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Airs and Heiresses

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jul-6-2015 11:19

New York, 1938
St. Regis Hotel
Rooftop Nightclub









Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Sep-9-2015 11:35

Riza lay on a bed upstairs, an arm flung over her eyes. Dealing with people was always so exhausting. She much preferred the solitude afforded her by this tiny bedroom. She had no idea where Arielle had run off to, and things couldn’t get underway until Marc had returned. Riza figured it was a good time to unwind. As she lay there, her thoughts wandered from one thing to the next, her mind so preoccupied by worry she thought sleep was impossible.

However, without realizing it, Riza eventually dozed off.

The arrangements had been made. It had taken months to track down her grandmother--the last time Riza had seen her was when she was a small girl. Then came the uncomfortable explanations: her parents’ murder, her disappearance and refashioning, Joseph and the baby. Of course, Riza skirted over the unsavory sections. But she had a feeling her Waipo knew anyway.

Now Riza was here, standing in front of the very same door, with her daughter clinging to her neck. She knocked, and after a moment heard the shuffle of footsteps from within. Hefting the baby in her arms, Riza wondered if she would miss it. The hair pulling. The crying. The baby smell. The joyous laughter. Those curious eyes. All the things which she had grown accustomed to over the past year.

As the door began to swing open, Riza was seized by a bout of uncertainty. Did she really want to do this? She wasn’t sure anymore. All logic dictated that it was best if the child grew up away from the life Riza had known. She didn’t consider herself a fit mother. But still a part of her did not want to let her baby go.

It was then that Riza realized she cared deeply for her daughter. She had become accustomed to sacrificing her own needs for the needs of this little one. When had that happened? When had she become a stranger to herself?

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Sep-9-2015 11:36

An elderly, wrinkled woman appeared at the door. Locking eyes with Riza, she wordlessly reached out for the baby. A current of understanding passed between them.

“It’s not goodbye forever. Someday I’ll come back for you, I promise,” Riza murmured to the child, smoothing her jet-black locks for the last time.

The baby began to wail as the old woman took her in her arms and started down the hall. As the door began to swing shut, the child twisted in her grasp and reached her arm out towards her mother. A wrenching pain ran though Riza’s heart. As the child started to cry, Riza felt tears of her own threatening to drop. Reluctantly, she turned away. It was the hardest thing she had ever done.

“I’ll always love you, Charlotte,” Riza whispered, so softly that only she could hear.

Steeling herself, she quickly strode away, leaving a tiny trail of tears in the dirt.

When Riza awoke, she had trouble seeing. It took a moment to realize her vision was clouded by tears. She swiped a sleeve across her eyes. Had she been crying in her sleep? The hollow feeling still resonated within her, only one of the plethora of emotions threatening to choke her.

Riza sat up, drawing her legs to her chest. She buried her face in her knees and began to sob.

Arielle Zeo
Arielle Zeo

Sep-9-2015 20:08

"Where are we going?" Marc asked the girl who strode slightly ahead of him.

Arielle tossed back a glance to the man accompaning her. "I need to get my things, amoung other things. Don't worry, we are not too far away."

Marc sighed, this girl was as frusterating to talk to as Jospeh at his worst. At least the girl had answered the question. He thought about asking her about Anais, but thought not. He'd probably just be frusterated if he tried to converse.

Soon they arrived at a small wool shop. Arielle motioned Marc to follow her around to the back, where she quickly ducked inside.

"Philippe?" Arielle called, "I'm back."

A young man peeked his head into the room, scowling when he saw Marc. "Arielle, who is this? First you reject my protection in an opium den, and now you bring some strange man to my home?"

Marc looked on in interest as Arielle scowled at the man. "Louis-Philippe Messelier, this is Mr. Lacrimosa," Arielle waved her hands between the two men, "Mr. Lacrimosa, this is Louis-Philippe Messelier. Philippe has a bit of an advantage over you, Mr. Lacrimosa, as he has heard much about you, and I doubt that you have ever heard of Philippe."

Messelier held his hand out to shake, though suspicion still shown from his face.

"Arielle, what the hell is going on? And stop calling me 'Mr. Lacrimosa' for God's sake. I'm not that old!" Marc groused even as he shook Messelier's hand.

"I'll explain later, Mr. Marc. We don't have much time," Arielle turned to Philippe, "I found Father, and Aunt Riza. I'm not entirely sure why they are here, but most of Mother's friends are all here, in Shanghai."

"I am ever at your service, Elle, you know that. Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready," Philippe called over his should as he bounded up the stairs.

Marc burst out "What the hell is going on? Who is he? Why is he 'at your service'? He is not coing with us! How do you know we can trust him?" He thought to himself, 'How do we know we can trust you?'

Arielle Zeo
Arielle Zeo

Sep-9-2015 20:08





M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Sep-10-2015 18:51










M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Sep-10-2015 18:51









M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa
Sleuth About Town

Sep-10-2015 18:51



Jasper fired a shot. "Got him!"








Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-11-2015 09:07




Zeo remembered too clearly that ambush behind their own ambush.




Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-11-2015 09:08










Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Sep-11-2015 09:11








“Jack!” Zeo looked around.








Ed and Joseph yelled out at the same time.





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