SAMPLES First Person: [When Lotta decides to address the community, she’s already a little cross. Luckily for everyone about to listen, she’s already calmed down about it...but she still has questions, and she wants answers.]
Ya know, if that landlord ain’t gonna give us our stuff back so easily, he could at least do somethin’ nice about it. This place has got a buncha stores, but I don’t see a thrift store or pawn shop anywhere. Ain’t that a real biter? My pa always said not to trust a town without ‘em...they’re the real fancy towns! I’ve already got more reasons to not trust than this place than I have hair, so that ain’t an issue here. But...
[She sighs and reaches her hand into her afro. It looks almost like she’s scratching her head, but she sure looks uncomfortable.]
Just askin’ about stores like that ain’t gonna solve my problem! [And with that, she pulls it out, already smiling again.] Alright, so I’ve got a cheap camera here...you need a stake-out done? I’m your gal...for a fee, of course. I’ve gotta earn enough to get a fancy camera! One with all the bells and whistles and whatzits, just like the $1,600 from back home! ‘Course, that one only cost me $700...see how I’m in a pickle here?! You guys aren’t just gonna watch a fair lady like myself struggle, right? Just gimme a call! That’s Lotta Hart for all your investigative photography needs, ya got that? Thanks a bunch!
Third Person: So this was it. The story of a woman from the heartland, of the moonlit sky, and of her camera. Tonight, Lotta Hart was stalking the landlord.
She’d never heard of someone so shady before...well, except for maybe Manfred vonKarma. That man still could send a shiver down her spine, but this was different. People being placed into strange houses, people suddenly gaining weird powers, and a guy that never really comes out of his place? It was too suspicious. Something was definitely up and, being the woman she was, Lotta ignored most of what everyone had to say about him and decided to launch an investigation of the landlord herself. In her mind, he was almost like a mythical person...no way someone like that really existed, right?
She had parked her car across the street and turned it into a complete stake-out mobile. There was a sleeping bag in the back seat, a portable stove in the co-pilot’s seat, and all sorts of camera equipment strewn all over her car. At first, she was excited about the investigation...but sitting there all day had led to nothing good, and now night had fallen and she was relying on coffee and snacks to keep herself going. Her camera rested on the back of the backseat, pointed right out the rear window. The windows were rolled down so she could easily lean out of the car and snap more with her zoom lens.
...Man, she really missed her sound equipment. And all of this silence was driving her crazy! This was only the third night of the stake-out, but so far she’d only encountered people walking by and asking her to move her car or to ask her what the heck she was up to. Of course, the second night she had kind of fizzled out and read a magazine while she half-heartedly watched, but this was night three! He had to leave his house at some point. If he didn’t, then...maybe there wasn’t really anyone in there. She could see it now--the Landlord isn’t real, but someone is pretending to be! It would be the greatest scandal to hit Holly Heights since...well, since she arrived.
But she couldn’t bring herself to go any closer to the house.
“C’mon, c’mon...you’re a guy, ain’t ya? Don’t ya have a gal to take out to a rodeo or somethin’ like that?”
She mumbled to herself as she adjusted the zoom lens on the camera, focusing carefully...and then it happened. Something moved. She yelled a “yeehah” at the top of her lungs and started snapping pictures before quickly grabbing the camera and leaning out the window...and that’s when she noticed.
“What in the Sam Hill?!”
The car that had pulled right up to the residence drove closer, stopped, turned around, and started to pull away. For a second, she’d thought the car had contained a special guest of the Landlord’s...but the car had just belonged to some lost resident! She couldn’t help but yell at them as the car drove away.
“That’s right, ya better drive off! You’re interruptin’ a serious investigation here! You’ve gotta lot of nerve, pal!” With a soft hmph and an aggressive sigh, she pulled herself back into the car and propped her camera back up again. So close, but so far...
