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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jul-7-2010 12:44

At least four things had gone wrong in the relatively short expanse of Molly Malteses morning. One, her daughter Annabelle had once again given her nurse the slip and was now not in lessons as a girl should be, but presumably venturing around the streets of New York like a rampant little urchin.

Two, she hadn't had a respectable case in a good long while, and her understatedly extravagant lifestyle would soon be getting mighty uncomfortable if the veritable drought of business didn't end soon. She was a private investigator in New York, for heavens sakes, one would think there was a murder on every street corner to be looked after.

Three, she hadn't had coffee this morning, and so she was very irate in general. And four, the police were currently handcuffing her hands behind her back.

"You're sure this is the one you saw?" the older of the pair asked the man standing on the sidewalk. He had a deep, rumbling voice and grey whiskers. The man on the sidewalk nodded vehemently, and the younger officer took this as a cue to yank Molly towards their van, throwing her off balance wildly.

"I've never seen this man before in my life!" she said in supremely haughty tones, drawing herself with effort up to her impressive height of 5"11. Her green eyes were hard peridot, casting a glare sharp enough to cut.

"Yeah, because by all accounts you were too busy murderin' that poor fool to notice!" the younger policeman barked in her ear, yanking her head back by her long curtain of vibrant copper hair. She gasped, and taking that as a sign of his victory, the officer sneered and threw her into the back of the car.

"I was home all evening, you bloody imbecile!" she barked, furious as tears welled up involuntarily in her eyes in direct reaction to having half her hair nearly pulled out.

"Tell it to the judge." was all she heard the policeman mutter before the door slammed shut with an authoratative bang. Molly swore colorfully, then took a deep breath.

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Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Jul-10-2010 08:04

"Pssst, wanna know a secret?" the newspaper boy said. Vulkie raised an eyebrow and came closer to the boy, kneeling next to him, acting as if she wanted to take a paper.

"If it's good info, you'll get 5 bucks kid" Vulkie replied, noticing the little boy smile. He couldn't have been older then 10, 11 years. He was still a boy who needed to be in school, to learn about America and the history etc.

The kid whispered in Vulkie's ear : "I heard from my friend Billy, who was playing in another neighbourhood, that a person was murdered and they caught the killer red-handed."

Vulkie took a paper and paid the boy 5 dollars. "Which street?" she asked nonchalantly, looking around the street.

"5th avenue, near Empire Heights. There should be an alley taped with errr..." the kid began, but Vulkie walked away after she heard the place the crime was committed.

***Empire Heights, 5th avenue***

As Vulkie approached 5th avenue, she saw that an alleyway was sealed off. As she duck under the tape and entered the alleyway, she noticed that a drawing of chalk was made on the ground, the drawing of a murder victim.

As she looked into the alleyway closer, she noticed that a strand of hair was on the ground. Copper hair. The kind of hair Molly has. But....

***The Barber***

"Unfortunately, I must say that this piece of hair belongs to your friend, Ms. Maltese" Octavia said.

"Thanks Octavia" Vulkie said and headed off to the policestation, to try and talk with Molly about the murder... (cont.)

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Jul-10-2010 08:14

***The Police station***

As Vulkie walked towards the police station, she noticed that a woman scurried away from the building through the back. It was Molly.

"Molly, hold up!" Vulkie shouted, but Molly ran away. Vulkie immediately began to run after her.

As Molly tried to shake off her follower, Vulkie tried to keep up with Molly. Molly ran into a restaurant, exiting through the kitchen to the alleyway in the back. Vulkie jumped over a person who was tieing his shoe, ran through the kitchen and entered the alleyway.

As Vulkie looked to her left and her right, she noticed Molly had disappeared in the crowd. Vulkie was breathing heavily, even bending down, swearing under her breath.

"I got to work more on my condition..." Vulkie murmered and went back to her house.

***The Streets***

As Molly was hiding behind a corner, looking to who followed her without the person noticing her watching, she recognized the person. "Vulkie... I'll contact you, but not now" she murmered and walked away from the alleyway.

***Vulkie's house***

Vulkie entered her house and decided to make some coffee. As the water was boiling, she switched the radio on in the living room.

"In other local news, a murder suspect has escaped. Miss Molly Maltese, currently suspected of a murder in 5th avenue, has escaped with help. It seems Miss Maltese had access to the cellkeys, but no one knows how she obtained them. A police man confirmed his keys were "stolen" in a way, but has no clue as to who the person was. Stay tuned for more..." the newsreporter said.

