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The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr
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Violet Parr
Violet Parr

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.


Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-4-2009 08:23

Bane opened his mouth to say something more, but Violet stopped him, continuing: “Yet, in order to put your mind at ease and prevent your likely attempt to insist, I will ensure you that the Brotherhood does not present any kind of claim, as they are only interested in male characters. As far as anyone else would be concerned, they should not be, as they are both ‘my’ children.”

With this she elegantly raised the coffee cup to her lips and took a sip, generating a pause into the conversation and thus pointing out that the subject was closed to her. Bane decided to settle with her response and used the short break to ponder about what he should tell her ahead. He felt that he needed to warn her about the events on the train, yet he practically didn’t have any clearly shaped information.

Miss Parr had remained with the coffee cup raised in both hands and was switching quick looks between Isabella who was still outside and Victoria who was standing right next to her, studying closely the seaming of her dress. Somehow Violet didn’t feel comfortable having a large distance between her and her daughter in open space. She took another sip and placed the cup on the table, turning her eyes back towards Bane as he made his voice heard once more.

“Say…Miss Parr…Any particular reason for your return to this city?”

“You seem to have many questions today, Mr. Bane…” replied her avoiding to answer. “May I remind you that I own a residence in this city?”

“Indeed…” mumbled Bane slowly, half towards her and half for himself. ‘She’s hiding something, as usual.’

At that point Pierre entered running into the café, followed closely by Isabella. While passing by him, Bane grabbed her and stood up, lifting her in her arms. “Easy there, little lady, you might get yourself hurt running like that through the tables.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-4-2009 08:25

Noticing he had lost his pursuer, Pierre attempted to brake, but instead he found himself sliding and hitting a nearby table, almost knocking it down. He quickly recovered and then returned close to Joey.

Isabella was laughing loud, appearing to be tickling by the position of Joey’s hands onto her. She stopped, put both hands on his face and said giggling: “Vous avez un nez plat!” She then laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. Victoria also laughed from behind her mother’s chair. Bane smiled widely at her, not having the vaguest clue what she had just said.

Violet widened her eyes and leaned her head back just an idea. “Isabella, it is not proper manners to comment on people’s appearance. Please…” she stopped here, sighing again in defeat.

As Bane put her down, his eyes fell upon a newspaper placed on an elegant rack right near the table. Its title was screaming about the man found dead on the train. “Well now…” he grumbled…”let’s see what they say about this. Maybe the police managed to ID this fellow.” He stretched for the paper and just as he was straightening up, he noticed Makensie and Mr. Garret approaching the entrance. He turned his eyes towards Violet and said with a slightly mocking smile:

“It appears your…’love triangle’ is due to be complete once again very soon, Miss Parr.” He tilted his head slightly to point her look towards them.

Violet’s eyes glanced in startle upon noticing Clift. As usual, she quickly recomposed her appearance, yet subtle signs of worry could still be read on her face by a keen eye. She knew she had to face him with the full truth sooner or later, but she had hoped this would happen under her terms. She was not though willing to take any reproaches, as she still considered that under the circumstances her carriage had occurred, she was the only one entitled to make any kind of decisions in this direction.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-4-2009 08:26

She lifted her chin once again and posed a welcoming smile as the three entered the café’s door. Bane was still standing, struggling slightly to keep Isabella away from his tie.

Noticing Violet and the girls through the window, Clift entered the door first, for a moment forgetting his manners. In the usual joy of child, Cody grabbed the back of his jacket, letting himself be dragged on the somehow slippery floor. “Let’s play twain, daddy! Uuuuuuu!” Makensie entered behind them, chuckling at the whole picture.

Clift gently removed Cody’s grip and placed him beside, slowly shuffling his hair. He looked first at Victoria and then towards Isabella. It seemed as his eyes were somehow getting wet at that point, but then he recognized Joey and a shade of suspicion took over his look. Even though they didn’t have a bad history together, Clift had remained with the image of Bane as a man with a hidden agenda. He suddenly felt an urge to remove Isabella out of his reach. He took a fast step towards them.

“Grrrrr….” Pierre jumped up in an instant and was now pointing Clift with a not so friendly expression. The hair on his back was all up.

Clift stopped in his tracks and growled at Joey through his teeth. “What is this, Bane? What are you doing here? Call off your hound and release my daughter at once!”

Bane laughed. He was genuinely amused by the situation. “I wish I could, Garret, but…the dog ain’t listening to one word I say. I suggest you address this little lady here in this regard…oh…I do beg your pardon! I am under the impression you two have yet to be introduced to each other.” He marked his words with another loud laughter.

Clift threw then an accusing look towards Violet, who was just sitting without saying a word. Although her face was serious, somehow she also seemed to enjoy the whole situation.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-4-2009 08:27

The tension was fortunately broken by Cody, as he stepped ahead from behind his father and gently pattered Pierre on the head. “Nice doggy…” He then reiterated the affirmation a couple of times more. Pierre seemed to have now cooled down and sat, curiously sniffing Cody’s mouth.

