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|Chapter 1: Session 2 4/010/08|
|Topic Started: Apr 10 2008, 03:18 AM (42 Views)|
|Serge Wolf||Apr 10 2008, 03:18 AM Post #1|
Brice your sleeping on your bed, the sleep being induced from the large amount of alcohol you drank a few hours ago. Time passes for you awhile till your alarm clock goes off, and it signals the start of a new day. Your head obviously hurts and you feel a bit naustated. Symptoms of being hungover.
[11:13:54] ** (6) Brice groans and reaches out, blinding slapping for his alarm clock. He finally manages to hit it and then rolls over. Of course he had to pass out in the same clothes. His head pounded, a dull throbbing pain that made the blood in his ears rush. His mouth felt dry and tasted like he'd been visited by the poop fairy in the night. Luckily he'd read online that a hangover was from alcohol dehydrating onself, so he figured that a lot of water, some aspirin, and a shower might do him good. **
You head over to the bathroom to your medicine cabinet. Taking out the Aspirin and taking a small pill hoping it decides to kick in sometime soon before school begins. You then take your shower, hoping it relaxes you letting some of the water into your mouth, so you feel less dehydrated, then head back to your bedroom and get dressed into some fresh clothes.
[11:21:53] (6) Brice: Ah, that was so much better. He toweled off his hair and tossed the dirty clothes into a bulging hamper, making a note that it was probably time to do laundry. Brice sat down in front of his desktop and wiggled the mouse. "Wakey, wakey." He said to the machine as it whirred to life. Bright green lights inside of the tower came on and a cooling fan in the back started. The screen turned on and he logged in, checking all 6 of his e-mail accounts, calendar, and some websites. After a few minutes, he got up and walked into his kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal. He hoped it would calm his stomach.
You turn on the computer and wait for it to come to life, it takes awhile of course, but eventually it comes on and loads up, allowing you to check your email. Nothing really important except you had gotten an email from Mr. Gerald. Telling you about he got some computer equipment that he think you'd like to take a look at. Something about The blue Screen of Death and preventing him from seeing if his music students reports while he was on vacation and if you could help him. You think on it as you head to the kitchen and get some breakfast."
[11:29:28] (6) Brice: Low system resources. Time for a reboot. He'd probably cut it off while he went to class. The e-mail from Mr. Gerald was mildly intruiging. He hoped it was actually worth the time going over there, looking at the equipment. Already he was trouble-shooting in his head, thinking of all the reasons the BSoD would come up as he poured chocolate milk over his cereal.
You eat your cereal as you think of possible reasons of why his computer would go faulty so often. You reboot your computer as you munch on the cereal. The College recipe, making it more chocolately than needed. After rebooting up your computer, it works a bit more better tuned for you, as you hear the university bell ring.
[11:37:29] (6) Brice: "Aww, man. Stupid bell. What am I, still in high school?" He leaves the mostly empty bowl of cereal on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Brice grabs his bag, making sure his laptop is still inside and that he has most of his tools. He walks outside, locking the door behind him. "I'm off, said the madman."
You head out to class to get your work done. Learning about certain things and getting your assignments that you require to get the little piece of paper that would certify you to have the job you know your good at.
[11:46:17] (6) Brice: That paper, that bloody paper. Bunch of sheep, requiring a piece of paper that probably wasn't even worth the ink printed on it. But Brice wasn't in that bad of a mood. He'd been social last night and hadn't come away with his a$$ kicked. Just some snark, which was completely par for the course. He hummed the theme song to some nerdy cartoon while he walked across campus from class to class.
It's about 1 in the afternoon, when your classes end Brice. you head back to your Dorm and find a Hispanic man waiting outside of your door knocking on it a bit. ((Darby Descirbe yourself))
[12:16:03] (2) Darby: Darby is dark skinned and obviously latino but light skinned. His eyes are dark and forboading and his hair is straw like and jet black. He is fairly built as well, about 62 and 235 lbs.
[12:16:43] (2) Darby: "Hola. Yes I am a Mexican on your front doorstep," he laughs. "I'm Darby, You are brice correct?"
[12:16:56] ** (2) Darby reaches out offering a hand. **
[12:17:30] Attempting to assign the role of PLAYER to (7) Adam...
[12:17:58] ** (6) Brice walks up and blinks, looking at Darby strangely. "Uh, yeah....who are you?" He stops a few feet of way, his hands in his pockets. **
[12:18:53] (2) Darby: "wel we haven't met or anything but I think we have a shared acquaiatce who asked me to speak with you, a Mr Gerald" he explains, as his outsretched hand quivers a bit.
[12:19:53] (6) Brice: "Riiiight..." He says slowly and eventually takes the outstretched hand. "That still doesn't tell me who you are."
[12:20:36] (2) Darby: "Oh, sorry, my name is Darby, draby sanchez" he smiles. "I used to be a student here too"
[12:21:31] (6) Brice: "Okay. And why exactly are you here?" He scratched at his head, looking about to see if anyone else was around.
There isn't really anyone else around, there are a few students walking to classes or their dorms, but they don't seem to care
[12:22:56] (2) Darby: "well Mr Geald asked me to round you up for a paying job fixing some of his computer hardware. i help him do some medical research and some key equipment has gone down. It is of such importance to him that he wanted me to personally escort you to his place so things could get fixed. He thinsk very highly of you as you might well know."
[12:23:35] (2) Darby: "Have you worked with compurters a long time?" his voice shakes a bit as he thinks about another sample. Focus, he had to focus to do this right.
