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				Title: <strong>Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style  - STORYLINE ENDED</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 16:37:17</strong>
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				Anyone is welcome to join!&nbsp; Please PM your character's background to me and I'll add it to this thread for others to view.&nbsp; Thanks!! - The Doll<br><br>Please include:<br>1.&nbsp; Name of your character unless you want to play an existing NPC - scroll down to the 1st summary (if so provide that name)<br>2.&nbsp; Physical Description (or picture)<br>3.&nbsp; Personality that the average person would know<br>4.&nbsp; How your character knows Geraldine&nbsp; (she's the link between everyone)<br>5.&nbsp; Your character's current occupation<br>6.&nbsp; Figure out a secret/darkside of your character that you get to choose when you want to reveal it.&nbsp; -or- let me know if you want one of the NPC's to reveal it through rp which means I pick when.&nbsp; :) <br><br>Scroll down to the exclamation marks to find the summaries (unless I find out how to make a link to a text :)&nbsp; &nbsp; if anyone already knows, please PM me) <br><br><strong>The idea:</strong><br>The era is the late 1920's.... women are rediscovering their sexual freedom.. Men are modeling themselves after Al Capone.&nbsp; The atmosphere is party like.&nbsp; Christmas is around the corner and people are in an unusually joyful mood.&nbsp; You've been invited to a prestigious dinner party in the heart of affluent Chicago.&nbsp; The invitation was rather mysterious - black with gold writing that only said the place and time but you're at ease since you know the host Geraldine Manfred from your university days and remember her as being a rather uppity society dame with a very very wild side.&nbsp; The other interesting observation about the invitation is that it had three words in an elegant 'blood red' script much different from the font the invitation was written in and you found it on the back of the invitation.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"<em>It was you</em>."</strong><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Scene 1</em></span><br>As you arrive, lightly falling snow is lit up by a hundred flickering candles that line the circular drive where luxury Model T Fords, Packards and Buick sedans are arriving at a steady pace.&nbsp; Women in furs and men in fedoras are entering the huge double doors that lead into the Grande Luxington Hotel. Through the doors you hear glasses filled with champagne tinkling interspersed with soft feminine laughter and periodic huge guffaws most of it seeming to come from a group close to an east door. <br><br>You are stopped at the door by a very appropriately dressed doorman who extends his hand as if waiting for something.&nbsp; Of course you've been to many soirees such as this and know to hand him your invitation.&nbsp; He takes it and then gives you pause.&nbsp; A slow knowing smile flickers in his dark eyes as he gazes at the backside of it.&nbsp; When&nbsp; he hands you back your invitation, you notice there's now a slip of paper inside; a phone number scrawled hurriedly. <br><br>But just as you're about to study it closer, you hear the most beautiful sounding songstress start up a soulful but rather upbeat version of "Bye, Bye Blackbird".&nbsp; &nbsp;As you search for the source, you see her looking straight at you.&nbsp; You recognize her immediately as the famous Tessa D'Angelo.&nbsp; Not only is she renowned for her voice but also her striking good looks.&nbsp; She has gone against the current fashions of short cropped hair with finger waves and wears her naturally auburn locks long and flowing to her waist.&nbsp; Some have nicknamed her "Flame" for what she does to men's hearts and to women's jealousy.&nbsp; She continues to look straight at you and then gives you a sultry 'come hither' wink before she turns to again make love to&nbsp; her microphone. <br><br><br>Introduced Characters (Note: Please read bios even though it says 'spoiler'. I didn't know how to change the wording for the 'hide' section. <br><br><strong>Geraldine Manfred</strong> - Sylque's character<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1a.&nbsp; Description:&nbsp; Around her early 30's but her vibrant zest for life makes her appear much younger.&nbsp; She wears her platinum blonde hair quite short in the oh so popular flapper style with cute kiss curls about her deceitfully innocent face and accent her big wide baby blues. She has very kissable lips that are constantly moistened with her constant bubbly chatter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her accent definitely gives it away that she's from New York originally and has most likely come to Chicago for the fun and action.&nbsp; She's a 'flapper girl' from the tip of the feather in fashionable cloche to the tip of her equally fashionable satin shoes.&nbsp; She's often seen driving around in an elegant Packard DeLuxe Eight Sport Phaeton automobile and seems to drip money.&nbsp; Diamonds are definitely her best friend along with her gold cigarette holder.<br><br>1b - Personality: Gregarious, vivacious, lights up the room when she walks into it but flighty and appears woefully unorganized - at least on the surface because how on earth does she manage to pull off those great parties that people would 'kill' for to get an invitation to.<br><br>3 - Occupation:&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a true society dame who appears to know about nothing but high society and the party scene.&nbsp; Perhaps her greatest asset is that she gives great parties - the kind that make the society pages and are whispered about as nothing short of ... scandalous!</div></div><br><strong>Devin Paul</strong> -&nbsp; xxmaxinitxx's character<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>male with slightly short straight strawberry blond hair. He has light blue eyes and is around 6' tall. His nose is maybe slightly smaller than it should be on his face and his lips are average. He has light tan skin and his eye brows are not overly bushy but they are not trimmed or heavily plucked either. He is not overly buff but is in good shape. his muscles are more of the lean and stamina quality. He will be wearing a suit to the party.</li><li>Outward he provides a friendly personality and trys to get as many people comfortable around him as he can. But he is always listening to the littlest slips of the tongue and uses everything he learns to the best of his ability. He is ambitious and is willing to do anything to get to the top</li><li>He met Geraldine through a previous party she through back in the university and they got talking and hit it off rather well.</li><li>As of right now he is a banker for a fairly well known bank - Central Manufacturing District Bank</li></ul></div></div><br><strong>Bridgit Twain</strong> - Cherri's character<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nickname Brigi<br>Age A vibrant 25 year old<br>Appearance (I'll be posting a picture with that ^_^ I'm bad with descriptions &gt;.&lt; )<br>Occupation She is a personal secretary for a Director in the Chicago film Industry<br>Common Knowledge She met Geraldine at a high end party and took a liking to her personality and her way of life.</div></div><br><strong>Tessa D'Angelo</strong> - character created to add to storyline - if someone wishes to player her, please do! PM me<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nickname: Flame<br><br>Description:&nbsp; No other words but 'smoldering' beauty would describe her.&nbsp; She is the personification of elegance and sultriness.&nbsp; Her long fiery red hair flows to her waist evidence that she flaunts convention given that she lives during 'The Roaring Twenties'.&nbsp; Her eyes are jet black but if one got close enough would see that they are a very strange hue of black-violet.&nbsp; She seems almost other-wordly in the sense that her beauty is unmatched, her voice like the angels and a certain aura about her that makes you recall the sorceresses&nbsp; that 'fairytales' describe.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some say she does work a certain sorcery over her fans and her lovers.