Before anybody could say one more word, Joey decided to make his exit. He turned towards Violet Parr and spoke up: “As much as I’d like to stick around and share the joy of your…family, I do have an appointment that I need to honor. My deepest regards, Miss Parr.” He leaned towards her and again kissed her hand.

Violet nodded politely. Bane headed towards the exit, nodding at Garret and at Miss Brewers on his way out. The little girls waved at him, so he waved back, smiling. “Pierre?” he inquired stopping in the frame of the door. To his astonishment, Pierre actually followed.

They both left the café, Bane aiming for the pub from the night before and Pierre to…wherever.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-4-2009 09:42

Joseph Zeo woke up in the strange city by the noise of double deck buses and the occasional horse dawn carriage. Gregory was already up. Since their new residence was relatively empty at the moment, the two men went downstairs to a local café for a simple breakfast of coffee and toast.

In his usual melancholic self, Zeo munched his toast in quiet reflection, thinking back on how Lisette used to force him to eat sumptuous breakfasts. He lit up an after meal cigarette, while Gregory tried his best to cheer Joseph via trivial conversations, to no avail. Zeo was quite capable in social situations, but felt like being himself when he’s with a good friend. Seeing that Joseph was in no mood to talk yet again, Gregory sighed, “Okay, maybe we should get going.”

Zeo thought it’s a good idea, lest they couldn’t find their way and become late. He stubbed out his cigarette, lifted up his tall thin figure and headed south on the street. Very soon the two hit the river Thames, and a little further down after turning left, they reached the headquarter of the New Scotland Yard.

The forty years young red and grey Victorian building spanned across a few blocks, overlooking the ancient river. Gregory led Joseph through the staff entrance in search of their contact officer. The young lad then took the two down the hall. Along the way, Zeo noticed many sharp looking policemen who looked like they meant business. If the New York police department was one tenth of what this looked like, Zeo thought, the streets of New York would not be littered with crime. They settled in a meeting room, where minutes later, two inspectors entered.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-4-2009 09:44

The senior inspector with graying hair greeted the two while the younger officer stood patiently behind him, with a stack of files in his arm. “Welcome, gentlemen. I’m Chief Inspector Coleman. Let us get right down to business.” The old man said in a serious tone. He signaled the younger officer to close the door. “Recently the underbelly of our city is being plagued by ‘foreigners’ from abroad. The affect of the economic down turn in America is spreading far and wide.”

The younger officer took out two photographs and placed it on the table. One of them was a blurry picture of a middle age man with spectacles coming out from his car, the other one was of a beautiful lady with heavy eye make up. Coleman continued, “They belong to a large criminal fraction from your hometown. All we know at the moment is the code name ‘Stinger’. We’re not even sure if that’s the name of the man or the woman, or of their operation. Does the name or the faces ring a bell?”

Zeo took up the photograph of the man and looked closely. “This is Edvard Bergen, a known go-to person in the kidnapping and ‘cleaning’ business in New York.” What was he doing in London?

“Good, finally, someone who knows something. Mr….Zeo? Right.” The old man continued, “We believe this group is behind a number of deaths in this country in the past month. Just last night in a train coming from Maidenhead, a man of Arabic origin was killed with a meat hook.”

“A meat hook?” Gregory exclaimed.

“No eye witness.” The chief inspector shook his head. “Either that he was the man they need to ‘clean up’, or that he happened to be in the way between them and their real target.”

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-4-2009 09:49

Zeo’s brain was churning away, trying to piece things together, he finally said, “Bergen and his minion is basically up for hire by any one with the right connection and enough gold. Someone in London might have shipped them over to do their dirty work for them.”

Chief inspector Coleman considered the information for a moment. “Mr. Zeo and Mr. Morgan, we need your assistance to rid of Bergen’s group as well as finding out who’s their client.” Coleman nodded towards the young officer, “Inspector Parr here is assigned to work with you, and is leading this investigation. Please note that you are only hired as consultant for these American criminal related cases; in no way should you assume the role of a police officer. However, Inspector Parr would provide you with the help you require.”

Inspector Parr shook both their hands and nodded, “Call me Leopold, if you will.” The old man let them to go through the details on their own. The younger officer seemed a bit relieved as Coleman left the room. “Mr. Zeo and Mr. Morgan-“

“Call me Gregory, and this is Joseph.”

Inspector Parr nodded. “Our patrol observed strange activities by the dock of late. They mentioned rough characters in American accents. Perhaps they are related to Bergen’s group. I suggest that we visit the area in the afternoon.”

Zeo had doubt about the connection, knowing Bergen’s style of working. However, it would be impolite to shot down their new partner’s first suggestion, and he needed to learn more about the city anyhow, so he nodded.

