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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-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.

Feb-11-2010 11:15

Elizabeth knew better than to argue with Zeo when he was in that mood, so she just nodded and sat on a chair, silently.

With her hands crossed on her lap and a calm expression on her face, she looked almost innocent, to whoever didn't know her deeply - and very few people had gotten to that.

Elizabeth's pale green eyes followed Zeo as he went out of the agency headquarters, and she left out a relieved sigh.

After waiting for a while, she stood up and excused herself.

"I'm really sorry, but I must leave you guys now. I'll solve things with Zeo later. Please, don't bother to follow me. You wouldn't want to be where I'm going."

With this somewhat dark remark, the woman went out of the agency and called for a cab. She instructed the driver to go by the docks and relaxed on her seat.

"I hate doin' that", she muttered softly, "but some things have to be done".

"Docks, miss", stated the driver, waking her up from her dreams.

"How much?"

"Fifteen."

She slid him a fifty.

"You never saw me, never drove me her. 'Kay?"

"Who the hell are you? Never seem you in my life, miss.", the man answered with a grin.

"Good boy", she murmured as she stepped out of the car.

She took some time to wait for the cab to disappear and started walking around like she was home.

As her steps went closer by Warehouse #18, she slowed down and slid the heavy door, closing it again after she went in.

"Look what the cat dragged in", a voice sounded.

"Shut it. I knew I'd find you here. Just want to know what you want."

Tim O'Leary walked to Elizabeth and held her face between his hands.

"You cleaned up allright, Connie. Just want a nice little treasure from your agency's Trophy Room, and I'll leave you alone"

"They keep it locked"

"And what's a lock for you? Don't you remember when we used to call you Master Key Connie?"

"That's past life, Tim. You could be talking about another person all together"

[To be continued...]

Feb-14-2010 14:20

Annabelle stared at the thin man, her tiny, bow-shaped upper lip curling in distaste and vague warning utterly beyond her years. But when Molly looked down at her, she smiled sweetly and fluttered her eyelashes. A tense moment followed; Molly's eyes searched her daughters face and Annabelle knew that it would take a lot more to pull a fast one on this lady.

So she changed tactics. "Mommy, I missed you so much." she said, her tiny hands enfolding one of her mothers. Molly frowned slightly, staring at her daughter in silence as if trying to figure something out.

"I missed you too, darling." she said, sounding tired again, and then looked up at the others. Annabelle fixed the thin man with a challenging stare, reminiscent of her mothers pigheaded-stubborn expression, and watched him as he made his excuses and left.

"Alright." Molly said, seeming to pull herself together. "If everyone keeps darting off, we're never going to work out a system to approach this."

But Elizabeth and Zeo were already out the door, and she sighed angrily. "Annabelle, you stay here, I'm going to find some things out."

She sailed out the door, and after a moment, Annabelle casually ducked out of the same door, headed in the opposite direction. She soon saw a young man, and a woman with a beaky nose, and paused to listen.

"...The detectives are gonna get in the way, we've got to find a way to get em all riled up so we can sail in and get the woman. Obelisk's the biggest pain in my side there is." the man said, and nodding decisively, the little girl approached them.

"You want someone in Obelisk." It wasn't a question, and they turned to look at her. "My mother is an agent, and I can help you if you help me."

"Her mother's an agent? I know the one, the redhead. What say we take her and shake em up that way?" the man hissed eagerly. Annabelle shook her head.

"Honestly, you have no imagination." she said disgustedly, folding her tiny hands. "I mean I can HELP you, from the inside..."

Feb-14-2010 14:23

"...if you help me."

"How so?" the beaky woman asked.

"Easy. Find my father and deliver me to him. It's time I got my inheritance." Annabelle said politely, and then told them her fathers name. They blanched.

"Do we have an accord?" she asked, and after a moment of hushed talking they nodded. Another minute bore the fruit of her first assignment, and in a moment she was walking back into the agency as if nothing had happened, giving a tiny, secretive smile.

Her mother didn't know who she was and that was fine. She had a lot of her father in her, and Annabelle wasn't inclined to care about the welfare of a woman who had abandoned her to the far reaches of the world in the name of her "safety". More like to go off gallivanting with these men like the whore she was.

With another little smile, Annabelle set about wandering the offices, searching for something in particular.

Feb-14-2010 14:30

Jack Billings sat at his desk, entrenched in his headquarters in New York and stared at two pictures on his desk. One, was of a redheaded woman with a pointed, elfin face, staring off at something, one hand idly twined in the waves of her thick, copper hair. Her eyes were huge, and her smile soft. The other was of a redheaded child, looking into the camera with a serious face. Even the photographer had been able to capture the vaguely calculating look in her eyes.

