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Feb-26-2007 02:51

It was Wednesday night when Miss Violet Parr got out of a black car, and walked towards the steps of the large building that appeared to face her in the pitch black darkness of the night.

The loud music, blinding lights and sharp noises of laughter and chatter emitting from the large building did not deter Miss Parr from taking a few more confident steps towards the building, the length of her violet velvet dress trailing behind her. A cold chill came over her and she tightened the purple feather boa she was wearing around her bare shoulders. “So this is what he turned the place into.” She commented casually to herself.

Before her stood what once was the Marquee Theatre. Newly designed and quite obviously fully refurbished from the inside as well. Miss Parr reviewed her findings: The ownership of the Marquee has been transferred to Mrs. Georges and her husband Mr. Georges, the previous owner, was nowhere to be found.

The infamous socialite Mrs. Georges had, quite expectedly, turned the Theatre into a Ball Room/Party Hall, and reduced its long creative theatrical history to one long ongoing party. What was once the Marquee Theatre was now the Marquee Grand Hall.

Though the Marquee was not very popular with the New York crowds, Miss Parr more often than not enjoyed viewing the classic shows the Marquee produced whilst she awaited Mr. Georges’ availability or her own recreational benefit.

Miss Violet Parr was determined to expose whatever information Mrs. Georges had to hide. Though she has never met the lady before, Violet was certain that the answers to her most pressing questions would somehow lie under the layers of fur and jewels that Mrs. Georges choose to bury herself in for most newspaper photographs.

Right before she would enter the Marquee Hall, Violet wore a feathery purple mask that would conceal her identity. Tonight she was to be Miss Feathers once again, and she carefully chose to attend Mrs. Georges’ Masked Ball for this very purpose.

Mar-2-2007 14:14

Miss Parr shuddered as she turned once more to Mrs. Georges. “Why does your husband plan to harm me?”

“Hee iz rrrich. Hee iz bowerrrful. He muzt get you out of the way. I cannot ztob it.”

“Excuse me? What does that mean? What do I have to do with him?” Violet Parr was losing her usual serenity getting highly agitated and restless.

“You arrre Alberrrt Barrrr’z daughterrr arrre you not?”

“Don’t you dare mutter my father’s name!” snapped Miss Parr, being overly protective of her father.

Mrs. Georges started laughing out loud at that. ‘This no use’ thought Miss Parr. She needed one last piece of information, and in order to get it, she grabbed Mrs. Georges with both hands and started shaking her vigorously. “I need to know where your husband is right now!”

Mrs. Georges continued laughing hysterically, like a mad woman who just got more insane. The artificial white powder on her body started filling the aura around her. She was like an old piece of furniture being seriously dusted. Her croaking answer came choked with body-chilling laughter: “I zimbly don’t know!”

“Fine,” said Miss Parr. She stopped shaking Mrs. Georges and regained her composure. “Have it your way then.” Miss Parr continued as she got a revolver out of her shimmering purple purse. She pointed the revolver at Mrs. Georges and spoke loudly and clearly. “Mrs. Georges, I really hate doing this, but I need to know where Mr. Georges is. My life is at stake. You must have children my age. You must understand.”

“I do indeed.” Mrs. Georges gave Miss Parr a mocking smirk.

“Then stop lying, and tell me where Mr. Georges is.”

“Miss Barrrr. Let uz get one thing strrraight. I do not lie, and deed not lie with you yeet.” Mrs. Georges added with a sly smile. “If you arrre Alberrrt Barrrr’s daughterrr, then arrre indeed a Baztarrrd!”

Miss Parr was about to slap Mrs. Georges once more, but the noise of someone attempting to jerk the door of the toilet open both stopped and startled her.

Mar-3-2007 06:15

'You have got to be kidding me. I have one drink, One!!! and you throw this in my face' Muttered Chris dispairingly, facing the ceiling. Everything was going well as he continued his vigil of Mrs Georges, he even noticed a few suspecious characters chatting with the loud hostess and planned to run a thorough history check on them later on. So he decides to accept the nice little waitress' offer to hand him a glass of champaign, nothin wrong with that is there! God help him he even drank the blasted thing.

