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The Kidnapping of Aisha Georges
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

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


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Harrelson
Harrelson

Mar-31-2007 13:05

He closed the door and quickly re-locked it. A glance to the bed told him that this was indeed the right room. There lay Aisha Georges, with all the delicacy of a pot-bellied pig, snoring like there was no tomorrow.

With practiced grace and efficiency he opened the container and began to pour it evenly over the floor, letting it soak into as much of the carpet as he could cover. As his task neared completion he splashed what was left on to Georges' slumbering body soaking her and the bed she occupied. 'Wake Up Mrs. Georges!'

She reacted slowly, somehow flailing in slow-motion. "Whoo!? What? What now miz Barrr?" she shreiked finally sitting up and seeing the other person in the room. She used her hands to try and steady her as she spoke, though it did little or no help in her condition. Eventually, her eyes came into focus on the intruder and she gasped in suprise. "Mr. Harrrrelzon! Yoou've come to rreleaze me and punizsh that bastarrrrd girrrrl!"

'Hardly, Mrs. Georges.' Harrelson began to grin as he spoke, 'You see madame, you're husband was rather short-sighted when he paid me for this job.'

An odd blend of confusion, anger, and outright terror contorted her face. She was frozen in silence, the fear dripping off her as tangibly as the liquid he had just splashed her with.

Cont...

Harrelson
Harrelson

Mar-31-2007 13:06

'My instructions were to "Keep an eye on you." I have done so.' He spoke with measured tones absent of emotion, 'And I have done quite well in my opinion, considering what has befallen you.'

He dragged the only chair in the barren room toward the dusty lamp on the bedstand. He then placed four thick peices of rubber underneath each of the chair legs before he sat down, pulled out a copy or "The Picture of Dorian Grey", and continued speaking in his easy manner. 'I have already sent word to your husband through certain channels notifying him where you are.'

Although there was no notible change of expression his eyes seemed to harden as he spoke. 'But now my job is over, and the fun is about to begin.' After that a small smile began to creep up into his lips. It never touched his eyes.

'Curiosity, Mrs. Georges, is such a wonderfully interesting motivator. Don't you agree? He looked up from his reading to find that she had fainted. 'Bah, she'll miss the best part!'

Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Mar-31-2007 16:29

Miss Violet Parr was practically saved by the gallant Ran, and the even more courageous Yoyo. She knew Christopher would be safe with these two men around. As soon as Ran escorted her to the very likely exit, she proceeded to leave the melancholic alleyway with quick and steady steps.

She had only twenty minutes before Aisha Georges would wake from her sedative. Miss Parr had to act quickly and reach the disoriented Mrs. Georges before the woman would regain any sense of balance or mental stability.

The night was dark and chilly. Violet Parr tightened her violet scarf around her neck and looked behind shoulders to see if Christopher, Yoyo or Ran had finished with Arsenio and managed to catch up with her, but it seemed she was only being followed by her shadow and the unqualified silence of the night.

Miss Parr entered her motel, smiled vaguely at receptionist and concierge and immediately made her way with haste to her room, just managing not to run. She turned her key into the door as she removed her violet scarf and shook her long dark hair free. Violet took a deep breath as she entered her motel room.

The silence of the room suggested that Aisha Georges was still in a deep trance or sleep, the reality was, however, that she had vanished.

Violet Parr opened her mouth to let out a silent scream. She scanned the room with her scrutinising sight once more, but sure enough no one was there: Aisha Georges had practically disappeared.

All of the sudden Miss Parr felt a certain heat: a presence in her room. She slowly turned, sure enough, a man she never saw before stood there behind her.

Violet Parr opened her mouth to scream, but then, against her better judgment, decided against doing that.

Harrelson
Harrelson

Mar-31-2007 19:03

'Wonderful to finally meet you Miss...?' He was an average-looking man. Not to tall, or overly short, he was neither plump nor in desperate need of food. Nothing was remarkable about him from his sandy brown hair down to his slighty awkward stance. Until, as he finished speaking, his lips curved slighty upward. As the corners of his mouth made their ascent his eyes began to sparkle with equal parts intelligence and mischief.

'That was his distinguishing feature' thought Violet Parr, though she hadn't decided if it carefree and excited or exceedingly dangerous and cruel. She wasn't sure that he had decided either. The look of shock on her face began to melt away as her entire body slowly relaxed. She would not let this newcomer get in her way, not after how very far she had come.

'Calm yourself miss, I have no wish to harm you, but if you'll take a moment to mind your surroundings' he waved his hand in a smooth gesture indicating the damp, empty bed and the soaking floor, 'you will see that the situation is still a bit out of your control.' He paused for a moment and took a step to make sure that his back was to the wall and not the door.

Cont...

Harrelson
Harrelson

Mar-31-2007 19:04

Violet stiffened but still did not say anything in return. Defiance burned within her, but she was not without caution when it was needed. Even if he was physically underwelming, the man in front of her was clearly dangerous and was obviously in posession of information she needed.

'My name is Harrelson.' His voice sounded as if it were out for a sunday stroll. 'I've been following you and Mrs Georges since the night of the party on behest of Mr Georges. He knows about this room and has dispatched others here in search of you and the old cow.'

Violet began to shake visably, but there was no fear in her eyes.

'Such a quick temper.' He scolded softly. 'They will not find her here. And they will not find you either... if you can bring yourself to trust me.' His singular grin returned as he continued. 'She is bound and in a room down the hall. All you need do is follow me. Your choice.'

