Post by Rotten Mark Keaton on Jun 16, 2023 5:37:51 GMT -6
Yang's Cafe
Toronto Ontario Canada
1:32 PM
Remarkable Mark Keaton parked his jet black 85 Yamaha V-Max at the curb in the busy street. He removed his helmet and shook his head. He swing his leather clad leg over the bike and stepped on to the sidewalk in front of the Yang's Cafe. It looked busy inside, full of laptop users sipping coffee and nibbling on bagels. He tucked his skull themed helmet under his arm then walked inside.
A man dressed in a brown suit motioned for him to come over, he had an empty plate in front of him, a permanent bright smile pasted on his plain looking face. His hair a little long but well taken care of.
Mark allowed himself a smirk and grabbed the man's hand in a strong shake then put his helmet in the booth before sitting down.
"Carter Normandy of West Toronto Realty at your service, my man! Ha ha! I'm your friend, your greatest ally for finding your new pad! Don't you worry Mark, by the end of the day you'll be so happy you won't be able to wipe the smile from your face!"
Mark nodded at the fast talking salesman then ordered a black coffee with extra sugar and milk on the side.
"That's awesome, dude. Prime's giving me a totally rad signing bonus so money won't be a problem…"
Carter opened his mouth but Mark cut him off.
"...over 150 that is. We totally can't get too carried away here, November."
"It's Normandy my friend, ha ha! No worries! No worries! Listen, I've got JUST the place for you Mr. Remarkable, it's just a twenty eight minute drive from here! One sixty eight and it's been on the market for about ten years. The only reason nobody bought it is because there's going to be a bit of maintenance involved. But you're a big strong man, ha ha! Maintenance would be nothing for such a chiseled fella like yourself."
Mark nodded in agreement then lit a cigarette. He threw his jacket back on then his bike helmet. It quickly filled with smoke.
"Well dude, cough, cough! Let's totally, cough cough! Get this show on the road man!"
35 minutes later
A bright blue Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the curb in a small community in West Toronto. The spinning rims of West Toronto Realty kept spinning and started to slow. Carter Normandy stepped out of his car as Mark Keaton pulled up to a stop behind his car. Normandy adjusted his suit and smiled at the black three story, Victorian castle fifty yards away.
"It's one hundred and fifty seven years old!" Carter announced as Mark approached him.
"Looks two hundred." Mark muttered as he looked at the layers of dirt on the loose siding, the overgrown lawn, dead trees and broken stone driveway that they weren't using for some reason.
"HA HA!" Carter over laughed at Mark's quip and clapped him on the back.
"Don't judge a book by its cover, my friend! Wait until you see the space you have in here."
They walked up to the massive building. Carter fiddled his his keys and they entered the old house. The door creeked into the dark entrance, a staircase dominated the room to the second floor. The panel on the door fell off and slammed into the tiled floor sending an explosion of dust in different directions.
"Totally seems well taken care of man." Mark rubbed dirt off of his biker jacket.
Carter ignored the statement, "It used to be a bed and breakfast, one of the most popular places in Toronto back in the fifties. Important people stayed here." Normandy dug his fists into his hips and smiled, taking in the view from the door.
"Name one." Mark said then ran his finger over the stairs rail then looked at the dirt.
"HA ha! There's too many to list right now, my friend! Red Skelton ring a bell?"
"Red Skeleton? That dude from Marvel?"
Carter Normandy started laughing but it was all cut out instantly….
"GEEET OUUUT!!
The gurgling, loud voice seemed to come from every direction. It made Carter jump, Mark stood by the stairs, he tried to light a cigarette but fumbled his lighter and gave up.
Carter quickly scrambled in his pants suit pocket and retrieved his cellphone.
"Ha ha! T-those d-darn kids of mine must of changed my text notification sound again! They're always up to something, kids eh?" Carter tapped his phone a bunch of times.
