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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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Christopher Keller
Christopher Keller
Well-Connected

Apr-8-2007 16:23

The concierge’s earlier look of suspicion morphed into one of terror as Chris approached. Christopher allowed himself a moment of smug satisfaction at that. His stony mask took years of trials and hardships to perfect. Now his hardened features and intense stare when focused on his prey could reduce the strongest of men to stuttering fools and the concierge was no match for Chris. He had him singing like a bird with nary a word and within minutes Christopher was on his way to the room acquired by one ‘Rick Harris’.

***

He passed a well dressed man as he came out of the elevator. He was an average looking man by most standards. Too average, thought Chris curiously. The man graced him with a graceful nod before he entered the elevator Chris just vacated. Chris was unsettled by the knowing look on the man’s face and the man’s twitching upper lip that seemed to suggest that he was trying in vain to keep it from curving up in amusement. Chris however, was intrigued by the man’s eyes that was twinkling at him with equal amounts of superior intelligence and mirth. Chris had to blink once twice to get that twinkle out of his head. ‘Get a grip Chris, twinkling eyes indeed’ he scoffed at himself and carried on down the corridor.

Cont...


Christopher Keller
Christopher Keller
Well-Connected

Apr-8-2007 16:24

He came to the room to find the door wide open; Mrs. Georges was half lying in a heap on the floor wailing. She had mascara-smudged tear tracks running down her cheeks and her face seemed to crumble within itself as her flushed cheeks contrasted with her melting face powder. Chris pursed his lips in disgust and started scanning the room for Violet in vain. His fears and worry came rushing back to the fore of his mind and before he opened his mouth to question Mrs. Georges who was yet to notice his presence he heard an all too familiar tiny sniffle followed by heart-wrenching feminine sobs. He hurried out of the room after making sure it was locked and followed the sound to end of the corridor where he found Violet slumped against the stairs crying uncharacteristically. He knew at once what has transpired and felt instantly ashamed at the tiny wave or relief that washed over him at the knowledge that he won’t have to deliver the news of Violet’s true parents. He berated himself for his selfishness and taking a deep breath, joined his childhood friend in her misery.

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Christopher Keller
Christopher Keller
Well-Connected

Apr-8-2007 16:29

‘How could he Chris? How could Father lie to me like this? My whole life!!! What am I going to do now, I can’t deal with this, please tell me what to do’ Violet was staring at his with her big beautiful eyes beseechingly. She did not need to explain or ask if he already knew about what she had discovered. Such was their friendship, one look at him and she knew that he knew just like Chris knew once he spotted her on the stairs that he needn’t worry about breaking the news to her anymore. Her eyes had so much pain in them and the tears sticking to her long eyelashes gave her such a vulnerable look. Looking at her lost features and watching her lips tremble with barely contained sobs brought tears to Chris’ own eyes. His chest tightened painfully and he was filled with feelings of powerful protectiveness towards his friend. He gathered her in his arms with almost unnatural tenderness for a man as strong as he was and offered her the only comfort he knew she desperately needed. They sat there for a long time, Violet crying over the unfairness of it all and Chris showering her with endearment and gentle kisses on her hair to calm her down.

It was a very long night….


Arsenio Armas
Arsenio Armas

Apr-9-2007 02:10

"I hate this city right now... urgh I can't believe I'm about to do this again..." Arsenio said to himself as he stood at the railings of the boat. He knew that New York was only a few kilometers away.

"Arsenio NO!" said a voice from behind.

Arsenio didn't bother to look back. He only said two words before jumping off the boat.

"Make me."

And with a splash Arsenio started his swim back to New York. Once again he would need new clothes. But this time he knew Bishop Victor would not give him any.

"I guess I should make new ties with Christopher..." Arsenio said as he started on back to New York...



Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-10-2007 01:00


It was dawn when Miss Violet Parr tightened her silk purple scarf around her head. She looked towards Mrs. Georges, who lay there sleeping on the bed. She turned with grace to inspect her two violet suitcases and managed a satisfied smile. Her thoughts were decisive: She could not deal with her parents right now, going back to London was impossible and even saying goodbye to Christopher would prove trying.

