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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-7-2009 06:32

*a little earlier before the group of four had gathered - docks area*

Joey posed a slight mocking smile upon noticing the two uniforms standing beside his ferry. ‘I bet they could stuff a full load of lunch up in those helmets…hehehe’

He came off the boat and onto the small pier, studying their appearance. ‘Strange pair of Bobbies, these two…’

A short one was standing somehow in the front. He was a bit past middle age, had a clean face, a nose strongly aiming to pierce his upper lip and a pair of small mean eyes. The bottom of his annoying mug was fully covered by the largest smile ever, showing a straight row of teeth in a…wide variety of colors. His whole figure left Bane the impression of someone who’s just planning a nasty trick on him.

The other one was large man, way past the limits of obesity. Chinless, his whole face was covered by a pair of hairy eyebrows and one of the largest and thickest mustaches ever. He stood a bit behind the small one, holding his police cane in both hands, hitting its head regularly in on one of his palms. He didn’t seem to be in a good mood.

“What’s the trouble, officers?” asked Bane continuing to smile. Not only he found the couple in front of him funny, but he also didn’t have much respect for the police and even less for street cops.

“My name is officer Bristow” started the small one, then tilted his head to the other one…”and this here is officer Briggs. We’re just running a routine check, Mr…?”

“Bristow and Briggs, huh?” repeated Bane mockingly. “What are you checking for?”

“Of-fi-cers…Bristow and Brigs, Sir!” the man corrected him. “We will need you to identify yourself, if it is not too much trouble.”

“Joseph Bane. Now…’of-fi-cers’, is there something in particular that I could do for you? I’m kinda in a hurry over here.” Joey could see the large man squeezing his lips, a sign he was already starting to lose his temper about his attitude.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-7-2009 06:33

“American, Mr. Bane?” continued the short one. “We have a lot of Americans here lately…also a higher wave of crime coming along with them over the ocean, I might add.”

“Is there a question mark in what you just said, of-fi-cer?”

The large man was already growling in fury. Bane could see the air mixed with saliva coming out through his mustache. The small one smiled ahead though.

“We’re just trying to have a record of all…new people who arrive in our city. May I ask what your purpose is for being in London, Mr. Bane?”


“Strange accommodation for a tourist, I would say. This is not really the best area in the city.”

“Well…I’m a tourist with a poor cash flow lately. Now…is there anything else you’d like to inquire, of-fi-cer? I’m still in a hurry, you know…”

“I see. And may I ask where are you headed in such a hurry, Mr. Bane?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

At that point the large policeman cracked. He took a step ahead towards Bane, spitting through his teeth. “Lem’me han’le d’is sma’tass!”

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, OFFICER!” a strong yet calm voice came from somewhere behind the cops. The large man stopped in his tracks, turned around and upon leaning his eyes on the man who had spoken, he saluted, raising his cane to his cap. The small one also saluted and stepped aside to allow the new man to come forward. He was a tall young man, with somehow thin face features, wearing also a police suit, showing the rank of inspector. No cap on his head. He seemed to be accompanied by two civilians. One of them, also tall and thin, came forward besides the inspector.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-7-2009 06:34

“What the hell is this?” started Bane half mockingly, half annoyed. “Police prom or something?”

“I noticed there was a little…altercation on its way to begin between you and these two representatives of the law, Mr…”

“Bane. Yeah…these two hounds of yours were just about to ‘enforce’ some inquiring down my throat. I haven’t done anything, so please remove your watch dogs and be out of my way.”

The man eyed the two cops who were now silent and then continued in a calm and elegant manner. “I do apologize, Mr. Bane, if our methods have provoked you any distress. I notice by your accent that you are an American citizen. We are indeed running routine checks on all new guests in our city, in order to ensure…their safety. Allow me to introduce myself. I am inspector Pa…”

“Who the hell cares what your name is?” replied Joey somehow exhausted and anxious to be on his way to deliver the letter. “Now…I see that I’m not gonna be able to see about my business without finishing with you first, so ask your questions.”

“As you wish, Mr. Bane…” the man concluded. “Let’s begin then. This will not take too much of your seemingly precious time, I ensure you.”

“I’m listening.” At this, the second civilian, who had remained in the back, took out a pencil and notebook and got ready to take notes. The inspector then started his questioning.

“When did you arrive into town, more precisely?”

“Yesterday night.”




“I don’t know…some small town with a long name.” Bane tried to avoid being placed anywhere near the murder, just in case.

“Maidenhead…maybe?” the inspector tried to refresh his memory.

“Maybe…I have a bad memory about names, you see.”

“Your purpose here in London?”

“Sightseeing and admiring your fog. I’m a tourist.”

“I see. How long will you be staying with us?”