"Your phone has some wicked speakers man." Mark cleaned his ear with his finger, they were ringing from the loud voice.
"O.K Mr. Keaton, the Moist Meatloaf, let's continue our tour shall we?" Carter motioned Mark towards a large dining room.
"Sure," Mark gave him a distrusting glance, " and it's Moist Beefcake, you airhead."
They walked into the dining room, tables were set up along the windows with cloth coverings, all the chairs were laying on their backs nearby. An old microphone stand was in the corner near an elegant, oak grand piano dominating the corner.
Mark inspected the piano, not a speck of dust on it. He held up a finger to show Carter.
"You dudes get people in here to JUST clean the piano? It's totally the only clean thing I've seen so far!"
Carter Normandy ignored Mark and adjusted his suit.
"Look at this room, my friend! Imagine the parties they had here back in the day, imagine the parties YOU could have in the future, right in this magnificent space!"
A shuffling noise could be heard behind them. They both slowly turned around to see all the chairs arranged in a pyramid on all the tables.
"Dude, this place is totally haunted." Mark nearly whispered.
"Ha ha! Come on now, Mr. Keaton! Y-You don't actually believe in ghosts do you? Those chairs w-were l-l-like that when we came in. It's common place to arrange chairs like that b-back in the day."
The piano started playing The Jaws theme by itself.
"It's one of those automatic pianos, does that all the time, ha ha! Let's quickly move to some other room!" Carter quickly motioned Mark to check out the kitchen area.
One hour later
They walked out to the dirty front lawn. Carter looked stressed out. Mark lit a smoke and let out a sigh.
"Well, what do you think of that place?" Carter said, defeat evident in his tone.
"Well, when the chair was thrown at me by a mystical force in the guest room, it really brought out the charm in the decor." Mark looked at his smoke, it was broken in half so he flicked it.
"Ya, it was windy in there."
"I'll give you eighty."
"Deal." Carter shook his hand and watched Mark get on his motorbike. Once Mark drove out of sight he quickly ran to his car and jumped in. He peeled away from the area as quick as possible.
Toronto Ontario Canada
1:32 PM
Remarkable Mark Keaton parked his jet black 85 Yamaha V-Max at the curb in the busy street. He removed his helmet and shook his head. He swing his leather clad leg over the bike and stepped on to the sidewalk in front of the Yang's Cafe. It looked busy inside, full of laptop users sipping coffee and nibbling on bagels. He tucked his skull themed helmet under his arm then walked inside.
A man dressed in a brown suit motioned for him to come over, he had an empty plate in front of him, a permanent bright smile pasted on his plain looking face. His hair a little long but well taken care of.
Mark allowed himself a smirk and grabbed the man's hand in a strong shake then put his helmet in the booth before sitting down.
"Carter Normandy of West Toronto Realty at your service, my man! Ha ha! I'm your friend, your greatest ally for finding your new pad! Don't you worry Mark, by the end of the day you'll be so happy you won't be able to wipe the smile from your face!"
Mark nodded at the fast talking salesman then ordered a black coffee with extra sugar and milk on the side.
"That's awesome, dude. Prime's giving me a totally rad signing bonus so money won't be a problem…"
Carter opened his mouth but Mark cut him off.
"...over 150 that is. We totally can't get too carried away here, November."
"It's Normandy my friend, ha ha! No worries! No worries! Listen, I've got JUST the place for you Mr. Remarkable, it's just a twenty eight minute drive from here! One sixty eight and it's been on the market for about ten years. The only reason nobody bought it is because there's going to be a bit of maintenance involved. But you're a big strong man, ha ha! Maintenance would be nothing for such a chiseled fella like yourself."
Mark nodded in agreement then lit a cigarette. He threw his jacket back on then his bike helmet. It quickly filled with smoke.
"Well dude, cough, cough! Let's totally, cough cough! Get this show on the road man!"
