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Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-13-2009 04:11

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

The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr:


Clift Garrett
Clift Garrett

Mar-14-2009 04:09

Clift sat on a stone bench in the west side of Hyde Park across from the duck and geese pond with his arm around Makensie's shoulders. Right in front of them was Cody James playing with Isabella.

The two youngsters were chasing the ducks and geese with their tiny steps. Violet had been sending Isabella off with Cody a lot these days, as he seems to be the only one who is able to take Isabella's mind off asking questions about her sister Victoria.

Clift turned to Mak. "This is a lot like what I always wanted. All my children... nearly together..."

"Any news of the investigations Clift?" Mak asked.

"Leopold told me that they believe Victoria and Bane to be in the same place somehow. They disappeared together and are expected to be found together as well."

Mak smiled. "Cody!" She shouted across. "Don't get to close to the water."

"I mean I know London is a large city, but how hard can it be to trace a child and an adult with the unique descriptions of Victoria and Bane? A gruff musculed middle aged boxer with a dark haired, olive skinned child?" Clift was wondering.

Makensie put her hands on his. "You will find them. I know you will. You almost found Barry Grant, the most difficult case of all. I know you will track your daughter down Clift."

Just then Isabella came up to Clift and Mak and said something to them in French. Clift turned his head to Cody who always understood what Isabella wanted. "What does she want Cody?"

"Daddy, she wants to wide on youw shouldews again."

Clift rolled his eyes and turned to Mak. "This girl is just non-stop! And how do you suppose Cody understands her when he doesn't speak french?"

"They are brother and sister Clift." Mak reminded him. "She could be speaking gibberish and he'd understand."

"Okay, come on Isabella. All aboard." Clift put Isabella on his shoulders and started jogging lightly with her, with Cody chasing their tail.

Mak sighed when she spotted someone from far away. Mak shrieked.

Clift Garrett
Clift Garrett

Mar-14-2009 04:22

"Holly Molly! By God!" Mak spoke under her breath. It was none other than Mrs. Patricia Crab. Mrs. Crab had approached Mak still as plump and joyful as ever, dressed entirely in orange. An eye-catcher for anyone who was in Hyde Park that day.

She went straight for Mak and hugged Mak's slender figure into her lush bosom. Mak nearly suffocating pushed Mrs. Crab politely away. "Why, Mrs. Crab..." Mak was trying hard to think of something polite to say. "We haven't met since the ship I believe."

"Yes, we have not." Mrs. Crab sat down next to Mak on the bench gurggling with laughter. "You were pregnant then and you aren't anymore. Where is he? I heard you had a boy."

Mak smiled trying not to say too much. "Yes, Cody James Brewer-Garrett. He is with his father, Clift."

Patricia scanned the pond area and saw Clift Garrett faraway with a little girl and boy. "This must be one of Violet's girls. Isabella?"

"Spot on as always Mrs. Crab. Now if you'll excuse me I have to-"

"I hear that Victoria, the other child is missing. Is that true?" Patricia Crab persisted.

"Well, I can't really..."

"It's all over town Mrs. Brewer, you must know. But you know what they say... They say that the two girls are not twins really. Not the same father. Violet Parr may appear to be prim and proper, but the truth be told, I have never met a woman more at ease with her sexuality."

"Mrs. Crab, please watch your tongue!" This was all too much for Mak. She would not allow anyone to bad mouth her dear friend. "Violet is my friend and I won't have you talk like this of her!"

"I am only repeating what I heard." Mrs. Crab acted offended, then she quickly went on. "They say that Miss Parr had one of the girls first, and kept her with a trusted friend, she pregnant with the second child on the ship and then when she delivered her she decided to take on motherhood after all! This explains why one of the girls went missing doesn't it now?"

Clift Garrett
Clift Garrett

Mar-14-2009 04:29

Mak made up her mind quickly not to continue the conversation.

"Good day Mrs. Crab!" Mak said.

As she turned she heard Mrs. Crab shout from behind her. "I take Clift it still hasn't proposed to you has he?"

Makensie turned with a shocked expression.

Before she could speak Clift appeared from behind her with a thunderous look on his face. "I wouldn't insult my family if I were you, Crab!"

Mrs. Crab braced herself as Clift went on. "Mak and I may not be married, bu we are still family. Cody is my son, and most beloved favoured child."

"But you chose to marry Violet Parr." Mrs. Crab reminded him.

"We're going to annul the marriage... We have already applied for the annulment. "

Makensie turned with shock to Clift. "You have?"

"Yes dear," He whispered, "Just didn't want to alarm anyone before the application went through."

"Well that's interesting news." Mrs. Crab's eyes illuminated.

"... And enough news for you for today!" Clift held Mak's hand and picked Isabella with the other arm.

They started walking away with Cody holding his mother's other free hand.

