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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 12:59 AM Post #1 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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How many of you people out there Been hurt in some kind of love affair? And how many times did you swear That you'd never love again? How many lonely, sleepless nights? How many lies, how many fights? And why would you want to Put yourself through all of that again? "Love is pain," I hear you say Love has a cruel and bitter way of Paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain How could it be that what you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old book in rainy weather You see a picture of her smiling at you When you were still together Or you could be walking down the street And who should you chance to meet But that same old smile you've been thinking of all day? Why don't we turn the clock to zero, honey I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock all the way back I wonder if she'll take me back I'm thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero, sister You'll never know how much I missed her I'm starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across We're starting up a brand new day It could happen to you, Just like it happened to me, There's simply no immunity There's no guarantee. I say love's such a force if you find yourself in it You need some time for reflection You say, baby wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Turn the clock to zero, honey I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero, Mac I'm begging her to take me back I'm thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero buddy Don't wanna be no fuddy duddy Started up a brand new day I'm the rhythm in your tune I'm the sun and you're the moon I'm the bat and you're the cave You're the beach and I'm the wave I'm the plow and you're the land You're the glove and I'm the hand I'm the train and you're the station I'm a flagpole to your nation - yeah Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day I'm the present to your future You're the wound and I'm the suture You're the magnet to my pole I'm the devil in your soul You're the pupil I'm the teacher You're the church and I'm the preacher You're the flower I'm the rain You're the tunnel I'm the train Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day You're the crop to my rotation You're the sum of my equation I'm the answer to your question If you follow my suggestion We can turn this ship around We'll go up instead of down You're the pan and I'm the handle You're the flame and I'm the candle Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world We're starting up a brand new day Lyrics to: Brand New Day Preformed By: Sting ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ **************************************** **************************************** Recorded Conversation Participants Unknown June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Man 1: What do we do? Man 2: What can we do? Man 1: Does he know? Man 2: He was informed this morning. Operation Archangel is in effect. Man 1: Do you think it’ll work? Man 2: <pause> I don’t know. Man 1: What about the rest of the world? Man 2: They know, they all know. We’ve been preparing for the possibility of this for 30 years now. The boat should leave the harbor in less than 12 hours. Man 1: How long until we know if it’s successful? Man 2: 24 hours after that. Man 1: And if it doesn’t work? Man 2: Then we’re fucked. <pause> We need to prepare for the worst, just in case. Man 1: <heavy sigh> Roger, I’ll start with the disarming. Is this across the globe? Man 2: Not all, some refuse to accept the truth. By the time they figure out what we’ve done, it’ll be too late for them to do anything. Once they blow, well at least they won’t be over American soil. Man 1: But there are innocent, Man 2: There are innocent people here as well. It’s our responsibility to ensure the survival of the American people. Disarm, disable, dismantle and open the silos for occupation. Man 1: Roger. <pause> What do we tell the public? Man 2: Nothing to tell them. Man 1: But, Man 2: But nothing. If this doesn’t work… Man 1: But they deserve to know. Man 2: I know, but that’s up to Him to decide. Right now, it’s our job to prepare for what’s coming. Man 1: <pause> This isn’t supposed to happen in real life, just in the god damn movies. Man 2: Well this isn’t the movies General. I suggest you get working. You’ve got 70,000 warheads and 104 reactors to get ready without the public knowing. Man 1: What else can we do? Man 2: We can pray General, we can pray. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:00 AM Post #2 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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**************************************** **************************************** Adam Barkley Phoenix, AZ June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Adam slipped into the single bedroom at the end of the bus as quietly as he could manage fighting back a yawn. It was almost 7am and he was finally getting back to the bus. He could hear the other guys getting in and starting to get ready for bed out by their bunks. Everyone was being very quiet as to not wake the sleeping baby that was curled up in her crib beside Adam’s bed. He walked over to the crib and looked down at his daughter who was wrapped around her favorite stuffed teddy bear. He ran his hand over his face and looked at the clock. If he was lucky she’d sleep for another few hours and he could get a little sleep. First though, he had to shower. He slipped off his sneakers and silently walked into the small bathroom, dropping his clothes to the floor and turning on the water to the shower. He heard a thump outside in the hall and heard Paul cursing a little too loudly and then grow very soft as he remembered the sleeping baby. Adam froze, pressing his ear to the door to the bedroom listening for any sounds of stirring. Hearing none, he let out a long breath and climbed into the