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ｗHEN it ŖAINES it ĦALES
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2017 3:40 pm
  ◥ X L O C A T I O N ▪▪ police station X X C O M P A N Y ▪▪ no one X X M O O D ▪▪ frustrated X◤ 〔 OOC: n/a 〕
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2017 3:30 pm
◥ X L O C A T I O N ▪▪ police station ↣ morgue X X C O M P A N Y ▪▪ no one X X M O O D ▪▪ Stubbornly Motivated X◤ 〔 OOC: n/a 〕
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 9:39 pm
◥ X L O C A T I O N ▪▪ Morgue X X C O M P A N Y ▪▪ Yanka X X M O O D ▪▪ unenthused X◤ 〔 OOC: n/a 〕
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 5:04 pm
  ◥ X X L O C A T I O N ▪ ▪ Home X X X X C O M P A N Y ▪ ▪ Annabelle X X X X M O O D ▪ ▪ Concerned, Social X X◤ ─────────────── ♚ ───────────────
The meetings did very little to comfort newly widowed Victoria Raines. Appearing absent-minded these days, most people only spoke to her to give condolences over Gregory. Depending on the individual, her downcast face would shift into one on the verge of tears. She didn't have to fake her sorrow, for she truly did love and miss her husband. However, unlike the rest of the family, she had no need to search for the one who did him in. Her daughter and brother-in-law seemed the most determined to get the answer in their own ways.
James Skinny Morris was a smart way to start off the investigation, but little did her daughter know that Skinny was sipping tequila in a washed out bar in Puerto Rico. The gun was surely his, but it never made it back into his hands after his little robbery five years ago. Still, she admired the family's attempts. Making her way into the kitchen and allowing her daughter free time with her favorite uncle, Victoria poured herself a white zinfadel, slowly drinking glass by glass until an entire bottle was gone. Oh, how she and Gregory would spend countless nights finishing entire bottles together, cooped up next to the fireplace. White zinfadel was their absolute favorite, being a slightly sweet rosé with a secret kick of more alcohol than other red wines could compare to. Just like them, it's soft color hides it's more intoxicated existence.
The role of a sorrowful widow came to an end as Marcus departed, leaving only the role of concerned mother. Her beloved only daughter Anna had more on her mind than Victoria could bear. As the workers in the home began to close the windows and blinds, Victoria cocked her head in confusion.
"Where is my daughter?" She asked in her soft Brit accent, gently placing her hand on the shoulder of a maid. The young girl responded by pointing to the direction of balcony garden. "Thank you." Wine glass still in hand, Victoria crept upstairs, catching her daughter return from the outdoors. She slowly made her presence known, tapping her finger on the glass.
"My dear, you know how easily you can get sick if you go out there without drying your hair," She warned, her motherly tone remaining authoritative yet nurturing. She gently grabbed her daughter's hand, leading her to the lounging couches. "Come, sit with me."
Her daughter was beautiful and cunning, reminding Victoria about her own youth with fondness. She was never as intelligent or wickedly enchanting as Anna, and that's what made her all the more proud of how her daughter had developed. Their similarly blond hair and blue eyes were what allowed many to see the resemblance between them, even if she had more of her father's side's facial features. The same man who helped bring Anna into the world had weighed on their minds heavily. It wasn't a comforting situation, causing Victoria to spend more time in the passing weeks to clean up after the loose ends of his downfall and completely forgetting to really talk to her daughter about the situation even now. Staring into Anna's eyes, a hint of sorrow tinted her own.
"We haven't spoken much in the past month...forgive me...it's been difficult," She spoke softly, her blue eyes downcast into the nearly empty glass. "But it appears we are on alert at the moment. Did something happen?" She asked before gulping down the rest of the white zinfadel.
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〔 OOC: n/a 〕
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 8:37 pm
◥ X L O C A T I O N ▪▪ Outside Morgue X X C O M P A N Y ▪▪ Yanka X X M O O D ▪▪ cautious X◤ 〔 OOC: n/a 〕
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 8:38 pm
◥ X X L O C A T I O N ▪ ▪ Home X X X X C O M P A N Y ▪ ▪ Annabelle ▪ No One X X X X M O O D ▪ ▪ Frustrated X X◤ ─────────────── ♚ ───────────────
Victoria eyed her concerned daughter, placing down her empty wine glass onto the coffee table, the bittersweet taste of white zinfadel still rolling along her tongue. It perhaps would have sat better with her had she consumed cheese and crackers with it as per usual, but she was not in the mood for comfort. She was in the mood to allow such a bitter sensation remain, keeping her in the state of wallowing she needed to remain in.
“A confidential source texted me to tell me to keep things behind curtains. I don’t know if they were hired to have a look and didn’t want to risk seeing me get out of the shower, or if they heard about someone watching the place and thought I should know. Either way, best to make sure no one has a chance to go peeking at us until we can find out who, and what is going on.” Quickly, Victoria's fury shined in her blue eyes. The idea of them being spied on wasn't surprising, but it remained appalling. She scoffed while looking at the closed window curtains.