<br><br>Occupation:&nbsp; a well renowned singer who is featured at the most upscale nightclub called "Georgio's Blue Door".&nbsp; Occasionally if the event is classy enough for this Doll, she'll appear for a tidy sum of course at private events. She sings with many of the top jazz bands and all enjoy her for her exuberance of style and her renditions of the more traditional blues melodies.<br><br>NOTE: This is a character invented to move the storyline along but if anyone feels inspired to play her, just let me know!&nbsp; </div></div><br><strong>Georgio Vamanni</strong> -&nbsp; character created to add to storyline - if someone wishes to player her, please do! PM me<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nick name: Silky<br><br>Description:&nbsp; a most colorful millionaire and inveterate gambler.&nbsp; He made his fortune on the stock exchange but rumors suggest it was in much more shady ways.&nbsp; Of course they can't be true or he'd be behind bars.. wouldn't he?&nbsp; He's a bit on the heavy side with piercing blue eyes that never miss a thing and slick backed raven black hair.&nbsp; He's flamboyant, outspoken and always impeccably dressed.&nbsp; He's never without a diamond stickpin and a Havana cigar.&nbsp; Of course there's usually a couple of blondes flanking each arm.&nbsp; You know the type!<br><br>Occupation:&nbsp; Currently he's known for owning and managing his upscale night club "Georgio's Blue Door".&nbsp; &nbsp;It also appears that he amuses himself with high stake poker games.&nbsp; No one's really too sure where he makes his millions&nbsp; anymore but there's a lot of speculation going on.<br><br>Common knowledge:&nbsp; &nbsp;He has a particular father-like fondness for Geraldine.&nbsp; He feels quite protective of her and gives off the air that nobody messes with his Geraldine.<br><br>NOTE: This character is being used to advance the storyline but if anyone feels inspired to play him, let me know!<br><br></div></div><strong><br>Dottie Malone</strong> -&nbsp; character created to add to storyline - if someone wishes to player her, please do! PM me<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Description: Her quiet confident charm and knack for knowing the critical stuff has her 'working' in a broad circle of influential and powerful people she now calls her friends.&nbsp; Some seem to think she has friends on both sides of the law.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is of average height with brown hair kept in a neatly cropped style of the times.&nbsp; She is almost always seen in what could be called the first woman's suit. Definitely ahead of her time since she was not above wearing men's pants cinched flatteringly at her narrow waist. It was just easier jumping in and out of cars.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her quietness could be unnerving since while she observed you, you would feel she was reading your mind and you often found yourself blabbing facts about things that you probably shouldn't just to fill the silence.<br><br>Occupation: A young reporter for Chicago's number one newspaper, The Chicago Herald.&nbsp; She's known to have all the scoops on the local crime beat and the political scene - No latest recipes and housecleaning tips from her!<br><br>Of course Geraldine is one of her closest friends and some think maybe closer than they should be!&nbsp; They can be seen almost every other evening at Georgio's Blue Door sharing a nonalcoholic drink - or was it.&nbsp; Gin wasn't that hard to find if you knew the right people.<br><br>NOTE:&nbsp; This character was invented to help move the story along.&nbsp; If you're inspired to play her though, let me know!</div></div><br><br><strong>SUMMARY OF SCENE 1</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>What's happened so far</strong><br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Player's characters invited to a posh christmas soiree hosted by Geraldine</li><li>Player's characters were sent invitations that said 'It is you' on the back of them</li><li>Explosion right outside the Central Manufacturing District Bank blew up Cal Cappone's car and killed his driver</li><li>Cal Cappone an extremely rich businessman and suspected gangster is now missing and presumed murdered</li><li>When player characters arrived at the christmas party, they were handed a phone number on a slip of paper by the door man checking invites </li><li>Devin really liked dancing with Brigit </li><li>G-Men have just arrested Devin Paul for Cal Cappone's murder and hauled him off to Jail</li><li>Complex tunneling system underneath Devin's bank that is now known to be used for transporting prohibited alcohol and other 'black market' items, although it's not known if Devin is aware of this </li><li>Geogio aka 'Silky' seems to be protective of Geraldine </li><li>Tessa has been very 'studious' of Devin and not especially 'helpful' towards Bridgit' </li><li> Dottie the reporter appears to know a lot more than she's letting on and the G-men defer to her </li><li>Tessa knows Bridgit's secret</li><li>Devin knows that Geraldine dated Baby Face Melvin who is known to be Cal Cappone's arch rival. </li><li> A 'friend' of Geraldine's aka Mr Phonebooth man (his identity hasn't been revealed) appeared jealous when Geraldine paid too much attention to Devin and warned her she'd get him killed if she didn't back off </li><li> Devin is now in jail </li><li> Bridgit has been approached by a rich and powerful looking man but it's not known if she knows who he is </li><li> Geraldine has disappeared into the party crowd</li></ul><br></div></div><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 19:03:45</strong>
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				A quick glance around shows the elegance that is known from Geraldine's parties. I make my way through the crowd picking up a glass from a tray as i pass. I glance back up at the beauty singing before I start wandering around, mingling with the current guests, the invitation, number, and smile from the doorman all but pushed from my mind. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 19:37:53</strong>
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				Tessa's eyes follow the blonde gentleman making his way through the chattering crowd just as she finishes the last refrain.&nbsp; A burly man jumps on stage, his eyes glittering already from a few too many scotches and announces that Tessa will be taking a 15 minute break followed by inviting everyone to indulge in the free flowing booze. Some might recognize him as Georgio himself, the owner of Georgio's Blue Door.&nbsp; &nbsp;The crowds chatter grows louder as the jazz band plays softer.&nbsp; Tessa lifts her cobalt blue gown catching the soft lighting with a myriad of sparkles and attempts to make her way towards the mysterious gentleman that's caught her eye.<br><br>Just as she's about to zero in on him, Geraldine descends on him in tizzy of happiness, a circle of smoke spiraling up from her cigarette that she holds aloft in one hand and the champagne almost spilling in her other hand.&nbsp; She engulfs the man in a familiar hug, scoops his arm in hers and drags him off to meet the crowd by the door.&nbsp; It's obvious they know each other as she chats his ear off while giving friendly hellos and blowing kisses to the people she passes by.&nbsp; <br><br>The group she's about to invade are standing beside a fire engine red phone booth, complete with gold handled hand/ear piece and a plush leather bench behind a crystal inset door. 
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 19:48:14</strong>
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				I glance up into the jet black eyes of Tessa as i flow around the room, taking everything in. The song ends and i see her make her way off the stage her eyes meeting mine before i'm engulfed in a billowing smoke and the tinkering voice of Geraldine followed by a tight and familiar hug. "Hello darling! Thank you for the invite to your wonderful party. It's been much too long since we've seen each other." I follow her around dutifully listening to her bubbling voice as she talks to all of the people we pass. We get to the group she was headed towards and push our way into the crowd.
