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The Kidnapping of Aisha Georges
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Mar-26-2007 06:18

To know what happened previously in this story please review the following threads.

The Story of Miss Violet Parr:

http://noir.playsleuth.com/map/cityhall/post.spy?id=19324

Mystery at the Masked Ball:

http://noir.playsleuth.com/map/cityhall/post.spy?id=19690


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Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-1-2007 07:01

Miss Parr had once again decided to act against her better judgment. She was by no means in a bargaining position, and she more than anyone knew that, at times, one had to swallow one’s pride and act in one’s best interests.

Violet Parr masterfully suppressed her fear, made her anger vanish and managed to smile politely. "Very pleased to meet you Mr. Harrelson, allow me to introduce myself, I am Miss Violet Parr... Now I seem to be confused as to whether or not you work for Mr. Frank Georges, but, seeing that I do not in the very least fear this man, I suppose it does not really matter either way."

Miss Parr awaited for a response from this dark, ordinary looking man, but then once more the man responded with a slight curving of his lips -Miss Parr could not call it a smile- that made him look anything but ordinary.

Violet looked into Harrelson’s eyes, deep into the core of his soul, ensuring her smile is maintained throughout the duration of her gaze. Miss Parr had no difficulty giving people trust. It was because her trust in her own self and abilities was so profound, trusting others came to her with ease: “If a decision turned out to be a bad one…” she always told herself, “I could simply make another decision.”

Harrelson looked with wonderful curiousity at Miss Parr as she tried harder to examine her damp surroundings. She suddenly shrugged off her own curiousity and decided it would be better to avoid whatever liquid was poured altogether.

“I cannot let Aisha Georges escape me before I get the information I urgently need out of her.”

“Miss Parr,” Harrelson, still slightly smiling started, “no one said you needed to do that at this point in time.”


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-1-2007 07:01


Violet was sceptical, but managed to skilfully hide it. Harrelson gestured for her to leave the room first and assured her with his eyes that he will follow and further guide her.

Miss Parr thought twice, but finally decided to practically fly from the damp motel room, nodding to Harrelson politely in thanks as she proceeded.


Harrelson
Harrelson

Apr-1-2007 17:22

Once out of the room, they moved toward swiftly toward their new destination, pausing only once or twice when Harrelson called for it. Violet moved gracefully without any sign that she had just left a volatile situation, or that she could be moving into a trap much worse. She had made her decision and shed the fears of doubt, seeming even more anxious to continue than the curiously plain looking man that followed her.

Harrelson watched her whenever they would stop, an odd expression on his face. During the second pause on their trip he blurted out, “You’re quite intoxicating. Your beauty that is.” But the look he was giving her was more akin to a strange scientist studying a bug in a jar than to a man leering at a beautiful woman. “Saintpaulia ionatha, indeed.” He murmured.

Though Miss Parr was unfazed by his unusual mannerisms, she glanced back once or twice to see how he was looking at her only to find that he wasn’t watching her at all. His eyes darted back and forth to bizarre angles at random intervals and the only time his eyes touched her was in transit. Violet followed his gaze and found that he was staring at every mirror and reflective surface they passed. He was either extremely vain, obsessively paranoid, or someone always keenly aware or his surroundings. His plain appearance and easy manner suggested the latter.

Harrelson
Harrelson

Apr-1-2007 17:22

“Here we are, Miss Parr.” Harrelson motioned the nearest door on their right. “The wife of my former employer” he emphasized the words, “waits for you on the other side of this door.” He handed her a key took a step back.

He pursed his lips together and relaxed his hands behind his back. Nodding toward the room he said, “I believe you’ll find Mrs. Georges in a much more talkative mood than she has been in the last few weeks. Apparently, she finds me rather frightening. Or perhaps some of the ideas I mentioned while moving her here. Curiosity can shape ideas in new and frightening…. Look at me rambling on. Please forgive me, Miss Parr.”

Violet indicated her forgiveness with a dismissive wave of her hand. She inserted the key, turned it, and then hesitated for a brief moment.

“Ladies first.” Said Harrelson as he grinned slowly and bowed deeply.


