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Jan-20-2010 21:10

Who can join: Anyone (reading Reformed Burglars Never Rest would be nice)

Golden Rule: No 'moving' or speaking for someone else's characters unless you have previously talked about it.(That's basic netiquette)

Plus, I'd like (that's not a rule, though) that off topics would come marked in some of the following ways:
OFF - X, have you read my PM?

No need to ask to join, just post. The O'Learies are all NPC's, so anyone can 'move' or speak for them. Any doubts, feel free to pm me.

Feb-8-2010 07:37

"It's Joseph Zeo," the bureau agent replied. "Is that you, Elizabeth?"

Zeo heard the sound of moving furniture and wondered what was happening. He first went to Elizabeth's residence after seeing her name etched on the wall of Tim O'Leary's cell. It was a mess. Someone had broken the lock and searched the flat. Zeo worried that someone had taken Elizabeth, and hence ran to her agency, Obelisk, in hopes of finding help.

Upon hearing her voice inside, Zeo felt relieved. He waited in the rain for the door to open. He needed to tell Elizabeth what he had seen.

Feb-8-2010 07:57

A loud sigh could be heard on the other side of the door, along with the sound of furniture moving.

After pushing the heavy chair, Elizabeth took a deep breath and straightened her hair with her hands, taking a moment to try and look less terrified. After she managed to regain some of her composure, she opened the door.

Of course she knew it was Zeo, but seeing a friendly face in a situation like that messed with her mind a bit, and she welcomed the man with a tight hug.

It was just for a moment, though. She let him go and shook her wet robe.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for coming by, Zeo."

She moved to the other side of the room and filled a glass with brandy, handing it to the man.

"There, I don't want you to catch your death", she said, crossing her arms after her hands were free.

"What brings you here at this time? Or should I say - who?", she asked, her eyes staring into his, as if she knew his visit had something to do with O'Leary.

Feb-8-2010 17:51

Zeo told Elizabeth what he saw, both at the jail cell and at her flat. Tim was definitely out for revenge, and this time, they know their whole family would be in it together. The fact that Tim broke out of jail made Elizabeth nervous, although she tried not to show it.

"It's late, and you need to rest," Zeo remarked, "I don't like it that you're here all by yourself. I am sure Jesse wouldn't mind that I borrow a couch space here." The man hung his wet coat on a chair and began setting himself in for the night. There was no argument with Zeo once he set his mind to it.

Tomorrow they will plan.

Feb-9-2010 05:17

Elizabeth took in what Zeo said, not letting a word escape from her lips as he spoke. Only after he finished, she nodded, with a sigh.

"That was just likely to happen. Tim won't rest until he either lays hands on me or gets back in jail", she said, almost calmly.

Elizabeth shook his head. She knew that aguing with Zeo was useless, so she went into one of the rooms and returned with a pillow and a blanket.

"Hard headed man", she muttered softly.

"Thanks for being here, anyway. Sleep tight".

With these final words, she went back into the room she was using for the night. After taking a look out the window, she locked it, took her robe off and laid on her back.

She kept looking up for a while, until her eyes finally closed for a night of deep sleep.

In the morning, she felt like another person. She took a shower, put on the dress she had bought, brushed her teeth and applied a little make up. She wouldn't stop taking care of herself because of O'Leary. Not again.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes to remember for a moment. Then, shook the memory away.

"You're better off without him, girl", she reminded herself, before going downstairs and getting busy preparing something for then to eat.

It was a good thing that she had learned how to split her mind in two, so half of it could worry about her life while the other one worked on more practical things, like buying breakfast groceries.

Feb-9-2010 14:29

Suddenly Molly was uncomfortable.

"Not here. Tell you what, I'll take you back to my agency. We can speak in my office." she said weakly, unsure of how to approach this foreign person. Her daughter merely nodded, and so Molly wrapped a scarf around the little girls head, got her coat on and led her out the doors.

They walked in silence, the mute splashings of their shoes in puddles made by the downpour the only sound. Molly ushered the little girl through the agency doors, and stopped when she saw Zeo on the couch.

"How odd." she murmured, and looked about, noticing another set of female footprints outlined in water on the floor. "Something must have happened."

"Something very bad?" her daughter asked conversationally, as if commenting on the weather. The unnatural gleam in her eyes was the only clue that she took great, almost perverse interest in the misfortunes that may or may not have befallen others.

Feb-10-2010 19:00

The previous night during the interrogation scene:

Marc slammed O'Leary against the wall as he whispered in a deep, raspy voice, "This is only the beginning."

James grunted as he fell to the floor and he looked up as the cloaked figure, Marc, reached into his coat pocket and pulled something out.

Marc cocked the hammer back on his Colt .45 Special Revolver; 6 shots. The sound of the hammer being pulled back slowly, as Marc always liked to do, made the person on the other side of the gun sick. It was a scary sound and Marc loved using it to intimidate.

