrorist?"
"Yes, a dreadful bunch of villains who called themselves "T3h Sp4mm3r 3 l33t". It was lead by three powerful warriors with high amounts of political power in the most destroyed parts of thee world. There Kyo Kusanagi the second, a rich Japanese man who was also a skilled martial arts expert. Then there was Tokusou Sentai Blessranger, the former Catholic priest with a love for dramatics. And then there was the worst of the three… Xy63r N1nja. He killed 10,000 innocent Neptunians with one foul attack, and the country has been on high alert ever since."
Jade Siren stood in silence, wondering if she had truly come to the right country. Perhaps America would have been a better choice? After all, Bush couldn't be as bad as they say he is.
Noticing the worried look on the immigrant's face, the officer quickly told her "But don't worry, there is nothing to worry about! Our new security measures will prevent anything like that from happening in the future!"
Jade gave a smile of relief, as did the officer. He watched as the beautiful young woman slowly marched through the doors and walked on the soil that was the great and proud nation of Neptune Circle.
Jade was without a home, without a family, without a life. Now she had the opportunity to work hard and live that dream that so many in her village have talked about.
"I shall live the dream…I shall live it."
She stepped forward proudly, only to step onto a wet piece of pink rubber. Suddenly, a man dressed in a Sherlock Holmes outfit rushed down the street, leaving a cloud of dust behind him. The man seemed to be in his forties, and had many wrinkles and gray hairs. His spirit, however, was as energetic as a child's.
"Madam, please kindly lift you shoe!" yelled the man. Jade quickly did so.
The man zoomed in on the piece of gum with his magnifying glass and then yelled in anger.
"Argh! These are not the dental markings of Moriarty! Maplin's information was useless! Ugh!" complained the man as he walked away from the woman.
"Um, excuse me?" asked Jade, still in her heavy accent.
"Yes madam?" the man said as he turned around, trying to be polite even though he was quite aggravated.
"Could you direct me to a ho…ho…hotel! Yes, hotel! I have enough money for one night, but new to country. Can't find ho…hotel."
"I'll take you to a hotel, but let me ask you this: What do you plan on doing after today?" he asked as the sun began to set over the misty beach.
"I…don't know…"
"Argh…Madam, you are lucky I am a kind person and will make this offer to you: You may stay at my current place of residence until you find yourself a job and suitable accommodations."
"Thank you! Thank you, sir!" she cried as he engulfed the stranger in a hug.
"Yes, yes. You can let go now." Said the man. Jade promptly obeyed.
"Now you may stay under one condition. That one condition is very simple: Do not interfere with my work."
"Okay, I will!"
"You will NOT."
"I will NOT."
"Very good. Come along then. My residence is a bit of a walk from here."
The two began walking for a little bit, and conversation was quickly sprouted up once more.
"What is your name?" asked Jade.
"The name's BearFrog."
"BearFrog? That's a silly name! You Neptunian's have such strange names!"
"BearFrog is nothing more than an alias I use. Besides, I have friends with weirder names."
"Like what?"
"Turtle Manson and Bovine Sith, for example."
"Tehehehe." She giggled.
"So, what is your name?" asked BearFrog.
"My name is Siren Jade. I mean Jade Siren! Sorry, I forgot you Neptunians are backwards."
"A teenage foreigner…This is exactly what I need…" BearFrog thought to himself.
"Ah!" yelled BearFrog excitedly. "Here we are! 221A Baker Street!"
Jade and BearFrog both entered the apartment, and while Jade stood staring around, BearFrog immediately went for the telephone and dialed a number up quickly.
Brrinng! Brring!
"Hello?" asked the voice.
"Mr. President, it's me."
"You failed, didn't you?"
"Maybe if your informant was on time, this would not have been a problem."
"Maybe if you were a bit more competent, this would not have been a problem."
"Damnit, I am competent! Why yo-"
Rocky hung up the phone and massaged his forehead. BearFrog was the most annoying member of his administration. Had it no been for his overwhelming public support, Rocky would have never had hired him in the first place.
"You know that next year is an election year, correct?" said a voice.
"Yeah, I noticed." Replied Rocky, still rubbing his forehead.
"Your approval ratings are fall-"
"I know!" yelled Rocky.
"Mr. President, don't allow the press to continue such propaganda. You know it is all lies."
"I know…I know…" Rocky sighed as he calmed himself down with a cigarette.
"Mr. President, I know exactly how to raise your approval ratings…"
"How?"
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"How could you have come late? What is your excuse?! What?! Lunch! You little…you'll be called Maplin the Murdered by BearFrog if you ever stop for a lunch break when you are supposed to meet someone!!" yelled BearFrog as he hung up the phone.
Grabbing a pipe, BearFrog threw off his hat and a sat back in his chair as became immersed in thought. Occasionally puffing gray clouds of smoke, he sat there, holding the pipe, sometimes rubbing his chin.
"Mister…Mr. BearFrog?" asked Jade quietly.
"Did I not tell you to leave me alone whilst I work?" BearFrog said frustratingly.
"Yes, but you have not shown me where my room is."
"Ah, yes of course! How foolish of me!" yelled BearFrog as he got up, waving his hands in the air.
Jade followed BearFrog up the stairs to the end of the hall.
"Ah, this was Turtles's old room. He's married now, and quite a fine doctor. Not at all like Dr. Dre, his idol, but still a good doctor nonetheless. Raps pretty good too."
Ding Dong! The doorbell rang.
"Excuse me for one moment." BearFrog said as he rushed down the stairs to open the door.
"Hey, BearFrog!" yelled Turtle as BearFrog opened the door.
"Manson, old chap! How are you?" asked BearFrog happily.
"Well, I'm divorced and need a place to stay!"
BearFrog's face froze, with the still open smile expression on his face.
"Great job, TM…" began BearFrog, regaining mouth movement, "The divorce rate wasn't bad enough!"
Turtle-Man smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Ugh, fine. Come in. I'll put on a pot…"
Turtle-Man grinned.
"Of tea! A pot of tea! Ugh!"