She brushed aside her doubts and fears resting upon her upcoming decision. She approached Mrs. Georges’ sleeping figure and took one last sweeping look at her: There was no scenario in fantasy or imagination where she would call this woman ‘Mother’. Nevertheless, Violet Parr felt highly apologetic for dragging an elderly lady halfway around the world through the highly illegal act of kidnapping.

Miss Parr felt that she herself was kidnapped away from the truth, yet the fact that she was wronged did not deter her from trying to rectify her own mistakes. She knelt to Mrs. Georges, whispered a very polite apology and kissed her upon her forehead. She then proceeded to make her way out of the room leaving it unlocked. She turned towards Mrs. Georges and whispered to her sleeping figure: “It is all in your own hands now Aisha. The early bird gets the worm, and in any case waking up so late is a show of very bad manners.”

With a polite nod, Miss Parr sailed from her room to Christopher Keller’s room. She opened the door ever so slightly so as not to wake him. She glared at him with admiration. This man even shed tears for her and went through with all the impossible decisions, events and happenings she was entangled in. She felt slightly proud, as a mother would seeing her child grow and mature. Violet Parr knew Christopher Keller would go very far.

She extended her palm with grace to him and smiled. Christopher Keller was asleep, but at least she got her chance to say goodbye.


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-10-2007 01:00

Violet Parr had now made her mark.

She was glad that the upsetting ending she was met with earlier explained it all to her: Her relationship with her mother, which was always different when compared to that Madhuri Parr had with the rest of Violet’s brothers. Her father’s preferential treatment of her was also explained: She was the fruit of his passionate flame with a woman whom time and unhealthy living had withered. She also now understood Frank Georges’ unfounded contempt for her, which harboured by jealousy and other negative notions.

Miss Parr wore her large dark sunglasses, and made her way to the motel concierge. A young girl has now replaced the odd looking man. She politely handed her the money, completed all the checkout formalities and left the motel to the streets of Shanghai. She was determined to make it to her destination where she believed she would find healing and light.


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Apr-10-2007 01:02

Violet Parr arrived at the docks.

The ticket clerk looked surprised when she told him her destination, but after checking her invitation he handed over the ticket.

Over the course of the long journey, the rest of the passengers gradually disembarked at their own destinations, until on the final leg of Miss Parr’s journey, the unlikely looking train track started winding its way into the high Himalayas. Violet Parr soon realized she was the only passenger left.

She knew exactly what kind of City this was, and it was perfectly clear to her what she would find when she got there.


Arsenio Armas
Arsenio Armas

Apr-12-2007 03:34

"Urgh... I'm not doing that again." Arsenio said as he got up the docks.

Arsenio threw his Deringer on the dock only to realize that this wasn't New York.

"Where...?" Arsenio stood and took his Deringer. Arsenio removed his trench coat to dry it off the rising sun.

Arsenio was lucky to catch some crate-loaders to ask where this was.

"Excuse me sir. Where is this place?" Arsenio asked.

"It looks like ye' swam to this place 'eh? Bah' anyway welcome to Chicago lad. Don't worry I'm not goin' to tell anyone. You do know they got immigratin' laws 'ere? Anyway I got to go. I'll see ye' round' lad."

"Chicago... I need to get out of here..." Arsenio said to himself.

Arsenio looked around for a ship or a train to stowaway into but to no avail.

"Guess I'll be staying here for awhile. Best lay low"

Arsenio fixed his berret and headed on into the unkown places of Chicago...




Deutchie Man
Deutchie Man

May-19-2007 15:25

Squire on Fire asked for a gin and tonic. His favorite, of course.

Deutchie Man
Deutchie Man

May-19-2007 15:27

Squire ran out of the room as Deutchie Man booted him out. His charm allowed him to flirt for a while and Violet bought him drinks. Lucky guy.

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