But nooooo, he cant even have a drink without hell breaking lose. It would have looked suspecious dammit if he just stood there like an idiot watching people without even a drink to make him look more at ease with the general population of the Ball.

***
Ten minutes earlies...

He had just accepted the drink from the waitress when he glimpsed Ms Parr walking gracefully towards the centre of the hall just off the dance floor. He didnt fail to notice her inching her way closer to the small herd of hypocrites surrounding the Mrs Georges. Made him smirk slightly that did. 'Too polite to force your way into the conversation, but not above eavesdropping and using your admirers to get you where you need to be' Thought Chris fondly.

He was sipping his drink measuringly when he sensed something was amiss with the exchange between Violet and Mrs Georges. It was nothing outwardly obvious but his experience in reading people and fimiliarity of Mr Parr told him what he needed to know. Ignoring thoughts of the past, he studied the tightness of Violet's pursed mouth and her stiff shoulders. He only had a second's warning when her eyes narrowed dangerously before chaos ensued.

He did not let himself be distracted by the screams and panic that took over the room. Chris kept his eyes trained on his target regardless of how hard it was to see. He saw Violet grab Mrs Georges and drag her away in the direction of the toilets and made to follow them.

Cont...

Mar-3-2007 06:32

SLAP

'Ouch' Thought Chris, 'I could practically feel that slap' He snickered to himself. His annoyance at Mr Parr's drastic measures melted away in the face of this most recent development. Chris was leaning against the toilet door listening to Ms Parr's rather creative new method of interrogation.

Mrs Georges drunken outrage and unwillingness to cooperate only served to make the whole affair more entertaining for Chris. His amusement over listening to the pair argue didnt prevent him from realising the seriousness of the situation. His quite snickering turned to cold fury as he discovered that Violet's life was at stake. The conversation was drowned by the sound of his heart thudding its way out of his ribcage. He swallowed his panic down and forced the bile back in his throught when he felt the hairs at the back of his head stiffen, the telltale sign that someone was approaching him from the back. He spun around just in time to deflect the first blow but not fast enough for the second one, it caught him right on his jaw and incapacitated him momentarily. When Chris regained his footing, he found his assailant had abandoned him to try and pry the door to the toilet open.

'Oh no you dont' Chris threw himself at the muscular torso infront of him and threw him off to the side and then proceeded to kick him in his groin before knocking him unconcious. After making sure to strip the man of any weapons he was carrying, Chris hid himself in a crevice off the wall and waited for Violet to come out of the toilet to make sure she left the Ball safely.

Mar-7-2007 11:32

Violet Parr unlocked the door of the toilet in which she, more or less, interrogated Mrs. Aisha Georges, and was ready to confront any attacker. To her sheer surprise, a heavy man lay unconscious upon her feet. Miss Parr quickly wore her feathery purple mask, which she took off a minute ago before Mrs. Georges, and turned in time to see Christopher Keller in the shadows; she managed to prevent a scream.

“Christopher? Well oh for heaven’s sake, of all the people in this city!”

Christopher, always quick to act, was also swift with words. “Violet, you should leave, you are in grave danger!” He then made his ultimate observation for the night. “Yet you dress like purple target for any possible assailant!”

Violet looked at her clothes, and, puzzled, she muttered. “This is Violet not Purple!”

“Violet, you really need to leave now.”

“I am not done with this party or this woman.” Violet Parr pointed at a now collapsed Mrs. Georges, seemingly as a result of her fear of receiving yet another slap from Violet’s hand.

Christopher objected. “You can’t do this now! You’re in her territory!”

“I could care less if I was in her bedroom. This is not the time for a heightened sense of security Christopher… Oh… where are my manners.” Violet pulled from her purse a lilac handkerchief and attended to a bloody wound on Christopher’s face. “I see Violence is still your Mistress Christopher.”

