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Post by Myridd on Mar 3, 2010 11:35:59 GMT -5
The Hallway
As Murphy leaves the box seats, he notices the man who had given him the job, leaning against the wall, idly spinning a pencil within his fingers. Upon hearing footsteps, Harvey Dent looks up and grins at Mr. Murphy, causing chills to run down the lucky man's spine.
"Glad to see you could make it. You like the singer? She's my niece." He stated simply, leaving more openings for questions than he had given answers.
The Box Seats.
Shortly after Mr. Murphy left, Jim Gordon leaned over and tapped Renee on the shoulder. "Is this play. . about prostitution?" He asks, feeling slightly embarrassed that he didn't know before hand, and he couldn't help worrying about his late wife's taste in books.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 3, 2010 21:54:15 GMT -5
The Box Seats
"I think it's supposed to be a story of someone's rise from the bottom of society, to where they're in a position to help others. If we look at it that way... I think there might be something we can both empathize with there." Renee turned her eyes toward the curtains, now, seeking any unexpected movement.
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Post by amstard on Mar 3, 2010 23:23:55 GMT -5
Murphy nodded to Dent, trying to conceal his discomfort.
"She's excellent...I'm sure you're proud of her. Don't worry; we'll take care of things."
Then, if possible, he scurries off, heading towards the "employees only" area.
Something'll turn up.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 4, 2010 13:39:36 GMT -5
Box Seats
Jim looked thoughtful for a moment, than a sweet smile creeped across his face. "Yes. If you look at it that way, its really quite love. Montoya, I couldn't help but notice you've been scanning the crowd, not much paying attention. Expecting something to go down?"
Entrance to Backstage.
Mr. Murphy was greeted by a pair of stone faced guards, each wearing matching sailor outfits with the striped shirts and white flared pants. Matching little caps too.
"Wha ya want kid?" One of them said, slightly slurring his words, possibly due to a speech impediment.
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Post by amstard on Mar 4, 2010 14:46:51 GMT -5
Murphy looks the two guards over closely.
"Are you part of the show? Cause those outfits...man, I only hoped someone picked them out for you. Then, at least, you'd just be spineless, not blind too."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 4, 2010 14:57:24 GMT -5
Backstage area.
The guard who had spoke crosses his arms and looked down at Murphy as the other guard looked at his outfit as if he hadn't realised there was something wrong with it.
"Hy haf ya kno, Messtress Lucee is rather fond o' these outfits. She's the star, we wear them for her!" His speech seemed to get better the madder he got. Another person appeared behind Mr. Murphy, a girl about sixteen. Dressed in black, obviously stage crew.
"Awh, don't be so hard on them, huh? If Mistress Lamour looked at you with those eyes of hers, you'ld put on a sailor suit too." The dark skinned girl smiled, her eyes dark like coal. A complete contrast to Ms. Lucy Lamour, but stiking just the same. "Now, what are you trying to do? Get a sneak peek of the girls getting changed for ACT 2? No need really, you would pretty much see everything on stage anyway."
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 4, 2010 17:42:23 GMT -5
Box Seats
Renee shrugged a bit. "It's Gotham, Commissioner. There's always something ready to go down. Plus..." She glanced at the stage. "One of the actresses has a relative... someone who has a lot of enemies on both sides of the fight."
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Post by amstard on Mar 4, 2010 20:19:46 GMT -5
Mr. Murphy turned around and smiled at the newcomer.
"As enticing as that sounds...no. I am, however, interested in production and stage work; I used to be in a circus, and so entertainment stuff fascinates me." Here he looked a little abashed, and continued, "I was hoping to find a way backstage so I could see how these sorts of things are done."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 4, 2010 21:42:55 GMT -5
Backstage Area Entrance The girl grinned widely. "Sure. Come on, I'll take you back." She looked at the sailor dressed guards. "Comin' through boys."
The guards smile at her, but glare at Murphy as he passes through.
Box Seats
"Montoya, you've got to learn to relax. " Jim Gordon whispered into her ear. "Especially when you have notions of plots and we are not the only people in the box seats." He than tilted his head slightly indicating the man sitting next to Renee and the couple sitting next to him who now looked worried.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 5, 2010 3:22:26 GMT -5
Box Seats
Renee smiled a bit, to relax those around her. "Sorry, Jim... old habits die hard." Like deferring to you. She continued her visual sweep of the theater.
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Post by amstard on Mar 5, 2010 10:37:12 GMT -5
Mr. Murphy heads backstage with his guide, looking around carefully for anything unusual while genuinely enjoying this peek into the nuts and bolts of theatre production.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 6, 2010 13:40:12 GMT -5
The Theatre
Renee Montoya, Jim Gordon, and Mr. Murphy watched the play until intermission from their respective spots, since Mr. Murphy was behind the stage.
Intermission came, the curtains fell, and the theatre goers filed out of their seats and went to sip wine and nibble on crackers as they smoozed and chattered. Most of them ignored Renee, but a few came to chat with Jim Gordon, including a few obvious widows that he didn't seem interested in. Harvey Dent was no where to be seen.
The audience filed back to their seats, properly sauced for the next act. The curtain raised, and than there was an earsplitting scream, one that was obvious not part of the play. In the middle of the stage, where the lovely Lucy should of been, was a man dressed very much like the security guards Mr. Murphy had ran into. He was face down, obviously dead in a pool of his own blood, a metal pole sticking through his back.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 6, 2010 18:36:08 GMT -5
The Theater
Renee made her way down from the box, moving toward the stage through the crowd rather than via backstage. She fully expected that her companion and Gordon would be nearby - counted on it, in fact.
Once there, she knelt down to survey the victim, whispering to Murphy, "Find the girl... this could be a distraction. Make sure she's safe." She then spoke a bit louder, to Jim. "You know I know how to secure a scene... mind if I help do that while we wait for a detective to arrive to take charge?"
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Post by amstard on Mar 6, 2010 18:43:20 GMT -5
Murphy nodded, looking around quickly for any sign of Lucy. Not finding any, he stopped, took a breath, and whispered "Damn it!" to himself. He then spun himself around, eyes closed, and headed off in a random direction, cursing the entire time.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 7, 2010 15:34:40 GMT -5
Theatre, The Stage.
"Montoya!" A voice sounded as Renee had finished securing the scene. The rest of the sailor security guards had been essential in establishing a perimeter. Renee turned to see another familiar face. However, she did not know whether to be pleased of not.
The face was of Jack Houston, a detective she had gone through the academy with and she hadn't spoke to since she was kicked off the force. She had never been sure what Jack thought of her, but the pretty boy detective was grimacing now as he approached her.
"What have we got? Security guard, post through his back?" Jack Houston said, immediately taking control, but obviously not ousting Renee from the investigation. He glanced at the rafters above the stage, sent a officer to talk to the stage crew. Houston than turned to Montoya. "Detective Houston. Assigned to Homicide. Montoya. What have you learned?"
Theatre, Hallway to dressing rooms.
Murphy paced down the hall, cursing himself. Suddenly, officers began to appear around him, speaking to the stage crew, but oddly leaving Murphy alone. A moment later he heard a soft clank, coming from above. Immediately turning his head upward, he saw a bit of movement coming from the air conditioner vent above him.
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