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				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 20:11:17</strong>
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				<em>"Oh Devin.. you don't know how absolutely delighted I am that you made it!"</em>, she coos as she plants a soft little kiss on his cheek when rising on her tiptoes.&nbsp; He's momentarily engulfed in her very expensive perfume.&nbsp; He would feel her soft and curvaceous body press against his briefly just before pulling away when they both descend on the group that rain welcoming hellos around them. <br><br>A tall distinguished man in his mid 30's regards Geraldine with an obvious hunger in his eyes when she approaches and then swivels a cold glance towards Devin as if he sees him as competition. <br><br>The conversation quickly shifts back to the topic that if one were to have listened to 3/4 of the partygoers would have heard most people buzzing about.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"It was no shock that&nbsp; Cal Caponne finally 'bought it' but never expected it to be in a fiery explosion for all to witness and just outside one of the more successful banks in all of Chicago"</em> chirped one matronly lady. <br><br>Another partygoer chimed in <em>" Well rumor has it&nbsp; that he ran a racketeering business that was rivalling Baby Face Melvin's.&nbsp; What did he expect?"</em><br><em><br>"But you know his body was never found!" </em> a small blonde quickly added before being interrupted by her boyfriend. <em> " Yes, the G-men are all over this one.&nbsp; No body found though, his driver dead and evidence at the scene that he should have been in that fancy packard of his.&nbsp; No ones seen him since so everyone's assuming he's dead."</em><br><br>Geraldine shivers and hugs onto Devin's arm a little tighter.&nbsp; Her eyes are watering with unshed tears.&nbsp; It's obvious she knew Cal Caponne well. <br><br>The man that had been studying Devin has not said one word until now. He shifts to lean nonchalantly against the phone booth and stares directly at Devin.&nbsp; <em>"Who do&nbsp; you think did it?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 20:25:54</strong>
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				The smell of her perfume along with her body pressed up against mine send my mind into overdrive before i push those thoughts away and drop back into the conversation. I notice a man giving me a cold look but pay him no mind as I lean into Geraldine a little more. I listen to the babble thinking about what could have happened. I notice Geraldine's expression and pull her a little closer. The question directed at me startles me but i look over. A thought flutters across my mind. "I don't know. Maybe you did it, maybe I did. Who knows?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 17:08:46</strong>
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				Geraldine's bubbly happiness quickly resurfaced when Devin put a protective arm around her and she snuggled in like she does with most who seem to want to protect her. She even chuckled at his cheeky remark that maybe he 'offed' Cal Capone. <br><br>The matronly woman resumed her chatter, <em>"Well if anyone can believe the news these days and that reporter Dottie Malone.&nbsp; She maintains she rode with the G-Men assigned to tail Coppone's trucks and stake out Cappone's warehouses.&nbsp; And you'll never guess where she saw goods being delivered in the dark of night!"</em><br><br>She lowered her voice to a soft hush making those around her lean in to hear her.&nbsp; The quiet gentleman by the phone booth looked the most interested and his gaze was now riveted on the older woman.&nbsp; <em>"Miss Malone reported that the goods were delivered to a secret vault in the,"</em> she pauses for dramatic effect, "basement of the<strong> Central Manufacturing District Bank</strong>!" She nods to everyone before continuing.<em> "And that's not all!&nbsp; It seems his henchmen guard the place and she even said that there is crates of liquor.."</em> Everyone&nbsp; gasps and then chuckles since prohibition is just a fact but it sure doesn't seem to affect this crowd. <em> ".. weapons and many other mysterious crates."</em><br><br>'Mr Phonebooth Man' cleared his throat but the woman didn't pause even for a breath. <em> "It's said deliveries are made from there to all t he bars and speakeases in Chicago through an extensive tunnel system.&nbsp; That Mr Cappone must have been very organized but I bet he had a&nbsp; lot of enemies too! The G-men have their hands full figuring out what happened to that 'businessman'. "&nbsp; </em> She pinched her lips on an already pinched looking face and tsked her disapproval of the whole sordid affair. <br><br>With that the sultry sounds of jazz became louder, signalling the return of Tessa to the stage. 
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 17:24:40</strong>
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				I smile as I notice Geraldine getting bubbly again, enjoying her soft, lithe body pressing against mine as I focus back into the conversation again. As soon as she mentions the name of the bank I cough but quickly cover it up listening even closer to the story. I think back to the times I worked late at the bank and how I got started in doing things other than working in the bank. As the music comes back on I turn slightly to look back at the stage my eyes meeting with Tessa's jet black and smiling slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 17:57:02</strong>
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				Tessa had obviously been looking for him in the crowd for when he makes eye contact with her she immediately offers him a soft sultry smile back.&nbsp; Her eyes linger on his for a moment as she slides her fingers lightly up and down the mic in a most seductive way.&nbsp; She offers him a wicked grin and beings to croon, " Ain't Misbehavin' " only to slowly turn her attention once again to the crowd and then back to him on the line <em>"No one to walk with"&nbsp; </em><br><br><em>"Ohhh.. I love this song Devin... please.. dance with me!"</em>&nbsp; Geraldine catches up his hand and drags him onto the dance floor to join several others.&nbsp; She begins to sing along with Tessa against Devin's chest along with Tessa. <br><br><div align="center"><em> No one to talk with,<br>All by myself,<br>No one to walk with,<br>But I'm happy on the shelf<br>Ain't misbehavin',<br>I'm savin' my love for you</em></div><br>She dances a little closer than what would be acceptable, her soft curvy body nuzzling up against his letting him spin her as he wills it.&nbsp; On the last word of the song she smiles up at him and then takes on a more serious tone. <em>"Isn't that your bank Devin, that Mr Archibald the III's wife mentioned?"</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 18:04:50</strong>
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				I feel myself heat up slightly at her smile. Watching her intently as she sings almost enchanted by her voice and beauty. The suddenness of Geraldine's exclamation startles me as i jump slightly, almost unnoticeably. I turn back to look at her and smile at her eagerness. "Of course dear! It would be my honor" I follow her out onto the floor and listen to the voice of the two angels singing as I lose my self in dancing. As the last note ends and I spin her one last time, I hear her question and look down into her eyes. "Yes. That is indeed the bank I work at." I answer, hoping that's all she really wants to know.
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				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 18:17:21</strong>
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				<em>Why Devin.. aren't you just a little bit concerned about first his packard being blown up outside your bank and now this revelation about Cal Cappone's operation may be operating out of the basement of your bank?"</em><br>Geraldine seems in no mood to end the dancing and keeps him engaged on the dance floor as the next song starts up.&nbsp; This time the song is a little more up beat and the dancers around them become more animated.&nbsp; As they begin dancing again, Mr Phonebooth man bumps Devin a little harder than what would be an accident before tipping his head with a smirk towards Devin and moving away with a small mousey brunette on his arm. <br><br>Another couple swings by them and one obviously jealous red head glares at Geraldine before commenting to her dance partner loud enough for both Devin and Geraldine to hear her. <br><br><em>"That high society dame isn't so high society Tommy.&nbsp; It's a fact that she ran off from New York with Baby Face Melvin, that gangster and bootlegger that was Cal Cappone's number one enemy."</em><br><br>Geraldine visibly stiffens when overhearing the comment meant to embarrass her.&nbsp; <em>"I think I need more champagne Devin and then you can tell me what you think of all this?"</em><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 18:31:06</strong>
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				(OOC: You confused your role plays :p)<br><br>"Of course I'm concerned. It's more scary than I'd like to admit. But there is little we can do at this point except see what turns up in the investigation."<br><br>I don't mind dancing with her so I don't stop, getting more animated as well. The man bumping into me does very little to dampen my move as I see the jealous glint in his eyes. As he tips his hat I smirk and lean down kissing Geraldine on the cheek, a little closer to her lips than necessary. <br><br>I look around for the couple that started talking before feeling Geraldine stiffen beside me. I nod to her suggestion and wrap my arm around her leading her to the nearest butler grabbing a couple drinks for us both.