[12:24:10] (6) Brice: "Uh, yeah. Since they used data tapes. Okay, well, let me just go stash my books in my room and grab my tools and then I'll go with you. Is that acceptable"
[12:25:13] (2) Darby: "Sure, I'm not in a hurry' he lies.
[12:25:37] (2) Darby: "Do you have a car? Otherwise we might have to go with the bus"
[12:27:06] (6) Brice: "No, no car. I have a bus pass." He inches by Darby and unlocks the door. "Just wait here, okay?"
[12:28:00] (2) Darby: "Sure," he smiles waving ihis bus pass as well as if it were some kind of hot ticket to a concert.
[12:28:38] (6) Brice: Brice opens the door just enough to let himself in, sliding inside and shutting it immediately behind him, clicking the lock.
[12:29:04] ** (2) Darby hopes thsi guy plans on coming back out **
[12:29:37] (6) Brice: The first thing he does inside is put his bag down and grab one of his cellphones, giving Mr. Gerald a call to confirm who this guy really was.
[12:30:34] (2) Darby: ~OH sh*t what if he doens't come and I can't try another sample... oh sh*t~ he thinks and starts to freak. his hand shakes a bit more and he feel his lips quiver. Something wasn't right here. He would have to see Mr.Gerald but hopefully with the Brice fellow long or things might not go as well as he'd like.
It takes awhile, about 3 minutes but eventually Mr. Gerald picks up the phone. "H-Hello? He answers, sounding mildly sleeply. "Gerald Speaking."
[12:31:39] (6) Brice: "Hey, Mr. Gerald. Brice Winnfield here. I was calling to check up on the equipment you wanted me to look at. When did you want me to come over?"
[12:34:18] (4) Mr. Gerald: "Yes. Glad to hear you calling actually. I'd like for you to come over sometime around 3:00 I sent one of my fgellow associates to see if you'd be interested, he might've shown up early. Though you both should get along fine, He's a rather nerous man himself.
[12:35:07] (6) Brice: He opened his mouth to make a comment about him referencing his nerves. "What's his name again?"
[12:35:40] (4) Mr. Gerald: "Oh dear...Um- Excuse me, I just woke up. Umm. Darby, I think, or was it Thompson..."
[12:36:27] (6) Brice: "Dirty, I mean Darby Sanchez?"
[12:37:07] (4) Mr. Gerald: "Yes, yes. Darby Sanchez, that was him. He's a good fellow."
[12:37:49] (6) Brice: "Okay, I just wanted to call and make sure. He was here waiting for me when I got out of class. Kinda weirded me out. So, you want me to come over now, then?"
[12:38:17] (4) Mr. Gerald: "Yeah, that would be fine. Just head on over here, and I will be prepared."
[12:38:43] (6) Brice: "Okay. I'll do that." He paused for a moment. "Where's here again, exactly?"
He gives you the directions to his place, and says Darby can help if you forget.
[12:39:51] (6) Brice: "I just wanted to make sure I knew. Okay, I'll grab a bus and head on over."
He hangs up after thanking you
[12:41:59] (6) Brice: Brice hangs up, stuffing the phone in his pocket and grabbing the other from the charger. He walks into his room and comes out with a bag. No need to carry his laptop. Opening a desk drawer, he pulled out some tools, loading them one by one into the bag. After checking himself in the mirror, he grabbed a candy bar from the kitchen and then walked out of the apartment. Brice backed out, locking the doors behind him, holding the candy in his mouth. He muffled something that sounded like "Ready."
[12:43:16] (2) Darby: "Oh good" he says a bit excitedly. "o how long have you worked on computers?" he attempts to make small talk.
[12:45:11] (6) Brice: "About ten years. Alright, let's go and see if we can't catch this bus." He walked down some steps and unwrapped the candy bar, taking a big bite. Mmm, chocolate and caffiene. Perfect pick-me up. Should've grabbed a soda, he thought to himself.
You both manage to hop onto a bus, but the day has become rather busy and you get caught in traffic a bit.
[12:46:34] ** (2) Darby follows Brice studying him while trying not to stare too much. **
[12:47:09] (6) Brice: He didn't seem to notice, too busy texting on one of his phones while they got stuck in traffic.
[12:47:45] ** (2) Darby doesnt say much, his mind wanders as he thinks about another sample. It keeps hi from shaking. **
The bus makes it to the next bus stop eventually. And then hop on the next one. It's about 4:30 when this bus arrives at the appoainted stop.
[12:50:31] (2) Darby: "Almost there" he says a bit anxious. "i lobve medical research" he smiles thinking about a smaple.
[12:50:50] (6) Brice: "Mm." He nodded, looking up. "What's being researched?"
[12:51:41] (2) Darby: "Well it has to do with blood types and compatibility as well as delivery of drugs through a shared bloodstream concept" he lies not being all clued in but not wanting to look like a lackey in all of this.
[12:52:36] (6) Brice: "Shared bloodstream?" He looked at him skeptically. His phone made a sound and he looked back down. "Medical science is making leaps and bounds these days. Did you know Magic Johnson is down to just one AID?"
[12:52:56] ** (2) Darby laughs **
[12:53:07] (2) Darby: "i shouldn't laugh, but that IS funny"
[12:53:46] (6) Brice: "Yeah. AIDS is funny. Full of lulz." When the bus stopped, Brice stood up and walked off, keeping a close eye and hand on his bag.
[12:55:12] ** (2) Darby catshes up with Brice, "You ok? You seem a bit out of place, like you think you might get rbbedor something. I'm not actually mexican, i'm puert Rican. And my dad is English. **
You both begin to walk towards the Address of Mr. gerald, Darby trying to keep up small talk.
