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The J.Harlequin Debacle: A RP Stage Short
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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-24-2009 20:42

(Everyone's a suspect!)

There was a quite noticeable scuff on the floor.

The creme de la creme of the world's crime-fighting society were at a formal dinner at her modest country residence that evening, and there was a scuff on the floor.

Molly Maltese sighed in tones of great irritation and wondered how she hadn't noticed the mark BEFORE all her guests had arrived. They were in the dining room now, chattering happily and dining on the delicious meal she had hired a cook specifically for. Many of her friends and associates were then, including some new faces. One new face in particular; a Mr. John Harlequin. He was a new politician in the area, determined to take on Joe Hollis for mayor. His past was basically unknown; his favorability extreme. Citizens either loved him or hated him.

Just as she had this thought, someone shrieked.

"He's choking!"

Raising a brow, she hurried from the parlor to look in. All the guests seated at the long table were either standing or sitting with shocked expressions; and John Harlequin was quite shockingly purple.

Even as she rushed into the room and neared him, Harlequin gave one final gasp and died. Silence descended as she grabbed his glass and sniffed at the rim delicately. She turned, and countless eyes bored into her.

"Alright, which one of you poisoned my guest?" she snarled.

Whispers and titters danced along the table, before a very familiar man stood. "We should call the police." he said.

Another raised a brow. "There's a room full of detectives here. I'm sure that's not necessary."

"It is when one of those detectives may be a murderer!"

"We can't send for the police anyway; can't you see its been snowing all this time? We can't go anywhere!" another shouted. Molly went to the window and looked out. Sure enough, snow blanketed everything in sight. The cars parked out front were completely obscured by white.

"Nobody is leaving! If you try, I'll shoot every last one of you!" Molly yelled, pulling out a pistol.

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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-25-2009 14:30

*I meant maid, not man. No cross-dressers in this particular story, I'm afraid.

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain
Thespian

Nov-25-2009 14:35

Charlie stepped up to where Zeo was standing and turned to face the other detectives in the room then said " I tried a glass when I first got here. And Elizabeth watched me do it we were catching up while I poured."

Zeo looked around the room trying to find Elizabeth March. Finally she came from the back of the crowd. Without the stress of living in fear Zeo could tell Elizabeth was alot happier and he could see a beauty that he couldn't the last time they mey.

" Elizabeth is Charlie telling the truth?" Zeo had asked.

" Yes, we did catch up on recent events and Charlie did pour himself a bourbon...but he said it wasnt very good. Thats why he switched to the scotch." Elizabeth replied

"Charlie you didnt like that bourbon? Its a very expensive brand ya know?" Molly asked angrily.

" No I didnt care for the bourbon...Not aged very well." Charlie replied back looking around the room.

" And I will gladly turn out my pockets to show you all I dont have any gloves...H*ll I dont own gloves." Charlie said as he began to empty his pockets on a small table next to Zeo.

The room was in a state of shock...as you could hear a pin drop it was so silent. Charlie pulled out his billfold then his pocket watch, next he turned out his front pockets and his jacket pockets.

Heim stepped forward then and gave his reason for having handled the bottle......

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Nov-25-2009 17:29

"The candied yams." Heimlich replied, "I walked into the kitchen and saw that your chef was making them. I informed the dear girl that it would go much better with a little bourbon. She insisted that she knew what she was doing, and absolutely refused to acquiesce. I lifted the bottle to pour it over them, but she grabbed me by the wrist and ordered me to leave her kitchen! The absolute nerve of it! I know how to cook better than most anyone else!"

Zeo let out a chuckle and nodded. "No lie there," he said, "I've had Heimlich's cooking and it's out of this world."

"Though I can't say that I'm fond of it as a drink," Heimlich said pointing to the bottle, "it is indeed a wonderful friend of the culinary arts. No, I'm afraid my drink of choice tonight was this delectable vodka that Molly has provided us with."

The guests were silent. They all stared at Heimlich in shock. If the chef hadn't thrown him out, the bourbon could have poisoned every single one of them! Had he known? Did he do it deliberately?

Someone finally broke the silence...

Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-25-2009 19:38

Charlie stepped up to where Zeo was standing and turned to face the other detectives in the room then said " I tried a glass when I first got here. And Elizabeth watched me do it we were catching up while I poured."

Zeo looked around the room trying to find Elizabeth March. Finally she came from the back of the crowd. Without the stress of living in fear Zeo could tell Elizabeth was a lot happier and he could see a beauty that he couldn't the last time they met.

" Elizabeth is Charlie telling the truth?" Zeo had asked.

" Yes, we did catch up on recent events and Charlie did pour himself a bourbon...but he said it wasnt very good. Thats why he switched to the scotch." Elizabeth replied.

As she finished speaking, an altercation started and she slid back to her seat, right there in the back of the room.

