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Jan-8-2010 18:21

(The same idea as the Harlequin Short, only the murder does not have to happen right away; this one is very loosely structured. Happy RPing, and ANYONE is welcome to join.)

"Well this is quaint." Molly Maltese said approvingly, adjusting her mask with a flick of her wrist. "I wonder who shall be the first to uncover my identity; I took a great many pains to disguise myself this evening."

"I hardly recognized you, ma'am." Her driver said politely, and Molly threw him a benevolent grin.

"I really do look quite striking with black hair, don't you think?" she asked, and he nodded. She leaned forward to check the mirror again. She had gone to the stylist and had her hair dyed a sleek, shiny black, and had deep finger-waves done to frame her face. A large peacock fascinator clung to her hair just above her elaborately twisted bun, launching a spray of exotic feathers behind her to match her peacock-detailed gold mask. Only her quirky red-lipped smirk was even faintly recognizable.

"This will be fun." she said as she climbed out of the car and adjusted her floor-length red-and-gold satin gown. Fluted beads jangled gently around the swooping neckline. She wrapped a white fur stole around her shoulders and moved inside, showing her invitation to the doorman. Immediately she was asked to dance by several young me in dashing black masks.

Jan-9-2010 11:23

"For a detective, your face is very easy to read, you know." Molly noted, waving a slim hand in the air. "Don't worry, I shan't detain you in conversation, I only thought as you were starting into eyewitness accounts, I would tell you that either the shooter or an accomplice swept me away mere minutes after the shooting to warn me off the case. If he's still here, he's a very gaunt man with black hair, and he had a gold pin on his lapel. I didn't have time to make out what it was before he left. Also, there was a red carnation in his front pocket. As you find my presence so distasteful, I think I'll go busy myself in other areas."

She turned on a heel and swept away, exuding ice that could have frozen a weaker man, but the motion made her drop her handbag. Much to everyone's surprise, a gun skipped out of the thin material and skittered across the floor. There as a moment of wide-eyed silence, and then she was promptly tackled by two over-helpful men.

"The shooter! We've got the shooter!" they howled.

"Land's sakes." Molly said quite irritatedly. "You're ruining my hair, you know."

For indeed, her hair was shaken out of its elegant bun and now streamed down her shoulders. Another hand ripped away her mask.

"Oy! Be careful with that, it's quite expensive!" she hissed, and then raised her eyebrows as the two men deliberated.

"She might have more weapons. We should pat her down to be sure." one said, leering. Molly turned up her nose in disgust.

"As I am not the shooter, do feel free to release me at any time." she sniffed.

Jan-9-2010 20:49

A gaunt man with dark hair...Zeo sighed. Molly could be describing Zeo himself for all he knows. Of course, he'd die before pinning a red flower on his suit. Zeo hovered over the dead body on the floor and carefully removed her mask. As he feared, the victim did turn out to be the owner of this Opera House, where the current masquerade party was being held. The sense of dread slowly crept up Zeo's spine. If Lady Frederick is now dead, where is Greenberg, his bureau colleague who was assigned to her protection?

Zeo noticed by then that several people were pinning the murder on Molly. They were searching her bags and... everything else. Zeo knew he had to control the situation before people / suspects decided to leave. He quickly dashed up to the stage where the live band was located and took hold of the microphone. Creaking noise from the feed rang out and everyone covered their ears. Zeo felt his burning. He was never good with speaking in front of a crowd, and yes, this was a huge and exclusive one.

"Um, ladies and gentlemen...um... may I have your attention." All eyes were on Zeo now, he just wanted to slip inside the tuba on his left and hide. He decided to introduce himself instead, then he continued, "Please remain calm and stay where you are standing right now... A murder had just been committed and the killer was amongst us. PLEASE please stay calm!" Zeo commanded as shocks of panic erupted through the crowd.

"We need everyone's corporation. Our fellow agents will need to perform a search on everyone present. Please note that this is a standard procedure to ensure everyone's safety. Your corporation is greatly appreciated." As Zeo continued, his confidence grew, and it showed in his voice. "Now, we need all the ladies to slowly move to the left side of the ballroom while the gentlemen slowly move to the right. There is no need to hurry, so just proceed accordingly. Yes, that's it. Thanks you."

Jan-9-2010 20:57

The other agents were already gathered at the foot of the stage as Zeo climbed down. He told them what they should be looking for, especially a tall man with a black mask, a gold pin on his lapel and possibly a red carnation in his front pocket. "It is possible that he may have changed his attire, but his height and hair color could not be easily altered. Of course, look for any form of weapon, especially guns."

As if on cue, one of the overly-helpful men came forward to speak to Zeo, claiming that they have found the killer with the gun. "It's the peacock lady I'm telling you!" Zeo tried to calm the gentleman down and agreed to look into it, although he very much doubt that it was Molly... or could she be...? Before Zeo could walk over to where Molly was being searched, a couple of more distinguished guests swarmed over Zeo with complaints of the search, how degrading this was to them, and that they need to go home immediately. Public relations was never his strength. His head was already swelling, and he knew this was only the beginning of a long long night.

Jan-10-2010 00:12

"That is quite enough." Molly told the men as their probing hands neared places where access was as exclusive as this party. But they did not listen, so she kneed one in the groin and lunged for the gun that had skittered just out of reach. She fired a shot up into the ceiling, and the crowd scattered.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!" she hissed, her cheeks burning. After a moment, she swept up her bag and looked around, seriously thinking about shooting Joseph Zeo right where it counted. Had he no sense of decency, to leave her abandoned to a crowd of men!

