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Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Oct-24-2009 18:47

October 24, 1938- Heimlich VonVIctor felt a chill run down his spine. Autumn always had that effect on him. He looked up at the multitude of colors adorning the trees and placed his hands in his coat pockets. The pungent aroma in the air told him that, somewhere, leaves were being burnt. He took a deep breath and looked down, to the place he had visited as many times as he could in the past two years. The cold hard stone hadn’t changed a bit, and never would. It would always be a testament to the man resting under it.

FEBRUARY 10, 1892-
JUNE 15, 1936
“Justice for all. Above all else.”

He took a deep sigh. He never left anything behind, nor did he suspect that Richard would want anything left for him. He leaned down and placed his hand on the stone, “I’m doing alright Richard. Eric and I started up another agency. We’re doing it right this time, and Sergei is getting better at English every day. He’s even solving cases now; you wouldn’t believe how well he’s doing.”

“Excuse me, detective VonVictor?” a voice called behind him

Heim whirled around to find himself face to face with a young uniformed officer, “What do you want?” he demanded, “Can’t you see I’m in a cemetery?”

“Yes sir,” he responded, “and I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but I’ve been asked to fetch you right away, it’s a matter of life and death!”

Heimlich let out a sigh, and leaned down to touch the stone again, “It never ends Richard, it never ends. I have to go now, but I’ll be back real soon.”


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Oct-28-2009 16:15

Something didn't seem right to Marc after Heimlich left. He pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was getting late. So he announced to everyone that he should get going and he left after saying good bye to everyone.

He made his way back to his appartment and took a shower. After cleaning up, he went into his study where he often felt safe and secure. He knew something was troubling his old friend Heimlich. But what was it?

He didn't know. Marc reached into his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured a about three fingers and downed it. The alcohol burned his throat as it was swallowed.

Marc fell asleep. It was the best sleep he had in a long time. Then he was awoken by a knock on his door.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-2-2009 10:50

Molly sailed away unseen from Le Petit Jardin, a small smirk on her face. She had slipped away from Vulkie's party after securing some names she needed to know from casual conversation. Then she had instructed Pierce, the new "butler" (he was really a bodyguard) she had hired to get ahold of Mr. Joe Derringer and arrange a meeting. Molly was fond of Pierce, he was very intelligent and seemed to like her well enough. He was also quite the expert gunman, and as Molly had learned when she encountered Billings and the entire organization behind him, she needed a trusted friend and a true shot at her back.

Accordingly, she had placed a note inside an envelope, which read "Heimlich Von Victor, Albert Von Victor. Find me all pertinent information connecting them, it'll be an extra $100 if you keep this all extremely hush-hush."

Joe Derringer was harmless, she had thought to herself as she had stealthily walked in and deposited the envelope, her favorite perfume scenting the air as she slipped away. He had a reputation for knowing people, and he had no connection to her whatsoever. He could find her the information, and Molly could assess if it was a good idea for her to intercede without anyone being the wiser.

"Come on, Pierce. Would you refuse a sandwich? Its a lovely afternoon; I have the perfect cafe in mind." she asked, and he smiled at her before his dark eyes slid seamlessly over the street, doors and windows. Molly smiled and led the way, confident at this new addition.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Nov-18-2009 20:04

((sorry ahead of time on the long post. need to get myself back into the current story))

Zeo spent another evening staring at an empty warehouse, missing Vulkie's birthday party, and wondered when this would all end. Trapped in their nondescript stake out van, he cursed his director loudly, seeing that his other two partners Stein and Greenberg were asleep and couldn't hear him. Everyone knew that this stake out was a joke, and was taking it lightly.

Zeo's thoughts drifted to Josèe, whom he just discovered was his daughter the day before Hoover assigned him to this case-- A daughter, by his deceased girlfriend Lizette, who was also Anais' sister. How dare the women to hide the fact from him all these years? Zeo never wanted a child, given he never had a good childhood himself. Nevertheless, Josèe was real, and he just had to live with the fact that he was now a father.

The stake out was the perfect excuse for Zeo to not face his little girl, but the more he was apart from her, the more he wanted to get to know her. Already, he knew that Josèe took after her mother and aunt in terms of character"all three ladies could TALK, non-stop. What else? Was she as curious as he was as a child? What did she like to eat? Did she like sports? Zeo would love to take Josèe out to a Yankees game. As a little boy his only wish was to have his father take him to a baseball match; of course it never materialized. Zeo didn't want the same regret for his daughter. May he could take her to see the Yankees. Perhaps with the strong line up this year, the Yank would finally have their big break…

Suddenly there was a dim blue glow in one of the warehouse window. Zeo rubbed his eyes and looked again. "Wake up!" Zeo hissed. Stein and Greenberg stirred.

"Is it morning already?" Greenberg replied lazily.

"No, look!" Zeo pointed at the warehouse window, but the blue glow was already gone. "I was certain there was a light over there a moment ago. A blue one." Stein laughed.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Nov-18-2009 20:06

"Zeo, you're staring at the warehouse for too long. We all know Hoover's got the wrong source this time…" the agent trailed off and starred at the warehouse dumbly. Zeo could see an orange glow reflected off Stein's face. He turned around to look at the building, only to see it lighting up in flames.

