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The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Feb-25-2009 03:59


Leopold Parr walked as fast as he possibly could in and around Victoria Station. The young officer had anticipated the arrival of his younger sister with great trepidation. He finally saw her waiting for him in a mauve overcoat and a large purple hat through the window of one of the station’s waiting rooms.

When Miss Violet Parr got up and walked out of the waiting room, Leopold’s walk turned into a sprint as he finally reached Violet and hugged her tightly in a collision of joy.

Violet pushed hard against his force not to fall on her back. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered. “Really Leopold, this show of affection can do with some self-restraint!”

“Two years in France…” Leopold replied, “…haven’t changed you a bit!”

“I know better than to let the French freely mold me to their pleasing!” Violet Parr huffed in a mock of indignation. Then she turned her gaze to a young girl standing next to her looking curiously and cautiously at Leopold. “…but I am afraid I can’t say the same about young Isabella.”

Leopold looked at his young niece in utter astonishment: Isabella was a pretty little thing with curiously mixed features. At such a young age, her skin looked like a yellowish tanned shade of ivory. She had long light brown hair, hazel eyes and a serious look of disapproval on her face.


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Violet Parr
Violet Parr
Thespian

Feb-26-2009 04:06


She made her way back to the dining room again and sat to reread a telegram she received earlier that day.

“DEAR VIOLET STOP
LEAVING NY ON A VILLAIN HUNT STOP
MAY DECIDE TO STOP BY IN LONDON STOP
TO SEE YOU AND ISABELLA THIS TIME TOO STOP
HOPE YOU ARE FINALLY BACK FROM FRANCE STOP
IT HAS BEEN A WHILE, SEE YOU SOON STOP
CLIFT GARRETT STOP”

She hugged the telegram to her chest to read the other one she’d received.

“MISS VIOLET PARR STOP
I KNOW THAT YOU DID NOT HAVE A BOY STOP
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM TO THE DIES ARCANUM STOP
I WOULD STAY OUT OF THEIR BUSINESS STOP
IF I WERE YOU STOP”

“Oh, Lady Lancaster,” Violet sighed. “I’m afraid you are much too serious even for my taste.” With once last look at Clift's telegram, she threw both letters in the garbage bin.

She sat at her desk and started writing a detailed letter to Miss Makensie Brewer.

An hour later she was done and was enclosing a picture of Isabella and Victoria together with their Uncle Leopold.

As she sealed the letter, she looked out the window into the London night. Somewhere out there, she felt would encounter a very familiar face soon.

*

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 07:45

“…ok now…drag him out slowly…” Bane heard a voice like in a dream. “…don’t hit his head Mo, he’s already bleeding…” It sounded to be the voice of an old man.

“…quit ordering me around, Manny! I know exactly what I’m doing…” The second voice seemed also to come from an old man. He felt someone grabbing his arm and trying to lift him up.

“…yeah, like you did two days ago when you fell out of the barn…Don’t pull him by the arm…lift his feet first!...” Joey now felt that someone grabbed his feet. He tried to open his eyes, but everything was blurry. The only thing he could tell was that in front of him there was a fire burning.

“…I told you, Manny…I DID NOT FALL!...I jumped!...Stop bringing that up and STOP pulling on his legs…get over here and help me…”

“…NO…YOU get over here!...”

“…STOP PULLING, Manny!...can’t you see I’m dragging from the other side?...” Bane felt as if at the same time he was both dragged by his feet AND by his arms.

Everything started to get foggy and he passed out again.

[…]

“…if you would have listened to me in the first place, Mo…it wouldn’t have taken us half an hour to get this guy out of that car…” Bane realized he was again awake and being dragged by both his hands this time.

“…stop acting like you’re smarter than me, Manny…you never were!...”

“…oh yes I was…”

“…was NOT!...”

“…I WAS! And I still AM!...now quit arguing with me and lift him up carefully…carefully…CAREFULLY!!!” With this Bane felt his head was dropping. A sudden powerful burn then penetrated the back of his head.

His vision got black again, but not before hearing Mo’s voice still like in a dream: “YOU DROPPED HIM!?!”