[12:57:16] (6) Brice: "Oh yeah. I'm just worried about my tools. So you're mom's from Puerto Rico, then?" He said quietly, looking down at his sneakers. "Did you know AIDS is a virus? And like herpes, it's incurable?"
[12:57:28] (2) Darby: "I'm not going to take yor wallet or anything" he smiles.
[12:58:39] (2) Darby: "Nothing is incurable. We are only limited by saying that we can't do something. There is an answer. It will get found. you weren't joking about teh Magiv johnson thing? I coudl have swore I heard that one before..."
[01:01:33] (6) Brice: "Everyone's heard everything before. And it's not you I'm worried about, it's the people on the bus." He said scratching his cheek. "But they are incurable. No one's found a cure the virus."
[01:02:09] (2) Darby: 'well only time will tell."
[01:03:14] (6) Brice: "Right on. I'm hoping I'll stay alive long enough to get bionic enhancements."
[01:03:33] (2) Darby: "Now that would be cool!"
[01:03:59] (2) Darby: "When your born they coudl just pitch all teh useless human parts and installupgrades" he laughs
After a few minutes of walking down the sidewalk, You both Find the fancy looking apartment Complex that Mr. Gerald is staying at.
[01:04:24] (6) Brice: "Seriously cool. All Six Million Dollar Man'n sh*t." He made the sound as he walked. "Okay, lead on."
[01:05:37] ** (2) Darby heads to the familiar apartment. His hand shakes as he rings teh doorbell. **
[01:06:54] (6) Brice: "You're really nervous, man. You wanna smoke a joint before we go in?"
Darby rings the doorbell and in a few minutes you both see a Mr. Gerald open the door a bit, please come in, both of you." He says as he quickly back away from the opening. "And please, close the door behind you."
[01:07:28] ** (2) Darby goes in as sintructed, holding teh door for Brice who has tools and such on him. **
[01:07:47] (6) Brice: Before Darby could answer, the door was opened. Brice jumped a little and walked in before Darby. "How's it going? Have a good nap?"
[01:09:43] ** (2) Darby smiles at teh sight of Mr Gerald. odlly he feels vey hungry looking at teh man but manages to control his urges for now. **
[01:10:45] ** (4) Mr. Gerald nods. "Yes, actually it was rather well, I would've prefered to sleep longer a bit, I'm just a little tired." he says as he walks further into the apartment. "I have the computer set up in this room. Darby, Your sample should be in the refriderator, marked with your name." he comments. **
[01:11:12] (6) Brice: "So is it a software or hardware based problem?"
[01:12:22] ** (2) Darby quickly heads to teh fridge while trying not to look obvious as he opens teh sample fridge with a shaking hand looking for teh cup with his nameon it. **
[01:12:38] (4) Mr. Gerald: "I'm not eactly sure, the machine just keeps, opening up to a blue screen. and it's preventing me from doing any work."
[01:13:15] (6) Brice: "How old is it?" He walked into the room and headed for the computer. "Do you know what OS you're running?"
[01:14:05] ** (2) Darby digs around in teh fridge for a smaple with his name on it, checking out teh other samples as well and wondering if those might be any good, but figures he better use his own and not flirt with danger. **
[01:15:11] (4) Mr. Gerald: "I don't know much of anything honestly, I recently got it, and tried to get it running, and it's been giving me problems, thats why I was trying to get yu to open up and talk about then, then I decided to ask you directly."
[01:16:06] ** (2) Darby digs around in teh fridge for a smaple with his name on it, checking out teh other samples as well and wondering if those might be any good, but figures he better use his own and not flirt with danger. **
[01:17:00] (6) Brice: "Direct's the best way to go." He sat down in front of it and turned it on. First thing he'd try, booting it in safe mode.
Darby you find a medium sized bag of the "sample", looks like an IV but with a twist off top.
[01:18:50] (2) Darby: The sample could have been cyanide and he woulndt have cared. Darby twists teh cap off and gussles teh sample, taking care though not to drip or waste any.
You boot up the computer and in the next instant, Bam! Instant blue screen.
[01:20:45] (6) Brice: "Huh. You have the software this came with?"
[01:22:26] ** (14) Mr. Gerald shakes his head. "Not anymore." **
[01:24:23] (6) Brice: "Okay. I like a challenge." And he began to work his magic, doing a battery of tests.
You work on the computer, trying to get the computer up and running, though through many test, nothing seems to be working. Darby, you drink from the sample, the thick liquid calmming you down, and brinigng you that same family sensation you felt before.
[01:28:12] (6) Brice: "Well, might be the hardware, then." He turned it off and reached around the back of the tower, unplugging it. After a few moments of gathering his tools, Brice quickly removed the case and looked inside.
[01:28:35] ** (2) Darby sighs a moment and gets his bearings after satiating his need. **
You open up the computer and see that it is filled with a bunch of jumbled wires and cards. "Darby, would you come in here?" You hear Gerald call.
[01:30:58] ** (2) Darby inspects teh cup until he is statified he has gotten every drop out, he tosses it in teh trash and heads over to the computer maintenence discussion at hand, 'hows it going?" **
[01:31:49] (6) Brice: Right. As most are. He pulls out a can of air and blows some of the dust out of the way, checking the connections from the motherboard to the rest of the peripherals. RAM, hard drive, etc.
[01:32:00] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Brice here is checking to see if, perhaps, there is something wrong with the hardware. I wanted to know, how you felt, from the latest sample.
[01:34:33] (2) Darby: 'i wanted to talks iwth you abot that. Perhaps it has a strong narcotic in it? I am really getting the shakes from eth sample, is that normal?"