The agents got out of the van. The warehouse was burning bright, but they saw no one coming out of it. Something was wrong. Warehouses just don't burn by themselves… but who set it on fire? For days they had surveyed the surroundings, and no one had ever come in or out of the building…

Zeo ran for the entrance.

"Joseph, what the heck you think you're doing? It's a burning building for crying out loud!" Stein yelled. Zeo ignored him, kicked open the door and entered.

In the orange glow, Zeo could see that the warehouse in fact wasn't empty as it appeared from the outside. There were furniture away from the view of the windows, and empty crates lying all over the place as if someone had cleared it out in a hurry. The fire was gobbling up the wooden boxes like a starving wrestler. Zeo didn't have much time.

The flames were hissing loudly as he ran around the stairways and found a half closed door. He opened it. Yes, a passage leading DOWN. What if it was a mere basement and led nowhere? He would be trapped in this building for good and probably burn to death. Josèe's face suddenly appeared in his mind, but he tried to wipe it out. Before he knew it, Zeo was striding down the steps two at a time. He didn't even have time to call himself crazy.

The dimly lit hallway stretched on for over 30 yards. The sound of the burning building above was getting dimmer by each stride. Zeo knew that he had hit the jackpot. No wonder why there had seen no activities outside the warehouse. The crooks had been using this passageway to get in and out of their lair. Zeo ran on, wondering where this passage would lead him…

He took a turn and suddenly heard a gunshot;

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Nov-18-2009 20:12

Zeo felt a sharp pain in his left arm. A man carrying a case was holding a smoking gun in his hand. Before his adversary could fire again Zeo took out his revolver and fired. The gunner took a hit and fell down. Zeo careful walked over and kicked the dead man's gun away, his own arm dripping with blood. He opened the case to find a gemstone glowing blue in the dim light. Zeo realized it must be what he saw at the warehouse window just moments ago. As he reached for the gem, suddenly everything went black.

"Zeo are you alright?" Zeo opened his eyes with an aching head. He saw Stein by his side, the dead crook he killed on the floor, but the case with gemstone was gone. "We finally decided to go in after you, and followed the sound of the gunshots." Stein helped Zeo get up from the ground. "Good that we did, because when we first saw you, a man was aiming a gun at your unconscious body."

Greenberg returned from the other end of the passage, breathless "I lost him. The passage leads to the woods. The crook had a car readied there and drove away."

Zeo rubbed the back of his head. "Did you see the blue gem?"

"What blue gem?" Greenberg questioned.

"I think the man was carrying a case with him when he got away." Stein remarked.

The passageway was too dim to pick out the crook's faces, but at least they discovered the passageway in time and Zeo killed one.

The agents send Zeo to the hospital to treat his gunshot wound, but he left as soon as the doctor took out the bullet and wrapped his arm up. Zeo couldn't sleep much, and it was daybreak before he knew it.

Now that he was a free man again, there was only one place he wished to go. By mid morning, he was knocking on Anais' door. It took her a while to open it, and she sure looked cautious. Zeo was glad about it, knowing that Josèe was with the best guardian around.

"What in the world are you doing here?!" Anais said as she pulled Zeo inside.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Nov-18-2009 20:13

"What? No hello?" Joseph remarked, fringing cheerfulness, but feeling a bit sour inside that Anais looked surprise to see him. Was she not happy that he's visiting?

Immediately Anais turned with a grin and Zeo felt relieved. "Of course you get a hello. Hello! I just wasn't expecting you!" and with that, she gave her friend a big hug. Zeo tried not to wince with the pain in his left arm. He didn't want Anais to find out about his gunshot wound.

"I just though, um, maybe I can see, um Jos…" before he could finish his sentence the little girl leaped out from her bedroom and was hugging daddy.

"Josèe! Aren't you supposed to be hiding in your bedroom?"

"But I know it's daddy, and know everything is alright when he's around." Josèe replied. Zeo felt warm all over.

"Um, I can't stay for long, I must report back to the bureau soon, but um, so, Josèe, please to meet you again." Zeo stuttered. Anais smiled, seeing how awkward Zeo was around children. Anais knew Zeo long enough to know that he was not good with any small object that moves. That includes babies and pets. She still wondered why Zeo had a cat which he only feed and never interact with.

"We are going to see Uncle Heimie today!" Josèe said.

"Oh. That's nice. I want to see him too. He might know something about the organized artifacts thief operation…" Zeo remarked. Anais gave him a disapproving look. Before long, he found out why.

"Thief operation? Wow, that sounds exciting! Can you take me with you daddy? Please! Please?"

"Of course not, darling. Daddy's work is dangerous. Now why don't we get you another cherry flavoured lollipop?" Anais said, trying to sidetrack Josèe. The girl was not 4 anymore, and Anais had a difficult time to get Josèe off the topic. This bought Zeo another angry stare from Anais.