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				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 19:32:53</strong>
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				((OOC: OH!! ooops.. lol um.. never done that before.. I better be more careful! but then again I usually only play one character at a time.&nbsp; Sorry about that! You guessed right..Silina is a character in another rp. Her 'fiance' the prince is scripted to hook up with a thief and my character will probably eventually get dumped!&nbsp; *mock sniffles* =D I'm there to make it a challenge. They're looking for someone to play a Prime Minister though if you're interested!))<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Geraldine's fingers trembled slightly as she glanced back to the offending couple before Devin steers her towards a butler. She gulps down the drinnk a little too fast and then giggles waving her petite slender hand dismissively<em> "Don't pay any attention to what they said. The rumors in this town are atrocious!</em> The sway of her slender body swathed in silk is warm against his hand as he guides her to a more quiet place.<br><br><em>"So you have never seen anything suspicious going on in your bank Devin?"</em> she says quickly to try and cut off any questions he might have about her connection with a gangster. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 19:46:47</strong>
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				(OOC: *Laughs* Yeah i know who it is. I read the request forum and have read a couple of the replies in the actual role play as well. Which is how i knew that it was a different role play character and not something else. :p This is the only role play I'm doing right now so if they want me to join I will!)<br><br><br>I sip the alcohol slowly while i wait for her to recover, my arm still around her reassuringly. "Don't worry my dear." As I'm about to say more her question cuts me off and I think back to the alcohol running I've been doing wondering if i should bring it up or not. "Well, what exactly do you mean by suspicious?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 23:30:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget walked into the large room and let out a content sigh at the atmosphere, she walked over to grab a class of champagne, upon seeing Tessa she held a slight blush and took a sip of her drink, in awe of the woman's beauty. Bridget was a small slender woman with soft rounded curves and large hazel eyes. She had short black hair that she wore curly and came down to her jawline and slightly longer in the back. Bridget began to mingle amongst a few until she spotted Geraldine. <br><br>"Geraldine!" She called out and waved her hand in excitement at seeing a familiar face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 06:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I was just curious if you saw any of Cal Cappone's men about your bank of he himself! or any....</em> *she stops at the sound of her name and twists against Devin's arm about her waist to see who it is. <br><br><strong>Bridgi!!?? </strong> Geraldine bounces out of Devin's gentle hold on her and engulfs her friend in a hug.&nbsp; <em>"Darling.. how ARE you?!&nbsp; It's been too long.&nbsp; You look simply divine! I simply love what you've done with your hair.&nbsp; The boss must be treating you very well."</em> She teases Bridget with a wink before turning back to Devin.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Devin.. I can't remember if you were at that party where our English professor was caught in the library with Miss Scarlet the librarian or not, but that's where I met Bridget.&nbsp; Bridget, do you know Devin? He's a very influential banker with the Central Manufacturing District Bank."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 06:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I follow Geraldine over towards another lovely lady before learning her name through Geraldine's exclamation. I wait behind her studying the new arrival. <br><br>When I'm finally introduced I walk a little closer and take her hand bowing over it before pulling it towards my lips and giving the back of it a light kiss "The pleasure is all mine Bridget." I whisper to where only she can hear before leaning back up my eyes meeting hers as I give her a disarming smile. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 07:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget let out a squeal of delight and hugged her old friend as well. "It has been too long! I'm doing just fine~!"&nbsp; She smiled brightly before turning her gaze to the tall gentleman behind Geraldine. When he reached for her hand and gave it a light kiss she blushed and smiled. "Why, Mr.Devin I'm sure if you had been to a party I attended I'm sure I would have remembered that face."<br><br>She grinned and turned to Geraldine. "Is he you're new boy toy?" she whispered playfully to her friend and gave her a nudge on the shoulder. "I approve~!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 19:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Geraldine couldn't help but chuckle lightly at Bridget's 'boy toy' comment and took a long draw from her elegantly appointed cigarette encased in her signature gold cigarette holder.&nbsp; &nbsp;A thin wisp of bluish smoke slowly spiraled upwards as she cast a mischievous glance towards Devin.&nbsp; She let the question hang in the air with the smoke and playfully left it obvious that it was his turn to 'play'. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 23:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pretend not to notice the comment before noticing Geraldine's look. I walk slowly back towards Bridget leaning down to whisper into her ear "She loves to share you know. Want to dance?" I smile at her again before leaning back up and brushing my lips against her cheek. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget let out a small squeak and an instant blush rising to her cheeks. She still had much to learn on flirting and interacting with men, but she gave him a smile and a nod. "But of course Mr. Devin. I'd love to dance." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:18:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take her hand pulling her out onto the floor. A new song starts up and he dances with her over the floor. Catching Tessa's eye he gives her a wink before looking back down at Bridget. "So my lovely young lady. What brings you out here with out a date of your own? Your much too beautiful to be single."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 00:59:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh well, I guess I just don;t like feeling tied down right now." She danced with him, letting the song and movement take over as she swayed her hips. "What about you? Are you here by yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that explains everything. Of course it would be your choice as to why you have no date" I smile my hands sliding down to her hips as we dance "Well right now I'm in the care of a very beautiful young woman." I smile pointedly at you before spinning you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he spun her, she let out a giggle and got more into the dance, brushing her hips against his with the movement of the beat. When the song came to an end she pulled back laughing with joy. "Mr. Devin you are quite the dancer! Im greatly impressed. So... What do you do for a living?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:57:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take her hand leading her back to our mutual friend as we converse. "Well I think Geraldine told you but I work in a bank. It's a comfortable living. What about you my dear? What do you do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh did she? I must have forgotten~" She smiled and sheepishly placed her hand on her cheek. "A bank that's a fine position. I work as a Secretary for a Director in the Chicago film industry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:04:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just after Tessa gave Devin a wink Geraldine caught the songstress signalling her with a tug on her earring and a nod towards the far west door. Geraldine nodded quickly and then grinned to herself as she watched Devin waste no time in attempting to add another to his list of accomplishments and meanders back towards the crowd by the east door.&nbsp; &nbsp; Much to her surprise though&nbsp; she is quickly steered away by the gentleman that had been standing by the phone booth. <br><br><em>"Gerri, you fool.&nbsp; You know better than to pay too much attention to one single guy.&nbsp; You'll get him killed!"</em><br><br>She laughs softly as she recalls when Joe had purposefully bumped Devin on the dance floor.&nbsp; <em>"And here I thought you were jealous Joe and instead all you wanted was to protect him."</em><br><br>She turns and smiles with a little wave towards Bridget and Devin. <br><br><em>Don't worry Joe.&nbsp; I have Georgio under control.&nbsp; He'll leave Devin alone if I ask him to.&nbsp; Besides I'm not sure Devin even knows what's REALLY going on under his nose.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's Bridgi that has me curious.&nbsp; I can't figure out how she might be involved in all of this or why Tessa said she needed to be invited. </em><br><br><em>Gerri..&nbsp; that's the question though.&nbsp; Are you going to ask Georgio to leave Devin alone? </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She shrugged and gave Joe a noncommittal smile.&nbsp; <em>"We'll see but right now I better go see what Tessa wants.&nbsp; &nbsp;She's just about to go on another break."