35 minutes later
A bright blue Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the curb in a small community in West Toronto. The spinning rims of West Toronto Realty kept spinning and started to slow. Carter Normandy stepped out of his car as Mark Keaton pulled up to a stop behind his car. Normandy adjusted his suit and smiled at the black three story, Victorian castle fifty yards away.
"It's one hundred and fifty seven years old!" Carter announced as Mark approached him.
"Looks two hundred." Mark muttered as he looked at the layers of dirt on the loose siding, the overgrown lawn, dead trees and broken stone driveway that they weren't using for some reason.
"HA HA!" Carter over laughed at Mark's quip and clapped him on the back.
"Don't judge a book by its cover, my friend! Wait until you see the space you have in here."
They walked up to the massive building. Carter fiddled his his keys and they entered the old house. The door creeked into the dark entrance, a staircase dominated the room to the second floor. The panel on the door fell off and slammed into the tiled floor sending an explosion of dust in different directions.
"Totally seems well taken care of man." Mark rubbed dirt off of his biker jacket.
Carter ignored the statement, "It used to be a bed and breakfast, one of the most popular places in Toronto back in the fifties. Important people stayed here." Normandy dug his fists into his hips and smiled, taking in the view from the door.
"Name one." Mark said then ran his finger over the stairs rail then looked at the dirt.
"HA ha! There's too many to list right now, my friend! Red Skelton ring a bell?"
"Red Skeleton? That dude from Marvel?"
Carter Normandy started laughing but it was all cut out instantly….
"GEEET OUUUT!!
The gurgling, loud voice seemed to come from every direction. It made Carter jump, Mark stood by the stairs, he tried to light a cigarette but fumbled his lighter and gave up.
Carter quickly scrambled in his pants suit pocket and retrieved his cellphone.
"Ha ha! T-those d-darn kids of mine must of changed my text notification sound again! They're always up to something, kids eh?" Carter tapped his phone a bunch of times.
"Your phone has some wicked speakers man." Mark cleaned his ear with his finger, they were ringing from the loud voice.
"O.K Mr. Keaton, the Moist Meatloaf, let's continue our tour shall we?" Carter motioned Mark towards a large dining room.
"Sure," Mark gave him a distrusting glance, " and it's Moist Beefcake, you airhead."
They walked into the dining room, tables were set up along the windows with cloth coverings, all the chairs were laying on their backs nearby. An old microphone stand was in the corner near an elegant, oak grand piano dominating the corner.
Mark inspected the piano, not a speck of dust on it. He held up a finger to show Carter.
"You dudes get people in here to JUST clean the piano? It's totally the only clean thing I've seen so far!"
Carter Normandy ignored Mark and adjusted his suit.
"Look at this room, my friend! Imagine the parties they had here back in the day, imagine the parties YOU could have in the future, right in this magnificent space!"
A shuffling noise could be heard behind them. They both slowly turned around to see all the chairs arranged in a pyramid on all the tables.
"Dude, this place is totally haunted." Mark nearly whispered.
"Ha ha! Come on now, Mr. Keaton! Y-You don't actually believe in ghosts do you? Those chairs w-were l-l-like that when we came in. It's common place to arrange chairs like that b-back in the day."
The piano started playing The Jaws theme by itself.
"It's one of those automatic pianos, does that all the time, ha ha! Let's quickly move to some other room!" Carter quickly motioned Mark to check out the kitchen area.
One hour later
They walked out to the dirty front lawn. Carter looked stressed out. Mark lit a smoke and let out a sigh.
"Well, what do you think of that place?" Carter said, defeat evident in his tone.
"Well, when the chair was thrown at me by a mystical force in the guest room, it really brought out the charm in the decor." Mark looked at his smoke, it was broken in half so he flicked it.
"Ya, it was windy in there."
"I'll give you eighty."
"Deal." Carter shook his hand and watched Mark get on his motorbike. Once Mark drove out of sight he quickly ran to his car and jumped in. He peeled away from the area as quick as possible.