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The Expecting Miss Violet Parr
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Jan-5-2009 03:44

To know what happened previously in this story please review the following threads.

The USS Sleuthetania:

The Any Location Place:


Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Jan-17-2009 13:09


Meanwhile, back in her cabin, Makensie takes a shower, and puts on a long, black elegant dress, with a tasteful cleavage in the front, a pair of her most expensive gold earrings, and a simple, gold chain around her neck. She wore red velvet heels,that matched the red in the hem of the dress. Grabbing the simple black mask she purchased earlier in the day, she puts on a dash of her finest cologne, and is ready for the night. She guesses.

Having an hour or so to spare, she decides to just hang out in her cabin, alone in her thoughts, and wondering what the evening will hold for them all.


Jan-17-2009 16:29

Ace suited up for the ball. He could help but think about this character, Bane. Clear eyes was one thing, but... no one gets over being drunk that quickly. Dead drunk one minute, an hour later, scholarly looking suit and tie? I don't think so. He's up to something.

Ace finished putting on his suit and decided to track down this Bane character. Fortunately, he didn't have to look far.

He was standing on deck, charming a fat woman in a huge, blue, flowery hat. Even Ace knew her as Patricia Klump... or Blimp... or Plump... or Humungo... whatever her name was. She was that socialite who decided to air his sister's dirty laundry all over New York when she was becoming a big actress.

Ace knew that as he approached them, he wasn't going to like either.

"Hold on, Ace, I'm in the middle of something."
"She can wait." Ace told him.
"You can wait." Bane shot back
"Excuse us, Ms. Blimp." Ace smirked.
"Wha... well... the... wa... er..." She stuttered as Ace pulled Bane aside.
"Hey, don't you talk to her like that!"
"Never mind that," Ace growled, "I think you better tell me why your on this ship, and you'd better tell me right now."
"I already told you, my client..."
"I want the truth." Ace interrupted, "No one is dead drunk one minute and stone cold sober the next."
"I took a nap in my cabin." Bane defended.
"Then you be so hung over you wouldn't have even gotten out of your bed." Ace said, "So, why are you trying to ruin everything?"
"Ruin what?" Bane asked, "It ain't your honeymoon."
"Bulldog!" A highpitched voice shouted at Bane.
"I'll be back in a minute, cherry."
"Well, I'm waiting!" She tapped her toe.
"Hold on, Ms. Humungo, we'll be done in a minute."
"Listen, we can talk later." Bane said.
"Okay," Ace replied, " We are on a ship, you aren't going anywhere. But, until then, if you even come near Violet, Makensie, or Clift... well... let's just say that you'll need a life preserver."
"Is that a threat?"
"Nope. It's a promise."


Jan-17-2009 17:43

Ace knew he had sort of lost is cool back there with Bane. Despite the fact that Bane was an ex-boxer, Ace was train in the art of Jiu Jitsu. An easy lift over the rail, and no one would hear from Bane again.

Not that Ace would do that. That was, of course, an empty threat. Ace was a detective... not to mention he'd probably chicken out. Ace could hold his own in a fight, but murder? Naw...

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-17-2009 17:57

[A bit earlier...]

“Well now…my little meddling around has already started to work.” said Joey for himself after witnessing the short episode between Mak and Ace. “It’s even better than I thought. Didn’t expect all this to move so fast. Only…Miss Brewer seems a little too committed in denying the possibility of any dark corner to exist in Mrs. Parr’s fancy life. I think this cookie is going to be tougher than I thought. Who knows…maybe on her…I’ll have to come up with the whole truth…”

Exiting the lounge he noticed Patricia Crab leaning on the deck rail. “Hey…here’s my victim for tonight.” He smiled and headed to the bar. “Hey, tender, see that lady over there with the large blue hat? I want to offer her a drink, so take out your finest wine and hand me over a couple of crystals, will you?”

The bartender nodded with a tricky smile as he was pulling up a bottle from under the counter. “Dominus Napa Valley Red…1899…would make a cat go up and down the horn for a whole night.”

Bane grabbed the bottle by the neck, a large white napkin and the glasses and headed towards Mrs. Crab. Even though now Makensie was aware of his presence and he could make his entrance with no help, he still believed this merry lady could provide him some kind of useful information.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-17-2009 18:01

“Why, now…such a fine lady like yourself shouldn’t stay here all alone, Mrs. Crab, or…should I say…Miss Crab?”

“Oh dear!” she replied surprised “I never saw you coming, Mr…”

“Bane. Joseph “The Bulldog” Bane. Private investigator by my job and the biggest admirer of your lovely eyes by the heart!”

“You’re making me blush, Mr. Bane.” She raised her hand as Joey took a bow and kissed her. “I have to say, you look quite charming tonight” added her posing a large smile. “How did you know my name?”

“How could I not, Miss Crab? Your reputation as a blue blood and a patron of the arts precedes you. I don’t think there is any soul in London or New York for that matter who doesn’t know the name of Crab.” Bane almost didn’t recognize himself behind all this cherry talk, but after all, it seemed to work.

“Now, shall we take a seat, Miss Crab?”

“By all means, Mr. Bane, by all means. To be truthful, I also knew about you, but you see Sir…a woman of my class cannot address a man without being proper introduced.”

“Of course.” Bane smiled as he was opening the bottle.

As they were just about to take a sit comfortably at a table their conversation was abruptly interrupted by none other than…Mr. Masters.



“Nope. It’s a promise.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-17-2009 18:04

Bane turned around and finally took a sit at the table. “Don’t mind this intrusion, Mrs. Crab, some people are just born without manners.”

He poured the wine into the glasses and took a long sip.

“The nerve some people have!” she bursted in a disapproving outrage fixing her eyes on someone over Joey’s shoulder. He turned around to discover Violet Parr and her “beloved husband” exiting the lounge.

