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Post by Myridd on Mar 1, 2010 20:12:44 GMT -5
Gotham Island, Lighthouse 11pm. Raining.
Renee Montoya, also know as Question, had just arrived home after a full night of pro-bono detective work. The fact she had spent hours deducing and had come up with nothings has left her a bit stressed. Nevertheless, even if she had had a good day, she wouldn't of been prepared for what she saw in her bedroom.
After turning the knob, opening her bedroom door and reaching for the light switch, she is greeted by a familiar voice. "Hello Renee."
Her fingers finally hit the switch, causing bright golden light to illuminate the handsome half of the face of Harvey Dent as he stands at the foot of her bed seemingly picking through Renee's clothes that he had strewn across her bed.
"You and I will be attending play tomorrow, at Gotham theatre. I am disappointed to see that you have nothing pretty to wear."
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 1, 2010 20:26:43 GMT -5
The Question's Lighthouse
Harvey Dent. Two-Face.
He had saved her life, more than once, after the earthquake. Her entire family owed him their lives... he had nearly gotten himself killed to save her brother.
She also owed him the fact that she never saw her family any more. He had outed her, killed people in the process. Killed her friends, and made her family aware of the secret that had led them to ejecting her from their lives.
A noble man and a brutal killer, a hero and a villain. Harvey Dent and Two-Face. And her opinions of him were as mixed as he himself was... she honestly liked Harvey Dent, but Two-Face had done things that she could never forgive.
Tot's likely gone home... which means Harvey probably didn't hurt him. He's not carrying openly, but he always has that gun under his jacket... has to be ready for the coin to fall the wrong way. Still, takes a moment to draw from concealment... She pulled her hat off nonchalantly. Harvey now. Could be Two-Face at any moment. "You shouldn't be in my bedroom, Harvey... I didn't invite you, and it's not polite. What's this about a play?" He'll know I'm trying to get in range to disarm him if I advance... I'm moving my bedroom to one with windows after this, so I can see if lights are on when I'm on my way to the house.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 1, 2010 20:43:07 GMT -5
Harvey held up a rather racy leather skirt of Montaya's, not even looking her way as he responds. "I apologise for inconviencing you, would you of rather I wait in the hall?" He tosses the skirt over his shoulder into a pile of what appeared to be discards. "The play we are going to is called La Primrose.. The actress playing Lady Primrose is my niece, Lucy. There have been threats to her life by an over zealous fan." He finally turned to look at her, his face displaying a displeasure that would usually make a grown man flee. "I am forbidden to have contact with Lucy due to certain. . circumstances." He says, the cruel half of his lips curling up into a smirk. "However, she needs to be protected. She is a sweet and innocent girl, and I am calling in my favors. As Harvey." He took a step towards Montoya, spreading his hands apart so as she realises he does not intend to go for his gun. "I only ask you meet her. Investigate a little. See if there is anything to this stalker. I will pay you."
It was than Renee caught the pleading tone in his voice, the touch of saddness. The despair at the thought of anything happening to his niece.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 1, 2010 21:40:27 GMT -5
Question's Lighthouse
Renee listened to everything Harvey said, then sighed. "Get me the tickets. I'll be there... but I'll be going on my own. Harvey..." She shook her head. "Even if you aren't a danger there, and I honestly believe that you wouldn't be, people recognize you, and the fear that would create would make my keeping her safe harder. But I promise... I'll do everything in my power to protect her."
As I'd do for any innocent. You're letting me off this debt easy, Harvey, and you know it... and you know I know it, and that I'm waiting for the rest of the game to show up.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 1, 2010 21:58:36 GMT -5
Question's Lighthouse
Harvey immediately dug into his pocket, but produced only one ticket. "The other goes to an associate of mine. An extra pair of eyes for this case. My niece will want for nothing, and that includes her uncle's protection."
He than began to walk out of Renee's room, pausing at the door way and glancing over his shoulder with his less than pretty side of his face. "Wear the red dress, strappy heels, and that black trench. Its supposed to rain tomorrow." And with that, he leaves the lighthouse, being kind enough to lock the door behind him.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 2, 2010 4:57:15 GMT -5
The Lighthouse
Renee sighed as Two-Face left the room. Any meeting with Harvey Dent that ends with neither of us shot is a good meeting, I guess... wait, do I still own the red dress? Does Harvey Dent know more about my wardrobe than I do? She pulled off her long coat, laying it over her chair to dry. "Tot's going to yell at me over this... not that I have a lot of choice. I'm not even sure if Harvey's wanted for anything at the moment..." She leaned forward to pull her boot off. "I wonder who Harvey's associate is..." She sat up for a moment, fighting down the urge to follow Two-Face and find out. Some questions answer themselves, as long as you're patient. And sleep is required for vigilance. "I'll call Tot tomorrow."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 2, 2010 12:05:16 GMT -5
The next day, Gotham Theatre. Still Raining.