</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:14:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds really exciting!" I look around the spot we just left and see that Geraldine is missing. I shrug and turn back to the lovely woman beside me about to ask for another dance. I look up and see Tessa heading off the stage and look around again. "Well my dear, do you want to go grab a drink while we wait for the music to start back up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:22:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget glances around as well. "Where is Geraldine?" But when Devin offered to get drinks she smiled. "How can I refuse?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 02:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure shes around" I smile and walk over to one of the wandering butlers picking up a couple glasses before bringing them back, handing one to Bridget. "So my dear, what is work in the film industry like? Anything interesting coming out soon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 03:44:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, nothing too exciting. Just a big musical debut." She grabbed her glass from Devin's hand and took a sip. "So... which bank do you work at again? Wasn't it that bank that was where Cal Capone was 'murdered'?" She asked quizzically. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 04:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds fairly interesting. Something you plan to go see?" I take a sip just as shes asking her question. I raise my eyebrow in slight surprise and lower my hand thoughtfully. "Well I suppose so, but why do I get the feeling you are suggesting he wasn't killed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 04:23:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amidst the band starting up again with a jazzy rendition of 'Away in A Manger',&nbsp; Geraldine hurries up to them with a worried look on her face.<br><br><em>"We have to get out of here.. right now!&nbsp; Don't stop to even grab your coat or your purse.. just get out!"</em><br><br>With that she rushed off and disappeared into the crowd.&nbsp; Suddenly there was a huge commotion at the main doors with policemen running in from every entrance and sealing all possibilities of escape.&nbsp; It had every appearance of a raid to confiscate liquor except that didn't seem to be their goal. <br><br>Within seconds, the G-men were flanking Devin and had him up against the wall.&nbsp; Hovering behind them was the reporter for the Chicago Herald Dottie Malone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 19:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink after Geraldine as she rushes off after delivering her message. I look down towards Bridget "What was that about?" Suddenly the commotion makes me look around before they rush over to me. <br><br>I don't put up a fight as they accost me and pin me to the wall. I look on with cold indifference at the G-men then the reporter. "What a pleasure seeing you here" The sarcasm in my voice obvious "What brings you out to our fine party?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 21:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Geraldine?!" Bridget yelled after her, but then paused when Devin was up against the wall with some men. "H-How dare you start a fight at this party! What do you boys think you are doing??" She demanded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:10:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Easy on 'im blokes, E's a fine specimen of a man. I'd 'ate to see 'im roughed up too much"</em>, Dottie teased as she circled the trio of G-men that had Devin up against the wall.&nbsp; &nbsp;They actually seemed to defer to her which was rather odd being she was only a reporter.&nbsp; <br><br>Two stepped back while the third brought Devin's hands behind his back and cuffed him. <em>"You're under arrest Mr. Paul for the murder of Cal Cappone.&nbsp; Anything and everything you say may be held against you in the court of law.&nbsp; You have the right to an attorney...." </em> The G-man's voice droned on as he read the banker his rights while turning him and shoving him towards the door.&nbsp; <br><br>Every partygoers' eyes were on him including Tessa's.&nbsp; She watched without any expression until she exchanged glances with the reporter.&nbsp; Dottie looked up and smirked at the jazz singer.&nbsp; Tessa looked as if she herself would murder the reporter.<br><br>The reporter merely shrugged at Tessa and then looked back at Bridget.&nbsp; <em>"Don't you worry yer little muffins Sistah, yer boyfriend will be all right..&nbsp; maybe."&nbsp; </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:17:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"T-This is crazy!" she exclaimed. "Cal Capone I'm sure of it wasn't murdered this is all a set up..." Bridget frowned at the woman. Bridget looked over to Tessa and back at the reporter. Without saying anything else she made her way towards Tessa and lightly gave her a tap on the shoulder to gain her attention.<br><br>"May I speak with you please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:34:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa looked visibly shaken as she watched Devin being marched towards the door.&nbsp; It took a minute for it to register that Bridget was speaking to her but finally she turned towards her. <br><em><br>"Sure Sister.. but I need a drink.. a good stiff one.&nbsp; Prohibition or not Prohibition.&nbsp; &nbsp;Manny.. play some good and fast music.. liven this place back up again.&nbsp; I'll be right back!"</em><br><br>She led Tessa behind the stage where a private stash of gin and rum was set up on a small table.&nbsp; She poured herself a gin and added some tonic water, took three huge gulps and then smiled a dazzling smile. <br><em><br>"So what's on your mind?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:39:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to know what you know." Bridget blurted out. "Why did they take Devin? WHO took Devin? I think I need a drink too~" She let out a sigh and poured herself a glass. "To be honest... I don't think Capone is dead, I just need to find out what happened..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:54:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Oh I'm pretty sure he's dead alright."</em>&nbsp; she murmured.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Been awhile since you've seen&nbsp; him eh Sister?&nbsp; I haven't seen him in a while either."</em><br><br><em>"Surely you know that Georgio often got shipments of liquor from Cappone through an underground tunnel system.&nbsp; Yep.. don't look so surprised, I know who you are, but your secret's safe with me. Maybe it's me that should be asking YOU where Mr. Cappone is"</em><br><br>She took another few gulps and then topped up Bridget's drink herself while watching the girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Well anyway....&nbsp; that underground tunnel system starts and ends with your Mr. Devin Paul's bank.&nbsp; Maybe it's him you really need to talk to."</em><br><br><em>"And this here liquor your drinking.."</em>&nbsp; She laughs softly. <em> "You think Georgio got it from Cappone?"&nbsp; </em> She simply shook her head and grinned.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Ok OK MANNY.. I'm coming.. I'm coming.&nbsp; Till next time sister"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 04:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget sighed... she didn't get any strait answers that she had wanted. "Georgio..." What had he been up to? "Maybe I need to find him next..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 01:19:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A big man with deceitfully kind eyes stood just off to Bridgit's right and when Tessa left, he moved in.&nbsp; He had a beautiful blonde on each arm who eyed her with that hostility reserved for women who felt threatened by other women.&nbsp; 'Moved In' was a good term for it because he had a way of occupying everyone's space with his commanding presence.&nbsp; Obviously most didn't trifle with him; It was clear by the expectant air about him that he was quite use to all obeying his wants, regardless of what they are.<br><br>"You'll have to forgive me little one but I couldn't help overhearing your..&nbsp; frustration.. shall we call it?&nbsp; &nbsp;How badly do you want to know? .. bad enough to risk coming with me?"<br><br>As he spoke he topped up her drink and then turned to each of the girls and dismissed them.&nbsp; Without a word, they slunk away as all good pets do when given a command. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 04:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"O-Oh... Of course." Bridget watched him take a step forward and fill her glass, she took a sip. "Where would you like to go chat?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 04:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ride from the party to the police station was one of the longest in Devin's life. Stuffed in the back of the car, he looked forward out the window, wondering how this had happened. He watched the scenery out side pass by, mulling over what could have happened to make the police think it was him. when they finally got down to the station they pulled him out of the car and led Devin up the steps. They took him to a cell and pushed him inside, telling him that they would detain him until he could be questioned later. Devin sighed and looked around the dingy little cell.<br><br>"What the hell is going on right now?" He mused out loud. Wondering if there was any way this could end well for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>End of Scene 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 16:06:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ END OF SCENE 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br><strong>SUMMARY OF SCENE 1</strong><br>Introduced Characters (Note: Please read bios even though it says 'spoiler'. I didn't know how to change the wording for the 'hide' section. <br><br><strong>Geraldine Manfred</strong> - Player's character<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1a.