“Miss Parr, you mean?”

“Yes, HER! She’s been avoiding me all yesterday in the most disrespectful manner. I saw her coming to the harbor; I saw her getting on the ship and get this: she ignored me up until this morning.”

“You saw her coming in the harbor? About what time was that?”

“Oh, I don’t know…YES, I remember. I checked the big clock on the church. Exactly 9:15. Why do you want to know?”

Suddenly Joey’s face turned worried. He started mumbling again just for himself: “9:15? I’m pretty sure it was 9:30 when I stepped out of the hotel. I couldn’t have been in there for more than 10 minutes and the body was still warm. It took me a full hour to reach the docks…when could she….? DAMN! She couldn’t. No way she would have time to reach so fast the harbor. Hell…all this time it seems I have been chasing the wrong rabbit. But, if not her, then…WHO?”

He turned around again to take another look at Mrs. Parr. A movement on the terrace cover ceiling attracted his attention and made him look up to see the large chandelier above her braking off.

“WATCH OUT!!!” he shouted looking at the two. In a quick reflex Clift noticed the danger and pushed Violet with a fast move just before the chandelier was crushing the armchair she was sitting in.

The crowd was astonished with the incident. They gathered up around Violet to if she was all right. Upon ensuring of her state Clift raised his eyes to see Bane exiting the room in quite a rush. He left behind Mrs. Crab who had appeared to have fainted on the table.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Jan-17-2009 18:41

Joey Bane rushed away to his cabin thinking fast. “If Violet is not my murderer then who else could’ve been after this guy? A woman…there’s no argument with that. The small stiletto that ended his poor life is not the usual hand weapon of a man and it didn’t seem to belong to the hotel either. I do remember it had a certain symbol on the handle. Damn…this thing is getting much more complicated than I thought. I have to read that black journal again.”

He took a slightly lost look around…”Maaan, I took wrong way, I’m on the other floor.”

Grabbing the stairs he finally ended up in front of his door. While trying to unlock it he realized that it was open. He quickly took out his small revolver and slowly pushed the door. As he was reaching with his hand for the light switch he heard a clear voice.

“Please do come in, Mr. Bane. Also please leave that weapon at the door.” A small click showed him that another gun was pointed at him. He laid his pistol on the floor and switched on the light.

“Miss Brewer!” he exclaimed surprised.

“You were expecting someone else?” she replied with a mocking smile on her face. It seems she had been waiting for him comfortably on the sofa holding a small ivory handled Derringer.

“Not really…no. So, now…to what do I owe the honor of this visit, Miss Brewer?”

“YOU have been messing around with my friends’ minds lately, I hear. And that little episode on the deck just now…somehow didn’t seem like an accident to me. I want to know what’s going on. I want to know if Violet’s life is in danger. So you will spill out all you know and you will do this NOW!”

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Jan-17-2009 19:06

Joey smiled, even though he was a bit nervous on the inside, at this unexpected side of Makensie Brewer, and said, "I like a lady who is tough, Makensie. It becomes you"

On the inside, Makensie was totally taken aback that she felt this strongly of her friends. She knew she was protective, but, not to this extent.

"Don't try to flatter me, Mr Bane", she said, aiming the gun straight at him. "Now, I suggest you take a seat. This is going to be a long night. Tell me EXACTLY who are you are, and WHAT you are doing here. The TRUTH! I'm not a stranger to a gun, and I will go the limit to protect those I hold dear"

He looks at her, then at the gun, then complies.

Sitting down, he adjusted his jacket, and said, "Can I atleast get me a drink first?"

Makensie smiled, coldly for once, and said, "You've had enough. Now, no games. You TELL me what you know. I have all night"

He smiles, and said, "Very well. This is what I know, Miss Brewer. The truth. Shall we begin?"

"It is for you own safety, that you do, MR Bane", Makensie said, leaning on the table that was behind her, yet, keeping very steady with the gun, her finger on the trigger.

She wouldn't kill anyone, but, something had to get this guy to talk, and she wasn't afraid to do what it took to get the information she needed.

Scarlett Masters
Scarlett Masters

Jan-17-2009 20:26


"Oh, Clift!" Violet fell into his arms crying as Ace came running up. It was the first time Ace could ever remember her losing he composure.

Everyone was crowding around the shattered chandelier and the sobbing woman, as Ace raced up to them.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?" He asked frantically.
"Violet was sitting in that armchair." Clift replied, pointing to a smashed mass of wood.
"Oh my. Violet?" Ace asked, "Are you okay?"
"Clift pulled me... out.. of the... way..." Violet spoke between sobs.
"C'mon, honey, why don't you come and lay down?" Clift started to take her to the cabin when the Captain showed up. He had just missed them.
"Sir, do you know where they went? I want to apologize to that poor woman!"
"There's no need for that sir." Ace replied, "This was no accident."
"Are you implying that..."
"I'm saying that someone tried to kill her! Those are two of my best friends, and I need to find out who did this." Ace turned to go.
"Wait... sir? How do you know?" The captain asked.
"Look at the cord that held it up."
"Oh my..." The captain said aloud. The cord had been cut, evidently from someone standing on the balcony above. It would take some doing, but it was possible.
"That is Clift Garrent and his wife, Violet Parr. She is in 213b."
"Okay. Thank you, sir." He turned to go, but then looked back, "And I am still terribly sorry."

Ace knew he had to find out who cut that cord. He also had to find Mak. Where could she be? Everyone on the ship must've heard that crash!

Scarlett Masters
Scarlett Masters

Jan-17-2009 20:27

((Whoops! I forgot that I was in my new altar ego... sorry... ;-)

BTW from now on, make sure Ace doesn't drink...))

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