"Damn Molly, what have you gotten into..." Vulkie murmered and took a sip of her coffee...

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Jul-11-2010 21:23

It was a cheap move that Marc had pulled. But he knew that Molly wouldn't be too thrilled to see him. Marc left the police station with the feeling of butterflies in his stomach only thinking of how goofy he felt doing what he had just done. It was a feeling he tried to ignore. There were different ways he could get rid of it. Drinking? No. Yes, Marc liked to drink, but gin would only numb this feeling. There was something else.

Marc stopped at the entrance door to the small Italian diner. It wasn't as popular as Sami's Greek Restaurant, but Marc liked Italian better than Greek. "Marc!" Someone yelled. Marc looked up to see a friend of his; Antonio "Tony" Ataviano. The owner of the small diner. "It's good to see you, my friend," Tony said with a smile.

"Same to you," Marc said. A shake of hands led to a quick hug and Marc helped himself to a seat. Tony sat down across from him and a waiter brought out two glasses of ice cold water.

"It's been a while, Marc. What happened?" Tony asked with a concerned look.
Marc paused. "Have you ever lost a friend?" He asked Tony.
"Oh, Marc..I'm so sorry..I didn't-"
"It's good, Tony..you had nothing to do with it..I will admit though..it's my fault..I lost two close friends...one is buried six feet under and the other one is here in the city."

"You talk to her at all since she stopped being your friend?"

"No," Marc lied. He lied because he didn't want anyone to know about his small encounter. "No..I haven't talked to her..been too afraid, Tony. She wouldn't be happy to see me."

Tony nodded. He understood where Marc was getting at. However, he had no clue what Marc had done, and Marc always said, that somethings are better left unsaid. And that was the truth. It took him years to figure that out.

"Well, Marc, if there is anything I can do for youse, then let me know." Tony said. Marc smiled. After conversing with Tony for a while, Marc left, without a single clue of what to do for the rest of the day.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jul-23-2010 12:42

"Trouble, trouble, trouble." Molly murmured to herself, seeking composure and finding it in one swift second. She had arrived at her apartment and ducked in through the fire escape on the balcony, conscious of any tails watching her front door. Hastily she packed and left a note for her daughter to go stay with a friend. She also left a series of numbers, should any ally of hers come through the apartment seeking answers. It was a code she used frequently with her closest cohorts, and they would get it immediately and find the appropriate location to meet her.

12 21 3 25 19. 1 20 20 8 18 5 5.

Ducking out the fire escape again, she all but ran into a local department store. Not even an hour later, she came out the front doors, patting absently at her new wavy blonde wig. Stopping to look into a reflective window, she took stock. She had traded in her wardrobe and apparel for some smart horn-rimmed glasses, a fetching pink scarf, a pink wool sweater and a skirt. She was fairly confident that she would be all but impossible to recognize. Now, to make her way to her rendez-vous spot of choice and wait.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Aug-16-2010 21:21

It came to Marc as he left, that he needed to talk to Molly. Or at least see her again. It was a debate with himself. "She doesn't want to see me," he said to himself. "But then again, this is my last chance. I've changed, and I need to prove it," he thought. It was a constant fight with himself. All the while, he drove to her house and didn't realize it until he pulled into the drive way where her apartment was. As he stepped out of his car, and empty pit filled his stomach, and he felt as though butterflies filled his stomach. It was as if he could open his mouth and an endless chain of the insects would just flutter out until there was nothing left.

He walked up the stairs to her apartment and knocked. No one answered. "Odd," Marc said. He knocked again. Again, there was no answer. Slowly, Marc turned the handle on the door. It opened and Marc walked inside.

"Molly?" Marc called out as he stepped through the door way. "You home? Its Marc. Listen, I need to talk. I think its-" Marc stopped talking. Something caught his eye. A piece of paper with numbers on it. It was a code. And he knew the code. Lucy's at Three. He left.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Aug-16-2010 21:38

The club was full of smoke from cigars, cigarettes, and pipes. The smell of ever scent hit Marc hard as he walked in. He pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. 3:02. Close enough to three, Marc thought as he began his search. Walking around the place, Marc could not see or find her. About to give up, Marc sat down for a drink, taking a seat next to a young woman. Blond hair, horned-rimmed glasses, pink scarf, pink wool sweater and skirt. She was young.

"You got a lot of nerve showing up around here," she said without looking at him. Marc let out a small laugh and took a sip of his gin.
"Enlighten me," Marc said. "Who are you? He turned his head toward the beautiful blond girl, who looked at him, giving him a certain look.