The hustle and bustle of Gotham's elite play attending crowd was not diminished even in this downpour. Only instead of comparing the latest fashion of hairstyles and dresses, the compared fashionable umbrellas and raincoats. It seemed like opening night of La Primrose was a total sell out, even a handful of people had shown up to try to scalp tickets.
Jim Gordon hated scenes like this, the crowds, the fancy people, he would much rather be at work. But, La Primrose had been his wife's favorite book, and he had long ago made a promise to her to see it if it ever became a movie or play. So here he was, Jim Gordon, the chief of Gotham PD, standing in line, hunched against the weather waiting to be allowed into the theatre. I wish Barbara hadn't canceled. Than I would of at least had someone to talk too.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 2, 2010 16:43:42 GMT -5
The Theater
Renee must have been quite a sight... her badly-beaten brown overcoat and hat protecting her barely-ever-worn dress and heels from the falling rain. She stumbled on the heels once, then as she caught her balance also caught sight of Jim Gordon. Smiling, she waved with the hand not currently holding her hat on. "Jim!"
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Post by Myridd on Mar 2, 2010 17:11:46 GMT -5
The Theatre. The Line for La Primrose
"Renee?" Jim Gordon asked, not believing that he saw his former cop, soaked to the bone in a vivid red dress coming towards him. "What are you doing out here in this weather? Don't tell me you're a fan of La Primrose?" He held out his umbrella so it covered her, and allowed her to join him in line.
"How have you been, since you left the force?" Jim asked, looking slightly guilty. He had always thought Renee was a excellent cop and felt terrible about what had caused her to leave the force. If he could, he would do anything to bring her back to the force.
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Post by amstard on Mar 2, 2010 18:02:50 GMT -5
Fareed Al-Malaki, aka Mr. Murphy, got out of his cab, tipped the driver, and looked around. He spotted his "date", a woman drenched by the same downpour which was raining down off of his top hat. For this occasion, he had dressed up in a tuxedo, complete with coat and tails.
"Hey there!" he called out, hurrying toward Renee, waving his ticket. He stopped, close by, and nodded to Jim. "Commissioner," he acknowledged. "Good to see you, Renee...glad I'm not late." His face clouded over a little bit as he mumbled under his breath, "like I ever am."
"So! Shall we go?"
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 2, 2010 18:28:34 GMT -5
Renee shook her head to Gordon. "I really have no idea... I'm here as a favor to an old friend... as for how I've been doing... I've been keeping busy. Things are getting better, but I think I've got a ways to go."
On hearing her name called out, she turned to see the person approaching. "Are you..." She paused a moment. "Are you the one I was supposed to meet here?"
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Post by amstard on Mar 2, 2010 20:03:49 GMT -5
"Well, if you have a ticket for...box seat no. 5 or 7, then yes; our mutual friend sent me to meet you."
Murphy strived to look enthused about the situation, but wasn't doing a great job at it; this was yet another go-fer mission with nothing exciting going on. Well, paid the rent, I suppose...
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Post by Myridd on Mar 2, 2010 22:14:27 GMT -5
Still in the rain.
The line began to move as the theatre opened and the ticket takers appeared to guide people to their seats. Jim Gordon shot Renee a rather confused glance, gesturing with his eyes towards the young man who had joined her. Aware that it was probably none of his business, he let it go, gave his ticket to the taker, and was guided to the same box seats are Renee and Murphy. Though sitting a row back.
A rich, young couple were seated next to Jim, and an old man who probably would not hear a word from the stage sat next to Renee.
The music started, a rich catchy number as the curtain raised. In the middle of the stage, against the painted backdrop of France, was a girl no taller than five feet but she owned the stage. She was dressed in a rather racy lace dress, which maximized her limited assets, had a head of long blonde curls, and could sashay with the best of them. Most impressive of all was when she opened her pouty red lips and began to sing acapella opera.
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 3, 2010 6:02:06 GMT -5
The Theater
I'm not going to stare at Two-Face's niece. I'm not going to stare at Two-Face's niece. I'm not... damn, I'm staring at Two-Face's niece. She pulled her eyes from the singer, surveying the crowd, starting with those in the front rows of the floor seating and near the front of each box, looking for anything out of place.
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Post by amstard on Mar 3, 2010 8:35:12 GMT -5
The Theatre
That is one pretty lady, thought Murphy. Too bad we live in a world where people want to hurt someone that nice-looking.
"Ah, well," he sighed, stretching and getting up after a few minutes of performance. "I'll be right back; I need to use the...facilities."
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