“Don’t know. Don’t seem to be too welcome here.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-7-2009 06:35

“Do you intend to…maintain your current accommodation, Mr. Bane?”

“I guess. The price is good here.”

“I think that will be all, Mr. Bane. By the way…what happened to your face?” asked the inspector noticing the cuts and bruises from the accident.

“Cut myself shaving…” replied Bane, then added only for himself…”hmmm…not a very inspired answer…”

“I see shaving can be quite dangerous to you, Mr. Bane. Maybe you should refrain from this activity in the future” the inspector mocked him with a slight smile. Bane didn’t answer, but just gazed him annoyed.

Just as the inspector was about to make his exit, he noticed the newspaper thrown away somewhere on the floor. He stopped and decided to continue.

“I see you are aware of the murder that happened last night at…the train station. You did say you came here by train, didn’t you?”


“Did you notice anything suspicious at the time of your arrival?”

“No. Funny ey? That kind of murder would’ve made a lot of noise. They say no one heard anything. Those meat hooks can inflict quite a lot of pain on a man.”

At this both the inspector’s and the civilian’s next to him faces glanced. They eyed each other, yet in an instant they both recomposed their faces back to normal.

“Indeed, Mr. Bane. Very curious” the inspector concluded. “Now, I believe we have taken far too much of your time with our questions. I thank you for your understanding and I apologize again for any distress our actions might have caused you. Good day to you, Mr. Bane!”

“Yeah, yeah…” mumbled Bane, making himself room to pass through the group and leaving in a hurry. ‘Strange acting’…he thought…’like I said something wrong. Hmmm…’

Just before turning a corner that would’ve put him out of the cops’ sight, he took one more look behind. He noticed the inspector talking to the two Bobbies with his eyes pointed at him. He didn’t bother with it though, as he figured he should hurry in order to catch anyone at ‘The Sirens’.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-7-2009 06:36

Bane reached Violet’s agency headquarters in about half an hour and gave a kid a few coins to deliver the letter inside. Before handing it to him, Joey wrote three more words on the envelope: ‘Highly important. Open.’

He then left back aiming his ferry, in order to prepare for the late night job. All the way up to the docks he couldn’t help himself feeling like someone is watching him.

“Well…I guess a couple of shots will put my mind at ease…” mumbled him, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a seat into an armchair on the deck, watching the sunset.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-7-2009 12:39

“I apologize if I step out of line for saying this, but are you sure officers Bristow and Briggs will be able to handle this Bane?’ Zeo probed with caution.

“They’re only watch dogs, and will inform us of any activities out of the ordinary.” Leopold said while they for the Headquarter at the Victoria Embankment. “Besides, Bane did slip about the meat hook… he can’t be too crafty if he didn’t notice it.” True.

Zeo knew the authorities had withheld some information from the press, but he was surprised that the bait was taken this quickly and easily. A bit too easily.

Bane seemed like muscle. His built, his lack of patience, his ‘shaving accident’… Could he be one of Bergen’s executioners? If he was, however, Bergen wouldn’t let him out of his sight, and would definitely have trained his tongue better. Zeo knew how Bergen ran his business; he liked to be in control. No, Zeo concluded that Bane was not directly related to Bergen. This Bane was an enigma in the entire equation.

As Zeo had expected, their trip to the dock bought them no closer to Bergen’s operation. The sun was about to set-- the magic hour when people tend to relax a bit and let loose their tongues.

“Inspector Parr, this afternoon has been quite informative on the criminal presence in the area. With Bergen, I find that I may need to venture further. May I suggest that Gregory and I visit some of our American leads and we meet back at the Comedy Store after dark?” Zeo again chose his words carefully. Leopold agreed without being offended.

As a child, Joseph was a free spirit who always spoke his mind. At thirteen, he once commented strongly on the repulsive appearance of the girl next door. The same evening, the poor girl, who was deformed at birth, committed suicide. Upon knowing it, Zeo did not speak another word for months. This strait had attached to Zeo so much that he couldn’t come to break up with Lisette when he knew they weren’t made for each other.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-7-2009 12:42

Then last month Lisette was gunned down by the Brotherhood, but she stayed in his mind ever since.

Gregory and Joseph bid Leopold farewell. Joseph then followed his instinct to some of the posh bars, which Bergen may find tasteful. Gregory chatted with all the right people in each establishment; Joseph truly enjoyed the working relationship and friendship with Gregory, simply because he does all the talking, although some time too much to his liking.

After visiting three bars and as the sun was setting, the two came to a quiet one attached to a hotel in the Fulham district. There was only one customer in the establishment, a sexy lady with full eye makeup. Joseph recognized her as the lady in the photo immediately. He signaled Gregory, and his friend approached the lady as if he was hitting on her. Joseph sat in a secluded corner watching their interaction. The lady was cool and unwilling to open up. Gregory continued to appear friendly.