Arsenio Armas
Arsenio Armas

Apr-2-2007 03:29

"Gerroffme!" Arsenio struggling to keep the men away from him. "I AM NOT going back to the Philippines! Get off!" Arsenio then suddenly remembered the knife in his socks.

Arsenio took it and used one of the men as a human shield. "Now then, I bid you adieu." Said Arsenio before jumping into the water.

"Let's see ye' get back to shore!" Shouted one of the sailors. "You won't be able to see me once I am back in shore!"

Arsenio looked to the other direction. He could still see the New York harbor. "Just watch and wait. I'm coming!" Arsenio said as he started his long swim back to shore...

"Urgh... finally... I... I made it! HAHA! I made it!" Arsenio said with a struggle as he got back to his feet 7 hours later. "Time to see Victor Chen for another spare Deringer..."

"Arsenio? MY! Bloody hell! Your soaking wet!" Said Victor Chen a half an hour later as Arsenio stood in the chapel. "I need another Deringer..." "Why yes yes of course but first we must get you some new clothes! Come I have a spare black trench coat in the back come on..."

An hour later Arsenio came back to Victor Chen after a good bath. "A Deringer NOW." "Calm down boy! I'll get you one hold on." Said Victor Chen as he went out of the room.

Ten minutes later Victor Chen came back holding A deringer pistol along with 40 bullets. "Classic Dies Arcanum Deringer pistol able to shoot 8 rounds before reloading not like the old-fashioned 35. revolver." Victor boasted as he gave Arsenio the Deringer and the 40 bullets.

Arsenio loaded up and went to the Tricky Mister for a good cocktail. "Wherever they are I'll get them. I have no intention of killing. I just wanna show what I did came to do." Arsenio said as he put back the picture of "them" back in his pocket and got a good cocktail from the bartender...



Mary Reed
Mary Reed

Apr-2-2007 06:23

mary walked into the tricky mister bar and looked around her for future clients. she didn't find anyone worth her time, so she quickly hid behind the bar door as cyrus walked past. he fought with her in the past for trying to find clients in the tricky mister and told her to carry her busienss somewhere else on the streets of newyork.

she was poor and needed some money so mary like most attractive young girls her age had to work the streets. she saw a potential client drinking a good cocktail and she went up to him and said 'hello my name is mary reed and you are?"

"aresnio armas' said the rich looking gentleman. 'looking for business sir she asked?" and arensio smiled but she decided to run because cyrus looked towards her with a threatening look.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-2-2007 06:37


Miss Violet Parr shook off Harrelson’s compliment as soon as she heard it. She realised at a very young age that any inflation of the ego would very likely prevent her from attaining any substantial form success or happiness in her life. She was very curious and a little worried at his reference to the African Violet. Very few people knew that it was her most-favoured flower of choice.

Miss Parr was very intrigued by Harrelson’s observant nature, and moreover wondered if he was as alert to his surroundings as she usually was to her own.

“Here we are, Miss Parr.” Harrelson motioned to a door on her right. “The wife of my former employer” he emphasized his words, “waits for you on the other side of this door.” He handed her a key and took a step back. Violet hesitated.

Harrelson continued. “I believe you’ll find Mrs. Georges in a much more talkative mood than she has been in the last few weeks. Apparently, she finds me rather frightening. Or perhaps some of the ideas I mentioned while moving her here. Curiosity can shape ideas in new and frightening…. Look at me rambling on. Please forgive me, Miss Parr.”

She was not trying too hard to make sense of his words as her mind was being occupied with her upcoming course of action.

“Ladies first…”

As soon as her Harrelson bowed, Miss Violet Parr decided it was time for another chaotic moment. She quickly turned the key into the door, took it out of the keyhole, entered the room, and, with a quick reflex, closed the door behind her and locked it twice over. “You will have to excuse me Mr. Harrelson, but I do value my privacy with Mrs. Georges, as you must understand we-”

“OH! Mizz Barrrrr!” Aisha Georges was slumped on the floor of the room, by choice it seemed. She was very surprisingly eager to speak with Violet. “Come, I will tell you all you need to know about thiz matterrrr.”


