Writing Game: Janus City Noire

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The time is the late twenty-first century. The place: Janus City, California, a megalopolis with a population in excess of thirty million people. The corporations are in charge. The alteration of life, redesigning, has become a phenomenon, be it through genetic, cybernetic, or even psychological means. There are no clear saints, and sometimes, there are no clear demons. Because of the Bug War, it always rains, and the sun hardly rises. Into this landscape come private dicks, plainclothers, Mr. and Ms. Joe Q, jezebels, hoods, the scum of the earth... and you.

RULES OF THE GAME
1. Keep it noiry.
2. No OOC moments.
3. Third person limited, one character at a time.
4. No hijacking other Janus City inhabitants, please.
5. There are no happy endings, only bittersweet or downer endings. Period.

CHARACTER FOR THIS SCENE
Douglas Ravine, nee Riccoli- A privdick hired by the USDR to investigate black market redesigning in Janus City. A native, he knows the city inside and out. He's an old-fashioned type, and is thinking of retiring early and having some kids. He's a decent man trying to make a living. Raised Catholic in an impoverished part of Janus known as the Gallows. No experience on the force, joined his privdick company five years ago. Strong sense of justice. A little nostalgic. Prefers riding on the streets due to vertigo.

EPISODE 1: Janus City Blues
Douglas Ravine sat on a bench in a subterra station where the higher society ended and the ghetto began. He was thumbing his way through the newspaper. He was genuinely surprised to find one of these pulpy things laying in the corner near the escalator, which itself, was an antiquity.
It was dated thirty years ago, when he was just some kid wandering around the outskirts of the Gallows. Now, he was a privdick doing hired snoop work for the U.S Department of Redesigning's Criminal Management division, which wasn't so different from running around the Gallows in his eyes.
At least it payed good. His Oldsmobile was neatly parked on the street above. If his sources were right, Natasha Grant's right hand woman, Connie Vanhorn, would be arriving on the next bullet.