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Devils In The Nectar: An RP Stage Short
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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Sep-10-2012 20:17

CASE/ RP TITLE : "Devils In the Nectar"
CASE CLASSIFICATION: Homicide
DATE: 13 November 1934
LOCATION: The Sahara Nightclub, New York City, New York

VICTIM NAME: Janie Eugenides
VICTIM AGE: 23
VICTIM PROFESSION: Chorus Girl (read: exotic dancer), employed at The Sahara Nightclub, NY

CAUSE OF DEATH: Lethal poisoning (unknown compound)
CRIME SCENE DETAILS:
Victim found in dressing room of nightclub, slumped over makeup counter. Apparent distress of victim- discoloration of face, swollen tongue, rash on arms, forcible evacuation of stomach.
NOTE: Bottle of red wine, overturned on counter before victim.
NOTE: Bouquet of flowers on counter before victim. Addressed to "JUNO- Thy voice is like sweet nectar'. from AMBROSE BIERCE.
NOTE: Victim discovered by fellow chorus girl, VERA ELSPETH.


NOTE: Due to staffing demands, case has been turned over to private investigations agency.



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Wolf Girl 22
Wolf Girl 22

Sep-25-2012 21:09

Therian watched all the other girls sob as they sat at the tables from the shadows of the curtains. She stepped back further as the two Detectives walked towards her. They past without seeing her. She watched them as they walked toward Janie's room. It had been mere seconds before Kelsa slipped past the door. Ignoring Therian completely.

She raised an eyebrow and slowly followed her. Kesla walked into the dressing room and stayed a moment. Therian heard her footsteps and moved out of sight. Kesla passed and she moved back into the light...

"What was she up to?" she thought and heard the distinct sound of Janie's dressing room door open. She froze. No time to hide.

"Hey!" she heard a man yell. Slowly she turned and found the hard glare of two detectives on her...

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Sep-26-2012 18:02

“Sad isn’t it?” Edward asked as he quietly came up behind a strikingly beautiful woman.

“What?” she asked.

“How someone will just...pull the trigger on someone else’s life and end it so abruptly.”

The woman turned to face him. She reeked of Alcohol and was obviously drunk.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” he said. “Edward Carlyle, toxicologist when needed, slash, private detective.” He extended his arm to shake her hand.

She looked down at his hand and back at him. “Charmed,” she said blankly.

Ed felt like an idiot while he kept his hand extended as she said that. He put his hand down and there was a silence between the two of them. Finally he spoke. “May I ask your name?”

“If I told you my name"”

She was interrupted by Ed. “I think we’re going to have to learn each other’s names anyway. After all, it is going to be a very long night.”

She sighed either in frustration or annoyance. “Riza Hawkeye,” she said.

“A beautiful name for beautiful woman,” Ed said. It was his sad attempt at flirting, but sometimes it worked.

Riza moved faster than he had ever seen. In the blink of an eye she grabbed him and pinned him against the wall, with her arm at his throat. She moved her head towards his ear and whispered, “Not on your life.”

“What a woman!” Ed thought to himself.

She let him go when a voice boomed in the room. “Riza Hawkeye?”

“Yes?” Riza said, sounding very annoyed. She staggered as she turned around.

Molly Maltese came closer with another woman at her side. “This is Violet,” Molly said. “She’s with Pinkerton Agency Detectives. She has some questions for...well both of you now.”


Vivien Clara Sharp
Vivien Clara Sharp

Sep-26-2012 18:13

"We had a deal." Vivien hissed as Molly came through the dressing room door. With an aggravated look, Molly cast a glance around and pulled Viv behind a costumes rack.

"Quiet down, those nosy flatfoots might hear you." Freed from the constraints of her usual airy staged tones, Molly's voice was sharp and nasal, reminiscent of a New York upbringing. "Its not my fault you're making me cover your ass too. Putting it over like that, like you're moving up the second Janie said curtains. What are they supposed to think? Sheesh, I thought I put up a smart cupcake, not another empty-headed Patty."

Viv lit another cigarette and swiped her hand over the costumes impatiently, entangling her fingers in colorful feathers and sharp spangles. " Honestly, Maltese. The more you cover and play keep-away, the harder they come down on you. You know that."

"We don't need them coming down on us at all." Molly hissed, snatching the cigarette from her dancers lips and taking a drag herself. "Not when things are so...delicate. Mind your tongue, don't say anything I wouldn't, and keep your head down. If somehow we don't all wind up belly-up down the river, you'll be headlining 5 nights a week."