OTHER Housing Request?: None! Did you read the rules and FAQ?:Yep. Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Reckongiven! (...yes)
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Lotta Hart ▣ Ace Attorney ▣ Not reserved ▣ 3/3
First Person:
[When Lotta decides to address the community, she’s already a little cross. Luckily for everyone about to listen, she’s already calmed down about it...but she still has questions, and she wants answers.]
Ya know, if that landlord ain’t gonna give us our stuff back so easily, he could at least do somethin’ nice about it. This place has got a buncha stores, but I don’t see a thrift store or pawn shop anywhere. Ain’t that a real biter? My pa always said not to trust a town without ‘em...they’re the real fancy towns! I’ve already got more reasons to not trust than this place than I have hair, so that ain’t an issue here. But...
[She sighs and reaches her hand into her afro. It looks almost like she’s scratching her head, but she sure looks uncomfortable.]
Just askin’ about stores like that ain’t gonna solve my problem! [And with that, she pulls it out, already smiling again.] Alright, so I’ve got a cheap camera here...you need a stake-out done? I’m your gal...for a fee, of course. I’ve gotta earn enough to get a fancy camera! One with all the bells and whistles and whatzits, just like the $1,600 from back home! ‘Course, that one only cost me $700...see how I’m in a pickle here?! You guys aren’t just gonna watch a fair lady like myself struggle, right? Just gimme a call! That’s Lotta Hart for all your investigative photography needs, ya got that? Thanks a bunch!
Third Person:
So this was it. The story of a woman from the heartland, of the moonlit sky, and of her camera. Tonight, Lotta Hart was stalking the landlord.
She’d never heard of someone so shady before...well, except for maybe Manfred vonKarma. That man still could send a shiver down her spine, but this was different. People being placed into strange houses, people suddenly gaining weird powers, and a guy that never really comes out of his place? It was too suspicious. Something was definitely up and, being the woman she was, Lotta ignored most of what everyone had to say about him and decided to launch an investigation of the landlord herself. In her mind, he was almost like a mythical person...no way someone like that really existed, right?
She had parked her car across the street and turned it into a complete stake-out mobile. There was a sleeping bag in the back seat, a portable stove in the co-pilot’s seat, and all sorts of camera equipment strewn all over her car. At first, she was excited about the investigation...but sitting there all day had led to nothing good, and now night had fallen and she was relying on coffee and snacks to keep herself going. Her camera rested on the back of the backseat, pointed right out the rear window. The windows were rolled down so she could easily lean out of the car and snap more with her zoom lens.
...Man, she really missed her sound equipment. And all of this silence was driving her crazy! This was only the third night of the stake-out, but so far she’d only encountered people walking by and asking her to move her car or to ask her what the heck she was up to. Of course, the second night she had kind of fizzled out and read a magazine while she half-heartedly watched, but this was night three! He had to leave his house at some point. If he didn’t, then...maybe there wasn’t really anyone in there. She could see it now--the Landlord isn’t real, but someone is pretending to be! It would be the greatest scandal to hit Holly Heights since...well, since she arrived.
But she couldn’t bring herself to go any closer to the house.
“C’mon, c’mon...you’re a guy, ain’t ya? Don’t ya have a gal to take out to a rodeo or somethin’ like that?”
She mumbled to herself as she adjusted the zoom lens on the camera, focusing carefully...and then it happened. Something moved. She yelled a “yeehah” at the top of her lungs and started snapping pictures before quickly grabbing the camera and leaning out the window...and that’s when she noticed.
“What in the Sam Hill?!”
The car that had pulled right up to the residence drove closer, stopped, turned around, and started to pull away. For a second, she’d thought the car had contained a special guest of the Landlord’s...but the car had just belonged to some lost resident! She couldn’t help but yell at them as the car drove away.
“That’s right, ya better drive off! You’re interruptin’ a serious investigation here! You’ve gotta lot of nerve, pal!” With a soft hmph and an aggressive sigh, she pulled herself back into the car and propped her camera back up again. So close, but so far...
OTHER
Housing Request?: None!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?:Yep.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Reckongiven! (...yes)
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1428 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
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