[01:35:42] ** (14) Mr. Gerald he strokes his chin. "Hmm, from the chemical used in it, Hmm. Yes, I would think that was a normal reaction. How bad was it?" **
[01:37:15] (2) Darby: "well I've been a bit shaky and nervous is all. more than usual."
[01:38:32] (14) Mr. Gerald: "And how do you feel now?"
[01:39:27] (2) Darby: "Oh I feel alot better! but how long will that last?"
[01:40:07] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Well, I'd give it about a week now. For sure."
[01:41:28] (2) Darby: "ok, hwo many samples do I need to take, one a day?' he says hopefully
Brice, You check the connections to double check and find that everything is working just fine, though it's rather strange that it's not working."
[01:42:29] (6) Brice: "Huh." He sits back, scratching his head and utterly perplexed. The machine itself was working. After a moment, he pulled out one of his neat toys and began texting someone, a friend that was good with computers as well, to ask him his advice.
[01:42:41] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Noo, let's see if it actually last a week. Before we try, I want to make sure, it doesn't have an harmful side effects."
[01:43:24] ** (2) Darby groans, "A whole week?" **
[01:45:16] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Yes, A whole week." Brice, You text you friend, but don't get a response.
[01:47:43] (6) Brice: "Come ooon. Lame. Bet he's raiding." He tried another.
[01:48:30] ** (2) Darby sighs, Ok, but the ingredients are quite demanding on teh body" he warns. **
[01:49:49] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Nothing to worry about actually." he looks at Brice."Brice, can you continue to work on that...I've got, some work to discuss with Darby here."
[01:50:18] (6) Brice: "Yeah. I'm sorry Mr. Gerald. I don't know what the problem is. Do you have anything important on here that you absolutely need to keep?"
[01:51:09] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Well, I just got it. So, No I don't think so. try, try and keep the main componets working. I've asked for another one of my friends to come by, so he might be willing to help you
[01:51:50] (6) Brice: "The computer itself is fine. It's just...something on the harddrive. And you don't have ANY of the software? No backup disc, nothing? Is it still under warranty?"
[01:52:28] (14) Mr. Gerald: "I'm afraid not, It was brand new, so I just didn't think about that stuff."
[01:53:04] (6) Brice: "Did you download anything on here?"
[01:54:05] ** (2) Darby starts to look a bit impatient for Mr Geralds attention. he is usually not like this but he dfeels quite an tattachment to the man that he cannot quite explain. **
[01:54:22] (14) Mr. Gerald: "I'm not sure. I've got to discuss a few things with Darby, so Maybe my friend can help you when he gets here." he says and leads Darby away into another room.
[01:55:03] (6) Brice: Sighing, he unplugs everything, resituating all of the cords and such to be neater, then plugs it in and turns it back on.
[01:55:24] (16) metroknight: Disconnecting from server...
[01:55:24] (16) metroknight (exit): 01:55
Darby he leads you to the next Room and smiles. "So Darby, how are you feeling. Honestly."
[01:56:07] ** (2) Darby follows happy to get Mr Gerald alone for a minute as he goes into teh room for a private meeting, not knowing what to expect toor todo. **
[01:56:35] (2) Darby: 'Well like i said I fell good but I..." he reaches out touching Gerald's hand.
[01:57:16] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Feeling a bit more than that?"
[01:58:51] (2) Darby: "I feel a new kind of connectin to you" he pulls up his arm unconsciusly licking at teh spot where he drank from Mr geralds wrist last time.
[01:59:19] (2) Darby: "I can't help what i want sir and i can't explain it. Do you understand what i am feeling at all?"
[01:59:22] (14) Mr. Gerald: "Describe this connection."
[02:00:07] ** (2) Darby loks him in teh eye, "its hard to put into words esxactly...." and then he bites down on Mr Geralds wrist without thinking, hoping to break skin and drink. **
[02:00:30] (2) Darby: I'm so sorry"He instantly steps bac after biting, 'Oh god it
[02:00:40] (2) Darby: ..."Oh god im so sorry"
[02:00:45] (14) Mr. Gerald: "No no, it's okay. Go ahead."
[02:02:29] (2) Darby: "..Really" he says in suprise.
[02:02:57] (2) Darby: before Mt Gerald has tie to change his mind Darby bites down hard enough now to break skin and drink
[02:04:22] ** (2) Darby suckles blood from the man's wrist. Blood runs like a rivulet down his cheek but he hardly notices as his own eyes roll back into his head from the sensation of it. **
[02:04:51] ** (14) Mr. Gerald smiles as he lets you feed some more and then suddenly and violent pulls his wrist back **
[02:05:23] (2) Darby: draby sits there with his mouth open like a baby bird, his face bloody around his mouth.
[02:05:36] (2) Darby: "Why... wh did I do that?"
[02:05:40] (14) Mr. Gerald: "I need something from you Darby."
[02:05:58] (2) Darby: "ok... anything"
[02:07:26] (14) Mr. Gerald: "I need you... To expose your neck about 45 degrees and close your eyes."
[02:07:52] (2) Darby: "Oh... ok..." he does as asked
Suddenly, and quickly Mr Gerald grabs you firmly and bites down onto your neck.
[02:10:51] ** (2) Darby 's eyes widn from teh sudden shck and pain but he succumbs to teh bite, feeing a new kind of sensation which after a few moments strts to feel ,again, pleasurable. **
[02:11:25] (14) Mr. Gerald: He continues to drink from you, till suddenly, you pass out.
[02:11:48] (2) Darby: "Uh... *breathe*...uh...ohhh. *breathe" as he grasps his hands around Gerald's torso for support as he beukcles at teh kness a bit
[02:00:23] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): After a few minutes of Darby and Mr. Gerald Leaving, you hear a knock on the door.
