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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jul-6-2015 11:19

New York, 1938
St. Regis Hotel
Rooftop Nightclub

"So there I was, staring down a barrel INCHES from death...and I told the man, 'darling REALLY, if you simply must shoot me do allow me to remove my earrings. They are Cartier, you know." Molly Maltese paused to take a sip of her Red Snapper, popping the olive neatly between her cherub lips before gnashing it to a pulp. "And the man was quite flummoxed, he said- I say, is that Riza Hawkeye?"

She rose, the group of rapt men in tuxedos and women in glittering dresses and furs murmuring their protests as she wended through their knees. But the apparition she was quite sure had been Riza Hawkeye had vanished in the crowd of New York socialites populating the exclusive terrace.

"Well, this place is a bit ritzy for Riza." she murmured, fairly certain her old acquaintance didn't make a habit of populating social-climbing fetes. And she reasoned, any time Riza had appeared before it was hardly ever for a pleasant cause. Well, maybe that was unfair. It just seemed she was more the swirl-of-furs-and-stiletto-daggers type than a frothy socializer like Molly herself.

Peering around, Molly saw nothing but the shadowed faces of revelers partially cloaked in the smoky haze. She had just been about to give up and go back to her companions when the most shocking hubbub began. Over on the north part of the terrace, she could distinctly hear the shouts of men and panicked screeching of females. Moving forward, she could just make out..

"Did you see... The Ambassador... who could have... murder! Someone has pushed the Ambassador off the building!" Molly picked up speed, expertly weaving through the crowd of panicked voices. Sirens already began to sound twenty stories below. Just as she grasped the ledge and looked over, an all too familiar voice sounded in her left ear.

"Oh hello there, old friend. Lovely breeze out today."

Before her stood Riza Hawkeye herself, looking utterly unruffled as several ladies fainted behind her.


Arielle Zeo
Arielle Zeo

Sep-4-2015 10:31

***Thank you to Ms. Hawkeye for helping me with my writer's block and I am very sorry for the delay***


Sep-4-2015 13:54

As Molly dragged Vulkie down the stairwell, Vulkie genuinly got scared. "I'm sorry Molly," Vulkie said, "it was a relapse into my old habits, as a jewelry thief."

Molly didn't care; she still dragged Vulkie through the basement hallway and into the torture room.

As Molly threw Vulkie on the floor and switched the light on, Vulkie got a glance at the items inside the room. It had a stone table where a person could be cuffed, arms and legs spread. And a ceiling pipe, where people could be hung from. It also had a couple of strangely shaped boxes, with black covers on them.

"Oh, look, Joseph and Riza left me some presents..." Molly said, with an evil grin on her face, and lifted the black cover from a rectangle shaped tank. As Vulkie took a look at what was crawling inside the tank, she shrieked and screamed: "ARE THOSE SPIDERS?!"

"MAYBE YOU OUGHT TO EAT THESE TOO!" Molly shouted, with an enraged voice. "OH, HOW ABOUT A SALAMANDER OR TWELVE!" Molly added, lifting another black cover off and revealing another tank; this one filled with the aforementioned salamanders

"Molly, get a hold of yourself---AIEEEE!" Vulkie said, ending in a high-pitched shriek. Molly had picked Vulkie up and put her head into the spider tank. She could feel the spiders crawl on her face.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" she screamed and started to kick furiously, but Molly stepped aside and still held Vulkie's head into the tank.

"Just a bit longer..." Molly mused and started to whistle. As the spiders kept crawling on her face, Vulkie closed her eyes and imagined that she was at a happy place; preferably, a place that didn't involve eight-legged arachnids.

"There we go," Molly said, with a smile on her face, and she lifted Vulkie's head out of the spider basin. She then dragged her towards the table, laying Vulkie down and putting the chains on her legs. Her hands didn't need to be tied up; she still had a pair of handcuffs on.

(cont in next post)


Sep-4-2015 13:56

"Now that we've introduced you to the lovely itsy bitsy spiders, it's time to ask why you pointed a gun onto Marc. He's your friend," Molly demanded, with a raised eyebrow.

"It's... It's because... that Sphinx Goon told us to trust no one. And in a moment of desparation, I thought that, because Marc.. HE DROPPED ME!" Vulkie shouted. Molly looked into Vulkie's eyes. Molly could see that Vulkie truly believed Marc was a part of Sphinx.

