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Jan-20-2009 12:15

((In case you missed the other threads, check out: The USS Sleuthetania, the any location place ;), and The Expecting Miss Violet Parr.))

Ah, France. Not just France, but Paris, France.

Scarlett, Clift, Ace, and Vivienne decided to cut their wonderful trip to New York short. They had lost Violet, but they were to meet her when they got into Paris.

Clift picked up a newspaper. "MURDER IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT!" was emblazoned across the top of the page. Clift red it for a few moments as Ace chattered with Scarlett and Vivienne. They waited for Violet outside of a little cafe, knowing they'd be waiting for a while.

"Wow!" Clift interrupted his friends, "Guess who's dead?"
"Who?" Scarlett jumped.
"Joey Bane."
"Bane is dead?" Ace inquired.
"Apparently he murdered a man and was shot down by police."
"Who was the man?" Vivvy asked.
"I don't know. It doesn't go into it."
"What happened?" Scarlett asked.
"Foot pursuit on the docks. They shot him and he went over the rail into the ocean. They didn't find the body for several hours."

Just then, Violet's cab pulled up. The group hadn't yet reserved a table, so they grabbed one now.

"Remember, Ace." Scarlett asked, "No ketchup!"
"Ha ha ha." Ace mocked, "And no soda! Especially not in Italy."
"We are in France, not the boot of Europe." Violet spoke up from behind.
"Hey, Violetta!" Ace teased.
"Hey, Tonail." Everyone laughed at the comeback.

Feb-2-2009 07:26

Yoyo waked up in the early hours of the morning the party still in full force. He found the crumpled note in his hand. His sweaty hand had smudged the ink to the point where the letters were unreadable. 'Morocco' he thought 'The Orient, the harems the desert, solitude...Morocco'.
Yoyo made his way to his attic apartment, opened up his bag and threw all his possessions inside, including wads of cash. Credit never solved a problem like cash did. With absolutely no recollection of what had happened the night before he shrugged off the events of the night to the usual. He made his way to the train station to get a train to the South of Spain from there he would take a boat crossing the Straits of Gibraltar to Morrocco and from there he had no idea. But like usual he would fall on his feet.