[…]

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 07:46

Joey came back to his senses feeling as if he was ran over by a train. He tried to open his eyes, but his eye leads felt painfully heavy, so he decided to wait a bit more before attempting again. The strong noise of an engine running was surrounding him from all sides. He realized he was laid on his back and all his body was shaking. It seemed as if he was somewhere in the back of a truck.

Suddenly Bane felt something wet dropping on his face. ‘Damn rain’ he thought wiping his face with his hand, still lying down on his back. He noticed then that whatever was on his face was somehow…sticky! “Strange rain…” he mumbled while pricking his ear to catch a strange sound…like someone was breathing fast. He finally opened his eyes…”SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS!?!”

Above him was hanging the largest dog head he ever saw. It looked like a Bulldog, but yellow. His mouth was wide open and drooling all over Bane’s face. The dog’s tongue was hanging limp on a side. He seemed to be smiling somehow. ‘Disgusting!’ Bane grumbled again, while checking the rest of the body attached to this head. It was a full size French Mastiff…and one a bit overgrown for that matter.

Bane tried to get his head up and see where he was. The dog’s eyes then suddenly pointed him. “I hope you had breakfast already, big guy” said Bane laying still. The dog then started to thoroughly smell him and ended his search by licking him once. “Freaking disgusting!” said Bane once again. While taking a quick look around from where he was laying, he finally realized he was indeed in the back of an uncovered truck and it was already morning. He tried to sit up, but the dog’s growl made him reconsider. Another growl came as he attempted again. He finally decided to quit. He wasn’t actually feeling like moving too much considering his current condition after the crash. He laid there waiting for something to happen. At some point he fell back asleep.

[...]

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Feb-27-2009 12:54

**The Port of London, Early Morning**

Born and bred at the Big Apple, Joseph Zeo never imagined venturing across the oceans. Water was not his element, neither was unfamiliar landscapes. As the ship approached the Port of London, Zeo had second thoughts about this ‘change of scenery’, but then, he didn't have much of a choice.

Lisette's death loitered in his head day and night. Walking alone on the streets of New York, Zeo always ‘saw’ his loved one with him, past memories mingled with the present, lingering like an after image from intense flashlight. Reminiscence of her was everywhere, and it pained Zeo intensely. Eventually, Zeo feared to venture out. He stayed home, unable to work, rotting away within the dungeon in his mind. His agency remained only in name, all customers had drifted away. Zeo didn’t even bother to close down the business.

“We’ll be landing soon, ready for the big adventure?” Gregory asked while Zeo inhaled the nicotine from his cigarette. Zeo gazed at the foggy shoreline, oblivious to his friend’s excitement.

Gregory took out his little journal book, “Let me see now… yes, this is the address. We’re so lucky they are giving us residence you know. All we need is to find out how to get there, and report in tomorrow. Don’t worry Joseph, we will have a wonderful time!”

Zeo smiled and threw the cigarette butt into the water. He really did appreciate everything Gregory was doing for him, but his enthusiasm was sometimes too much to bear. Zeo decided to head back to their cabin to start packing.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Feb-27-2009 14:38

**New York - early afternoon**

Makensie left her apartment, leaving her son with her friend, Ms Cevasco, who is living with them.

As she walked, she thought about her friend, Violet Parr, and how she missed talking to her.

She walked in her agency, and just as she was beginning to walk up the steps to her office, the agency clerk, Barnabas, stopped her.

"Oh , Ms Brewer, Im glad to see you. You have a telegram", he said, with a pleasant smile.

She took the telegram, and thanked him, smiling.

Quickly making her way to her office, she shut the door, and went to her desk to sit down.

She began to read:

Ms Brewer STOP
I hope this finds you well STOP
I've been thinking about you STOP
Have time for London? STOP

Your friend always, with love STOP
Violet Parr STOP

Smiling, she thought, A visit is just what I need.

She locked up her office, ran down the stairs, and quickly said to Barnabas, as she made her way to the door, "Barnabas, take any messages for me. I will be gone for atleast a week"

"...but, where are you going, Ms Brewer?", he said.

Makensie peeks back in the door, and says, "I will be in touch"

***

Back at her apartment, Makensie packed her suitcase, and was giving Ms C instructions on what to feed Cody.