“Ha! Violet, I heard that slap inside! Don’t preach what you don’t practice.”

Mar-7-2007 11:33

Violet blushed as she rushed back into the toilet, and started dragging Mrs. Georges out of it. Christopher was horrified and started looking around for anyone’s attention.

“What on earth are you doing!”

“I am not done with this woman.”

“Violet, the place is infested with her security guards.”

“Well, if they had much of a brain I would not be dragging her across the floor of her territory right now… drunk and nearly passed out…”

Christopher rolled his eyes then wiped his bloodied face with his arm. “Here Vi, let me help you with her.”

“It’s Violet, and no thanks… I think I have her under control.” Violet Parr proceeded to drag Mrs. Georges up a spiral side-staircase. Christopher stared at her for a minute… utterly dumbfounded.

He finally spoke before she left his range of sight. “Anything I can do?”

He heard her shout. “Yes, could you take my brother Leopold out to dinner the next time you are in London?”

Christopher did not react for a minute, then rolled his eyes and answered her. “Sure!”

Mar-11-2007 05:40

Miss Parr’s arms and shoulders were seriously aching her from dragging the plump, makeup-covered, fur-shrouded, Mrs. Georges across the upwards spiraling stairs. “What am I doing?” Violet Parr thought to herself, “Am I actually trying to kidnap this old lady simply for insulting me? What more information can she offer me in her drunken state?”

Violet Parr got to the top of the stairs and let go of Mrs. Georges’ limp body and watched it collapse, slumping to the floor with a thud. Miss Parr raised an eyebrow and spoke clearly. “Not much time for fun and games Mrs. Georges, so you can stop playing dead now!”

No response came. Miss Parr, suddenly concerned, kneeled besides Mrs. Georges and felt her pulse: she was alive, but probably fainted from all that alcohol. Miss Parr used a violet handkerchief to cover her nose and mouth as she got closer to Mrs. Georges testing her stomach and its strong aversion to alcohol.

She needed Mrs. Georges to wake up and answer a couple of question before she herself could disappear back into New York. She grabbed hold of Mrs. Georges and started dragging her to Mr. Georges’ old theatre Management Office, located on the second floor of the building.

As Miss Parr pulled Mrs. Georges across the floor she stopped. She had heard foot steps along with a very distinct sound coming from behind her. She turned towards the noise slowly but surely…

Mar-12-2007 03:12

She was met with a tall figure that was approaching her with a predatory haste. Violet experienced a moment of raw panic before relief flooded her slim figure to be finally replaced with amusement as the figure started to speak.

'FINE, you win' said Chris sulkily. He was walking with rapid stomping footsteps towards her. His impressive shoulders were slightly hunched signaling his resignation. 'Give over, let me carry this cow for you' He didnt wait for her to respond as he swiftly picked Mrs. Georges' limp body and back towards the door.

'.....'

'Pick your jaw off the floor Vee, that look doesnt become you' The big oaf had the nerve to smirk, Ms Parr was incensed and could feel her hand start to itch!

'Bu...But Where do you ..' Blubbered Ms Parr incoherently utterly fuming at Chris for assuming control of the situation when it was her who....But again her thoughts were interrupted by Chritopher.

'Calm down, Im not trying to interfere. I just want to help' At Violet's dumfounded look he continued. 'I could practically hear the wheels turning in your head, you forget how well I know you so chill. I know a safe place we can take her, you need her lucid in order to get your answers and this place will be full of police officers soon'

Violet's features softened at Chris' reply and she allowed herself to calm down and think rationally. After a cleansing deep breath she adjusted her violet dress and squared her shoulders. After a determined nod at Chris she followed him out the door and they both snuck out the building stealthily into the night with Mrs Georges in tow.