Viv gave her employer one long measured look, then threw a smirk. She snatched her cigarette back, inhaled and tossed it to the aged tile beneath her feet, grinding it with one well-heeled tap shoe.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Sep-26-2012 18:30

Heimlich gestured towards Janie's body. "That's exactly how she's been since they found her." he said, "Now do you really think there's anything here that someone like me would have missed?"

Vulkie pawed through the dead woman's belongings. There had to be something that could help.

"I tell you," Heimlich began ranting, "women in the workplace is going to be the death of the American workforce. Next thing you know they'll want to hold office, and that's the day they put me in the ground."

A shuffling was heard, and Vulkie's head snapped towards the dressing stalls. She cautiously began approaching, was there something there?

"Look here, girl," Heimlich called out, "I think I've found another clue."

Vulkie turned towards Heimlich, her attention momentarily captured. "What did you find?" she asked.

Heimlich pulled his hand out of his pocket extending his center digit towards the ceiling. "Think this is of any relevance?" He asked with a smirk.

Vulkie rolled her eyes and turned from the foul old man back towards the dressing stalls. She hurried over and threw each open, finding only a few scattered costume pieces. "Must have just been some fabric falling over." Vulkie said. Then in a moment of clarity, "Mr. VonVictor, turn out your pockets!" she ordered.

"Whoa there girlie!" Heimlich said defensively, raising his hands in protest, "I am not a suspect, and you have no right to search me!"

"I won't ask again," Vulkie said defiantly, "turn out your pockets or I will have one of the bouncers do it for me."

Heimlich, giving a look of disgust, emptied his pockets and threw the contents on the floor, "Look for yourself... bitch."

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor
Vigilante

Sep-26-2012 18:44

Vulkie took immediate inventory of the items, 1 spare badge, 1 pistol, 1 brown leather wallet containing $24.59, and a folded piece of paper. She unfolded the note and read it to herself:

"I can't do this anymore. You need to make this right, and you know what needs to be done. Either go to your wife and tell her what's been going on between us, or I will.

-J"

"Mr. VonVictor!" Vulkie shouted, "You would dare try to hide this from me?"

"Now look here girlie," Heimlich said nervously, "I meant to inventory that... I er... I forgot it was in my pocket. These things happen when you get to be my age. No harm done..."

Vulkie stared at the old man. Could she trust him? Could the note have been addressed to him? Did he really just make an honest mistake?

"Well," Heimlich said quickly, "I think we've found all that we can here. I'm going to interview some more witnesses." He quickly moved out of the dressing room, and Vulkie followed.

Heimlich immediately caught sight of a chorus girl standing by the door. "Hey!" he shouted at her, "Just what do you think you're doing?" He grabbed her arm and locked eyes with her, "Just what did you hear?" he demanded. The girl was absolutely speechless as Heimlich dragged her off.

Vulkie began to follow when she felt an arm on her shoulder. "Ah, there you are dear. I've been looking all over!" Molly said with a smile, "One of our regulars, a Miss Riza Hawkeye, seems to have disappeared for a few hours with no accounting for her whereabouts. I've just now come across her, and I knew you'd want to speak with her."

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Sep-26-2012 19:55

Riza sat slumped over her table, one hand clutching a half-empty glass of amber fluid and the other caught in the tangles of her obsidian hair. Her head was pounding, and even whispers sent spasms through her head.

So a girl had been killed, big deal. It wasn’t like people didn’t die every day. And those damn nosy-bodies had leapt on it like beggars on scraps.

Riza saw things. She heard things. But no one ever saw her as more than the drunken woman. Partaking in a fair share of drink may have dulled her senses, but not her mind. It was an interesting gathering of people here tonight. And it seemed everyone had something to hide.

Riza had decided several things that night regarding those present. The man she had run into earlier wasn’t to be trusted. The woman accompanying him was a hothead. That smooth-talker was no idiot. And that Maltese woman…well, she was a tough one to read. Riza just derived great pleasure from aggravating her.

Upon seeing two figures approaching her, Riza sat to pour herself another drink, but found the bottle to be empty. She flung it across the room, where it smashed against the wall.

Riza didn’t feel well. She stood up unsteadily, but found her path blocked by the hotheaded woman whom Molly was introducing.

“Gout mah way,” Riza slurred.

“Miss Hawkeye, I need to ask you a few questions regarding--”

“Moo!” With a sudden burning sensation, Riza violently projected the contents of her stomach onto the front of the woman, who stepped back in disgust.