[02:00:58] **(6) Brice: (whispering): waits for a minute, hoping that Mr. Gerald will open it. When he realizes that probably won't happen after a minute or so, he gets up and opens the door for him.**
[02:01:40] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You open the door and in steps a shadowy man. "Excuse me. Mr. gerald here?"
[02:02:18] (6) Brice: (whispering): "He went....somewhere. That way, I think." He hooked his thumb over his shoulder and then went back to the computer. It was frustrating him to no end.
[02:03:26] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): The man watches you a bit "Oh I take it, Your His Computer Friend then?"
[02:04:08] (6) Brice: (whispering): "Not much of a good one, apparently. To be fair if he had his software, I could help. I didn't think to bring my copies." Brice leans forward, closing his eyes and rubbing them.
[02:08:25] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): "Well have you tried, simply rewireing the hardrive to the mother board, there is obviously a connection fault along there. " he points at it and smiles.
[02:09:26] (6) Brice: (whispering): "I didn't bring my soldering gun either." Brice curses, turning the computer off and looking inside at the harddrive and motherboard.
[02:17:36] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): The man looks at you and suddenly without warning jumps on you, grappling you and holding tight.
[02:17:58] **(6) Brice: (whispering): yells and flails. "GET OFF ME YOU FREAK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"**
[02:18:53] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You try to fight him off but quickly and suddenly he bites down into your neck, and begins to drink
[02:19:30] (6) Brice: (whispering): "AAAHH! AAAHHH! AHHHHHH!!!!"
[02:21:11] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You continue to scream until eventually you feel a euphoric sensation begin to fill you
[02:21:37] (6) Brice: (whispering): "AAAAHHHH! AHHhhh...ahhhh...."
[02:22:56] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): He continues to feed till you eventuall pass out
[02:23:05] (14) ST:Wolf: (whispering): ~SESSION END~
|Serge Wolf||Apr 10 2008, 03:19 AM Post #2|
[11:16:07] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): Darby You leave Mr. Gerald's Apartment, feeling, more friendly towards him and his unique research. You remeber that he request you to go get Brice Winnfield, a student, but he said that he would have another sample for you ready tommorrow, and it's getting rather late.
[11:17:24] **(2) Darby: (whispering): is excited about his next sample and goes outside. ((Where in teh city am I rooughly))**
[11:20:42] ** (4) ST:Wolf you head back to your house on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. about a mile away from Mr. Gerald's house thinking about how great that last sample was. Though it certainly was a strange way to get someone to try something **
[11:22:37] **(2) Darby: (whispering): is elated about the smaple and doesnt much think about teh ramifications or the methods of it all. He gets home and shuffles around a desk for his bus pass. He heads down to the stop and catches teh next bus to Tulane University to look for this Brice fellow.**
[11:28:04] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You look through your house and find your bus pass. Unfortunatly it has expired, and it's around 10:00 PM the busses have stopped running. It would probably be smart to get a new pass in the morning and then go to the college.
[11:32:34] **(2) Darby: (whispering): sighs, realizing he is very over excited about this. He simply 'has' to get this done and get that sample in teh morning. He is not sure why but he is driven to do so. With a very restless mind he flops down on his bed and watches some TV, unable to sleep until he wakes from a groggy state in teh morning with the news on TV waking him up.**
[11:39:31] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You wake up on the couch feeling a bit empty inside, not like a hunger, but something else, you think that maybe that sample would help calm you down. your also regularly hungry as well since you haven't eaten in about a day. Your head sort of hurts because of the lack of sleep you got. But it is morning never the less.
[11:41:03] **(2) Darby: (whispering): groans, rubbing his head and ruffling a bit of hair doing so. He goes to the small fridge in his place and grabs a bit of milk and honey nut cheerios. He pours a big bowl and starts crunching. He checks out teh news and thinks about whether he can afford a bus pass or if he is going to have to walk.**
[11:45:44] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): The new is rather Morose actually as there was recent reports of a Meat deleviery truck tearing through the French Quarter of New Orleans running people over nonchelantly, untill it dissappeared. You look through your wallet and check your stash for any money. You have just enough to afford a bus pass.
[11:47:15] (2) Darby: (whispering): "Wow, what will happen next?" he thinks aloud munching as he hears about teh rogue meat truck. "Probably some mexican driver" he laughs to himself. He's allowed as hes half hispanic. Similar to how blacks can pull off black jokes he validates his racist views.
[11:49:12] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You finish up your megar cereal meal as your assert your "award" winning personality on yourself. Not bothering to check yourself. It's about 10:00 AM and you figure the bus stations must be running now.
[11:50:12] **(2) Darby: (whispering): takes off to teh bus. the sooner he gets hld of this Brice the sooner he can get on with medical research and try another sample. He gets up anxiously and heads for the bus stop**
[11:52:13] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You head to the bus stop, it's not that busy actually, since most schools have already started. So you manage to get a bus pass and hope on the one towards Tulane University.
[11:53:46] **(2) Darby: (whispering): finds a seat and plops himself in it looking around in and around teh bus and keeping to himself till he gets to teh University.**
[11:56:18] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): The Bus is simple and quant. Nothing really special as you head off to the school. There are a few old people sitting as well, a few yound adults and thats about it. As the bus goes on. You disembark and get on the next scedhuled bus, as the memories of last night start to play in your head. Mr. Gerald would simply like you to bring Brice to him tonight, not forcefully, but understandingly. Tell him, Gerald would like his help with some machines, and he'd be paid and such
[11:58:28] (2) Darby: (whispering): Thinking it over things seemed easy enough. Apparently this Brice was a computer guru of some kind. It dint uch matter so long as he could get hold of some more samples. Darby shakes his head a bit feeling a bit weird but recovering. Was he shaking? What had such a hold over him? perhaps teh smaples were tainted. he would have to mention this to Mr Gerald as shaking and seizures are a major side affect of a drig.
