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Post by Administrator on Jul 22, 2007 19:26:20 GMT -5
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Post by Medda on Jun 22, 2009 12:07:31 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
Medda collapsed into a chair at one of the larger tables in the hall and heaved a sigh. It had been a long frustrating day and her nerves were shot. With all of these newsies disappearing and some of her girls coming and going as they pleased it hadn't been the most pleasant day. She had too much on her mind and it was giving her a headache. Rubbing her temples, Medda closed her eyes for a moment trying to relax. She wished Sonkai were here now, that girl had magical fingers when it came to helping alleviate her headaches. Medda suspected it was something she'd picked up from her people. Sonkai seemed to know just what pressure point to rub and how hard to rub it to get rid of any headache.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Jun 28, 2009 13:33:19 GMT -5
The soft tapping of walking could be heard from the large table as Walter House made his way over to Medda. He had removed his hat, a sign of any gentleman, and carried a black bag - a doctor's bag. He wasn't making a house call, of course, but had been earlier, and wasn't about to leave it with the cabbie. Walter had sent the man on his way. The heat wasn't so bad. He would walk home, perhaps a better chance of finding his niece, if she were anywhere to be found.
"Miss Larkson?" Walter questioned, coming to the table and standing near it. Clearly the woman was affected by these disappearances. He doubted she knew any more of his niece than he did, but it couldn't hurt to try. The poor woman, whom Lara had properly described as terribly beautiful, seemed in pain. "Are you all right?" He spoke concerned, placing his bag in the nearest seat, ready to open it, should she indeed need something.
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Post by Medda on Jun 29, 2009 12:57:39 GMT -5
Medda opened her eyes slowly, wincing in slight pain as the light hit them. Once she adjusted to the brightness of the room she gazed up at the man approaching her. He looked terribly familiar, but she couldn’t place him. When he spoke her name she forced a smile to spread across her face although she’d rather curl up in a ball in her bed, but that simply wasn’t possible. There was no one else who would be able to handle everything that needed to be done before closing. Standing, Medda nodded ever so slightly so that she wouldn’t increase the pounding in her temples. “Headache, that’s all.”
Letting out a little laugh, Medda held her hand out to the man, “Pleasure to meet you, Dr…..?” Medda let the sentence trail off into a question hoping he would fill in his name and that she hadn’t assumed incorrectly about him being a doctor. Using her free hand Medda pushed back a bit of hair that had come loose from her bun. She wished he hadn’t come upon her in such a state, she didn’t like anybody to see her when she wasn’t looking her absolute best, especially not a handsome doctor.
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Jun 30, 2009 11:07:19 GMT -5
"Walter," He spoke quickly, taking her hand delicately, but did not kiss the back of her hand. In fact he looked a little awkward introducing himself, for a man his age. "How rude of me, yes, Doctor Walter House." He let go of her hand and rooted about in his medical bag, "I have some aspirin if you would care for some." He gave a small smile, "No charge."
Her laugh was melodious and rather unexpected to Walter. He couldn't get the sound of it out of his head for a moment. But of course she would have charms and beauty. She was in theater. And it was his understanding that she owned this hall, which, on the business side of things, impressed him greatly.
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Post by Medda on Jul 1, 2009 13:12:19 GMT -5
Medda smiled brightly at him, finding his bashfulness quite endearing. "That would be wonderful, thank you." She was used to people being overwhelmed by her prescense, it's what made her such a hit in the industry. "Please sit, Walter," Medda gave a slight pause, "May I call you Walter?"
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Jul 2, 2009 23:12:35 GMT -5
"Of course, of course, Miss Larkson." Walter smiled and fished about in his bag, "Is it Miss, isn't it?" He thought he had heard his niece pronounce it that way. But to be truthful he had only pretended to pay attention to her rambling about the theater. Walter had never been impressed with vaudeville, what passed for theater now-a-days. Shakespeare? Yes. Bawdy comedian acts and chorus girls? Not for Walter House. He found the pill bottle and poured two in his hand, handing them over to Medda, then went to a nearby table quickly fetching her a glass of water, but checking that the glass was indeed clean and unused first.
"I actually came to talk to you about something... terribly important." Walter sat down, closing his bag slowly. "My niece was supposes to begin working here. I was... very against it, at first. Now I'm glad I agreed. You see a friend of hers, Dutchy, was the name he goes by, was here that night and noticed that she had not shown up... He came to me the next morning. I hadn't heard from her either." Walter sighed, opening his wallet, "Miss Larkson, I do realize that you probably haven't even met my niece, being so busy with the theater to notice a girl missing on her first day..." He slid a picture of Shiner over to her, "But I was hoping, if you had... that... she would have told you if she'd run off to... to join a circus or vaudeville troupe ...or something."
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Post by Medda on Jul 3, 2009 10:07:40 GMT -5
Medda smiled and nodded a bit, "Yes it is Miss, but please call me Medda." When Walter handed her a few pills and a glass of water she gave him a grateful look and quickly took them. She hoped they worked quickly, she wanted her headache to go away and leave her in peace. Walter began talking about his niece and when he mentioned Dutch, Medda's heart clenched, 'He must be Shiner's uncle. Oh god, has no one told him of the kidnappings?'
Medda looked away as he continued to speak and took a deep breath. This was the absolute last thing in the world she wanted to do. How could he not know? But then she hadn't known and it was children she loved and cared for who had gone missing. "Walter.... I don't know how to tell you this other than to just say it and I'm terribly sorry there isn't a better way to put it..." Medda looked back at Walter, the pain clear in her eyes. "I think someone has been kidnapping children and young women. Several have gone missing. I'm so sorry. I wish I could tell you more but no one seems to know much of anything about what has been happening."
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Post by Dr. Walter House on Jul 5, 2009 18:06:36 GMT -5
Walter looked absolutely shocked for a moment, then blinked and stoically nodded, "I see... I've put in a missing persons report, so... I.. I suppose the police will be on top of things." He looked down at his own cuffs, playing with a imaginary piece of lint. Walter cleared his throat, "What evidence suggests kidnapping, Miss Larkson?" He asked with a slight hint of a challenge in his voice.
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Post by Medda on Jul 6, 2009 10:29:55 GMT -5
Medda was clearly taken aback by his tone, no one spoke to her that way. She wasn't an insipid child looking for attention, but she tried to calm herself and consider how he must be feeling. Taking a deep breath Medda stood and put a hand to her head, trying to steady the spinning. "Sir, I have several resources who all claim the same thing. I was actually going to see a friend of mine later, his name is Bryan Denton. I'm going to see if he has heard anything. Honestly there's no other explanation for the sheer amount of missing children."
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