"How dare they liberty of viewing the night sky. Must be a Hale," She snickered, though uncertain in all truth. Such a claim would most likely cause Anna to shake her head. She was always a good one for not falling into the assumptions game, but her youth and inexperience in the political ties between the families was her downfall in rationality. What the rest of the family knew about the Hales and the Raines heads' relations were bare minimum, having both previous generations remaining privy. It wasn't until the newer head came into power that dynamics changed truly. As Anna sat down, Victoria prepared to listen to what had been bothering her daughter.
“Someone broke into Uncle Marcus’ place, and attacked Jess. Thus the increased security. If they are coming here for something, they won’t acquire it easily.” While giving the same face of discontent, Victoria shook her head in what seemed to be worry for Jess' well-being. However, it was her men who were sent, and she knew just what they were looking for. “Jess found a police report talking about the time shortly after father’s death.”
The only police report which could hint at Alice's involvement. The moronic young girl shot the driver on accident, and beloved Gregory pushed her out of the car before impact. The report discussed the witness report claiming one of the back doors was found open upon discovery. If found, it could lead to the family getting further clues on just what had happened. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get people to ask about hair samples in the car, which Victoria was all too certain could still exist. The man she sent was supposedly an expert on covert operations. She was going to be sure to deal with him later. Now that Marcus has it, he'll be quick enough to put two and two together on why it was going to be stolen.
"Poor Jess...I hope she's alright...I'm not quite sure she knows what she got herself into, falling for a Raines man," She drifted off, considering how to approach the girl in a concerned manner the next time they meet. It's likely Marcus would keep her around more at this rate. She's lasted long, despite being so young and non-influential in their world.
"What is the point of being nice to the mayor, and getting neutral persons assigned so that we can avoid an unnecessary war if I’m just going to have to do the work, anyways?” Anna's question allowed Victoria a moment to truly act as a mother, embracing her daughter with a gentle and warm hug.
"It all works out best in the end, my dear, if we keep someone out of our families on the job. The Hales want Raines blood and the Raines want Hales blood. What you're feeling here...they're feeling there, as well. Everyone wants answers, but the answers will remain unskewed if we have someone neutral," Victoria explained, as she perhaps had twice before. The exhausted look in her daughter's eyes mirrored her own. As Anna sent a text, Victoria turned her attention back to the original idea behind hiring a neutral detective. Rosales was a good one, but he despised the mafia for a reason. Keeping him at bay with as little information as possible was the best plan of action. Unbeknownst to her, he was currently getting what puzzle pieces he needed to crack open this case...
“A lot has been going on. We’ve all been nearly overwhelmed with so much work to be done. How are you feeling?” Anna's concern was welcoming, yet it brought a tint of sorrow in her own eyes.
"Losing the love of your life isn't easy, even if the life we chose granted him a shorter life sentence than most...but I manage, I've kept myself busy with the little things. It's these family meetings that really bring me back, though...they just feel so hollow without your father. He was a great leader, and for as great as Marcus is, he just isn't his brother." The words in her soft accent began to slur from the exhaustion and alcohol. With a glimmer of love in her eyes, she turned to Anna.
"My dear, I love speaking with you, but I believe we both need to at least attempt to get some rest. I know we'll be needing to look our best tomorrow. We'll most likely be going to Marcus' estate tomorrow to find out what's...going on," Victoria yawned while speaking, rising up and walking towards her room. "Rest well, my sweet Annabelle."
Victoria, however, was not ready for rest. Upon going into her room and locking it, she quickly tip-toed into her closet to pull out a burner phone, dialing the only number on it. With the knowledge that their home being watched, a satellite scrambler was quickly turned on to keep her line safe.
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"I failed."
"Bloody s**t you failed. The entire family will know of this by morn. Your head will be wanted on a platter for what you did. Attacking the woman was unnecessary."
"She saw me."
"Did she see your face?"
"No, ma'am. I wore a mask."
"Then you nitwit she didn't see you entirely. Running off with the paper was all you needed to do. It was our only time to be covert and you ruined it."
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"Just...wait for your next instructions come nightfall."
"Yes ma'am."
Victoria hung up the phone and massaged her temples in frustration before taking off her attire,
changing into a comfortable nightgown before collapsing on the all-too-big bed meant for two.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 5:32 pm
◥ X X L O C A T I O N ▪ ▪ Home X X X X C O M P A N Y ▪ ▪ No One X X X X M O O D ▪ ▪ Annoyed X X◤ ─────────────── ♚ ───────────────
Dark days loomed over Victoria Raines as she watched her family slowly unraveling the mysterious incidents involving both themselves and the Hales. Nobody had yet to suspect her, as far as she was aware, but she knew that sooner or later, her involvement will be noted. No matter how meticulously she planned and how few ties she attempted to use, getting away with masterminding murder was not easy. If the worst case scenario were to happen, she has already prepared a private plane from her own maiden family estate at a personal airport several towns down. Even better, she had her own gun now. Being a recent widow, it came across as an unsuspicious precaution to most. For now, the blandly dressed Victoria had walked fervently back and forth in her own room, a single maid standing patiently at the closed door.
"...Call Detective Rosales back and tell him he is welcome to visit us in the Raines house whenever he desires," She finally spoke bitterly, allowing the maid to duck her head out. Of all of the possible evidence that had been destroyed and hidden, something must have been able to grab the attention of one of the least informed detectives in the entire precinct. Whatever it was, it mustn't be good. She bitterly collapsed onto her armchair, tapping her finger against her cheek with a look of contemplation.
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