[12:01:56] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You ride the bus thinking over the symtoms your having actually glad to have noticed them and your interest in the medical field having been a bit useful. You definatl think that Mr. Gerald would appreciate this, though it's a bit worry some. It takes awhile longer but you arrive at the school finally at around 1 o'clock.
[12:02:45] (2) Darby: (whispering): Draby hops off teh bus looking around. He would go and try admissions first.
[12:06:12] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You go to the admissions office and find a secretary there typing at her computer, she doesn't seem to have taken a notice of you though
[12:06:58] (2) Darby: (whispering): "Um..." he hesitates. "Maybe you coudl help me" he tries to look cute to appela to her, hopig she will help him.
[12:08:26] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): The secretary looks up at you and smiles her best smiles. "Yes sir, how may I help you?"
[12:09:29] (2) Darby: (whispering): "Well i think I may have an odd request, but I am looking for a specific student here on campus. I have a temporary job offer for him."
[12:09:48] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): "Are you an employeer?"
[12:09:53] (2) Darby: (whispering): "Could you point me in the direction of a Brice Winnfield?"
[12:10:44] (2) Darby: (whispering): "Me? No, but my colleague is. he is a medical researcher and needs help fixing some hardware on his machines. he instructed me to look up Brice, noting that he is very good with computers"
[12:12:16] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): At first she looked at bit worried, but hearing your story she nods in understanding. "No problem then sir. He lives at ******, Room number 4B. "
[12:13:12] (2) Darby: (whispering): "Oh thanks yuou, but I'm sure he's in calsses. Do you think you could look up his schedule for me. I promise not to interrupt him in class but at least I coudl find him within the hour that way. I woudl really apprecaite it"
[12:13:23] **(2) Darby: (whispering): notes teh room and place as well**
|Serge Wolf||Apr 10 2008, 03:19 AM Post #3|
[11:14:34] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): Sorcha, Your sitting in the resteraunt, waiting for the music exec to show up. It's about 3:50 PM, you decided to show up early and hope that it would look good for you. You not in your usual get up. Instead opting to wear something nice and femine instead of the heavy metal gear.
[11:16:18] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): sits at the table, sipping her iced tea, looking around trying to see if maybe she can pick out the execs when they show up**
[11:18:58] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): goes over the meeting in her head, trying to best plan out how she wil go about it**
[11:22:00] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): You continue to wait for the Executive to show up and about around 4:20 PM you see a man dressed in a finely pressed black business suit walk over to your table being guided by a waitress. "Ms. McMannus?"
[11:23:25] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): stands up, "Yes, that's me."**
[11:26:52] (4) ST:Wolf: (whispering): He smiles and extends his hand out to shake yours. "Nice to meet you Ms.McMannus. My name is Mr. David. I'm an excutive for Axe Records."
[11:27:40] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): takes his hand, "Good evening, Mr. David. I can't say how excited I am about this."**
[11:30:17] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): He shakes your hand heartily and then sits down in his seat. "So then tell me Ms. McMannus, have you ordeded already?"
[11:30:55] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Just a drink, actually. I figured it would be rude to order before you arrived."
[11:37:23] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): He smiles and nods. "Glad to hear it then. I didn't want to look like a fool and be eating after you." he says and has a waitress brought over to the table. He orders his meal and let's you order and then looks at you a bit. "Soo tell me Ms.McMannus. How long have you been doing music?"
[11:38:41] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Oh yes, though I have 'branched out' a bit from my roots. I started playing in my father's pub before I was old enough to legally drink there."
[11:41:03] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Mostly I started with local folk songs and the like...I'm sure you know how it is in small town pubs and the like. But by the time I made it in to Julliard, I had begun experementing with other, more varried styles. As I'm sure you are already aware, I found my 'home' so to speak in rock and heavy metal."
[11:43:00] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "I know how many people just consider it noise, but there is alot of technical playing involved."
[11:43:11] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): "Why not tell me some of the schooling you've done, and what awards you've gotten in school for this."
[11:45:18] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Well, I graduated magna cum laude from Julliard and I was awarded 9 of the 10 'best' awards for string instrments durring my tenure there."
[11:46:52] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): He smiles and nods. "That's rather impressive Ms.McMannus. Your must be a real prodigy with your guitar. I'm glad I found you then. Tell me a little my you like heavy metal."
[11:49:28] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Well...it just spoke to me, I guess. There is alot of emotion in the music. Feelings that we all have to one extent or another but are afraid to express for fear of reprisal. It's liberating, is suppose, is what I'm trying to say."
[11:49:55] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "And as far as musicly, well...it's just damned fun to play."
[11:50:15] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): "Did you happen to bring a sample of your work?" he ask, curiously.
[11:56:12] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Uh, yes actally I did."
[11:56:43] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): digs into her completely unfashionably and entierly too large back and pulls our a CD she made of some of her solo stuff**
[11:56:56] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): bag* (not back)
[11:58:25] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "It has a few tracks I've put togather of some of my solo work, and a couple I did with some local friends that play
[11:58:32] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): ."
[12:00:03] ** (4) Mr. David takes the CD and looks it over and nods. "I'll just take this to the office later and have a listen for myself later on today. "So tell me. How do you see yourself in 4 years?" **
[12:02:35] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Rocking out every chance I get, of course. Be it with a contract and out on the road, or still here in my adoptive home town. The music is my life and I'm gonna live it till my fingers fall off."