Talking to Charlie, Zeo and Molly had been really good, but now she needed some peace and quiet to think. Someone had killed Mr. Harlequin, and every person in there was a suspect.

Her mind wandered off for a moment. That was certainly not good. She could almost feel an accusing finger being pointed at her.

She hated being on the spotlight, though it had been happening a lot since she wrote her book. Oh, well, that's life.

The woman stood from her chair and walked up to Molly as she came in.

"In the name of the Holy Mother, what happened to you?", she asked, wondering if Molly couldn't keep herself out of harm's way for a full week.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-25-2009 19:44

"My maid struck me with a vase." Molly said dryly, the sheepish Elsie having trailed in moments ago. "I think she may want a pay raise."

The room at large tittered, and Molly joined in as she made her way to a chair where she rested her chin in hand and fervently wished she had something to quell the pounding headache.

"You haven't by chance found the murderer whilst I was away?" she asked hopefully, then sighed when they shook their heads.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Nov-25-2009 21:24

After a moment of silence, Marc spoke up. "Molly?" He asked, "are you sure that it was an accident?"

Molly gave him a suspicious look.

"What do you mean?" She asked in return.

"Think about it," Marc said, "I mean, someone in here was murdered and now your maid is hitting you in the face with a vase."

Whispers flooded the room.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but does she not have access to everyroom?" Marc said.

A silence filled the room.

Someone spoke up after a minute and said, "You know, he does have a point."

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-26-2009 11:29

Molly rubbed her head.

"I fail to see any reason Elsie would have to kill Harlequin. She's just a simple maid. Unless someone put her up to it, in which case we're back to square one."

Elsie spoke, and everyone turned to look at her.

"Please Miss, I don't know nothin! It was an accident, I swear!" Elsie pleaded.

Molly raised an eyebrow. "For the sake of your employment status I should hope so. Be that as it may you have made yourself a suspect in a murder investigation. You'll have to stick close; same rules apply. No going off by yourself until we find the killer. Now, unless those with evidence and/or theories are done, may I suggest we retire? It is quite late after all."



Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-26-2009 17:52

Elizabeth turned back to silence as she heard Molly and Marc speaking. Despite the complicated situation, her pale green eyes looked almost dreamy as she stared at a window.

After a few minutes, she sighed and came back to the real world.

"I totally agree with Molly. And I'd advice all of you to lock your doors. As adorable as Molly's hospitality is, we can't forget that one of us is not a very nice guest."

She then turned to Molly.

"Is there anything I can assist you with, Molly?", she asked, politely. She could only imagine how stressfull it was for the woman to have a bomb like that dropped in her house.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-26-2009 19:15

"No darling. I'm sure it will be all right." Molly said, and the guests filed out of the room. As they eared the stairs, Molly said, "you have chosen who you will be rooming with this evening, I trust. I know propriety may be an issue, but remember if there is a murderer running amok, you may want a good shot, or a strong man with you."

She winked and climbed the stairs, directing Elsie to show the guests into each room. She beckoned to Joseph Zeo.

"Mr. Zeo, you may come with me." and she led the way down a short hallway to a solid oak door. She opened it and flicked a switch, illuminating her bedroom. It was definitely a suite, a sort of alcove before them branching out into a wider space where her bed was situated.

"The bathroom is over there, I shall set you up by this partition." she said, locking the door behind them and gesturing to a long green divan where a pillow and blanket lay. "I'll be over there if you need anything."

She crossed into her space and stood before her mirror, pulling pins out of her hair. As the copper-red strands spun free and tumbled down her back she gave a little sigh, and examined the bruise on her forehead.

"Nothing a little makeup won't cure." she thought, and then checking over her shoulder, unzipped her dress and let it pool to the floor, swinging a silk robe over her chemise in one swift motion. She tied it loosely and went to hang up the dress in the closet.

"So, Zeo, what are your theories on our murderer?" she called.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Nov-26-2009 19:52

As Molly and Zeo walked away for the night, everyone stood around discussing the murder. Marc decided to go into the kitchen and dinning area to look for anything that might give them a lead.

He slowly pushed open the door that lead into the kitchen and dinning area where he began looking. He'd worked on cases over the years in which people had been poisoned and killed. The only difference in this and those was that he was a suspect.

He scaned the floor under the table and chairs. He went into the kitchen and began looking for any type of vile or bottle that may have contained the rat poison. After searching for a mere fifteen minutes, he thought about giving up when something caught his eye.

Marc bent down and put on a glove, careful not to contaminate it, he picked up the small bottle that lay next the trash can.

"Where did you come from?" he thought to himself as he began to stand up holding the bottle.

Just as he began examining the bottle, which may have contained the poison, he was startled when someone walked in behind him.

Marc didn't turn around to see who it was. But the voice of the person told him who it was.

"What are you doing in here?" Asked the voice.

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