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| Dol | Mar 14 2015, 05:29 PM Post #1 |
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"Did you hear about Julienne Smythfield and his family?" The hustle and bustle of the busy speakeasy meant that it was nigh impossible for anyone to overhear the conversation that this small group was having, though in this instance it didn't really matter much since the same old story was on everyone's lips. It was New Year's day 1920 and just one day before on the last night of 1919 something terrible had happened. What was remarkable about this conversation though were its participants who were definitely not your average speakeasy patrons; sure they looked the part, up class men and women of means, dressed to the nines in fine tailored suits and beautiful dresses and no-one around them gave them more than a passing glance but it wasn't what was on the surface which made these people different. A couple held drinks that they hadn't touched but no-one in this group was drinking, they were here for the crowd and for the atmosphere and didn't seem to much care about anything else. "Julienne? That man who fancies himself Louisiana royalty in that big house of his set in the middle of that noxious swamp. I can't imagine that I'd really much care for any news relating to him." The man who replied to the initial question spoke in a refined southern accent that spoke of Georgia or perhaps South Carolina roots; it was the sort of voice one would associate with a Lawyer or Congressman, certainly someone of means. He was dressed in a conservative black suit with matching tie and held a cigarette in his off hand from which he took the occasional draw and leaned back against the section of the bar that they had gathered around. Some of the others nodded with him, having not already heard the news, clearly this man was a serious opinion maker within the group; even so a couple shook their heads sadly as the woman who had asked the question spoke up again. "Dead, all of them stone cold dead up in that big house of theirs. All their servants too poor things; no cause for it that anyone could see, no wounds, no signs of a struggle. They were found just where you'd expect them to be around the house as dead as dead can be, like they'd just suddenly stopped living and that was it." "Now Rosa, you have made me eat my words haven't you. Well well I stand corrected this is interesting. No word from anyone on our side of mortality?" Even as he asked Rosa shook her head slowly and with a gentle smile shrugged. "No I didn't think so or this wouldn't really be news for us would it now... how has the Prince taken it?" "As you'd expect, summoned the Primogen and stormed at them that he wanted answers, all bluster and what have you. Quite a little argument he had with them too from what I hear. Something about this has him deeply concerned for some reason." |
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