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Nine Lives
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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-9-2012 18:06

The office door slammed against the wall with a bang, and papers swirled restlessly across the desks of the darkened room. He looked up from his bottle of gin, bleary eyes just registering the figure outlined in the doorway. It was tall, and from the cast of the hips and tucked in-waist silhouetted in the black trench, it was a woman. She stood on black stilettos, and a black snood concealed her hair from view as surely as the netted veil did her face.

"Who is that?" he asked nervously, squinting his eyes. There was a pause, and then the figure moved forward, legs, hips rolling smoothly in an unmistakable way. He paled; rearing back in the chair so that it almost fell. He righted it with a clatter, fingers shaking.

"A ghost?" he breathed, suddenly terrified. Was the moonshine bad? Giving him the jake- was he hallucinating? The black ensemble of the woman suddenly seemed more foreboding than chic. "You...I thought you were dead!"

She moved forward, just inches away from him in the dim lamplight. Slowly, black satin-clad hands lifted up, grasped the edge of the veil, and pulled it back. Her glossy red lips shone in a vulpine smirk in the light.

"I never die. Nine lives, you know." Molly Maltese breathed in her sotto voice. "I've been to the end of the world, my dear, and I've brought back the case to end all cases for you."

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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Jun-1-2012 18:46

Marc hated Jack Billings. Hated him with a passion. The only known person who hated that man more than Marc was Molly. They had too many confrontations in the past and too many times Jack escaped. He looked up at Molly, who stared back at him.

There was a long silence between the two people. Marc lit up his cigar as Molly inhaled on her cigarette. He began to think. There was a time a while back when everything went down hill with them. He had screwed up and he knew it. But he also knew she had forgiven him as a friend.

He set his cigar down and wiped the gunk out of his eyes and straitened his clothes.

"Molly," he began. He hesitated, but just for a second so he could find the right words to say. "I was sure that I would be the last person you would ask to go on an adventure like this. Now, that being said, yes, I will go with you. For old time's sake, and as friends. I've lost too many friends over the years and I would hate to lose a friend like you." No sooner had he said that there was a knock at the door. Riza walked in. Marc hated that both of the two women had to see him in this state.


"Molly," Riza said, "I thought you wereŚ"

"Dead? Yes, well I'm very much alive. Marc will fill you in later. I find it rather tedious to repeat myself. In the meantime, how do you feel about going on an adventure?"

Riza paused for a second, and then said, "I'd love to."


Molly said they were to meet up for London in two days. Perfect. That gave Marc plenty of time to get home, clean up, pack up, get his gear and leave.

On the meeting day Marc was first to get to the docks. Since the meeting, Marc had shaved the five o'clock shadow he had, sobered up, and got his things together. The adventure was near and there was no one he would rather be with than his friends, whom he saw approaching.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-2-2012 09:55

No one would believe Zeo would sink that low.

His boney fingers should be quivering by now, but he body could no longer respond to the immense amount of the new narcotic he pumped into his being. Zeo was stone still, perched in the dark corner of Hellfire.

Zeo believed his inability to express his feelings had finally driven Anais Nin away, along with Josee, his beloved daughter. They simply disappeared, and to Zeo it was all his doing.

At first Zeo came to London in hope of finding them. This was the city where Anais once hid to raise his daughter. Days turned into weeks turned into months. Nothing. Zeo had to live. He took odd jobs and cases in the unfamiliar city. Alone with no one, he retreated to his cigarettes at night, feeling remorse for everything he didn't do.

Then the new form of narcotic took him.

Smoked like his usual vice, Zeo could finally able to not think of Anais for a fleeting moment, but the burden returned ten folds when the poison was gone. He needed more. The price was hefty, but Zeo was a person with many talents.

It began with the marginal cases. Jobs other respectable detectives wouldn't take. Cases with agendas, falsifying an evidence here or there, paying the witnesses to tell a white lie... His needs grew more intense. Some times he had to break into houses to retrieve an 'evidence', threaten witnesses to stay silent - with violence, kidnapping their loved ones, and later making them disappear... Nothing was beyond him. Zeo was unrecognizable inside out.


Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-2-2012 10:06

Zeo met Jack Billings on one of those night when his craving was deep. He was already a skull figure of his former self. Jack needed a team to break into a National building to 'retrieve' a treasure. Zeo did not care what it was as long as he receive the cash up front. It was not a simple job, but Zeo still had it in him - what's left of him. Zeo handed the artifact to Billings - an Egyptian jewelry of an Ancient Queen.