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-2-2007 06:38

“Why! Heavens Mrs. Geor-”

“No time to act like a kind little angel… a kidnapperrrr and a Baztarrrrrd you may be, but don’t take yourrrzelf forrr a fool Mizz Barrrr. I took you forrr one long enough!”

Miss Parr’s mind thought fast: It was obvious that Harrelson has reacted very calmly to her sudden actions of betrayal. She felt his presence outside the door as well as, funnily enough, his smile. She turned her attentions to Mrs. Georges, who was uttering her words in rapid chaos, and tried to take control of the situation.

“Mrs. Georges stop talking please and tell me who is this Mr. Harrelson and what is his connection to your husband should there be any in fact?”

“Therrre is a morrre imborrrtant connection herre Mizz Barrrr than Harrrrelzon’z to Frrank’z… Therrre is a verrry good chanze that you and I arrre motherrrr and daughterrr!”

Miss Violet Parr froze for a second. Her thought process stopped, and then her mind decided to stop the fear rising in her heart by telling her a joke through directing her sight towards Mrs. Georges.

Violet took one good look at the vast Mrs. Georges: She lay on the floor, dirty, ridiculous, tired and her breath smelled of alcohol. She carried herself with close to no elegance, manners escaped her and so did any inartificial or artificial beauty. Miss Parr could hardly keep herself from chuckling: “Oh Mrs. Georges! Do not be absurd!”


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-2-2007 06:57

“I am zorrry dearrr girrrrl, but I waz marrrrying one of the wealthiezt, mozt eztablished men in New York. I had no feelingz for Alberrrrrt, norrrr did I forrr you.”

Miss Parr was dumbfounded.

“I did not hate you orrr anything like that Mizz Barrrr. It iz juzt that yourrr birrrth waz terrrribly comblicated and tirrrsome. It rrrrenderrrred me barrrren. I had no uze forrr a girrrl back then. Frrrank wouldn’t want me az a wife if he knew I labourrred a baztarrrd child. Madhurrri Barrrr seems to have done a betterrrr job with you than I could have everrr done myself.”


Violet recoiled: her face squinted in an attempt to prevent any tears from surfacing.

“Oh you boorrrr girrrrl. I know no one wantz to hearrr thiz in such a horrrrid motel rrrroom: but some of uz juzt arrren’t meant to be motherrrrzz. I told Frrrank many timez to not botherrr with you. ‘She iz juzt a baztarrrrd girrrrl’ I told him, but he wouldn’t have any of it. You zeee me and frrrank don’t have any childrrrren, and he believes Alberrrrt Barrrr will have a legitimate claim thrrrough you to the Georges’ wealth and eztatez.”

Violet Parr struggled to keep her balance.

“Of courrrrze you will zay: ‘But Mizzezz. Georrrrgezzzz, oh but Mizzezz. Georrrrgezzzz, how could I have claim to hizzz forrrrtune in law.’ I DON’T KNOW! You arrre the Lawyerrrr, orrr so we’ve hearrrrd. Frrrrank Georrrrrges hatez you and yourrr fatherrrr. He haz alwayzz been jealouz frrrom Alberrrrt, he wanted me all to himzelf… he couldn’t bearrrrr to think that…”

Mrs. Georges’ voice faded away as Violet Parr turned to the door, unlocked it, and staggered out of the room. She nodded politely to Harrelson who was still standing there "but that was all she remembered from that moment in time.



Arsenio Armas
Arsenio Armas

Apr-3-2007 04:23

"Crazy town eh?" said the bartender to Arsenio. Arsenio meerely gave a grin and stepped out of the bar.

"I have to leave this city..." Arsenio said and then made his way to the docks.

"Yes a ticket to London." Arsenio said whispering to avoid any eavesdroppers.

Arsenio knew he was being followed so he decided to give the follower a wrong turn.

Arsenio shouted at the counter. "Thanks for the Ticket to Shanghai!" Arsenio knew now that whoever was following him was now gonna take a wrong turn...



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