[12:05:38] ** (4) Mr. David smiles and laughs a bit. "That's great news to hear. Tell me, ..." He stops talking as the waitress brings your food over and then lookds back at you. "Do you know anyone who could recomend you?" **
[12:07:00] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Heh, stop by any of the local rock clubs and just mention my name, I'm sure they'll tell ya a few things. And asside from that, well, one of my old instructors from Julliard happens to be in town, actally. I can give you his number if ya like."
[12:07:48] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): "That'd be perfect. Someone professional would be a good reference to use actually, jsut the sort of thing e were hoping for."
[12:08:36] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): pulls out her cellphone, pulls up Gerald's number and writes it down for Mr. David.**
[12:09:25] ** (4) Mr. David takes the number and nods. "That'd be great. Now how about we enjoy our meal as we talk over some casual news?" **
[12:09:57] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): smiles at him, "Absolutely."**
[12:11:10] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): You and Mr. David eat your meals as you talk about the weather, the news, sports, books, other music, he seems to ask alot of in general questions, probing only a little bit into your personal life."
[12:19:43] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): The meal goes over a bit longer when you both finish your meals. "Well Mr. McMannus, or if I may. Sorcha. I think this has been a rather great meeting. I think after I geet a more closer listen to your samples and have a talk with your recommendation. Then we can get the papers signed, because I think for sure, Axe Records is going to want you."
[12:21:14] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): can't help but grin ear to proverbial ear, "That is fantastic news, Mr. David."**
[12:22:14] ** (4) Mr. David smiles and extends his hand for you to shake. "Well then, Shall we calls this interview adjourned?" **
[12:24:01] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): nods and takes his hand, "And I look forward to hearing from you again, Mr. David."**
[12:26:21] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): "I can ssure you Sorcha. You will be hearing from me again. I can garuntee it.." he says with a bit of melodramtic chill and smiles.
[12:27:00] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): let's it slide, figuring that it may just be his sense of humor**
[12:31:59] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): gatheres her things, "HAve a good evening, Mr. David."**
[12:32:12] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): shakes his hand one last time and heads out to her car**
[12:38:58] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): He nods to you and leaves the resteraunt with you. He heads back to his small Limo and then heads off as you get into your car.
[12:45:09] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): starts her baby up and drives herself home**
[12:47:41] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): pulls into her lot and gets her guitar out of the trunk, carrying it up to her appartment.**
[12:49:16] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): strips down out of her "buisness" clothes and plops down on her sofa in her undies. She plugs her baby (the guitar) up to a small practice amp and begins playing just for the fun of it.**
[12:52:54] (4) Mr. David: (whispering): You play with your guitar, tuning it, warming it up, getting a good feel for it before you let it relax more in you grip. You cell phone goes off about 20 minutes later.
[12:53:40] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): leans back and answer the phone, "Oi! Somebody better be dead."**
[12:54:10] (4) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Sorcha. I was wondering how the interview went or if you had forgotten to call me back after it."
[12:55:03] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Oh yeah! Sorry about that. I've actually only been home for about half an hour but things went quite well."
[12:55:20] (4) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Please tell me, what happend, what went down."
[12:56:42] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Well, it was a fairly basic meeting all in all. He took a copy of my demo and got a couple refferences - which reminds me I passed him your name, hope that's not a problem - and expressed a definate intrest in my work."
[12:58:06] (4) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "not at all, I'd only be more than glad to recomenned one of my star students."
[12:58:48] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): makes a slightly exxagerated sigh, "I was hoping you'd say that."**
[01:00:28] (4) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): He hears your sigh. "You Okay Sorcha?"
[01:02:29] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Oh no, I'm just fine. I was only kidding."
[01:19:19] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "I'm glad to hear that they are considereing you. It sounds like your going to get signed on, Now do you still feel up to celebrating?"
[01:19:57] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "I'm always up for a good celebration."
[01:20:16] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "I'll have to get ready again though...I'm a little nude at the moment."
[01:20:47] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Ahh, then get dressed. We need to celebrate."
[01:21:05] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "What did ya have in mind?"
[01:21:33] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Not sure really. You just had dinner, so what do you suppose?"
[01:21:53] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "I'm up for anything."
[01:22:27] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "It's your vacation, so you decide. I live here, remember?"
[01:22:41] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Well then, what would you recoomend"
[01:24:25] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "I dunno, you tell me."
[01:27:44] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "I don't know, honestly besides Pubs or dinner, I don't know what this town has to offer."
[01:28:25] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): laughs a bit, "This is the party capitol of the world, Gerald. That IS all this town has to offer."**
[01:28:53] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Clubs, pubs and resteraunts."
[01:29:52] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Is there any particualr one, you would recommned, I mean you did just have dinner right?"
[01:30:48] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "It was little more than a light snack. I'm may be a rocker chick, but a woman can't be seen eating her fill at a meeting like that. It's right impropper."
[01:33:46] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): he makes a sound as if he is thinking. "Well then how about a Pub then?"
[01:34:28] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Fine by me."
[01:35:58] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Okay then, Shall we meet up at the same place?"
[01:36:24] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Sure...say in an hour?"
[01:36:54] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Sure thing. Meet you there."
[01:37:12] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Alright then. See you later, Gerald."