Riza stood up unsteadily and began to stagger over to the table with flowers on it which seemed to contain a bottle of wine she could have. Approaching the table, she saw a wilting bouquet of flowers. And there was a note attached. Curious, Riza leaned in closer to inspect the writing. Losing her footing, she tumbled forward and caused the table and all its contents to go crashing to the ground.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Sep-26-2012 19:56

An outraged voice barked at her from behind. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing? Get away from that!” A pair of hands pulled up by the shoulders.

Riza turned and began to laugh: a cruel, hyena-like laugh which gave her the appearance of being deranged. “Wuff header, Valerie,” she mumbled, throwing a glance at the mess both on the ground and on the woman.

“Victoria!” the woman screeched. “And I’ve had just about enough of--”

“Note,” Riza interrupted, gesturing vaguely. “Ehh…flowers.”

“What?”

“Beers,” she said pointedly. “Devil dick knee.” She paused a moment at the blank look on Vulkie’s face. “Neck turd,” she said slowly, as if talking to a particularly slow child.

Riza swayed, squinting. She then meandered back to her seat, muttering something which sounded to Vulkie suspiciously like “idiot.”

Wolf Girl 22
Wolf Girl 22

Sep-26-2012 20:08

Heimlich yanked Therian into an empty room. She turned and blinked at the rather angry man. He was yelling his head off, his face turning positively red. She forced back a smirk.

"ANSWER ME! WHY WERE YOU BACK THERE?" He snapped again. Therian made no attempt to answer. VonVictor's fury was bubbling over. He had had enough with the young chorus girl. She sighed and decided to answer before she was shot.

"My name is Therian Wolf." her quiet voice came out just over a whisper. He had barely heard it.

"That wasn't the question." He glared.

"It wasn't?" She blinked and tilted her head.

"The question was, why were you back there and what did you hear?" Therian bit her lip a moment in thought.

"I didn't hear anything come to think of it.... Should I have?"

"Why were you there?" He watched her carefully. She shrugged and quit talking again. Heimlich wouldn't be able to make her talk by yelling threats. He would have to think of something more creative.
Therian sat down in a chair beside the small table in the room. She acted nervous for a minute then suddenly acted like she owned the world. Heimlich couldn't tell if she was serious or playing with him... He watched her closely, suddenly her eyes widened ever so slightly as someone walked up behind VonVictor.

Jack Billings
Jack Billings
Thespian

Sep-27-2012 00:01

"Why, what a terribly indecorous way to speak to a lady...Von Victor, wasn't it?" Jack Billings purred in his supine way, ambling up behind the two with his hands in his pockets. He wore an impeccable, expensive cream-colored three-piece suit that seemed out of place against the dingy blue wallpaper that was peeling of the aged walls behind him. Von Victor looked up from Therian, his rheumy eyes narrowing.

"Who the hell are you?" he barked gruffly, but of course he knew. Everyone knew who Jack Billings was. He was half the reason there was an audience seated inside the Sahara most nights, the reason that B-list celebrities and businessmen graced its tacky tables. Society attracts society, and Jack Billings' penchant for remaining in the audience slowly but surely increased the number and pedigree of its clientele. This is why, it was well-known, Jack Billings was given the star treatment. Comped drinks all the time, and the staff and girls were under orders to keep him coming back at all costs. Not to mention the depth of his pockets was an attractive marker in and of itself- that is why most of the girls had no problem bending his way.

"Don't be silly, Von Victor." Jack said breezily, waving away the question. "Why don't you go harangue another poor innocent being and leave this one to me? I've been meaning to ask this delightful child a question for ages, but I never did seem to be able to catch her in between peacock feathers and spangles." He threw a wink her way, and sensing an out, Therian smiled warmly at him.

Grumbling loudly, but backing off nonetheless, Heimlich hesitated before turning on his heel. Halfway down the hall, he paused and threw a cunning look Jacks way.

"Very well, Billings. Perhaps Miss Wolf will be more forthcoming with you on what she may have heard. I think it will be most interesting to you in particular." He sneered and left, leaving a trail of malice behind him. Jack raised a brow.


Jack Billings
Jack Billings
Thespian

Sep-27-2012 00:04

"My, Miss Wolf. You simply must have heard the most delicious gossip for old Von Victors feathers to be so ruffled." he said smoothly, adjusting his tie. "I do admit I was so very tired of the tension out there that I wandered back here- though I seem to have found more of it! I was hoping to find Vivien in fact, but I seem to have just missed her. No matter, you are equally lovely company. Won't you sit a while and talk with me?"

He smiled warmly and Miss Wolf chewed her lip in thought, wondering if she ought to stay. And for that matter, wandering if this enigmatic mans ambling backstage was really as innocent as it seemed?

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