Post by Bloody Jack on Oct 16, 2010 13:46:29 GMT -5
Jacky Butler stepped deliberately through the ruins of Irving Hall, her high heels crunching on burnt paper, burnt wood, and whatever else remained in the burnt out shell. She removed her silk gloves carefully, pulling on the fingertips, as she surveyed the ruined building. She smirked under her large hat and unpinned the feathery piece from her soft brown hair, down up in the lastest style. She flinged the hat away from her, it settled on a half collapsed table near by.
Jacky used the end of her sun umbrella to push some ruined materials away, sifting through them to get to the bottom. She found nothing except a dirty cigarette case. It was not silver or gold, but copper. She pocketed it. Jacky turned her severe eyes to the collapsed balcony, where she believe... three people had died? She could not help but admire the old building. It had done what no human could achieve. Kill a number of people in an instant. Human hands could never do it alone. With weaponds and explosives, yes, but with their hands? No. Jacky smiled to herself and kicked out at a hunk of wood, chuckling darkly.
The burning of Irving Hall was not her fault. Sure, she'd been seen around the building that night, but not to burn the place down. No, she'd been collecting money she was owed. Sure, she had been seen staring at the flames as they touched the sky, but out of confusion and wonder, not well earned joy. She would never admit it, but Jacky had enjoyed going to Irving Hall with her many benefactors.