On their way out of Hyde Park, Mak wondered whether she should tell Clift about what she had heard from Patricia Crab about his two daughters.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-14-2009 10:35

As they walked on, Makensie was in deep thought. Cody was talking on and on, more to himself than anyone, and kicking little stones that were on the sidewalk, as he held her hand.

Clift, with Isabella in his one arm, and holding Makensie's hand with the other, nudged her a bit, and said, "Is something bothering you, Mak? You seen very far away"

She came out of her thoughts, looked at Clift, saying, "I think there is something I have to tell.....Violet, when we get back"

Actually, she had nothing to tell Violet, not anything of importance anyway. She originally started to tell Clift about Violet's very important secret that she was keeping from him, but, on last minute, she decided not to. Violet was her good friend, and even though Makensie didn't agree with her keeping something like this from Clift, she also realized that it wasn't her place to say a word.

Clift had stopped walking now, and looked at her. He put Isabella down, and told her and Cody to go over in the grass and play for a bit.

They ran off screaming and laughing, chasing each other.

Taking his attention away from them, and back to Makensie, he grabbed her hands, and said, "I know you better than what you think, Makensie Brewer. Now, tell me, what were you REALLY going to say?"

Not liking to be in this position, and wishing she would've kept her big mouth shut, she looked away from Clift, and sighed.

"I didn't mean anything by it, Clift really", she said.

Clift frowns, and said, "By what?"

She took her hands from his, and said, with impatience, "Look, just forget I said anything. It is between Violet and I right now, and that's all you need to know"

"I don't believe that either , but, as you wish. I will drop it. For NOW", he said, walking over to his children.

She knows he will be very upset with her, when he knows that she knew about Victoria, but, that was the chance she had to take. She couldn't betray Violet. *MORE*

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-14-2009 10:47

It wasn't her place to tell him or.....was it? She didn't know.

Makensie did know she was going to talk to Violet, and tell her that the right thing to do, is to tell Clift that Victoria isn't his.

She walked up to Clift, Cody and Isabella, and smiled, as they climbed all over him in the grass.

He looked at her, with a small smile, then laughed at his children when they started giggling, and trying to climb on his back.

As crazy, and stressful her life was sometimes, due to her choice of work, and her personal life, it was HER life,nonetheless, and she truly loved it.

Thinking it was a good time to talk to Violet, while Clift was with his kids, she looked at the time , then said, "Clift, can you watch them for awhile?"

"Sure..ummm...where are you going? I thought this was a day for just us, and the children?", Clift said.

Makensie smiled softly, and said, "I know, dear, but, I forgot a last minute errand I have to make. It won't take me long. I will be back in a jif, I promise"

"Go do what you have to do. I will be here with these little monsters", he said, grabbing for his kids as if he were a monster, and making them squeel in laughter.

Makensie laughed, kissed Cody on the forehead, then looked at Clift.

"What the hell", she said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Clift grabbed her hand, and said, "Hurry back"

She nods, then walks off, as Clift watches her walk off, wondering what it was she had to do.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at me!", Cody said, as Clift's attention was drawn back to him, and he chased his kids around the grass, laughing.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-14-2009 16:30

*a glimpse back to the disappearance night*

Upon wandering a few hours aimlessly through the city, the trio of the man calling himself Michael McCabe, his supposed daughter and their dog ended up right in front of the Victoria Train Station.

Looking up to the sky the fellow realized they must be only about one hour away from dawn. Since he had no recollection of what happened and something made him feel he shouldn’t walk around through the streets in broad daylight, he figured it may be a good idea to try and find some kind of a place to hide. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ID that he had found earlier: ’38 Edward Street, Brighton’ it wrote. He realized then that he also had no clue about where he was.

He stepped inside station and upon a short conversation with the tickets clerk, he found out that they were in London, England and Brighton was a small town by the English Channel. Apparently it was not far and he could reach there by train.

Considering his options, the man decided that his address may be a good place to begin the search about his…identity. He started looking through his clothes hoping to find enough cash for tickets. Unfortunately he had none…besides a couple of shillings left somewhere on the bottom of his pants pocket.

Looking around searching thoroughly for an idea, he noticed a small pub across the street. Some truckers parked in front of it and went inside.

“Well now…” he mumbled “…maybe there is some cheaper way of travelling around here.” He grabbed the little girl’s hand and both headed towards the restaurant.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-14-2009 16:31

Upon entering through the door, the man headed towards a table in the back. He lifted the girl up into a chair and left her in the company of the dog. She started playing with some napkins, not showing to be bothered by any of the scenery around her or by the situation.

Although the man was not able to find in himself any kind of feelings towards her, the naturalness she was showing had led him to somehow believe she might’ve been indeed his daughter.