"RRRGH" she announced grandly, darting like a bullet to the stage where he stood. But Marc neatly intercepted her and braced her arms behind her, twisting her gun out of hand methodically.

"Temper, temper, dear." he said conversationally, and she threw him a dirty look. "Love your hair by the way."

"I will END him!" she howled, her cheeks still flushed. Marc gave a chuckle and readjusted the strap of her dress.

"You can punch him all you like, just don't shoot him." He said, patting her shoulder and then leaning to pick up the gun. Unbeknownst to her however, he pocketed it. It could, after all, be the murder weapon.

Jan-11-2010 08:20

"This should be nice, I haven't been to a masquerade in forever" Talia said to herself as she stepped out of the car and headed towards the door.
She was elegantly dressed to fit the occasion; in a dark green floor-length gown and a golden mask. As she entered the building she was surprised that no-one checked her invitation, she knew she was late, but still only fashionably so.

As she entered the party she heard someone scream and then heard someone claim that there had been a second murder.

"Well, so much for an evening off" she said to herself "It seems to be time to get to work."

Talia made her way over to what seemed to be the scene of the crime, only to find that there were already more detectives than bodies around. So typical for this town.

"Good evening. I'm Talia. Sorry I'm late" she said and sent a dazzling smile to the people standing over the body.

Jan-11-2010 12:11

Jack grinned at the man speaking nervously up on the stage. He recognized him as one of his ex-wifes cohorts. Slowly, he removed the little gold Hellfire pin from his lapel and dropped it in his pocket. It was surprising she hadn't recognized it immediately, but he had never considered her the brightest in the bunch. The red carnation he dropped to the floor, smushing it under his well-shined shoe until it was a pile of petals scattered every which way across the dance floor. Then, leopard-like, he smoothed back his hair and approached a woman he hadn't seen before, who was looking down at the body with an air of authority.

Another detective?

He came forward and put on a charming smile just as he heard her say, "Good evening. I'm Talia."

He put out a hand and smiled at her, his black mask still in place. "Miss Talia, forgive me for saying so but I don't think a crime scene is the appropriate place for a beautiful lady such as yourself."

Jan-11-2010 15:59

Talia turned to Jack and held her hand out towards his outstretched hand. "Enchanté" she said as Jack brushed his lips across the back of her golden glove.

"Thank you, but this is not exactly my first time at a crime scene. And if I'm not all the more mistaken, you're not exactly a novice either."

Talia smiled sweetly at Jack and then turned her attention back to the crime scene. "What are we dealing with here?" she muttered to herself.

Jan-12-2010 17:50

Marc still had his black mask on as he approached Talia Rune from behind. "What are we dealing with here?" She muttered to herself.

"A very good question indeed, Miss," Marc said and she jumped. Quickly, she swiveled around to find herself face to face with Marc.

"And who might you be?" She asked.

"I am detective Marc Lacrimosa. One of the handful of detectives investigating this crime scene. And who are you?"

"I am Talia Rune. Also a sleuth." She replied.

"Indeed.." Marc said with a pause. He looked up and saw Jack Billings standing on her other side.

"Jack Billings, I'd advise you to leave. I doubt you have business here..unless of course you are the murderer."

Before Jack could reply, Marc took Talia and pulled her off to the side and told her quietly, "I advise you to stay away from him..he brings nothing but trouble," Marc said.

She nodded.

Then Marc turned around to find the others.

Jan-23-2010 12:14

"NEXT!" Vulkie shouted and the next man came up. As she carefully "searched" the man, she looked at her fellow detectives who also searched the people.

"NEXT!" Vulkie shouted and as she looked in the man's face, she made a groan. "Jack Billings. Long time no see. How's the kneecaps?" Vulkie said, taunting Billings

Billings smiled back at her. "Fine, fine. You've made it very clear that time dear. I suggest you better watch your steps, or else..." Billings replied, allowing Vulkie to search him.

"Seems like you're clean. Off you go. I'll let Molly know you were here" Vulkie said, grinning. Billings nodded. "I'm already looking forward for a small conversation with her. Gah, it has been such a long time. I remember well, the old days and such..." Billings said, but Vulkie cut him short.

"Spare me your life story Billings. Buzz off. I've got searching to do" Vulkie said and Billings went off.

"NEXT!" Vulkie shouted and the next male came up. Just then, Vulkie heard a scream.

"Joseph, come with me!" Vulkie shouted and they went outside. A woman pointed to something that laid in the dark, on the ground.

"Damn it. Looks like a stiff one" Joseph said, lighting a cigarette.

"Let's see for ourselves" Vulkie said and both detectives walked to the body. A woman, shot three times in her chest.

"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

Jan-23-2010 12:16

(sorry,wasn't finished)

"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" a man asked.

As Vulkie looked around, she saw it was a guest. "I beg your pardon, sir?" Vulkie said and Joseph looked up.

"Ah, the dead... Such a.... interesting thing.... You know, I was always fascinated by the death of people... How one woman can die at the hands, of a.... killer..." the man said, dreaming and sinking away in his thoughts.

"Never mind him. Must be a lunatic or so..." Vulkie said and Joseph looked around for clues....