“Stinger, stop whatever you’re doing, now.” A voice pronounced from the entrance of the bar.

The lady glanced back once and put her glass down defiantly. She stood up and started strolling out. That voice belonged to Bergen, Zeo lowered his hat a bit. Gregory was not very well known even back in New York, so he would be taken just as a tourist trying his luck on girls.

“Edvard, relax! It’s only martini.” Stinger snickered while walking past Bergen.

“You know my rules.” Bergen said, then he lowered his voice, “No drinking before a job.” The two then walked into the hotel lobby.

So, seemed like there would be action tonight.

After Zeo saw the two entered the lift, he turned to Gregory, “Watch them. I’ll inform Leopold at the Comedy Store. With a bit of luck, the joke would be on them tonight.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-7-2009 15:05

*Bane’s boat - about 22:30hr*

“Hey, handsome! How’bout buyin’ a sweet girl like me a drink?”

The woman’s voice startled Bane from his sleep. He raised his hand up to his forehead and pondered a bit looking around, trying to focus his mind. Realizing it was already dark, he quickly took out his pocket watch and turned it towards the small pier’s lamp to read it. “Damn…I have less than half hour” he mumbled.

“Damn, shuga’…I’m supposed to be the one lookin’ at the watch, ya’ know? Come on, buy me a full bottle and you won’t need to worry ‘bout the time. I’ll keep ya’ up till mornin’!”

Bane looked up to her curiously. She was a thin woman, wearing a flashy red dress, a feather boa and no hat. The thick and bright layer of makeup covering her face couldn’t hide either her age a little past youth, or her mostly vulgar features. ‘Well…’ thought Joey…’I guess a prom queen would worth a little more than just a bottle of booze.’

“Shuga’, I ain’t got all night here. If you’re one of those weirdoes that only wanna watch, that’s fine with me, but it’s still gonna cost ya’!”

Bane didn’t have time for this and also he wasn’t really fond of the idea of sharing the same bed with THIS woman. Just as he opened his mouth to shoo her away, his eyes were attracted by a movement behind a big pile of crates. Taking a closer look, it wasn’t hard to discover the large Bobbie from earlier and his little buddy. Apparently they were hiding…well…trying at least and obviously not being very good at it. Bane realized they were watching him.

“Hmmm…I gotta shake these clowns off my tail” he mumbled. “Kinda hard to lose them in a low speed boat on a one stream river though…”

Looking along the river, Bane noticed a larger ferry coming towards him and aiming in the same direction he was interested into. He smiled, got up and walked up to the woman.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-7-2009 15:06

“Finally” she said. “Kinky stuff’s gonna cost ya’ more. Don’t say I didn’t tell ya’!”

“What’s your name, doll?”

“Ya’ can call me Cherry, shuga’.”

“Ok, Cerry…here’s what I want you to do.” He took a couple of shillings out of his pocket. “Take these for starters.”

“Well…now we’re talkin’, shuga’”

“Alright, now turn around. See those two fine policemen over there?”

“Yeah, shuga’. Don’t mind them…they get their cut from everybody ‘round here. They ain’t gonna bother us.”

“Good. Now…I wanna make them a little gift. I want you to get over there and…entertain them for a while. What do you say?”

“Well, shuga’…your money, their fun…I guess. Nice doin’ business with ya’!”

Bane watched her as she was leaving for a couple of seconds and then jumped back on the ferry, aiming straight for the controls. He started the engine and slowly moved away from the pier. With a swift move he turned the ferry around the larger one he had seen and positioned himself on the other side. The cops couldn’t see him now. Just before losing their sight he took a last look at them: they were busy. The woman was doing her job well. He kept the pace with the larger ferry for a while just to make sure and then relaxed.

About 20 minutes later he managed to reach the Cannon Street Railway Bridge and stopped beneath to wait for his…’package’.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Mar-7-2009 23:10

*Central London - about 20:30hr*

Zeo took a look at the red covered map in his hand; he still wasn’t sure if he got off at the right station.

The newcomer decided to take the Underground Railway from the Fulham district, beats walking, he thought. Zeo went down at Parsons Green, went the wrong way a couple of times until he finally reached Charing Cross station. He knew Haymarket House should be somewhere in the Northwest, but when he climbed back up from the underground, the orientation was lost to him. The sky was completely dark by now, the cityscape unfamiliar, and Zeo knew he had to hurry. He regretted not taking the taxicab and wasted precious time.

The street finally opened up and Zeo saw various theatres looming over him, he now only need to find Oxendon Street…

((For your interest, this is the subway map Zeo was reading:

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