"Make sure he doesnt have too much candy, Ms Cevasco, you know what a terror he can become", she said, with a chuckle.

"Dont you worry, Mak, this isnt my first child Ive ever taken care of, and he will be quite fine. Now you go have yourself a nice visit with Ms Parr", Ms C said, giving her a hug.

Makensie gave her little boy a hug, and a kiss, and she was off to London, to see her dear friend Violet Parr.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 15:38

“Hey, look Mo, Pierre likes this guy!” The voice startled Joey up from his sleep. He opened his eyes, but closed the back quickly, attempting to shake off the face of the dog. He then opened them back up…it was still there. Submitted, Bane looked at the sky. The sun told him it was already midday. He must’ve slept a few hours. He then spread his legs to see what was going on in front of him without lifting his head. He noticed two men were looking at him. They both looked like time had forgotten about them. They also wore both some blue overcoats whose sleeves had been sometime ripped off. They had their heads covered with wide brimmed white hats that also looked as if they had seen better times…and that was a long time ago. All in all…they looked like a couple of old farmers.

“He’s up, Manny! I tell you: he’s up!”

“I see, Mo! Unlike you, I still have good sight.”

“Hey, guys, cut that out!” interrupted them Joey. “Now…I assume you two pulled me out of the car.”

“You’re damn right we did! You crashed hard, you know!”

“Ok…thank you…I guess. Now…Manny, could you help me out with this dog? It seems he’s not willing to let me make any move.”

“I’m Mo. That one’s Manny” the old man corrected Bane.

“Same thing to me, Mo. Now…the dog, please?”

“I can’t. He don’t listen to me. He ain’t mine.”

Bane then turned his eyes towards Manny. “Ok, then you help me.”

“I can’t help you, lad” he replied. “He ain’t listening to me either.”

“But…it’s YOUR dog!” Bane was already desperate.

“Yeah…somehow…yeah…actually…he belongs to my wife.”

“So…where is your wife?” A slight ray of hope appeared in Joey’s eyes.

“She died...a couple of years back…she was my fifth wife!”

“She was your fourth, Manny! You ain’t never had five wives!”

“She was my FIFTH, Mo! I know how to count better my wives!”

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 15:39

Bane was exhausted. Seeing he was getting nowhere with the two ‘ancients’ he decided to address directly to the dog. “Go, doggy! Shoo! Get out of here! Leave me alone!” The animal didn’t move a muscle.

“That ain’t gonna work, stranger! Pierre don’t speak English, you know…” Many smiled.

“Pierre? The dog’s name’s Pierre? What the hell kind of name is that for a dog? And what do you mean ‘he doesn’t speak English’?”

“The name is French. The dog is French. My wife was…”

“French!” interrupted him Bane. “I get it. Now…is there any way to communicate with this dog?”

“Not as far as I know” Replied Manny. “He does what he pleases, you see. He though seems to like you.”

“Now that gives a new definition to ‘rough love’” mumbled Bane.

As Joey felt like he was losing his minds, salvation appeared and looked him right in the eyes: a cat had jumped right into the back of the truck. Pierre’s body froze as if something had suddenly turned him into a statue. The next second he jumped like an arrow straight to the cat. He chased her until they both disappeared behind some building. “Thank God!” shouted Bane, finally sitting up.

By looking around he realized they were somewhere inside the parking lot of a motel. He felt that he had enough of the ‘fossils’, so he gracefully thanked them and went on his way. Before he took off heading for the reception, Joey was more than pleased to find out the old men had been considerate enough to also pick up his luggage out of the burning car. They said farewell as the truck had took off with a strong cracking and screeching noise, as if the engine was about to fall on the ground.

Joey
Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Feb-27-2009 15:40

A fat middle age lady was sitting at the reception.

“Hello there, Miss. I’d like to…”

“We have only one room left…” she cut off his talk. “The matrimonial suit. Take it or leave it!”

“I don’t want a room, but…” he looked amazed out the window. No car in the parking lot, no soul was around. It seemed the only people there were him and this lady. “Do Englishmen like to take long walks or something?” he asked looking ironically into her eyes.

