What in the...? -_- I'm pretty sure I reviewed this. So. asfdj;lBOOTOME. TT.TT Oh well. I'm review now, right? x3 ANywho. ;3

I liked it. I like everything. There's that STYLE thing. You've got a different style than from what I've read in the Noir section. There's just...
I DON'T KNOW.
GAH.
SAFDJK;L
I LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE.

THE END.
I'M GETTING FRUSTRATED FOR NOT FINDING WORDS.
*dies*

Yay! You're still alive! At oyasumi we were starting to worry about you.

I liked that, very descriptive and like a scene from film Noir (no pun intended) ^ ^

I can only guess what it was Mirielle was doing. I just assume she had taken a job and went without Kirika.

Come to oyasumi sometime soon, Ryusan sounded a bit worried when she hadn't seen you for a while.

Ja!
~AA

Ah yes, Rue De l'Echaude. I've seen those pictures on the japanese site too, and there IS a distinct similarity. I may try and find the street when I go to Paris soon, out of curiousity.

Anyhoo. Great story. I loved the imagery of the street just before she enters the apartment. T'was somewhat eerie!

P.S. to Section Eight - Helpful comments, but I think the story is fine as it is. (and I LOVED Noir:Contracts but you don't accept unsigned ff.net reviews.) But you have a fan here :)

*goes to read more of SwordSkill's stuff*

Most notable for its atmospherics, I enjoyed this short piece, but see room for improvment.

People rely almost exclusively on sight when describing situations. This is effective, but ignores the potential offered by the other four senses. You've many visual references, two sound effects, and no tactile, olfactory, or taste cues (what's the word for "of or pertaining to taste"?). You could really hype up the sense of isolation and stillness by exploiting these. D.G. Rosetti's (two "s's"?) otherwise terrible poem, "My Sister Slept" (I think that's the title), for example, writes of a silence so profound that even a candle can be heard "whispering" in the room.

So, it's the middle of the night in Paris. What can you see, smell, hear, feel, and taste?

For example:

This is Paris, so absolute silence is out. However, instead of the usual rush of motorcars, you might hear the tic-tac pita-pat of a rat on a distant eavestrough, the click of heels on pavement, or the skitter of a stone, accidentally kicked.

I appreciate your postscript on Rue de l'Echaude, and may steal it in the future. Mwah ha ha.

PS: Since you've already done so much characterization of the street, you could expand this into a little "story of a city" thing, wherein you talk about all the different people who walk down this road every day.

Looking forward to your next work.