He then headed towards the truckers in order to ask for directions and maybe catch a ride with them, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he noticed the bartender making him a short sign. Curiously, he headed for the bar.

“So, how did it go?” asked him the tender.

The man understood fast that the bartender knew him, but he felt it wouldn’t be safe to let him know about his current…condition. So he decided to play a bluff…or at least attempt to.

“Went well…” he replied thus.

“Where’s Jack?”

“Don’t know…he must be on his way” he answered and then added just for himself “…I guess.”

“Good!” said the tender. “He owes me some cash for introducing him to Bergen.” He then looked over at the table and pointed a finger to the little girl. “What’s with the brat, though?”


“Your daughter, mate!?!” came the bartender’s startled voice. “You didn’t have no daughter yesterday when you dropped in…” He visibly became suspicious. “Where did you say Jack was?”

The man became aware of the bartender’s change of tone, so he tried a quick cover up on his mistake…whatever it may have been.

“I told you…on his way. He’s got some things to patch up from last night. He’s bringing money too, and in the meantime…” he leaned over the counter and whispered“…I’m passing this kid here as my daughter, get it?” He winked. The tender didn’t seem though to relax.

Considering his attitude, the man decided that it will be safer to leave the joint. In this regard he tried to buy himself some time.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-14-2009 16:32

“Say…mate, could you prepare something for the child? I think she needs to eat. Just…a couple of sandwiches will do.”

The tender nodded in acceptance, still eyeing them from under his eyebrows, and then he disappeared in the back.

The man quickly grabbed up a peanuts bowl and dropped them all into one of his pockets, then headed over to his table, picked up the little girl and exited the front door in a rush. He tried to move away as fast as possible, noticing a few shadows coming out from somewhere in the back side of the place.

Upon taking a few steps down the street, he turned a corner heading through an alley that brought him and the little girl right in the middle of what seemed to be the train depot. Noticing someone was still following, they started running slowly, ducking, between the trains. Suddenly the man’s ears were startled by the sound of a shouted voice:


He looked over to where the voice came from and noticed he was just a track away from the train’s storage wagons.

“Well now…” he mumbled “…I guess we’ll travel by railroad after all.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-14-2009 16:34

Just as they were about to cross the tracks towards the Brighton train, a steps sound alerted them. Someone was walking on the other side of the train car in front of them.

The man pulled back the little girl and had her duck behind some crates, putting a finger over his lips to mime the silence. She smiled at him and slowly murmured: “hide and seek…”

“That’s right, kid…hide and seek” he answered. “You wait right here and don’t make a sound. I’ll be right back. You keep the dog with you, ok?”

She nodded, giggled and then put a hand over her mouth. The dog lay down in front of her.

The man picked up a wooden board that was just laying there and a rock. He headed back to his initial place and stepped ahead ducking between the train cars.

He quickly picked into the space between the trains and noticed a goon still approaching. He looked as if he was searching for something…or better said, for someone. He also showed he didn’t have…constructive thoughts, as he was holding in his hand a baseball bat.

The man…let’s call him Mike for now…pulled back into his hiding place and threw the rock into the opposite direction. The goon was startled by the sound and started running towards where it came from. Just as he reached close to the car’s end, Mike jumped out and applied him a strong hit with the wooden board right in the face. The goon fell down unconscious right away.

Mike dragged his fainted body out of sight and then signaled the little girl to come. They quickly got up in the storage wagon and then he sled the door behind them.

In a few minutes the train was in motion. By this time the sun was already rising.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-14-2009 16:35

*another step back, a couple of hours before the morning edition, Scotland Yard, Commissioner’s office*

“Inspector Parr, I do understand this disappearance case is of personal interest to you and that your sister and her friends are…” short disproving grimace “…private detectives, but I am sure you know we do not appreciate any interference in our work from outsiders and most important, we do not tolerate it.”

Leopold Parr was standing straight in a respectful position towards the rank of the man speaking to him. The chief inspector was also standing beside him, posing into a similar posture. They were both listening to the commissioner.

He raised his eyes at them from behind his desk, looking satisfied by the fact that he was not interrupted. He leaned back in his chair, brushed swiftly his mustache and then continued:

“Now, Chief Inspector Coleman over here”…points his pipe towards him…”has told me great deal of good things about you. He thus convinced me to let you work on this case.”

He stopped here waiting for a reaction. Leopold’s face was frozen, but he made a slight gesture of throwing a quick look towards the Chief Inspector, who then started talking:

“We do appreciate your decision, Sir and also we ensure you that any action we will take in regard of this case will not affect the interests and methods of the Scotland Yard. We do however need to ask you one more favor…”

“I’m listening” replied fast the Commissioner, visibly flattered by the obvious importance he was given.

The Chief Inspector nodded short towards Leopold who then started speaking:

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