&nbsp; Description:&nbsp; Around her early 30's but her vibrant zest for life makes her appear much younger.&nbsp; She wears her platinum blonde hair quite short in the oh so popular flapper style with cute kiss curls about her deceitfully innocent face and accent her big wide baby blues. She has very kissable lips that are constantly moistened with her constant bubbly chatter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her accent definitely gives it away that she's from New York originally and has most likely come to Chicago for the fun and action.&nbsp; She's a 'flapper girl' from the tip of the feather in fashionable cloche to the tip of her equally fashionable satin shoes.&nbsp; She's often seen driving around in an elegant Packard DeLuxe Eight Sport Phaeton automobile and seems to drip money.&nbsp; Diamonds are definitely her best friend along with her gold cigarette holder.<br><br>1b - Personality: Gregarious, vivacious, lights up the room when she walks into it but flighty and appears woefully unorganized - at least on the surface because how on earth does she manage to pull off those great parties that people would 'kill' for to get an invitation to.<br><br>3 - Occupation:&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a true society dame who appears to know about nothing but high society and the party scene.&nbsp; Perhaps her greatest asset is that she gives great parties - the kind that make the society pages and are whispered about as nothing short of ... scandalous!</div></div><br><strong>Devin Paul</strong> -&nbsp; Player's character<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>male with slightly short straight strawberry blond hair. He has light blue eyes and is around 6' tall. His nose is maybe slightly smaller than it should be on his face and his lips are average. He has light tan skin and his eye brows are not overly bushy but they are not trimmed or heavily plucked either. He is not overly buff but is in good shape. his muscles are more of the lean and stamina quality. He will be wearing a suit to the party.</li><li>Outward he provides a friendly personality and trys to get as many people comfortable around him as he can. But he is always listening to the littlest slips of the tongue and uses everything he learns to the best of his ability. He is ambitious and is willing to do anything to get to the top</li><li>He met Geraldine through a previous party she through back in the university and they got talking and hit it off rather well.</li><li>As of right now he is a banker for a fairly well known bank - Central Manufacturing District Bank</li></ul></div></div><br><strong>Bridgit Twain</strong> - Player's character<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nickname Brigi<br>Age A vibrant 25 year old<br>Appearance (I'll be posting a picture with that ^_^ I'm bad with descriptions &gt;.&lt; )<br>Occupation She is a personal secretary for a Director in the Chicago film Industry<br>Common Knowledge She met Geraldine at a high end party and took a liking to her personality and her way of life.</div></div><br><strong>Tessa D'Angelo</strong> - character created to add to storyline - if someone wishes to player her, please do! PM me<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nickname: Flame<br><br>Description:&nbsp; No other words but 'smoldering' beauty would describe her.&nbsp; She is the personification of elegance and sultriness.&nbsp; Her long fiery red hair flows to her waist evidence that she flaunts convention given that she lives during 'The Roaring Twenties'.&nbsp; Her eyes are jet black but if one got close enough would see that they are a very strange hue of black-violet.&nbsp; She seems almost other-wordly in the sense that her beauty is unmatched, her voice like the angels and a certain aura about her that makes you recall the sorceresses&nbsp; that 'fairytales' describe.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some say she does work a certain sorcery over her fans and her lovers.<br><br>Occupation:&nbsp; a well renowned singer who is featured at the most upscale nightclub called "Georgio's Blue Door".&nbsp; Occasionally if the event is classy enough for this Doll, she'll appear for a tidy sum of course at private events. She sings with many of the top jazz bands and all enjoy her for her exuberance of style and her renditions of the more traditional blues melodies.<br><br>NOTE: This is a character invented to move the storyline along but if anyone feels inspired to play her, just let me know!&nbsp; </div></div><br><strong>Georgio Vamanni</strong> -&nbsp; character created to add to storyline - if someone wishes to player her, please do! PM me<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nick name: Silky<br><br>Description:&nbsp; a most colorful millionaire and inveterate gambler.&nbsp; He made his fortune on the stock exchange but rumors suggest it was in much more shady ways.&nbsp; Of course they can't be true or he'd be behind bars.. wouldn't he?&nbsp; He's a bit on the heavy side with piercing blue eyes that never miss a thing and slick backed raven black hair.&nbsp; He's flamboyant, outspoken and always impeccably dressed.&nbsp; He's never without a diamond stickpin and a Havana cigar.&nbsp; Of course there's usually a couple of blondes flanking each arm.&nbsp; You know the type!<br><br>Occupation:&nbsp; Currently he's known for owning and managing his upscale night club "Georgio's Blue Door".&nbsp; &nbsp;It also appears that he amuses himself with high stake poker games.&nbsp; No one's really too sure where he makes his millions&nbsp; anymore but there's a lot of speculation going on.<br><br>Common knowledge:&nbsp; &nbsp;He has a particular father-like fondness for Geraldine.&nbsp; He feels quite protective of her and gives off the air that nobody messes with his Geraldine.<br><br>NOTE: This character is being used to advance the storyline but if anyone feels inspired to play him, let me know!<br><br></div></div><strong><br>Dottie Malone</strong> -&nbsp; character created to add to storyline - if someone wishes to player her, please do! PM me<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Description: Her quiet confident charm and knack for knowing the critical stuff has her 'working' in a broad circle of influential and powerful people she now calls her friends.&nbsp; Some seem to think she has friends on both sides of the law.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is of average height with brown hair kept in a neatly cropped style of the times.&nbsp; She is almost always seen in what could be called the first woman's suit. Definitely ahead of her time since she was not above wearing men's pants cinched flatteringly at her narrow waist. It was just easier jumping in and out of cars.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her quietness could be unnerving since while she observed you, you would feel she was reading your mind and you often found yourself blabbing facts about things that you probably shouldn't just to fill the silence.<br><br>Occupation: A young reporter for Chicago's number one newspaper, The Chicago Herald.&nbsp; She's known to have all the scoops on the local crime beat and the political scene - No latest recipes and housecleaning tips from her!<br><br>Of course Geraldine is one of her closest friends and some think maybe closer than they should be!&nbsp; They can be seen almost every other evening at Georgio's Blue Door sharing a nonalcoholic drink - or was it.&nbsp; Gin wasn't that hard to find if you knew the right people.<br><br>NOTE:&nbsp; This character was invented to help move the story along.&nbsp; If you're inspired to play her though, let me know!</div></div><br><strong>What's happened so far</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Player's characters invited to a posh christmas soiree hosted by Geraldine</li><li>Player's characters were sent invitations that said 'It is you' on the back of them</li><li>Explosion right outside the Central Manufacturing District Bank blew up Cal Cappone's car and killed his driver</li><li>Cal Cappone an extremely rich businessman and suspected gangster is now missing and presumed murdered</li><li>When player characters arrived at the christmas party, they were handed a phone number on a slip of paper by the door man checking invites </li><li>Devin really liked dancing with Brigit </li><li>G-Men have just arrested Devin Paul for Cal Cappone's murder and hauled him off to Jail</li><li>Complex tunneling system underneath Devin's bank that is now known to be used for transporting prohibited alcohol and other 'black market' items, although it's not known if Devin is aware of this </li><li>Geogio aka 'Silky' seems to be protective of Geraldine </li><li>Devin knows that Geraldine dated Baby Face Melvin who is known to be Cal Cappone's arch rival. </li><li>Tessa has been very 'studious' of Devin and not especially 'helpful' towards Bridgit' </li><li> Dottie the reporter appears to know a lot more than she's letting on and the G-men defer to her </li><li>Tessa knows Bridgit's secret</li><li> A 'friend' of Geraldine's aka Mr Phonebooth man (his identity hasn't been revealed) appeared jealous when Geraldine paid too much attention to Devin and warned her she'd get him killed if she didn't back off </li><li> Devin is now in jail </li><li> Bridgit has been approached by a rich and powerful looking man but it's not known if she knows who he is </li><li> Geraldine has disappeared into the party crowd</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 17:26:08</strong>
