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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.


Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-28-2015 10:40

This concludes Airs and Heiresses. Thank you to everyone who followed along. We hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as we enjoyed writing it.

Since most of the current RP group will be participating in NANOWRIMO, the next installment will not begin until December.

Please stay tuned to see more of the (mis)adventures of our assorted cast of characters.

*RPers bow and curtsy to the audience. Lights dim. Curtain falls.*


Oct-28-2015 10:47

Thanks to all the wonderful RP-ers who have participated in the story, from the beginning and until the end.

What started as a small RP in the beginning, has eventually developed into an emotional and suspenseful rollercoaster.

If I might say so myself, I think this story has surpassed itself from what we've written before (but that's my own experience) :)

As per Miss Hawkeye's comment, our next story will (hopefully) begin in December. Until then, readers and RP-ers!

Con Artist

Oct-29-2015 07:11

Congratulations to you all. Airs and Heiresses was quite entertaining and I really enjoyed reading it :-)

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