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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-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.

Mar-22-2007 00:40


“What was that?” Miss Violet Parr, her senses suddenly heightened, grew concerned as she scanned the docks with her eyes.

“What now?” Christopher was starting to get tired and weary.

“You heard that noise, did you not? A melancholic metallic sound… it seemed to come from one of the crates over there.” Violet shivered, and tightened her purple feather boa around her shoulders against the harshness of the weather.

“Vi, are we hearing things now? I wanna know just how-” Christopher started.

“Uh-oh…” Mrs. Georges’ body started moving, her jewelry and clothes utterly disoriented, her makeup now damp and smudged all over her face. Across from her crawling weak body, the sun was slowly rising in the horizon, illuminating the dark waters surrounding the area and giving them a radiant turquoise colour.

“Oh God no…” Miss Parr took a small bottle from her purse. “Christopher, give her this. It should help her sleep.”

“Help her sleep? We’re killing her now?”

“UH!” Violet let out a horrified shriek. “You take me for a Murderess? Literally help her sleep! We cannot smuggle a tied-up, fidgeting, conscious woman before the people who will soon fill this area!”

“So how do you propose we make our way into the ship with this sleeping beauty?” Christopher Keller was skeptical.

“Simple.” Violet Parr shrugged off his question. “We will charm our way in.”

“Charm our way…? Into a criminal act…?”

“You would surprised Christopher how believably lawful any request will seem if made with authority and confidence.” Violet Parr adjusted her scarf and proceeded to the tickets station.

Mar-22-2007 02:09

Arsenio peeped through one of the holes in the crate and saw that the body the two people were carrying was regaining consciousness. "Here's my chance." Arsenio said to himself.

Arsenio took his revolver out of his pocket and was just about to jump out of the crate until a pair of men came running in. "Come on boys, let's get these crates into the ships cargo! Hurry! The Captain won't like it if he see's these boxes left behind!" said a man who was supposedly the supervisor of the loading.

Arsenio was in trouble, he though to himself a way of getting out. "LOOK! KIDNAPPERS! OVER THERE!" Arsenio shouted at the top of his lungs as he barged himself out of the crate.

"Kidnappers? Get em' boys!" said the supervisor.

The two kidnappers made haste into trying to get the woman away from the docks.

"Blast! Come on Christopher carry the old hag and let's get out of here!" Said the woman as she lifted her dress and ran as fast as she could.

The woman stopped in her tracks as the person alleged to be Christopher took the old woman off. "Violet come on! We don't have time!"

"Arsenio Armas... HAHAHA! I finally found the great Arsenio Armas! Your family in the Philippines will hear about this!"

Arsenio was shocked, as she looked at the woman top to bottom. He did not want to return to the Philippines. Arsenio then recovered his senses and aimed his revolver at the person known as Violet.

Arsenio shot her but missed as it only hit the lefg of her dress. They then ran away into the darkness not to be seen anymore...