"Vulkie, I was there; Marc got tackled, by Hassan. There's no way he would do that on purpose." Molly calmly answered, patting Vulkie on the cheeks.

Vulkie swallowed and said with a concerned voice: "I know; but when I look in his eyes, I see something different. You can't have failed to notice that as well, Molly. He's thinking the same as I'm doing at this moment. TRUST NO ONE!" Vulkie said and began to kick around again with her legs...

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-4-2015 18:52

Did Zuan’s new friend “Arielle” just call him father?” Joseph stared at the little nymph with piercing green eyes-- eyes that resembled Lizette.

“Josee?” Joseph could not believe himself. The detective had searched high and low over the years for Anais and Josee, to a point of despair. In hopelessness he took console in all the wrong ways, lost himself and hurt those around him in irreversible ways, until he found a resemblance of redemption in Zhou Zuan. He missed Josee dearly. He wanted to just run over and hold her with his dear life. The anguish and the regrets... Joseph wants to smooth her hair and tell him how much he missed her, that he had turned his world upside down looking for them…

Instead, Joseph just stood frozen on the spot. “Are you in your right mind? Shanghai is a dangerous place! War is about to break! What the heck do you think you doing here?” His voice was surprisingly too loud.

“I can take care of myself,” Arielle replied coldly, “I managed without you all these years.”

Joseph looked away, frantically searching in futility for a place to hide his eyes.

“I see you are enjoying yourself.” Arielle looked at Zhou Zuan in a different light. “I thought you were deep in the mire but I guess not…”

Zhou Zuan looked at Joseph accusingly. Did he abandon his wife and child long ago? What kind of man was she with? Thinking back on the past year she had been with Joseph though, Zhou Zuan doubted the story was that simple.

“Arielle, I think you should let your father explain.” Zhou Zuan said calmly.

Joseph remained silent.

Arielle’s face twisted in pain as she stood up, “I would just leave right now if Aunt Anais is not in trouble-”

Just then, they all heard a single loud bang from the door.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-4-2015 19:17


Joseph's mind hung on that one single name.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Sep-4-2015 21:01

After couple minutes had passed, Riza decided she didn't have time to wait around and find out what Joseph was up to. The direct method would be so much quicker. Besides, the least he could do was bring her some ice for her damn feet.

Riza stalked over to the residence and paused in front of the door. She could hear faint voices. One was definitely Joseph's, but there seemed to be two female ones as well. What was happening on the other side?

Suddenly overcome with a familiar sickening feeling, Riza clenched her fist. She slammed it into the door with a loud BANG, causing it to shudder in its frame.

"Joseph!" she bellowed. "You better open this door in the next five seconds or I'm going to kick it down!"

Within seconds, the door flew open. There stood Joseph, a half-startled, half-confused look plastered to his face. And behind him were two young women. One of them she did not recognize, but the other's face seemed familiar somehow. Yet, Riza could not immediately place her.

"R-Riza," Joseph began with widened eyes, swiftly turning to look at the girls behind him, then turning right back. His usually cool demeanor was gone, replaced by pure panic.

Riza's eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. "So. Which one of these girls are you fucking?"

The girl Riza did not recognize flinched, while the other one turned her eyes to Joseph. The fire in that look could burn a hole through his skull.

"It's not--" Joseph began, but Riza cut him off.

"How could you? Did you run away from New York and the baby just so you could come here and screw the next moving thing?"

"Baby?" the angry girl asked. "What baby?"

Nobody answered her.

"You told me to leave," Joseph fired back at Riza, suddenly finding his courage. "You threw daggers at my head and yelled at me to get out. Why are you even here?"

Riza faltered for a second.

"Did you love me all along? Is that it?" Joseph yelled.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Sep-4-2015 21:01

"No," Riza said quietly, staring at the floor. "You and I both know I was a replacement. There's no sense denying it. I just...don't want anyone else to get hurt." She looked meaningfully at the girl clutching the table behind Joseph.

Then without warning, Riza began to chuckle. She could tell was close to losing it. She pressed a hand over her eyes. "I know you loved Anais all along." She removed her hand, catching the stricken expression on Joseph's face. It looked as though his biggest secret had been found out.

"You knew my mother?" the familiar-looking girl interjected, drawing the attention in the room.

"Your mother?" Riza asked, not comprehending. Hold on. If Anais was that girl's mother, then...but it couldn't be! "Josee?" she said incredulously, taking a fresh look at the girl in front of her.