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				<strong></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SCENE 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><br>It's no ordinary jail cell that Devin has found himself in.&nbsp; Outside the bars he can hear the jeering taunts of the inmates when word got around about a new arrival. <em> "Hey bub.. murder ya mothah?&nbsp; we gots a mothah for ya.. ya.. mothah jonus.. wait till 'e finds ya in the showahs.. " </em> followed by sneering laughter and then a loud<strong> "SHUD UP or I'll jonus you!"</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The sound of a loud metal door being slammed shut echoed down the corridor followed by silence.. cold murderous silence.&nbsp; At least the closed door snuffed out their jeers.<br><br>The cell was suddenly pitch black when the light from the corridor was cut off.&nbsp; As your ears grow more accustomed to the silence you finally make out soft feminine sobbing from somewhere.<br><br>(Options for Devin):&nbsp; call out to the source of the sobbing&nbsp; &nbsp;-or- search the cell for a light source) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 17:59:05</strong>
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				<em>Back at the party:</em><br><br>The big man with the slicked back hair drapes a beefy arm about Bridgit's shoulders.&nbsp; <em>"Come with me darlin'."</em> <br><br>He steers her out through a side entrance behind the stage.&nbsp; The soft jazz sounds and melodic voice of Tessa fade away and Bridgit is met with the slap of ice cold wintery air.&nbsp; They are in a back alley of sorts and only shadowy figures can be made out - perhaps two other men enveloped in fog like car exhaust.&nbsp; Suddenly the headlights flick on and the alley way is illuminated to the main straight several yards to the left.&nbsp; Revelers can be heard muted by the softly fallen snow. <br><br>(http://www.deviantart.com/download/119786718/It__s_not_a_dark_alley_way____by_yokie44.jpg)<br><br>Before she has a chance to wrap her arms about herself to ward off the cold, the two men have grabbed her and shoved her into the back of the waiting vehicle and none too gently either. <br><br>The beefy man suddenly laughs and peers in at her through a veil of cigar smoke. <em>"When you arrive darlin' tell 'em Silky sent you."</em><br><br>((Options for Bridgit:&nbsp; Do you try to escape or do you accept the offered 'ride' to who knows where.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 20:57:48</strong>
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				Bridget had a bad feeling in her gut when the large man started to lead her somewhere. Hesitantly following him and being pulled outside. "What is the meaning of this?!" She yelled and thrashed around the back seat after being tossed in non to gently. But in situations like this, she wanted to remain alive so she quieted down and accepted the ride. <br><br>Maybe this would lead to the answers she had been seeking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:00:56</strong>
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				Devin sighed and shut out the jeers of the inmates until the door was shut. He started walking in the direction opposite the door to lean against the wall when he heard the quiet sobbing. He strained his ears to try to pick up the direction the sound was coming from. not able to discern the direction he decided to call out to her softly. "Hello? Anyone there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:49:46</strong>
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				((@ Cherri))<br>The car traveled only for a short distance and then suddenly came to halt.&nbsp; The two men in the front seat slowly turned around to face her and nodded towards an obvious flurry of activity outside Devin's bank.&nbsp; Police cars were parked outside.&nbsp; Every light was on in the building.&nbsp; Official looking people were hurrying in and out and there in the midst of it all was Dottie Malone with notebook in hand scribbling away as she surveyed the scene.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally the driver spoke while the passenger kept his face shadowed. <em> "We saw ya talking to Mr. Banker Man... so what he tell ya?&nbsp; What's goin' on in there.&nbsp; &nbsp;C'mon little lady.. tell us and we'll let ya go.. we'll even take ya back to the party. But ya gotta tell us everything ya know... EVERYTHING.. got it?&nbsp; ...including why you're holding this?"&nbsp; </em>He held up a slip of paper that had a phone number on it and waved it in her face.&nbsp; Was it the one that was in her invitation or another one?<br><br>((@ Max))<br>A voice answered from the darkest corner of the cell or at least it sounded like it was in his cell. <em>"Devin?"</em> came the half whispered, half sobbed question.&nbsp; &nbsp; If he tried to take a step towards it, he'd bump something immoveable.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:55:08</strong>
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				"Hello?" Devin whispered. "Who's there?" He put his hands out towards the wall slowly, trying to find the direction of the voice. "Do you need help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:08:51</strong>
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				((@ Max))&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>As he reached for the walls, all he would have felt were ice cold bars, rough and made of iron.&nbsp; They were spaced half a man's hand width apart.&nbsp; The bars gave way eventually to a rough wall of plaster and cold bare stone.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Yes!! </strong> *she sniffled amidst some scrambling and then a loud thunk.&nbsp; <em> "Ouch.. god dammit!.&nbsp; Are you able to find a light or something? Something's in my way!.&nbsp; How did you get down here.. How did you know I'm here!!?&nbsp; &nbsp;It's Gerri! I'm going to kill that fucking bastard Georgio when I get my hands on him!!"&nbsp; &nbsp;</em> gone was her high society accent and her uppity ways.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sounded like any other gangster's moll. <em> "And I could sure use a goddamn cigarette!&nbsp; I hope you have some with you!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:11:15</strong>
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				Bridget glanced around the inside of the car. "Geraldine... where is Geraldine??" She demanded. This vehicle she recognized as her friend's.&nbsp; "And I don't know anything about that! I was flirting with him if you must know." Frowning at the men in the front seat. She saw them waving a sheet with the number and she shrugged. "I have no idea why I have that number! It was on my invite!"<br><br>"I swear the nerve of you men..." She scoffed and looked out the window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:16:04</strong>
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				He stared into the darkness in surprise, confused as hell. "Gerri? What are you doing here? Hold on, yeah I'll find the light." He bumbled around, reaching his hands out towards the wall, rubbing them up and down. "Damn it where is this thing." He cursed before reaching above him to try and find a light on the ceiling. He felt a chain dangling down and sighed in relief before pulling it. A very weak light blinked on and he looked around the room again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:19:54</strong>
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				((@ Cherri)) <br><br><em>"ya.. little lady.. ya got that right.. This is Miss Gerri's car.. or was!"&nbsp; </em>Both men glanced at each other and broke out into a low malicious sounding laugh.<em> " Georgio don't like that 'e found out she was partners with Baby Face Melvin." </em><br><br>They then smirked and looked back at her.<em> "Got a thing for da banker man do ya? Aint 'e a little out of your league?" <br></em><br><em>"Alright.. well we're going to take a little trip and we're going to find out just who answers that number."</em><br><br>Before she knew it she was back at the Grand Hotel and being ushered back into the foyer, but instead of turning towards the room where the party was being held, she was led upstairs and to the right. Two huge oak doors stood before her.&nbsp; The men knocked on it and the doors opened to a very opulent hotel room. They pushed her towards a small table beside the entrance that held a crimson red phone.&nbsp; <em>"Call it."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:23:35</strong>
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				When the men insulted her she was flustered with anger. But she let out a huff and decided on ignoring them. "I've hooked bigger fish than Mr.Devin I assure you." she muttered to herself. When she was stopped back at the Grand hotel she thought she was in the clear, until she was lead into a separate room with large doors. Bridget shuttered at any bad thoughts that crossed her mind and saw the red phone sitting there. What was she supposed to say over the phone??<br><br>Hesitantly she walked over and dialed the number, listening to the tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:31:55</strong>
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				((@Max)) <br><br>The feeble light cast enough glow about the room to reveal it indeed was not your ordinary prison cell; enough light for Geraldine to turn on the lamp that she suddenly discovered right beside her. <br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/76/Al_Capone%27s_Cell_In_Eastern_State_Penitentiary.jpg)<br><br><em><br>"Oh godssss Devin!"</em>&nbsp; she bounced out of the chair in the corner and flew herself at him, hugging him and kissing him as if he were the only friend she had.&nbsp; <em>"I've never been more glad to see someone in my life.&nbsp; What are you doing here?&nbsp; Have you come to get me out?&nbsp; Tell me you've come to get me out.. Surely you know someone who can get me out?!!</em>&nbsp; her words tumbled from her moistened lips as she looked up at him with helpless abandon.&nbsp; Her little nose was red from crying, eyeliner smudged and her hair a mess as if she had been treated rather roughly.&nbsp; Her very expensive gown was torn revealing a bare shoulder and a black lace bra that she was trying to cover up with her other hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:43:01</strong>