Zeo took his cash and turned it into smoke. He pumped as much of it as he could inside of him, in hopes of drowning himself. He chose the pit of Hellfire Club to end it. The name fits his state.

Hours passed by until his vision slowly returned. He did not die as he hoped.

In hazy consciousness Zeo thought he saw his former friends. They did not see him, either because of the lack of light where he sat, or he simply was no longer the Zeo people once knew. As soon as movement returned to his limbs, Zeo staggered out the backdoor. Chilled London air cleared his head. He checked to make sure he was not being followed, before he melted into the darkness.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jun-2-2012 13:01

Molly was next to arrive at the docks, her rich auburn hair twisted fashionably into a series of whirls and curls under a black velvet travelling cloche. This was matched by a slim black travelling coat trimmed with silver tread and a delicate strip of ermine. Delicate black gloves covered her hands, with tiny bows at the wrists. She carried a black travelling valise, which was resting by her equally black pumps as she stood at the dock and checked her pocket watch. The others took in her appearance in silence. Although every piece was in the height of fashion, the black was severe and made her seem overly pale and thin. It was wondered if she was in mourning for something, but none voiced the question aloud.

"Welcome Marc, ladies." she said brightly as Riza and Vulkie joined them on the dock. "Vulkie, its terribly good to see you again. Off to London we go, to bake in the ovens of the Hellfire Club!"

She didn't voice the misgivings she had as they boarded the ship , or even as they moved down the halls to their staterooms. Her connections in London had whispered something of a familiar face, a vague recognition of one in the rank of the Club. But it was impossible, as the man in question would never sink to the the level of association with Billings notorious crew. It was just an eerie similarity, and nothing more.

"Alright, lads, ladies. I must have my beauty rest." She paused at the door to her room. "We'll collect ourselves later, discuss what we must do."

As she closed the door behind her, she sighed. She could not dispel the misgivings of just what they might find in London.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-2-2012 23:02

"Well I hope you're not planning to jump." The striking man in his sharp three-piece suit barked half-jokingly at the figure crouching by the edge.

"It wouldn't mean much to you, to anyone, even if I did. Our deal was done. You got your little treasure. Just leave me be." The crouching man replied, staring into the river below. If Zeo was surprised that Jack Billings found him at the top of the Tower Bridge where he was hiding, he was too frazzled to show it. He didn't even bother to turn to face his former 'client'.

The city was well lit in the deep of the night, reflection of the lamps jittering on the River Thames. The air was surprisingly crisp and clear for a London spring. The old Zeo would be chain smoking at such a time, finding breathing space away from humanity, but the old narcotic didn't work anymore. It was water compared to what he was taking now.

"Let me cut to the chase," Jack replied coolly. "I've got words that some old 'friends' of ours are on their way to London. I don't want to be bothered while I'm busy setting up the deal with the Museum. You knew them well. You'd know best how to get rid of them."

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-2-2012 23:02

Imagines of his former friends blurred in his minds eyes. Nothing seemed vivid anymore except of the memories of Anais and Josee. Zeo suddenly looked up, "You said they're on their way? That means they're NOT here yet?"

"From my eyes and ears, I'm quite sure they're still on Sleuthetania." Billings confirmed. Then what was it that Zeo saw back at the bar?

"It's just my lovely wife and her friends, whom you knew very well." Jack Billings continue, "You were with me at Deir El-Bahari. You saw how I killed her treasure hunting partner and toyed with her." Zeo shook his head. He formed the team for Billings, to break into the National building... or was it a temple in Egypt... his mind was turning sour with each thought.

"Here, this would help." Billings tossed a heavy roll of greens beside Zeo. "I know Bernie got some good stuffs in tonight." He smirked in the dark, eyeing the heap of a man beneath his sight. Jack Billings dashed off with reassuring steps.

Did he witness Molly being chased down by Billings but did nothing for her? Was he the one who found her camp and gave Billings her notes on the location of the artifact? He felt the cravings coming on again. Yes, that would help him escape the confusion; it's the sole solution to all his problems.

Gingerly he curled his fingers around the roll of money and headed down to Bernie's.

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Thespian

Jun-3-2012 10:53

Marc woke up on the third day of the trip. The previous night was a blur. Staying drunk was all he could do to keep himself from throwing up from the sea sickness. He stared at the ceiling of the small room. Something wasn't right.