"Where is Tim?" Marc asked.
"Who the hell ARE YOU?!" O'Leary screamed in fear.
"I'm your worst nightmare!" Marc screamed back. Once again, he used both of vocal chords to make his voice deep and raspy.

Marc fired his gun. The bullet exited the barrel and inserted itself into O'Leary's left knee, shattering the bone. He would now, never be able to walk right again.

"Tell me, or you lose your other knee. Tell me, and I might let you live."

"Tim is on his way back from Ireland." James cried.

"What's he doing in Ireland?" Marc asked.

"I have no idea. He told me that-"

BANG! Marc fired and hit James in the right foot. "Don't tell me lies, James," Marc said calmly.

James cried in agony.

"Bootlegging. He's bringing back alcohol and opium! That's all I know. I swear!" James cried out.

"See? Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Marc said with a slyly. Marc raised his pistol to James' head.

"What are you doing?!" He asked quickly. "You said you'd let me live!"

"No, James. If you recall, I said I might let you live. I've decided that since you're just another scumbag, no one will care." Marc replied. "And besides," he continued, "you spoke. If your crime family found out, they'd have you whacked anyways."

The last thing James Brian O'Leary ever saw was the flash of a revolver being fired.

Marc holstered his revolver and left. He went home and slept like a baby.

Feb-10-2010 19:16

The next morning, Marc woke up. He hadn't slept that good since he came back from London from chasing O'Leary in the first place.

Marc turned on his radio to hear his favorite song, A Kiss To Build A Dream On, by Louis Armstrong. Marc smoked a cigarette, had a cup of coffee, ate breakfast, then left to go to his office at the Obelisk Agency.

Just before he left, he called his personal secretary/assistant, Grace, and told her to take the day off.

By 8:00, Marc made it to the Agency to find Molly Maltese accompanied by a little girl, whom Marc assumed was her daughter.

"I have some news about Tim O'Leary," Marc said to Zeo when he woke up.

"What's that?" Molly asked coming in from behind Marc.

"Tim is on his way back from Ireland. He's bootlegging liquor and opium, and he's probably bringing back relatives to make his crime family bigger." Marc replied.

"And you know this how?" Zeo asked.

"I paid a little visit to his brother last night." Marc said with a smile.

"And how did that go?" Zeo asked.

"Um..well, he died." Marc said.

"You killed him didn't you?" Zeo replied.

"Yes I did. I left no evidence I was there, and when the cops come around and run his name, they'll think it was a hit. Not an interrogation." Marc said.

"You had better hope they'll think that," Zeo snapped.

Feb-11-2010 04:40

As Marc, Molly and Zeo were talking, Elizabeth had gone back to the room she was using, to tidy things up.

As she came back downstairs, she looked around for a moment. Her left eyebrow raised slowly.

"Well...", she started, biting her lip for a moment, "...I see I've interrupted some important meeting."

After a long pause she looked at Zeo, who was, by the moment, in charge of keeping her safe.

"Z, I really need to get out of here. I have something important to do. But you can't come with me. Is that a big problem?"

Feb-11-2010 07:19

"Yes it is," Zeo snapped again. He was not in a good mood, knowing his friend Marc just murdered someone in cold blood. To Joseph, it mattered not that the victim was a scumbag. He was a fed officer and private execution simply didn't sit well with him. Now Elizabeth wanted to go off on her own.

Zeo lit a cigarette is exasperation and didn't say anything else. He wasn't able to speak; that happened to him often when he was overly angry or upset. Elizabeth knew very well that Tim O'Leary was loose and probably back from Ireland with more power, money and men. How could she ask at this hour if she could go off alone!? Well, she said that Zeo couldn't go with her, but she didn't mention about others. Perhaps she had some dark dealings which she felt better with someone else accompany her to attend to them?

A white puff of smoke left his mouth as Zeo exhaled. He looked at Molly's daughter, and for some reason, she made him feel 3 folds as uncomfortable compared with how her mother made him uneasy. Like mother like daughter, he thought, but in Molly, at least he could sense an innate goodness. He then realized he was looking at the spawn of Jack Billings, one of the top men on his wanted wall.

"I'm going back to the Bureau," Zeo said as he put on his coat, "and I sure hope I don't see your face on the wall," indicating Marc. His friend simply gave him a 'you won't' grin'. Zeo closed the door a bit louder than he needed be, and headed back to the headquarter. Perhaps he could find out more about Tim's whereabout now that he had Marc's lead. He wanted to thank his friend for it, but at the same time box his ears.

Feb-11-2010 07:23

As Zeo went about two block north from Obelisk, a young man and a woman walked by him, speaking in an strong Irish accent. "You reckon Uncle will gift me with a few cases if I get this woman for 'im?" The young man with chestnut hair said.

"Shut it and keep going." The older woman replied. Her sharp features reminded Zeo of a raven. He also noticed an ugly scar on the woman's forehead.

'Could this be...' Zeo shook his head, 'No, I am imagining that everything is connected to Tim O'Leary. Zeo, relax!' The thin man told himself and continued his way to the Bureau of Investigation headquarter.