"What the hell is going on here!" Riza demanded.

Meanwhile, Joseph Zeo looked like he was having the worst day ever.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-5-2015 02:57

Clutching the table, Zhou Zuan was about to faint. Two fruitless days of search and her mother was still nowhere in sight; then her anchor turned out to be the biggest lie in her life. A baby he abandoned, and the girl she decided to confide in was shockingly his daughter as well. How many women had he left behind? Zhou Zuan was on the edge of despair but she would not let herself crumble.

“I want everyone to leave. Please.” Zhou Zuan announced. The serenity in her voice was frightening. The room fell silent.

Joseph was trapped in the same room with three important women from different stages of his life, but the one he truly longed for wasn’t even there. “Anais,” Joseph’s eyes drilled into Arielle’s, “You said she is in trouble. Where is she?” Joseph spoke as if he was deaf to Zhou Zuan’s words. Perhaps he really didn’t hear her. Everyone else felt uneasy about his ignorance.

“She is trapped in Karachi, in the Bahá'u'lláh community…” Arielle spoke weakly. She wasn’t sure if she should reply given the host of the house basically just showed them the door.

Zhou Zuan could not believe this. Joseph had completely ignored her plead. He was calloused to a point of monstrosity. This Anais woman, Zhou Zuan had never heard Joseph mentioned her. The girl then realized their relationship had been one sided from the start. Joseph always helped her with her mother’s problems. Joseph always attended every performance she gave. Joseph was always a quiet presence looking out for her. She had not known him from the inside.

A large drop of warm tear splashed on the red wood table Zhou Zuan was leaning against. For the first time since she was sold, the songstress cried in front of others. She would not allow that to happen. Without a word, Zhou Zuan dashed out of the door, leaving behind in her own house 3 total strangers, including Joseph.

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Sep-6-2015 15:10

"Jasper," Edward said as he shut the door to the backseat of the car, "I want you to get a message out to the British embassy when you get Frank to the Embassy. It's about to hit the fan and I want us to be prepared. See if they can get some people to meet us in 24 hours. Get Archibald Kerr out of there and to a safe place."

"You got it, boss," Jasper said as he drove off onto the highway. Edward waited a moment and walked in as Molly attacked Vulkie.

Reasoning with Molly didn't work to well and when the screams became too unbearable, he made up his mind to stop the madness. But as he made his way to the door, but it slammed open. Molly stormed out followed by a badly shaken Vulkie. Ed shook his head as he went back into the room and noticed two more people gone: Riza and Joseph Zeo.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as he tried to think. This would be a lot easier if everyone could get together at the same time.

"We do not have much time," he said turning towards the real of the people in the room. "Ambassador Kerr is in danger. Jasper is getting a message to British Royal Guards to help us."

"What's the plan?" Marc asked.

"An ambush," Ed replied. "If we can get some of the British Royal Guards, we set up an ambush at the embassy. Jack, Sphinx's second in command is set to lead a huge raid the get to Kerr. We get Jack, we get the Sphinx leader and put and end to this madness."

"And what is your plan exactly, for this ambush?"

Edward stopped. He didn't think that through. Truth was, he was making it up as he went. But then it came to him. It would risk the ambassador's life, but it would be a risk he was willing to take. He knew if he it didn't work, he would ultimately lose his job. "We use Ambassador Kerr as live bait," Edward responded. "As soon as Jasper, Riza and Joseph, if he still want take to help, get back, we are going to leave. I suggest you all get some rest."

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Sep-6-2015 15:14

Edward stepped outside. It was now late afternoon, coming up on twenty four hours since the attack. He silently wished everyone would hurry back. He reached into his coat pocket an pulled out his flask. It was empty. "Damn," he whispered to himself.

"Care for some company?" Marc asked as he came up behind him. He offered Edward a cigarette, who politely declined.

"Your plan," Marc started, "I don't like it."

"I know," Edward said quietly.

"You're making it up as you go. Not always the wisest choice, you know."

Edward closed his eyes. He hated being told that. "There's no time to make a big plan," Edward said, "but I have an idea. I'd like you to be on overwatch with a rifle across from his office window. Watch for snipers on any adjacent buildings. Jasper will accompany you."

"I'll do whatever it takes to make sure Ambassador Kerr lives," Marc replied. The tone in his voice told Ed he wasn't happy with that plan still. Ed only hoped Marc was a damn good shot.

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