The Radio Killings - Alastor's Past

1931: Mimzy

Alastor's ears perked up as he heard the faint sound of a piano in the distance. He smiled as the warm evening sun brushed across his face, warming his scalp to the perfect temperature.
"Rosie!" Alastor shouted as he waved his thin arm in the air, begining to ride faster towards his closest friend.
"Al!" Rosie shouted back, taking small sips of her dark green martini as she swayed to the beat of 'Kansas City Blues'.
"I told you, don't call me Al. It's Alastor, especially to you!" Alastor said, parking his bike next to a lamp post.
The Dance looked absolutely stunning that night. Candles sat on each table that surrounded the stage in which a small, chubby girl sang. The moon soared over the sky, as if it was a bird reaching down to swoop Alastor away.
Alastor soon began to notice that the entertainer that night looked exactly like his childhood friend, Mimzy. He was shocked, so shocked in fact that he could not keep his wide eyes off of her.
"Hello? Alastor, dear you seem to be going utterly bonkers. Are you even listening to me?" Rosie said, clapping her manicured hand in front of Alastor's face.
"A-ah! Of course! I apologise, it just seems like I have some business to attend to at the moment." Alastor tipped his tophat to his friend, and began to walk in long strides away from her, towards the stage.

"What a strange fellow!" A deep voice said behind Rosie.
"Oh! That's Alastor, we've been pals ever since he moved here. He's always been odd, but I guess that's what makes him practically perfect in every way!" Rosie said, begining to giggle. She turned around to see who she responded too, and she quickly noticed that she had been talking to an extremely handsome man. Her pale face broke out into a blush.
"Hm, indeed. You don't happen to... be interested in him?"
"Of course not! We are just friends. Always will be."

Alastor pulled up a chair directly in front of the stage, staring up at the beautiful woman who looked oh-so like Mimzy.
He was so lost in her eyes that he didn't even notice Rose dancing with her mysterious stranger.
Suddenly, the doll stopped singing.
"Excuse me, sir, do you need anything?" She said, leaning over the stage to look at Alastor as her paintist improvised a solo to keep the jive going.
"Hello, dear! My name is Alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you! You see, you seem to remind me exactly of my childhood friend Mimzy, and I just can't seem to take my eyes off of you!" Alastor said, chuckling.
"Oh boy, what a coincidence! Well... I should probably get back to singing, shouldn't I? The poor pianist's fingers must be sore!" She said, awakwardly laughing. She seemed to be uncomfortable by the presence of Alastor.
"Oh, I understand. Thank you, darling."