“Your rudeness is not appreciated, Mister.” She rose on her toes and looked somewhere down at Bane’s feet. “We also don’t allow dogs in our rooms.”

“What freaking do…” Bane stopped his sentence as he looked down and discovered…”Pierre!?!” He then rushed out on the door to shout after the two old men. No point. They were already far and the only thing on the road was a thick cloud of dust. As he decided to quit and turn back, a car passed by him at high speed and splattered him head to toe in mud. “I HATE ENGLAND!” he shouted, upon spitting dirt out of his mouth. “Lousy cars…lousy roads…lousy weather…lousy EVERYTHING!”

He then headed back towards the reception. “Lady, that ain’t my dog.” While looking around the room he noticed Pierre was now gone. “Where did he go, anyway?”

“Your dog? I don’t know.”

“I told you: he’s not…arrrgggh…forget it. I changed my mind though. I do want a room…need to freshen up a bit.”

A couple of minutes later he opened the door to the matrimonial suit. He threw off his bag and his clothes and entered straight under the shower.

Clift Garrett
Clift Garrett
Thespian

Feb-28-2009 08:55


**The Docks - Midday**


Clift raised his head over the men and moving crowds, and he could see the City of London clearly at the edge of the horizon.

Next to him on the ship's deck stood a man who seemed and felt much like him, down on his luck, and somewhat depressed.

Clift had heard his friend refer to him earlier as 'Joseph' and Clift immediately recognized him as Joseph Zeo, a famed New York detective who like him was recently down on his luck.

Clift Garrett was not down on his luck professionally, he was still solving cases, hunting villains and doing at the needs to be done -solo.

He decided he was the kind of detective that worked much better alone without an agency, and had decided with the support of his friend/romantic interest Mak to go solo as a detective.

His relationship with Mak was pretty funny now that he thought about: It was an on again, off again, in between type thing since the very start and it carried out that way up to the birth of Cody James his beautiful son.

Clift felt very guilty about not being there for Mak throughout her pregnancy or even through her delivery of Cody. But Mak was gracious enough to forgive Clift and all went well from the moment he picked up his boy between his arms: Cody James Brewer-Garrett.

He also felt equally guilty about not being there for Violet when she was pregnant, but he had better reasons not to be there for Violet.

Miss Parr disappeared in France for two years, and he could never reach her and she only reached him to tell him the news of her birth of his daughter Isabella with a picture of the pretty little thing.

The rest of the information he had about Vi was communicated to him through Mak, whom Violet seemed to trust more than him. Clift let it be, but was determined to see his daughter now, in London the City of Cities.

Clift wanted both Cody and Isabella to be raised in one house which he lived in, but knew it would be impossible to realize that dream.

Clift Garrett
Clift Garrett
Thespian

Feb-28-2009 09:12


Clift was starting to get bored.

There was about half an hour to kill before the Ship reaches the docks. He moved to where Mr. Joseph Zeo was, and put out his right hand. "Mr. Zeo?"

"Yes," Joseph Zeo was caught off guard. He shook Clift's hand firmly saying, "... and you are?"

"Garrett, Mr. Clift Garrett, a detective like yourself. Recognised the name... after all we're both NY detectives and bound to know one another."

"Yes, Mr. Garrett, I vaguely recall your name... Aren't you the detective who worked the most high profile case of the year?"

"Yes I was." Clift nodded proudly. "It was also the most dangerous!"

"So what brings you to London?"

Clift smiled. "Two things, a villain, and a pretty little doll."

"I see," Joseph nodded. "Well I am here for a much needed change of scenery myself."

"I can't imagine what London has to offer that's so different from NY."

Joseph laughed heartily at that, he continued chatting with Clift until they both heard the ship whistle blow.

Clift excused himself to go get his luggage.

As he moved quickly across the deck he wondered if the tip he got about Violet Parr was true.

His London source said she was back and was last seen at Victoria Station with her brother Leopold and two little girls. One with light brown hair and one with dark brown hair.

Clift figured the light brown haired child must be Isabella, but the other one? Could it be that Leopold had possibly married and already had a daughter of his own?

Clift hoped the tip was true: It meant he had a very good chance to see his daughter face to face and finally have Violet answer him back on a few things he never got the chance to ask.



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