[01:38:58] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): hangs up the phone and sighs**
[01:40:42] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): gets up and goes to get dressed**
[01:44:40] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): You go get dressed into your normal outfit this time around
[01:45:35] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): puts on a of thigh-high fishnets and a suspendy belt. She coveres that with a short leather skirt and some knee-high black boots. All of this is set off with a tight leather bodice and a beaded collar-style necklace. She then throws a light see-through silk, long sleeved half-shirt.**
[01:53:20] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): You get dressed up and ready and head over to the pub. It takes awhile, but eventually you get there, You can easily spot Mr. Gerald there.
[01:55:40] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): approaches him, "Hey there, Mr. Gerald."**
[01:56:13] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Hello There Sorcha. Glad to see you again."
[01:58:31] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "And you too. Hope you haven't been waiting too long."
[02:02:54] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): He looks at you and smiles with a Beer already in his hands. "Not at all. I recently got here myself. So, You excited about this Person who interviewed you?"
[02:03:55] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Oh definately. He was a little more 'buisness like' that I expected, but he was nice and definately seemed interested in my work."
[02:08:52] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "I'm glad to hear that honestly. I was wondering if you'd listen to an Idea I had."
[02:10:09] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Oh?"
[02:10:19] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Why kind of idea?"
[02:13:29] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Well You see, I hope it doesn't sound rude of me, but when've known each other how long? A about 10 years now?"
[02:14:45] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Something like that, yes. Why?"
[02:15:48] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Well, I don't mean to sound presumptious, But I've noticed, You don't take an interest into men. And I was going to ask before you move, but never had the chance."
[02:17:06] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Well...let's just say I have a fondness for women, but I enjoy sex in all its forms."
[02:17:44] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "My mum and pa would have a heart attack and die on the spot of they heard that from their unmarried daughter."
[02:17:52] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): laughs a bit at that**
[02:18:21] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Well, I hope this doesn't come off as rude, but I asked one of my students to visit, I was hoping maybe you two, would perhaps hit it off, if I was right."
[02:19:06] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): raises an eyebrow, "Are you setting me up, Gerald?"**
[02:19:26] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "Hopefully, if that is okay."
[02:21:45] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): thinks for a second, "Well, I have been in a bit of a dry season lately. So I'll keep an open mind."**
[02:21:48] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): grins**
[02:25:39] ** (14) Mr. Gerald smiles. "I'm glad to hear that. I think of you as my own daughter. If thats okay. So I want you to be happy. He says as he looks around and nods at someone. **
[02:27:22] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): looks around, "So she's here now?"**
[02:28:01] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): looks back to him, "And it's perfectly fine. You have acted alot like a father figure for me since you found me back in ireland."**
[02:29:33] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): You see a very exsquist woman walk up to the table with a genous smile, she is rather well filled out top wise, and looks happily to see you. "Nice to meet your Sorcha. I'm Jezzibelle." she says in a light british accent.
[02:32:06] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): stands and smiles, "Nice to meet ye Jezzibelle. Mr. Gerald has spoken quite well of you."**
She smiles back some more. "It's a great pleasure to meet you. Mr. Gerald told me all about you, Your one of his favorite students. I hope you don't mind, You can probably tell I have some British in me."
[02:38:43] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): She smiles back some more. "It's a great pleasure to meet you. Mr. Gerald told me all about you, Your one of his favorite students. I hope you don't mind, You can probably tell I have some British in me."
[02:40:43] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): gives her a sly grin, "Nobody's perfect."**
[02:42:54] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "I'm really glad you don't mind that. After All There have been some politcal problems with my country and yours, though I've been living in America for about 5 years." she says.
[02:44:59] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Little over ten for me. Ever since Gerald here found me in my Da's pup back in ireland."
[02:46:52] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): You and her continue to talk the night away, with Mr. Gerald speaking up every now and then. He adds some flavor to the conversation wheever he is brought up, but as the night progrssivily goes on, you two become more interested in each other. "Would you like to come over to my place?" she ask after you have had more than enough to drink.
[02:48:41] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): gives her a bit of a cokney'd grin, and says in a thick, alcohol enhanced accent, "That sounds like a right propper idea, love."**
[02:50:25] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): She nods and agrees a bit eagerly, helping you up to your feet as Mr. Gerald winks at you as you both leave the bar. She helps you into her car and after about 10 minutes you arrive to her place, a rather small apartment that is nice and cozy. "So, what do you think of it my dear?" she ask.
[02:52:23] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Definately not bad. Bigger than my place that's for true."
[02:53:20] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): "I'm glad you like it. How about I show you around, maybe the kitchen, maybe the living room, or heck even the bedroom?" She suggest with a coy smile.
[02:54:01] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Kitchens, living rooms...meh. All the same. But the boudoir, those are special."
[02:55:28] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): She nudges you a bit playfully and looks into your alcholoed induced eyes. "Tonight is rather special my dear." she says with a smile and leads you there gently but inistantly.
[02:56:11] (3) Sorcha: (whispering): "Oh? Why's that?"
[02:57:39] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): You find yourself in her bed room a bit suddenly, not exactly sure how you got there, but she kisses you deeply and sensually on the lips and hugs you close.
[02:58:27] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): lets the alcohol do the talking and follows along with enthusiasm**
[03:00:06] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): This routine goes on for awhile as she feels you up, carressing you, and kissing your neck a bit much, making you feel a bit hot and bothered as the alcholhol goes to town on you, when she suddenly bites down on your neck, and begins to feed, extremely painful, but dulled by the drink as it begins to feel Euphoric.
[03:00:56] **(3) Sorcha: (whispering): gasps as she is bitten, but quickly relaxes as the Kiss sets in**
[03:02:18] (14) Mr. Gerald: (whispering): SHe continues to feed on you as you expierence the pleasure of the kiss, Revealing in it till you pass out.
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