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due south and daredevil - two great tastes?

due south and daredevil - two great tastes?

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Why can't I find that Daredevil/due South entry once I actually hit something that might grow into PLOT?

Once I find it (hopefully) you will know that there is a new paralegal at Nelson and Murdoch and his name is Ray Kowalski who had to get out of Chicago fastish when his wife, Stella, found a new law partner and a new lover (and unhappily, they are both the same guy) and so, Ray has the worst job reference in the world (from his ex-boss ex-wife to spell things out) and a job interview fillibuster (which is what is lurking somewhere in this darn journal, damnit).

Hey! Joy! It's here! Let's do this the easy way, with a little help from blockquote:

Enter Ray Kowalski, a man in a hurry and owner of some hooky references. Foggy (Nelson - Matt's best friend and legal partner) has his finger on the pulse...

Ray "And, yeah, Stella. I loved Stella. Never has a guy loved a woman as much as I loved Stella. All I ever wanted to do was be with her.

I'd have never gone to college - my old man's a meat packer and my mum, she was terrified of student loans... that was the type of people they were; never been in hock to anybody and proud of it. Extra jobs, double shifts; they did whatever it takes and here was their B-grade kid applying to law school. Didn't get it. Couldn't get it. That didn't matter to me though; I was a boy who knew he was going places and that place was Stella

She was my gold-coast girl, my angel and my salvation. And if she was going to be a lawyer, I was going to do what it takes to go with her... I thought a bit about being a cop - we were the real pesky kids, we held up a bank robber, newspaper pictures, mayor's gallantry medal... it was just a thing to us - and maybe then I could fight crime with her. I set them up and she knocked them down.

But I couldn't do that - I couldn't do that to Stella. She was free to do whatever she wanted and I was going to be the guy who tied her down... I'd go anywhere for her; hell, Alaska, Casablanca. And what if she turned out really good at divorces or corporate fraud or something else. I was giving Stella everything she could ever want, and I thought that started with me.

I did typing classes. I was the only guy in a sea of pretty girls and got my experience at the police department typing pool. I met this guy, a frakin' lieutenant who said I was just throwin' my calling away. I'd left some comment at the bottom of the report and they bust the fink with it... and here was Lt Harding Walsh telling me that I should have been a cop. I should have been a contender... and I was making shit money to buy Stella things and keep things together while I passed grades at community college and got onto a para-legal course.

And if I couldn't make it as a lawyer, couldn't crack it as a partner, then this was going to be a family thing, our thing and we were going to make a life of it, a future of it, for ever after. Cue the music, cue the hot lawyer outfit, cue the guy who made things happen... and we were still dancing. Always dancing. And my parents understood that at least, we were partners and I was going to shift heaven and hell for us to make it.

It was good. At least, I thought it was good. We took on juniors, I got myself a whole god damn clerk pool and we always submitted the best paperwork - legible, intelligible and on-time. You can't underestimate that, judges loved us for it. And there I was - working through the pain because our staff had gone all irregular; there was a bug working the courtroom circuit - and I picked up the wrong god-damn file. Maybe she meant me to find it, or one of the kids xeroxing their way through school and break it to me; but I really hope she just made a mistake, that this hit her as bad as it hit me...

You know the rest - do I have to lay it all out plain for you? Those were walking papers; a divorce summons, when all we did was public defender and fraud trials, and it was there, right on the desk in front of me. By the morning came, you couldn't read a word on it, the ink had run and I ain't ashamed but I cried half my life away, because that was what I gave Stella. My life, my everything, my dreams and my happiness. And it turned out she was negotiating a partnership with this bastard, Orsini.

Stella, my Stella, and here was this guy with his slimy paws all over her writs and injunctions. I didn't like it. How could I feel otherwise... the short of it, I tried to scare the snake off and Stella rolled her eyes and told me either to get arrested or get out of town. The sweetener was cheap, like inner city drop-out she married, and here I am in the Big Apple with a reference that my wife... ex-wife - whatever, you'd think there was a word worthy of the Stella - and a suitcase, trying not to crack my nut and trying anything to get myself back in the typing pool. While I wander around with the resume from hell.

I might have just got the devil to write it. At least then I could get picked from the corrupt bastards you find advertising in skin mags and chasing ambulances.

And that's it, I'm done" Ray gets up and swings his arms out, basking in imaginary applause. "Thanks for the interview, I don't get a lot of them. Maybe I should have been a cop. Maybe I should have been an offender, strike that, contender... and now, I'm gone. I recommend applicant number three, talked to her before I made like Androcles."

And then, Matt had only one word, "Wait!" and for the first time since he was at high school he wondered if Ray Kowalski looked as hot as he sounded.

A little bit of Ray K having it all figured out as soon as he saw Daredevil turned up for breakfast (sadly it bought the bad writing bunny along so it exists only in outline and handwave) and then some vague thoughts about some kind of Fight Club set up...

That journalist, Ben Urich has warned Matt and Daredevil about... (to be sure it sinks in, Ben is in the know about Matt and his alter ego... way too many people know about Matt... I'm just trying to keep it non-specific comic 'verse here)...

Only, for guys without powers and all you have to do with Matt is ask him what colour shirt you're wearing...

...and although Matt has pulled this kind of thing before, it is the mother of BAD IDEA every single time, even if Elektra/Spider-Man/King Pin is there to get him out of the resultant MESS and CHAOS

...so, we get Ray Kowalski all fighting and mmmm... nice like in Mountie and Soul... like this [there are better pics out there but this ain't my computer and somebody needs it more than I need good Ray pictures and William and Elyse already rock more socks than (uh) Ray's seen cocks...

At which point there is no plot because Ray is hot, sweaty and combative... yum!
  • I still love this one.
    • It's nuts and barely anywhere, except ultraviolence and a guy who can really kick people in the head... I was wondering whether Vecchio would exist in this universe and whether the boys got to do their stealth ninja investigating in Chicago where they run into a Mountie and his Cop Partner... only then I just end up all conflicted and wondering where all the porn went

      Where did all the porn go? <--- it needs an icon

      (that or Harris Tweed)
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