“Wonderful,” Parr said, “Before we go, why don’t we have some lunch? My treat, for welcoming you two to our great country.” Gregory was delighted, Joseph thought that perhaps this city was not as cold as it seemed.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-4-2009 12:06

At the cafe', Clift and Violet stared at one another. Holding her composure, as always, Violet smiled, and said, "Clift...How....very nice to see you"

Clift didn't return the smile, as Cody kept tugging on his Dad's coat.

Makensie grabbed Cody's hand gently and pulled him to her side, saying quietly, "Not now, little man, Daddy's in a discussion"

He let out a disapproving squeel, as Makensie looked at him with serious eyes, that were saying, 'That would be enough' He may be only two years old, but, he catches on quickly for his age, and knows his Mother's looks, so he quickly straightened up. My Mom always told me that if you can get a child to behave with just a look in the eye, then that means you are a good, but fair,disciplinarian.

Looking back to Clift and Violet, she watches them, feeling a bit nervous herself.

Violet looks over Clift's shoulder, and says to Makensie, "Hello Mak!"

"Hi Violet", Makensie said, in return, then mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry'

She smiled, letting her know that it was ok, and not her fault.

Clift turns to Makensie, as she returned the stare, then said to both, "I will just go order me a cup of coffee, and something for Cody. I'm sure you two need private time right now"

"Makensie, you can stay. Anything that is said, can be said in front of you", Violet said.

Smiling, she said, "I do appreciate that, but, I just think it would be best if I step away right now"

She looked at Clift, raised her chin a bit, then took Cody by the hand and walked toward another table.

"We won't be long, Makensie, so, just wait for me, please! We will head to my home, get you settled, then do some catch up, while our children play"

"Ofcourse", Makensie said, in response, as she could feel Clift watching her.

She walked to an empty table, sat down, and ordered herself a coffee, and Cody a glass of orange juice.

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-5-2009 12:29

Clift kept quiet long enough for Makensie and Cody to be seated at table on the far end of the restaurant. He waited for Violet to break the silence but she maintained her smile and grip on Isabella’s left hand as the young girl tried to make her way over to where Makensie and Cody were.

Clift decided to break the silence himself. “What is this?” His tone was surprisingly mild. “Bane? With my two daughters? Carrying one? And the other I have no knowledge of, yet Mak and Bane do?”

Violet’s smile vanished -it was just too tiring to maintain at times. Nevertheless, she maintained a very pleasant disposition. “This is Isabella…” She said pulling her most daring child into her lap. “Isabella, this is your father.”

“Mon père?” Isabella spoke in wonder.

“Yes, I know I have seen the pictures. Why don’t you introduce me to the child you decided was not mine?” Clift was starting to seem visibly upset.

Miss Parr decided not to entertain his mood. “… and this is Victoria, the apple of my eye. Victoria this is your father.”

Victoria looked to her mother, but Miss Parr’s mind was too occupied to approve any interaction. Clift took a step forward and reached to Victoria, who shrunk into her mother’s purple dress folds. Violet sighed. “Clift, please have a seat and give the girls some time.”

Clift spoke dryly as he sat opposite Violet and her girls. “I think you already gave them all the time in the world leaving me all alone and isolated from my own flesh and blood.”

“It is not loneliness I sense in your tone Clift Garrett… Guilt, regret perhaps, but not loneliness…” Violet pursed her lips. Isabella looked to her mother’s facial expressions and mimicked them in defiance. “C’est impossible!”

Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-5-2009 12:33

Clift gave his daughter a very confused look. “And how come Isabella speaks no English? Didn’t you raise her?”

Violet mouth opened in shock. “…in France!”

“Aren’t you English? Can’t you speak enough English for your children to learn it?!”

“You try living in Paris for a couple of years on English, Clift. Let me know how that works out for you.” Violet felt the conversation being lost from her. “The nerve you have…”

“The nerve I have?”

“Walking into my life after two years demanding all your paternal rights.” Violet shook her head. “You made no attempt of reaching out, Clift. I know I am hard to track but you are a detective! Also, from what Makensie tells me, you were not that available with Cody James till after his birth… till after you physically met him actually.”

Violet suddenly realised that her daughters were there listening to all this. “Isabella, take your sister to your Auntie Mak and Cody over there.”

“Oui maman.” Isabella got off the chair, took a hold of Victoria’s hand and led her over to where Makensie sat. Violet’s eyes followed the two over to Makensie’s table.

“They are very beautiful though,” Clift spoke in a change of pace.

Violet smiled. “Clift, I do not want to blame you or anyone or thing for whatever happened. Whatever that is… I would be very much obliged if you refrain from blaming me either. I was nearly killed on that ship for someone's fear that my child is a boy. I had to protect my children. When they came, two at once, I was overwhelmed… physically, emotionally, financially… I could not work, the agency clerk at the Sirens sent me word that you resigned and started to freelance. All I could do was live for them and I felt that remaining in France was the best idea for us all. I knew your heart was always for and with Mak. I felt that perhaps if I vanished from everyone’s lives, everyone would be safer and the craziness would all go away.”

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