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| + | Wandrey, Michael | ||
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| + | Period 3 | ||
| + | Of Mice and Men, Character Description | ||
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| + | A tall man walked into the hotel lobby. He checked his left coat pocket as he dusted off his left jacket shoulder with his right hand. Like the other detectives, he wore a earthy, brown long coat, black dress pants, and a pair of dirty black boots. When he had finished dusting off his jacket, he proceeded further into the hotel lobby, and he moved with a sort of dignity and determination only achieved by the greatest warriors of old. He was a detective, the ultimate sleuth, capable of cutting to the chase faster than most private eyes and even being able to track down any criminal through normally infeasible conditions such as heavy snow or rain. He was able to pick out any criminal within a hundred-man crowd without batting an eye. There was a certain strength in his manner and an aura about him so powerful that all human activity short of breathing would stop when he simply walked into the room. His influence was so strong that he was trusted about anything, be it criminal activity or love. This was Detective Lancar, the ultimate sleuth. His face showed a man of great focus and determination. He might have been thirty or forty. He sensed more of the truth than was given to him, and his steely gaze showed vibes of focus, but of perception beyond the best focus. His arms, thick and strong, were as fierce in their action as a team of twelve Spanish fighting bulls. | ||
Revision as of 14:53, 6 September 2006
Wandrey, Michael 9/04/06 Period 3
Of Mice and Men, Character Description
A tall man walked into the hotel lobby. He checked his left coat pocket as he dusted off his left jacket shoulder with his right hand. Like the other detectives, he wore a earthy, brown long coat, black dress pants, and a pair of dirty black boots. When he had finished dusting off his jacket, he proceeded further into the hotel lobby, and he moved with a sort of dignity and determination only achieved by the greatest warriors of old. He was a detective, the ultimate sleuth, capable of cutting to the chase faster than most private eyes and even being able to track down any criminal through normally infeasible conditions such as heavy snow or rain. He was able to pick out any criminal within a hundred-man crowd without batting an eye. There was a certain strength in his manner and an aura about him so powerful that all human activity short of breathing would stop when he simply walked into the room. His influence was so strong that he was trusted about anything, be it criminal activity or love. This was Detective Lancar, the ultimate sleuth. His face showed a man of great focus and determination. He might have been thirty or forty. He sensed more of the truth than was given to him, and his steely gaze showed vibes of focus, but of perception beyond the best focus. His arms, thick and strong, were as fierce in their action as a team of twelve Spanish fighting bulls.
