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Post by frankie on Apr 8, 2007 20:36:40 GMT -5
"Murderous slut!"
*Velma was struck across her beautiful face by a policeman. She hissed and tore away from him*
"I told you bastards a million times, I didn't do it!"
*The cops only laughed at her, leering and taunting as they dragged her to the jail. Suddenly, their attention was drawn away by a street fight, and Velma seized her opportunity. She broke free and ran, never stopping until they were out of sight, and ducking into the first building she saw.*
*Which happened to be the Opera Populair*
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Post by Ed Wood on Jun 1, 2007 0:36:12 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
*No sooner has Holmes guided Wisteria into the Opera than a boisterous figure comes tripping lightly down the stairs towards them. Holmes recognizes the director of the Opera, a highly suspicious character with the unlikely last name of Wood. Wood sees them enter, smiles brightly, and waves.*
Ahh, our new violinist! And a lovely lady; come for an audition, miss?
*The violinist shakes his head and replies that the young miss has a matter of business to settle with the Opera House, and whether he was the proper person to refer to.*
Of course! Opera business is my business, after all. Aren't you that darling creature who sells flowers outside?
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Wisty
- In the Duggins -
Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 1, 2007 1:30:01 GMT -5
*blushes*
I s'pose that's me, Ca--
*remembers how Holmes reacted to being called Captain and tries to bite it back, but also realizes that Holmes hasn't reprimanded her for it since then and decides not to bother*
Captain. I, uh...well I make these arrangements here too, you know.
*gestures to a large one near them*
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Post by Ed Wood on Jun 1, 2007 12:37:01 GMT -5
*Ed beams at Wisty.*
Marvelous! Such talent. I could use an eye like yours onstage. Both of them, actually. But I'm certainly not a captain of anything; was in the WWII, of course, but never had much military ambition. No, my talents lie elsewhere.
*He sighs.*
But what's this business you speak of?
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Wisty
- In the Duggins -
Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 2, 2007 23:24:27 GMT -5
*glances uncertainly at Holmes, trying to remember exactly why she's here*
Well, you see Captain, I been making these arrangements for...for five francs a piece, and Captain here--*gestures to Holmes*--he says I...I deserve more.
*cringes, thinking this whole thing was a very bad idea*
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Post by Ed Wood on Jun 3, 2007 13:29:47 GMT -5
*Ed has no idea why the girl should be so nervous. She was kind of sweet. The tall man with her grimaces over her head, then steps in smoothly.*
"I know for a fact that the last person to hold this office received ten apiece, Monsieur le directeur. The Opera is cheating an honest working girl out of her fair share of the profits. In conclusion, if you wish to retain her services, she will now received twelve francs for each arrangement, in order to make up for previous shortfalls."
*Ed blinks at him, then claps his hands together.*
Of course! *he says easily.* Couldn't happen to a nicer girl. I'm sure we can accommodate; 'sonly right, you know.
*It wasn't his money anyway; but Wood knows a hard bargainer when he sees one, and this violin fellow was uncommonly rigid.*
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Wisty
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Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 3, 2007 16:14:43 GMT -5
*gapes at Wood*
Twelve francs? Oh Captain, I ain't never seen so much money one time before in my whole life! I couldn't! I'm just a common girl, not one o' them fancy flower shop girls!
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Post by Ed Wood on Jun 3, 2007 16:50:22 GMT -5
But you're doing flower-shop work, aren't you?
*Ed smiled and patted her on the head.*
Look, your friend here has gone through such trouble to make your case. And... I suppose if you wanted a shop, well, you'd be able to afford it, with twelve francs per piece.
*Ed had no idea what that meant in dollars, but it sounded fine.*
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Wisty
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Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 4, 2007 12:49:16 GMT -5
*continues gaping, then suddenly throws her arms around Wood*
Oh, thank you, Captain, thank you! I might be able to afford more than one meal a day now!
*lets go and immediately turns and throws her arms around Holmes, exclaiming the same sorts of things, as if he hasn't just heard her say it to Wood*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 4, 2007 17:53:08 GMT -5
*Holmes stiffens immediately at her touch, his hands raising automatically.*
Now, now. That's enough of that.
*He'd only been trying to get rid of her. Well, he had to confess eating once a day was not enough for most people, so he had to admit that he'd done some good. He notices Wood edging away from them, and wishes he could do the same.*
Well. We're even for the flowers then, I think?
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Wisty
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Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 4, 2007 18:49:44 GMT -5
*puzzled* I told you we was even before, Captain. I told you you needn't even pay.
*realizes she's still clutching that same old daffodil*
NOW will you take this, Captain? As my thanks, for helping me?
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Renfield
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I'm only here for the rats
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Post by Renfield on Jun 4, 2007 20:54:34 GMT -5
*Renfield waited until the detective was alone to approach him*
"A word with you, sir."
*He tipped his hat*
"I understand you seek information regarding the disapearance of a certain actress."
*Peter Lorre-esq grin*
"Drop it now. The master wouldn't like it."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 5, 2007 9:33:56 GMT -5
*Holmes sighs. So literal-minded, these girls. It was mere courtesy.*
Yes. And thank you.
*He accepts the trampled-looking flower delicately.*
I shall treasure it, *he says dryly.* Now, shouldn't you watch over your cart? *He does not feel ill-disposed towards the girl, and he is satisfied with having helped her. But her chatter is too much so early in the morning, and her gratitude unnecessary. When she is gone, he is accosted by a small, rat-like man who has clearly been living in the cellars and engaging in unsavory activities.*
I do, *he says with asperity.* And I most decidedly will not. What is your interest in the matter?
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Renfield
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Post by Renfield on Jun 5, 2007 13:54:24 GMT -5
*Renfield shook his head*
"Not my interest. The master's. He doesn't like other people taking his pretty things. He likes to play with them until they aren't pretty anymore."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 5, 2007 16:10:36 GMT -5
*Inwardly, Holmes blanched. He caught the man's meaning all too clearly.*
"And your master would be?"
*He knew his height was intimidating, that his steel-grey eyes could pierce. Watson had so written. He would use everything he had.*
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