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The Expecting Miss Violet Parr
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Jan-5-2009 03:44


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

The USS Sleuthetania:

http://noir.playsleuth.com/map/cityhall/post.spy?id=29404

The Any Location Place:

http://noir.playsleuth.com/map/cityhall/post.spy?id=29603


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Acemaster
Acemaster
Well-Connected

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
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
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.

“Bane!”

[…]

“Nope. It’s a promise.”

Joey
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
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

*meanwhile*

"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...))

Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Jan-18-2009 01:27


As soon as they entered her room at 213b, Violet Parr collapsed on her bed.

She rested for a few minutes and then, normalising her breath intake, she dried her tears using a scented mauve handkerchief. Then to Clift’s surprise she started getting ready for the Masked Ball.

“Violet are you okay?” Clift spoke in his most calming voice.

“I am fine, Clift… Yourself?” Violet looked to him inquiringly.

He was puzzled. “Well, let’s say that there at least hasn’t been any attempt on my life!”

“It would not have been the first time.” Violet nodded in his direction knowingly. “I cannot let whomever it is, believe, even for a second, that they have got me frightened and feeling victimised in anyway.” She turned to him. “At times the best action is non-action.”

“So what are you planning to do?”

Violet started combing her long dark hair. “Nothing really for now… Attend the Ball, have a good time and keep my awareness heightened, since I have a very good feeling I may know who is behind this.”

“Who is it?!” Clift rose. “Just tell me Vi and we will act immediately to cease whose responsible.”

“I can’t be sure.” Violet spoke. “We need to wait for now and see if anything comes to light.” She suddenly turned to him. “Clift, could you do something for me?”

“Anything Vi…”

“Then be a dear and fetch me a prawn cocktail… two… or four if you could.” Violet looked anxious.

“A… prawn cocktail?”

“As soon as physically possible… get it from the restaurant below…” Violet urged.

Suddenly Clift realised the rush. “Is it a craving?”

Violet nodded. “I would rather eat before I get dressed. Any drop of the cocktail dressing would be an evident eyesore on my deep indigo gown.”

“Will you be safe?” Clift spoke as he reached the door.

“Forever and for always,” Violet assured him with a smile as she took out her purple mask.


Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Jan-18-2009 01:33


***

As soon as Clift left closing the door behind him, Violet Parr collapsed on her bed once again.

She was feeling exhausted.

It was a terribly strain being pregnant: She tired easily, always needed the ladies room and was hungry more often than appropriate for a lady. However, the thought of a new person in her life, one whom would love her unconditionally filled her heart with joy.

She turned her head to the side and saw herself in the mirror, she still wasn’t showing. Makensie Brewer on the other who was not as far along as she was but has already been showing her pregnancy slightly.

Violet then thought of the effort of Clift and the warning given by the Mr. 'Boxer' Bane. Their joint effort had saved her life. She suddenly felt deeply grateful to, and highly appreciative of, being alive.

Violet rolled over her bed wanting to sleep and wake when all this was over… suddenly… she heard the sound of paper crumpling underneath her bed cover.

Her left hand instinctively went underneath the sheets and she pulled out a handwritten note.

The note was written on yellow, seemingly expensive paper with a very fine hand. Violet sat up and read the contents:


“When one is awarded the great responsibility of carrying a title, one may not allow himself the luxury of getting caught up with trivial events and unpleasant and, at times, vile attacks against one’s honour & integrity.

My social status is more important to me than your foolish actions and his. So you will understand that my actions against your person, Miss Parr, are but natural.

For never could a woman who loved her husband, bring herself to love his ... “


Violet stopped reading and shook her head in shocked disbelief. “Oh Lady Lancaster, you didn’t...”


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