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				((@ Cherri))<br><br><em>"Is that so? .. Might be worth yer while then little lady to keep on flirtin' with 'im. ...might just save yer life."</em> They snickered softly.<br><br>Brigit would have heard a male answer.<em> "Who is this.&nbsp; N'mind, there's only 2 of ya that haven't called in yet. Don't you breathe a single word of what I'm about to tell you or you're going to end up like your great great great grandpappy.&nbsp; &nbsp;dead.&nbsp; Baby Face Melvin needs your help and if you value your life you'll find a way to help him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Go to the room behind the stage and put on a fur coat and hat.&nbsp; You'll find something you'll need in the pocket.&nbsp; Make sure it's there and make sure it works.&nbsp; You'll need it!&nbsp; Take yourself over to Georgio's Blue Door as fast as you can.&nbsp; And if you got anyone with you.. ditch 'em.&nbsp; whatever way you can..&nbsp; even if ya have to promise to sleep with them.. Got it sistah?!"</em>&nbsp; The phone went suddenly dead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xxmaxinitxx</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 00:57:37</strong>
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				As she launched herself at him he was shocked beyond belief. He held her and rubbed her back as he looked around the dimly lit room, wondering why he was put in here with Geraldine. He looked at her sadly when she asked him about getting her out. "I'm imprisoned here too. Something about a murder. How long have you been here? I was just with you at the party?" With her ripped dress she looked like she had been in there quite a while. "I'm sure they will get this misunderstanding figured out and we will be out in no time" He tried to reassure her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:43:20</strong>
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				Bridget growled under her breath at the boys before listening to the voice on the phone. She hung up the phone when the voice went dead and took in a breath. Baby face Melvin... needed her help? She walked to the back of the stage as she was instructed and put on the fur coat and hat. Reaching into her pocket and finding the item she needed and walked out to Georgio's Blue Door.<br><br>Just as the voice on the phone said. She was alone, but now what?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:49:55</strong>
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				<em>"I tried to make a run for it but the coppers were at the back door in the alley way where I had parked my car. When I turned to run back in, they grabbed me and that's when my dress tore and that bastard Georgio did nothing.. he just watched them take me and did NOTHING!" </em><br><br><em>"I've not been here long.. just long enough in the dark to hear the rats scurrying about.&nbsp; I didn't dare say anything when they unlocked the cell door.&nbsp; I didn't know who you were.&nbsp; I don't know .. I think I panicked.&nbsp; Kind of stupid now to think that I thought I could hide.. "</em>&nbsp; She whimpered as she finally looked around at the uniquely furnished cell.<br><em><br>"Oh godsss.. they're planning on keeping us here a while!"</em><br><br>&nbsp;Then suddenly she started shivering again, her slender soft warm body quivering against his. <em>"Devin..didn't they tell you?!!&nbsp; They&nbsp; found Cal Cappone's body in a vault at your bank.&nbsp; I overheard them say that you are the only one that knows the combination to that vault." </em>&nbsp; <br><br>She paused for a moment as she chewed her bottom lip and then suddenly looked right back up at him. <em>"That's it!!&nbsp; I just figured it out.. that's why I'm here too!&nbsp; Georgio's going to say I helped you. I KNOW him.. he'll use anything he can to get his way.. he must have found out about me and Baby Face!&nbsp; Oh godssssss!!"</em> she dissolved into a fit of tears again.<br><br>&nbsp;She suddenly grabbed Devin's shoulders and reached up to cup his jawline.&nbsp; <em>"Devin.. you MUST know someone.. You must have SOME connections.. pull some strings.&nbsp; &nbsp;Get us out of here!!" </em> <br><br>Panic started rising in her voice, hysteria seeming about to grip her again.&nbsp; <em>"Please Devin.. please?!!"</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:59:44</strong>
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				((@ Cherri)&nbsp; <br><br>As she reached in the pocket of the fur coat, she found her bare hand curving around a 38 caliber revolver. <br><em><br>"<strong>HEY LADY</strong>.. where do you think you're going.&nbsp; We didn't say you could leave.. who was on that other end of the phone!!?"</em><br><br>The two goons who had taken her to that room to find out who the phone number belonged to raced after her.&nbsp; Far too many doughnuts kept them from catching up until finally&nbsp; they stood barring her exit.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You can't just waltz out of here without Georgio's permission ya know!?&nbsp; Your his ya know!." </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:13:55</strong>
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				Bridget bit her lip and glared back at them. "Back off and leave me alone!" Remembering what the voice said about no one coming with her, she kicked one of the men with her heels and did the same to the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:19:58</strong>
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				((@Cherri) <br><br>Surprise was on Bridget's&nbsp; side so she better make the most of it.&nbsp; The two goons were stunned as they stared at the lady's stupidity.&nbsp; No one had ever tried that on them before.&nbsp; They hobbled momentarily on bruised shins and were collecting their wits about them.&nbsp; If she was going to make a run for it, she better do it now.&nbsp; Anywhere just to get away from these goons.&nbsp; She could probably think about what she was going to do soon as she got free of them. <br><br>As she raced for Georgio's Blue Door she had to pass by the Bank that was lit up like the 4th of July; police were scurrying every where.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Suddenly some lady screamed.&nbsp; <em>"There she is.. the woman in the fur coat!!.. She's the one I saw running from the bank vault."</em><br><br>Before the lady could even finish, Bridgit found herself surrounded with guns pointed at her.&nbsp; Just behind the police she could see Dottie Malone flanked by several G-men walking towards her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:30:32</strong>
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				Bridget took this opportunity to make a run for it and boy did she run. She had suddenly heard screaming and came to a grinding halt when multiple guns were pointed at her. "W-what is going on??"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:02:27</strong>
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				<em>"Lady .. you're under arrest for the murder of Cal Caponne."&nbsp; </em><br><br>Gasps rang around the circle of officers when the arresting policeman pulled a revolver from Bridgit's coat pocket.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dottie only smirked.<br><br><em>"Ralph, take this revolver down to the station.&nbsp; I betcha Aunt Bertha's chocolate cake that's the gun that killed Caponne"&nbsp; </em><br><br><em>"Book her Anderson.&nbsp; We got our threesome who killed Caponne."</em><br><br>Georgio watched from the arc way of his lounge and caught Dottie's eye.&nbsp; He winked and turned and shut the door. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:06:33</strong>
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				"W-Wait! I never did such a thing to him!!" Panic ran through her as she was being dragged to the police cruiser. "I'm innocent!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Manic Malfeasance - Chicago Style </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sylque</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 04:08:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;Dottie sauntered by Bridgit and whispered so only she could hear just before the woman was shoved into the police cruiser.&nbsp; <em> "That fur sure smells like Tessa's perfume."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </em><br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&nbsp; THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br><br>((OOC:&nbsp; Hey guys -&nbsp; I'm going to end this storyline (at least for now) here with Gerri, Devin and Bridgit framed for Cal Cappone's murder.&nbsp; They'll be stuck in the same cell together each trying to figure out which one of them really did it because they all know they themselves are innocent. <br><br>Really it was Georgio, Tessa and Dottie Malone who did it.&nbsp; They off'ed Cal Cappone because Georgio wanted his business. Tessa helped because she liked being 'his girl'.&nbsp; Dottie steered the investigation so that it would frame others because it really was her that ran Chicago and she liked it that way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Baby Face Melvin manages to pull some strings and gets his Geraldine out of there.&nbsp; They escape to the south of... New Jersey and live happily ever aftah!&nbsp; Devin and Bridgit probably start a 'ring' of their own ran from their very cozy cell!&nbsp; )) 
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