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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

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!”

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.

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...

Apr-3-2007 06:39

"oh my god, he thinks he can fool me! he is verry silly.. hahahhaahaa" mary reed laughed very very loudly. she followed arsenio to the boat to shanghai and she got a ticket to shanghai.. he thinks he can fool her and send her to london instead.

"hmmm.. maybe there are more men in shanghai for business." she finished her ciggarette and got on the boat laughing all the way to arsenios bedroom.

Apr-3-2007 18:58

“Back so soon Miss Parr?” whispered Harrelson, a touch of mock surprise in his voice. “ I understand how you feel though.” He leaned forward slightly and said, “That woman seems to have no endearing qualities at all. Such a terribly shrill voice… to quote one of my favorite books ‘She is truly a peacock in everything but beauty.’ I consider myself lucky to have been locked out of the room. This wonderfully thick door was able to drown her in its dense and grainy depths. It was mercifully quiet out here in the hall,” he assured her.

Violet didn’t look as if she was paying any attention to his words or even his presence. She looked to be pale with worry and yet flush with embarrassment all at once. And after speaking a word of murmured thanks in reply, began to slow the pace of her rapid breathing. She took a moment to compose herself and then glanced both directions down the hallway. Her gaze did not seem to be a search for someone; it looked more like, anticipation.

“Well then, it appears that my presence is no longer required.” He checked the watch on his right hand and the hesitated before turning to go. “I know I was not ‘invited’ to this little party of yours, but I have enjoyed myself thoroughly thus far. I imagine that you can handle most any situation all on your own, but if you have need of me, here is where I am staying.” He handed her a small card with neat calligraphy, and turned to leave. “Oh and if you or one of your friends is interested, I will be guest lecturing all this week at the local university. Come and join the fun.”

Somehow Violet knew that the small wicked smile had returned to his face.

Apr-8-2007 16:22

Christopher was frantic with worry. He knew that Ran was tailing him, either to make sure that Violet and himself were safe or to spy on them, and he couldn’t decide which was more insulting. He did know however, that he was in no mood to humour him, so he slowed down to a complete before he reached the hotel. Ran then realized that Chris was aware of his presence and had little choice but to slip out of the shadows and face the tall man. Christopher turned around and stared at him unblinkingly until Ran gave a one sided shrug and grinned unrepentantly. He knew Ran meant well but he was more than glad that he appeared to take the hint and head towards the closest bar. Chris immediately picked up his pace and continued on his way to the hotel.

***
The look he got from the concierge as he entered the motel did nothing to calm his nerves. The gnawing feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach over the course of the night intensified and his whole body was humming with the force of it. He all but ran to the rooms he rented with Violet. His mind was supplying him with horrendous pictures of his friend hurt or worse in those rooms but nothing could prepare him for what he found when he opened the door after a moment’s hesitation.

The first thing Christopher registered as he opened the door was the sour metallic smell that assaulted his nostrils. He could feel it permeating the air in thick fumes and he had to cover his nose to lessen its effects and he had to fight a wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.

Cont...

Apr-8-2007 16:23

‘WHAT THE….’ Chris’ already jumbled thoughts froze in his head as he began to examine his surroundings only to see three bodies strewn around the bed. Their skin was sickly green and sallow, the work of some sort of poison by the smell and look of things. Chris shook his head forcefully to clear it and took a real look at the room. It was eerie even to him at times how he manages to detach himself from his emotions and observe his surroundings with clinical precision, but such qualities were a necessity in his profession and his friend’s life may depend on those very skills so he wasn’t about to question them now.

Chris surmised that whoever did this had a key to the room. There was no sign of Violet or Mrs. Georges and Chris refused to think of it in any other way than that they were still alive. Chris knew instinctively that the fumes and bodies were caused by the liquid soaking the floor. To the untrained eye it would look as if there was but a few green spots marring the otherwise clean room but Chris knew better. The spots were placed to carefully to be the results of an accident. He could see a few surrounding what would have been Mrs. Georges’ plump figure on the bed and he just knew that if he were to see her now, she would have some on her clothes as well. He was relieved to notice that the spots on the bed were distinctively different than those covering the floor.

‘Whoever did this wanted Mrs. Georges alive and knew that these men were going to show up which explains the nasty surprise that was left for them once Mrs. Georges was removed’ Chris was thinking out loud. He was jarred out of his thoughts by the bout of sickness that came over him and he knew that he could not afford to dally in the room any longer. Taking a final sweeping look at the room he closed the door and made his way back to the reception.

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Apr-8-2007 16:23

The concierge’s earlier look of suspicion morphed into one of terror as Chris approached. Christopher allowed himself a moment of smug satisfaction at that. His stony mask took years of trials and hardships to perfect. Now his hardened features and intense stare when focused on his prey could reduce the strongest of men to stuttering fools and the concierge was no match for Chris. He had him singing like a bird with nary a word and within minutes Christopher was on his way to the room acquired by one ‘Rick Harris’.

***

He passed a well dressed man as he came out of the elevator. He was an average looking man by most standards. Too average, thought Chris curiously. The man graced him with a graceful nod before he entered the elevator Chris just vacated. Chris was unsettled by the knowing look on the man’s face and the man’s twitching upper lip that seemed to suggest that he was trying in vain to keep it from curving up in amusement. Chris however, was intrigued by the man’s eyes that was twinkling at him with equal amounts of superior intelligence and mirth. Chris had to blink once twice to get that twinkle out of his head. ‘Get a grip Chris, twinkling eyes indeed’ he scoffed at himself and carried on down the corridor.

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Apr-8-2007 16:24

He came to the room to find the door wide open; Mrs. Georges was half lying in a heap on the floor wailing. She had mascara-smudged tear tracks running down her cheeks and her face seemed to crumble within itself as her flushed cheeks contrasted with her melting face powder. Chris pursed his lips in disgust and started scanning the room for Violet in vain. His fears and worry came rushing back to the fore of his mind and before he opened his mouth to question Mrs. Georges who was yet to notice his presence he heard an all too familiar tiny sniffle followed by heart-wrenching feminine sobs. He hurried out of the room after making sure it was locked and followed the sound to end of the corridor where he found Violet slumped against the stairs crying uncharacteristically. He knew at once what has transpired and felt instantly ashamed at the tiny wave or relief that washed over him at the knowledge that he won’t have to deliver the news of Violet’s true parents. He berated himself for his selfishness and taking a deep breath, joined his childhood friend in her misery.

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Apr-8-2007 16:29

‘How could he Chris? How could Father lie to me like this? My whole life!!! What am I going to do now, I can’t deal with this, please tell me what to do’ Violet was staring at his with her big beautiful eyes beseechingly. She did not need to explain or ask if he already knew about what she had discovered. Such was their friendship, one look at him and she knew that he knew just like Chris knew once he spotted her on the stairs that he needn’t worry about breaking the news to her anymore. Her eyes had so much pain in them and the tears sticking to her long eyelashes gave her such a vulnerable look. Looking at her lost features and watching her lips tremble with barely contained sobs brought tears to Chris’ own eyes. His chest tightened painfully and he was filled with feelings of powerful protectiveness towards his friend. He gathered her in his arms with almost unnatural tenderness for a man as strong as he was and offered her the only comfort he knew she desperately needed. They sat there for a long time, Violet crying over the unfairness of it all and Chris showering her with endearment and gentle kisses on her hair to calm her down.

It was a very long night….