He felt something move in the med next to him and he jumped at the sight of a young blonde still asleep. "Dear God," he whispered to himself. At that moment a sharp pain filled his head. He was hungover, which didn't happen often. He found his pocket watch on the night stand and checked the time.

It was still early and he hoped that no one knew what happened with him last night. He quietly got dressed and left. He made his way to his room to brush his teeth.

Marc didn't make it to the bar before he vomited in the nearest trash can from the motion sickness. The ship hit a small air pocket and crashed into the water. An elderly couple held their noses up in disgust as they walked past him.
"Yeah, yeah," keep walking he said loud enough for them to hear. He made his way to the bar just as he had the previous night. As he walked in the young girl whom he had spent the night with was their. Marc immediately turned and left, nearly running into Riza.

"You're up early," she said.

"So are you," Marc added quickly.

Riza noticed the girl and smiled hinting that she had seen Marc leave with her.

"My head feels like its about to split open." Marc said running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, that's what happens when you don't control your drinking," she said. Marc laughed and they left to the top deck. London was just a day away.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Jun-3-2012 22:57

"Just want you to know," Bernie stated as he handed Zeo the stash, "that this is the last Cadillac until Mr. Billings give me the green light..."

"He can't do that!" Zeo protested. His blood shot eyes grew hot. Zeo reached out to grab Bernie's shirt and lifted the fat bartender up.

"Don't blow your wig now pally!" A voice called out from behind Zeo. Both man turned to see a dark fellow with an ugly scar that ran from his left eye brow to his lower cheek. Zeo paused, wondering where he had seen the man.

"You really don't remember me!" The burly man barked a laugh, "Seriously this stuff is turning your brain into Jello." He then seated himself by the bar and order a gin and tonic.

"What do you want?" Zeo asked briskly.

"It's what Mr. Billings wants, Zeo. Sleuthetania is docking tomorrow at six in the evening, and you know who are on board that ship." The dark man paused, waiting for a reply, but Zeo remained silent. "Come on pally! It's not the first time that we worked together, we had an incredible time in Egypt!" The man tried to put his arm on Zeo's shoulder but he shook it away.

"Not this time, Leo..."

"It's Theo." The man sighed. "Look, i know they used to be your friends. If you don't want to show your face, that's fine with me. Not that they'd recognize this skull of yours anyhow." Theo sniggered. "You know these people, what weapons they use, how they react to situations, where they'd go if we're to give a chase. Information. That's all, you don't even have a shoot. We have enough goons for that. There'll be a 'party' waiting for them when they dock."

Theo downed his drink and left a tip, "See you at six pally."

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Jun-5-2012 10:34

As Vulkie was looking out towards the ocean outside on the deck, she was smoking a cigarette and before that, she had a small talk with the captain of the Sleuthania, while one day remained until they would arrive at London. "Yes Miss Nouson, I'm aware that the clams weren't fresh, we'll do our best next time..." the captain said, in an apologizing way. Vulkie gave the captain a small nod, and responded: "I don't mind it Captain, but I could've gotten seriously sick, and I can't afford that at this moment".

The Captain then strolled off towards the kitchen, probably to give the cook a furious commentary of all sorts of "sea captain language" and all sorts of swear words, for almost poisoning guests. When Vulkie had smoked up her cigarette, she launched the cigarette butt into the ocean. All of a sudden, Molly came strolling towards Vulkie and looked at her with piercing eyes. Molly always did that, to have some sort of advantage over people, but Vulkie got used to it.

"Molly, I don't like this one bit. You know Jack isn't gonna let us get into London easily... Don't we have some sort of a plan, instead of blasting our way through the docks?" Vulkie asked. Molly, in the meanwhile, stared at the ocean which Vulkie had stared at seconds before.

"What Jack did... He... he killed my friend, Thomas. Point blank, right in front of me. Thomas did what Jack asked of him, and his "reward"? A bullet to the head.." Molly said, while shedding a small unnoticable tear. Molly wasn't the girl that cared much about emotions, but when people got close to her or her friends, she could have the occassional moment of emotions.

"Molly, I swear, we'll make Jack pay, one way or the other. But now, we need a plan! We need to get off this ship, my gut says that Jack'll have spies on this ship and he knows when we're gonna arrive. We need to think of something!" Vulkie said, with an encouraging look towards Molly.

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Jun-5-2012 10:35

"Well.. we could always use a lifeboat, but we'll have to disembark when it's dark.." Molly said, while pointing towards a lifeboat. "Get the rest Molly, we'll need to discuss this plan in private and work it out into details" Vulkie replied, while strolling off...

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