"Good lord!" Marc said, nearly jumping out of his chair. The eyes were a dead give away. Molly Maltese.

"I know you probably don't want to see me right now, and well, I wouldn't blame you if you hate me." Marc said. "But before, you say anything, let me explain to you one thing. That night, I went and talked to Father Gesling. And he told me some stuff, and for once, I prayed, Molly." Marc said. And he continued. "Before you hit me, or pull out a gun and blow my brains on the person behind me, I want you to remember these words, 'History can't be undone. But it can be erased.' So now, let me ask you, if we can start over." Marc said.

Molly stared at him. What seemed like minutes was only seconds. And she spoke.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Aug-19-2010 11:29

"We can't start over, Marc." she said coolly, calmly and took a sip of her drink. "There's no erasing what happened just because you deem it so. But whether I like it or not, you are one of my oldest friends and right now Im in quite an interesting pickle. It doesn't seem I can turn down allies, if that is indeed what you are."

That was as close to forgiveness as Molly had ever come, and the way she once again fixed her lovely eyes on her glass told him that they would not speak of it again.

"Someones playing me for a patsy." she said grimly. "At first I thought it was a regular frame-up, I assumed the witness was a fake. But now I have reason to believe I have some kind of... Marc, I think I have a double. And she ain't runnin' for best citizen of the year. If we don't figure something out soon, she's gonna land me in a hell of a lot of hot water, and I don't know if I can get myself out."

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Aug-23-2010 07:17

"A double, huh?" Marc asked. It was something he'd never heard of. Even as a P.I, he had never worked a case like this. "I know a place," Marc said, "that you can stay at where no one will find you. You have already busted out of prison, and now they are looking for you so don't lose that disguise."

"Wait," Molly said quickly. "How do you know about me-"

"Doesn't matter." Marc interrupted, "but we need to go now."

They left. Marc opened the door to his car, and Molly got inside. Giving a quick look, he made sure no one was watching, then he got in. No one spoke as they made their way through town. Finally, Molly spoke up. "Where are we going?"

"I know a place," Marc said, "Where you will be safe."

"My lord, Marc. How many safe houses do you have?!"

"Just this one. I had two. But...yeah..." Marc said. "I have earned some good points with the Consolini Crime Family."

"Oh great, now I get to hang with the mob," Molly said sarcastically.

When they arrived just on the outskirts of the city, Marc and Molly walked inside the small apartment complex. It took only minutes to get to his room.

Once inside, the doors were locked and the windows were shut. Marc offered Molly a seat, and she accepted.

"Make yourself at home," Marc said. "You'll be safe here. Before I go, we need to come up with an alias for you, Molly. Another name."

Andrew Corelli
Andrew Corelli
Huntsman

Oct-4-2010 21:41

"Ok, people, everyone inside" said Detective Corelli.

"Ok, people, I need ideas. The papers just caught that we have a criminal in the loose... and that means that the Chief is going to make us do double-shifts 'til kingdom come, so we better solve this before he returns from San Francisco." said detective Corelli while looking the blank faces of half the departament of police.
"Who was in charge of the arrest?"

Someone raised a hand.

"Yes, Pat?"

"Well... detective, I'm fairly sure that she got in the cell, and I checked that she wasn't carrying something useful."

"Oh man, we're screwed; C'mon, people, the Chief gave the order: someone should always stay with Pat when he's with a suspect." Corelli clearly was in that moment where he could laugh or scream "Pat, are you sure you never touched the suspect? I mean, no punches, kicks, slaps... you know, you just checked she didn't have something useful..."

"Well..."

Corelli was about to scream.

"Detective, I think I know how she escaped!" another hand raised.

"How, Harry?"

"Well, I just can't find the keys for the cells..."

"Oh, crap... ok everyone, I need you to go look in every nook and cranny of this city!"

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Oct-4-2010 21:50

Molly lit a cigarette, took stock of the outfit she was wearing, and then gave the ceiling a long, considering look.

"I'll take the name Lavinia Cedar." she said decidedly. "Vinnie or Vin for short. I'll have to get some fake identification...if I'm in the safehouse I shall need you to do that for me. I don't dare step outside, I'm sure the police are combing this place from top to bottom. Truth be told, I'm worried about one Police Detective in particular...not to mention Zeo. To be frank, Marc, I'm not entirely sure we can trust him. Tricky to know which way Zeo will go, if its a police matter."

She took another drag.

"This ought to be interesting." she said grimly.

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