The worst thing Molly had done was send his child off away from her to protect him, for it was a matter of hours to find her location and dispense with the young Sister who was in charge of her. No, Annabelle hadn't been in Shanghai at all. He had intercepted her at the docks and spent all this time cultivating her...education at his right hand. His suspicions were correct...she was very much his daughter after all.

Getting up, he strolled out of his offices, donning a coat. What Molly didn't know...would definitely kill her.

Feb-18-2010 07:01

(cont'd)
"But I'm not. You still got it, Connie, I know".

The woman didn't reply to that. After a few silent seconds, she asked him a question.

"What do you want?"

O'Leary smiled.

"I want the Silver Ring of the Druids, to start with. Have had my eye on it for quite a while. And another treasure Von Victor has been keeping"

"Leave Heim out of it. What do you want?"

"Heim", the man mocked, "quite close, are we?"

"Mind off the gutter, Tim. What... do... you... want? You have five seconds".

A dangerous sparkle showed in the green eyes as Elizabeth waited.

"My, my. Fine. I want the Ring... and you"

A loud laugh followed his words.

"Not a chance, Tim. I'll get you the Ring, and be happy with it."

The man looked at her.

"You will be back, Connie. You know you will."

The woman let out a tired sigh and left.

As she moved out of the warehouse, she wandered around for a while, remembering the days she had spent there as a part of the O'Leary Mob.

"If I could only..."

Her eyes sparkled again.

"Stupid girl. You can take them down. From the inside. You just need someone to trust"

With these words, she rushed back to the headquarters. She NEEDED to find someone to talk to.

Mar-5-2010 08:06

Marc walked into his office shutting the door behind him. He took off his suit's jacket and hung it up on his coat rack, followed by his fedora. He moved to his coffee pot. He put four heaping scoops of coffee in the filter and turned it on. He sat back down as the coffee began to brew. The smell was exotic.

As the Coffee brewed, Marc replayed the scene in his head again. From the entrance of O'Leary's house, to the interrogation, to the final blow; the death. When Timothy would hear about it, he would know for sure who did it. There would be know doubt that he would know Marc killed his little brother.

But the question in turn now was, could Marc prevent O'Leary from coming out and exposing him for killing James? Marc ran his fingers through his dark hair thinking in deep thought. Marc took out his revolver and sat it on his desk. He picked it up and unloaded the empty shells. He reached into his desk and pulled out three more loaded shells and placed them into the slots on his revolver and placed the gun back in his holster.


The coffee pot stopped brewing and the strong smell indicated that the coffee was ready to be drank. Marc pulled out a cup and filled it with coffee and sat back down at his desk. No sooner than he sat down, he heard a knock on his office door.

"It's open," Marc said.

The door opened.

Mar-5-2010 08:30

Elizabeth wasn't sure about who she could trust. Actually, she was pretty sure she could trust everyone in the agency. She wasn't sure any of them would help her, though.

Her plan involved lies, schems and, possibly, murder. Not easy to find someone from the right side of the law to agree with all that.

She then thought of Marc. Well, he was tough. And even if he wasn't up to help, it was unlikely that he would tell on her. Having someone to listen would be helpful enough.

The smell of coffee told her he was in, and she knocked on the door. As he said it was open, she slid in, closing it back.

Her eyes locked on his as she spoke, no intonation at all.

"Tim O'Leary is blackmailing me and threatening every person in this agency. In order to stop him, I'll have to steal, forge, lie, schem, and possibily kill. And I need help. Are you on for it?"

Mar-5-2010 09:15

Annabelle looked on as the woman made her little speech. Rather presumptuous, she thought sniffily. No finesse, why even a child her age could do it better.

She was careful not to move, as the pair had quite forgotten her existence, and listened carefully as the woman explained her predicament. Perhaps...just perhaps this information would prove useful to her father. She would leave it up to him, not many criminals took such a tiny girl seriously, no matter how intelligent she was.

In her mind, she carefully took notes while under the pretense of playing with a doll she brought along for such occasions. If they noticed her, she would simply flash them a dazzling smile, call the woman pretty and thus lull them into a false sense of safety.

Mar-5-2010 21:28

Marc stood for justice. Or did he? He wasn't sure anymore what he stood for. The night before, Marc killed someone in cold blood. Yes, it was a cold blooded move. But now this? Elizabeth just asked for his help in a plan that would involve stealing, lying, forging, and murder? Marc stared at her.

"Are you serious?" He asked her. He wanted to object but hesitated. He thought about telling her it was wrong and he wouldn't do it. But he killed someone the night before in cold blood. Telling her no like that would make him a hypocrite, and he hated hypocrites.

"Lying, stealing, forging, killing?" Marc asked and she slowly nodded. Marc could see, now the darkness in her eyes that she 0nce had. And in order to finally stop O'Leary, this may be their one chance to do it.

Marc sighed. "Alright," He said, "I'm in. What do I need to do first?"