((A small remark to Anais: the day JZ visit you is Oct 26 due my need to miss Vulkie's birthday and the additional time push by other players. I hope you don't mind))

Eric Marvington
Eric Marvington

Nov-24-2009 15:59

"Eric Marvington?!" The bartender shouted, "Do I have an Eric Marvington here?"

Eric picked his head up off the bar and looked up at the man holding the phone in front of him. He looked at his own haggard appearance in the mirror behind the bar. He was unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was in complete disarray.

"Yeah," he said as he raised his hand, "me, I'm Eric Marvington."

"Psh!" the bartender said, "Dat figures. I hung up onna broad twice already cause I figgered she wuhz pullin' some jive on me. Tolder nobody in here's gonna have a secertery."

Eric reached out and took the phone. "Hello? Who is this?" Eric asked groggily.

"Eric?" the voice on the other end came through, "Oh thank God! I've been searching all over town for you! There's a call for you back at the office. Graham Barnes has been arrested and he wants the agency to investigate the crime!"

"Bernice? I don't care." Eric replied, "I'm not working now and I hate Graham Barnes." He handed the phone back to the bartender, who hung it up.

"Give me two of whatever he's having." said a woman's voice to his right.

Eric turned to find a young woman smiling at him. She was perhaps 30, maybe more, or maybe less. Long silky black hair, a slightly tan complexion, and a set of hazel eyes that he found himself absolutely lost in.

He managed to break himself out of his trance. "Forget it hun," he said to her, "you don't want to get mixed up with me. I'm more trouble than I'm worth."

The woman laughed, "It's a drink, not an offer to bear your children. Serena, Serena Edwards. I'm a professor of archaeology from the University of Oxford." she said as she extended her hand towards Eric."

Eric laughed and reached out his hand to meet hers, "Eric Marvington. I'm a private investigator who has been living in his office. Trust me honey, I have more issues than you could hope to work through with a gin and tonic."

Eric Marvington
Eric Marvington

Nov-24-2009 16:17

Serena stared at him with a smile of intrigue on her face. "Well tell me, Mr. Eric Marvington, why are you living in your office?"

Eric chuckled. "Do you really want to know?" he asked. The bartender returned with the drinks and placed them in front of the two. Eric picked his up and threw it back in one gulp. "Long story short, I was an idiot. I met a young lady a couple of years ago when I burst into her safehouse and pointed a gun at her. She and her friends captured me, but by some miracle they let me live. I fell in love with her, and one day when it looked like it was curtains for me, I went in for the kill. I kissed her."

Serena gave him a dreamy smile and took a small sip of her drink. "You were quite the romantic, weren't you Mr. Marvington?"

Eric nodded sadly and signaled for the bartender to bring him another. "Were being the operative word Ms. Edwards. As it turns out, this young lady had a boyfriend, or so she said. She would go on for weeks about how she would break it off, but then never seemed to. Then one day the truth came out, there was no boyfriend! He had died years earlier. She broke down and admitted it to me. She said she was trying to let him go, but it was hard."

Serena shook her head, "My word! The woman sounds positively mad! What did you do?"

Eric sighed and swallowed his next drink, "I tried. I tried up until about three months ago. We'd been living together, and it looked like things were finally looking up. She stopped mentioning her dead boyfriend, and I bought a ring. I planned to ask her to marry me in a few weeks time."

Serena was completely hypnotized by Eric's tale. "What happened? It sounds like things were going great for you!" she demanded as she signaled the bartender to bring Eric another drink.

Eric Marvington
Eric Marvington

Nov-24-2009 16:34

Eric stared down at the bar in front of him. "I lost my temper," he replied with a hint of shame in his voice, "and I knew it could never be the same. One night we were lying in bed, and I reached over to touch her. When my hand reached her, she burst into tears and began calling out his name. I couldn't take it anymore. She looked at me and kept apologizing saying she still thought of him sometimes. I stared straight into her eyes and informed her that there was somebody else. That I was in love with another woman and I couldn't be with her anymore."

"No!" Serena exclaimed, "There was somebody else?"

Eric shook his head. "Of course not," he lamented, "but she didn't know that, and I certainly wasn't going to tell her. She wasn't 100% in it for me, and I couldn't be in it for her anymore."

Serena nodded, "How did she react?"

Eric sighed, "Not well. She stared at me in disbelief for a few seconds before slapping me full force across the face. I wasn't expecting it, and I was angry already. In my rage I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her to the floor. I only caught myself as I was over her with my hand raised in the air, ready to strike her as she sobbed on the ground. I realized what I was about to do and felt sick. I grabbed a few of my things, walked out, and haven't seen her since."

Serena shook her head and stood up. "Well Mr. Eric Marvington, it sounds like you've had quite the life. I just need to head to the little girl's room and I'll be back. Looks like your next drink is coming." she said as she indicated the bartender heading towards Eric.

Eric took the drink from him and once again downed it in one gulp. She hadn't run yet, that was a good sign. Who was he kidding? He looked like an absolute bum in a run-down bar in the bad part of town. What was a pretty girl like that doing in a bar like this? The room began to spin and Eric's hands began shaking. Too much to drink? No! Something in the drink! Then everything went black.


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