He turned his back to her and calmly walked through the door. 'Oh and don't worry about your room and it's interesting condition. I want the men Georges sent to enjoy the gift I left for them and would hate for someone to ruin their little "suprise."

Harrelson grinned to himself. 'Curiousity is such a wonderfully interesting motivator.' he murmered to no one in particuar.

yoyofoshow
yoyofoshow
Old Shoe

Apr-1-2007 03:21

Yoyo stood alone in the ally with Arsenio. He made a list in his head of what he could do with him. 1. 'Pop' him off 2. Wound him severly 3. Tie him up or somethng of the sort. He decided on number 3 the situation hadn't escalated enough for number 1 or 2.
'Get on the ground and put your hands where I can see them' yoyo ordered. Normally he woudn't have used that phrase but it was embedded into his brain from when he was on the police force. Arsenio did as he was told. Yoyo frisked him and confiscated his revolver rounds. 'Thanks I could use this'
'Shut up' Arsenio responded as he laid on the ground.
'Normally I would read your rights, but lets just say I'm not in the mood.' Yoyo put a hand cuff on one of his hands, another thing he kept with him since his days on the force. He then helped Arsenio up and walked him to an out of order street light used to illuminate the backdoor of the Tricky Mister. Since the light was fairly far down the alley Yoyo was sure no one would see Arsenio. Yoyo turned his acquaintance around and put the chain of the hand cuffs around the lampost and then on Arsenio's other hand. This way Arsenio was stuck there, back to the lamp post so that he couldn't try any funny stuff with the cuffs.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-1-2007 07:01

Miss Parr had once again decided to act against her better judgment. She was by no means in a bargaining position, and she more than anyone knew that, at times, one had to swallow one’s pride and act in one’s best interests.

Violet Parr masterfully suppressed her fear, made her anger vanish and managed to smile politely. "Very pleased to meet you Mr. Harrelson, allow me to introduce myself, I am Miss Violet Parr... Now I seem to be confused as to whether or not you work for Mr. Frank Georges, but, seeing that I do not in the very least fear this man, I suppose it does not really matter either way."

Miss Parr awaited for a response from this dark, ordinary looking man, but then once more the man responded with a slight curving of his lips -Miss Parr could not call it a smile- that made him look anything but ordinary.

Violet looked into Harrelson’s eyes, deep into the core of his soul, ensuring her smile is maintained throughout the duration of her gaze. Miss Parr had no difficulty giving people trust. It was because her trust in her own self and abilities was so profound, trusting others came to her with ease: “If a decision turned out to be a bad one…” she always told herself, “I could simply make another decision.”

Harrelson looked with wonderful curiousity at Miss Parr as she tried harder to examine her damp surroundings. She suddenly shrugged off her own curiousity and decided it would be better to avoid whatever liquid was poured altogether.

“I cannot let Aisha Georges escape me before I get the information I urgently need out of her.”

“Miss Parr,” Harrelson, still slightly smiling started, “no one said you needed to do that at this point in time.”


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-1-2007 07:01


Violet was sceptical, but managed to skilfully hide it. Harrelson gestured for her to leave the room first and assured her with his eyes that he will follow and further guide her.

Miss Parr thought twice, but finally decided to practically fly from the damp motel room, nodding to Harrelson politely in thanks as she proceeded.


Harrelson
Harrelson

Apr-1-2007 17:22

Once out of the room, they moved toward swiftly toward their new destination, pausing only once or twice when Harrelson called for it. Violet moved gracefully without any sign that she had just left a volatile situation, or that she could be moving into a trap much worse. She had made her decision and shed the fears of doubt, seeming even more anxious to continue than the curiously plain looking man that followed her.

Harrelson watched her whenever they would stop, an odd expression on his face. During the second pause on their trip he blurted out, “You’re quite intoxicating. Your beauty that is.” But the look he was giving her was more akin to a strange scientist studying a bug in a jar than to a man leering at a beautiful woman. “Saintpaulia ionatha, indeed.” He murmured.

Though Miss Parr was unfazed by his unusual mannerisms, she glanced back once or twice to see how he was looking at her only to find that he wasn’t watching her at all. His eyes darted back and forth to bizarre angles at random intervals and the only time his eyes touched her was in transit. Violet followed his gaze and found that he was staring at every mirror and reflective surface they passed. He was either extremely vain, obsessively paranoid, or someone always keenly aware or his surroundings. His plain appearance and easy manner suggested the latter.

Harrelson
Harrelson

Apr-1-2007 17:22

“Here we are, Miss Parr.” Harrelson motioned the nearest door on their right. “The wife of my former employer” he emphasized the words, “waits for you on the other side of this door.” He handed her a key took a step back.

He pursed his lips together and relaxed his hands behind his back. Nodding toward the room he said, “I believe you’ll find Mrs. Georges in a much more talkative mood than she has been in the last few weeks. Apparently, she finds me rather frightening. Or perhaps some of the ideas I mentioned while moving her here. Curiosity can shape ideas in new and frightening…. Look at me rambling on. Please forgive me, Miss Parr.”

Violet indicated her forgiveness with a dismissive wave of her hand. She inserted the key, turned it, and then hesitated for a brief moment.

“Ladies first.” Said Harrelson as he grinned slowly and bowed deeply.


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