Mar-17-2007 06:14

Miss Violet Parr took a few deep breaths, recomposed herself, and managed to finally realise her frightening prerogative. She stopped her fast-paced walk in the dark alleys of New York, cleared her throat and spoke with authority. “Christopher, would you give me a minute?”

Christopher Keller stopped, turned to her and rolled his eyes. “Sure take all the time in the world… We are only kidnapping the most high-profile society lady in New York!”

Miss Parr pulled a long violet scarf out of her purple purse and proceeded to wrap her head with it, pushing her long dark hair behind her shoulders. She then took out a pair of large dark sunglasses and covered the majority of her features with them. “Christopher, do not use that word… We are merely escorting Mrs. Georges to a more exciting location… where should could as obnoxious as she fancies.”

“Violet, it is pitch-black! Why the dark shades?”

“I have my reasons… Do you have any idea just where we are taking Mrs. Georges?”

Christopher shrugged. “Not really… No… You were always the one with all the bright ideas.”

“Indeed. Here comes my bright idea: so brace yourself.”

Christopher Keller let go of Mrs. Georges limp body sending her crashing to the floor, and braced himself.

Violet was horrified. “For heaven’s sake Christopher…! Not literally brace yourself!”

Mr. Keller apologetically picked up Mrs. Georges off the floor: she was still very much unconscious.

“We are taking Mrs. Georges faraway, and out of New York.”

“Excuse me?”

“We are smuggling this woman to London. I believe it important to do so.”

“Violet, have you lost your mind!”

Miss Parr replied a little irritated as she tried to stuff her mask back into her purse. “Not that I am aware of, no, but I do intend to take Mrs. Georges to London, with or without your help.”

Mar-17-2007 06:15

Christopher reiterated. “Have you gone mad? Dragging her out of Marquee is one thing, kidnapping her to another country is another! I thought you always had a strong sense of morality Violet!”

“Well, Mr. Keller, my morality has been put to the test tonight. We are, after all, human and we do fail some of life’s examinations from time to time.”

“Violet, how will you get her through the docks in her current state?! She is not some parcel you can hide in the folds of one of your purple dresses.”

“I have my ways… I do not want to lose anymore time, are you with me on this? Or am I on my own? I shall hold no grudges Christopher, just be honest. I can understand how much trouble you will be involved in should you aid me in this peril.”

Christopher Keller froze for a moment, whilst Violet Parr nodded with anticipation.

Mar-21-2007 07:11

Arsenio took his midnight strolls around New York by the docks seeing the dark water refreshed him from all the harshness in Chicago. "Finally away from problems and into a new life." Arsenio said to himself.

Arsenio fixed his long trench coat to make it invisible of wrinkles. Arsenio unrolled his sleeves to cover the Jade bracelet and the Knife tucked in it.

Arsenio took a revolver out of his pocket and examined it for a few seconds. " I guess I won't be needing you anymore friend." Arsenio said to himself as he took out the six bullets in it.

"For heaven’s sake Christopher…! Not literally brace yourself!"

Arsenio looked back and saw three sillhouttes one just standing up from the ground, the second wearing a long gown of sorts, and the third was just being dragged. Arsenio sighed to himself and said: "Well my friend it looks like I will need you one last time." Arsenio said to his revolver as he put the six bullets back in place.

As the group went to the docks Arsenio hid behind a pile of crates that are scheduled to be shipped to London.

"So how are we gonna explain to security that were going to smuggle an unconscious old woman to London?" said the first person. "Leave that to me Christopher and this time don't let go of her!" said the woman in the gown. "London... I'm not going to be able to travel to London when I was nearly unable to escape authorities in Chicago!" Arsenio whispered to himself and then remembered what the writings on the crates said.

"I guess I can get out of one of the crates once I'm on the boat..." Arsenio then snuck into one of the larger crates which, to Arsenio's luck, was filled with mangoes. "Brilliant now I have to live off these again... Oh well." Arsenio then closed the lid of the crate and then replaced the long silence with singing tunes to himself.