tiny shower washing off the mix of dried sweat, booze and smoke from his skin after a long night of partying. He let himself go crazy once, no more than twice a week. Being a father to Callie was more important than boozing it up, but he still wanted to be a part of the band, play with the boys so to speak. He didn’t begrudge Willow her alone time, she’d changed her life dramatically after meeting him. She needed her time to do her thing, just like he did and God bless her, she never complained when she had to cancel her own plans for his. And to think… if he hadn’t met her he probably would have married Melissa. Adam washed off his body as quickly as he could trying to make as little noise as was possible. Washing off his gentiles he debated giving himself a quick hand job and getting out some of that pent up sexual frustration he was feeling. The night had, of course, been full of a bevy of beautiful women all flirting and hitting on him. He handled it gracefully enough, smiling and talking to them but never crossing that dreaded line. Worst thing he’d ever done was accidently touch a girl’s breast which he’d promptly confessed to Willow. She’d just laughed and kissed him… of course he knew if he actually fucked another woman he’d end up wearing his balls for earrings, but he could never do that. No matter how beautiful the woman he met, they couldn’t hold a candle to his wife. Masturbation was a sin of course, but he was realistic. He was a red blooded male, he had sexual urges but no matter how much the urge, it really wasn’t nearly as appealing as being with his wife. Ultimately, Adam turned off the shower and climbed out without jerking off and he silently toweled himself off. Looking in the mirror he stuck out his tongue and put his hand in front of his face, taking a sniff of his breath and wincing. “Jesus,” he muttered, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste scrubbing off his teeth and tongue with vigor. This was promptly followed by several swigs of Listerine. He stood in front of the mirror for another minute before popping three Advil and turning off the light before opening the door and stepping back into the darkened bedroom. “Dada!” Adam groaned internally, his head falling back as he looked at the ceiling for a moment. He’d tried to be so quiet… “Hey baby,” he cooed, smiling. “Wanna sleep with Daddy?” She grabbed the arm of her teddy bear and stood there at the edge of the crib watching him for a moment. “Up!” Callie extended her arms towards him smiling, the bear hanging from her hand and giggling as her father scooped her up into his arms. “Did you have good baby dreams?” He asked kissing her cheek and sitting down on the edge of the bed, his entire body screaming at him to sleep. Adam risked it and scooted up on the bed, laying his daughter next to her. What came out of her mouth, he had no idea. Willow could understand baby, but he was clueless so he just laid there as she ‘talked’ for a minute. For all he knew she was telling her teddy that Daddy still smelled funny. “Dada!” Adam snorted and shot awake not even noticing that he’d started to drift off. He opened his eyes to see her sitting on her knees, hands on his chest and smiling at him. “Ungy!” “Sorry baby, sorry,” he said running his hand over his face trying to remember where Marta was. Sometimes the days all blended together, especially after nights like last night. He sighed, remembering that it was Friday… her day off. “No rest for the wicked,” he muttered smiling at Callie. “How about IHOP?” Callie let out a squeal of delight falling back on the bed rubbing her tummy. He was pretty sure she didn’t know IHOP from Baker’s Square but food was food and he knew that she had to be hungry. After all she usually had her own dinner around 7 or 8. Adam slid out of bed, yawning and grabbing a clean pair of shorts and a fresh shirt from the open suitcase beside the bed. Not even in moments like these did he regret having kids. He remembered fighting with Melissa about them, about how she’d wanted to settle down, get married, have babies… and how he’d resisted it. The fights that they used to get into… if only his Dad knew. With Willow though, from the moment he had met her things had been different. It had been like everything had just fallen into place instantly. Three months into their relationship when she found out she was pregnant… it had been, without a doubt, the happiest day of his life t that point. Even happier than the day Area 5 had signed their contact with the record label and he’d never thought that day would have ever come. Mark kept telling him that he was hopeless and Adam couldn’t really argue with it. He was madly in love with his wife, madly in love with his children… with life in general. The only thing that could have completed his life and made it perfect, was to be on speaking terms with his father again. Adam sighed, at the fact that he hadn’t spoken to him since the day he and Willow had gotten married. Grabbing his cell he slipped it in his pocket. Maybe he’d call him over breakfast… maybe… not like Callie would care. Maybe… Or maybe he’d just stab his eyes out with a fork. **************************************** **************************************** Stu Miley Las Vegas, Nevada June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “Hey Smiley!” “What up Pete?” Stu said walking into Little Darlings and giving his buddy a wave. Little Darlings was one of the more… questionable nightclubs in Last Vegas. Not because it was dangerous or morally impure, this was Vegas after all, moral’s had nothing to do with it. There were just some night clubs that went further than others when it came to taking care of their guests and this was one of them. The club was dark, dimly lit with soft spotlight moving around the room lighting up an abundance of men. There were plenty watching the girl on state. Sunny Vale, a hot little red head with a nice rack and legs that went on for days, Stu thought with a smile. “You looking for someone in particular?” Pete asked, pouring Stu a drink and Stu turned, walking over to the bar. He leaned against it backwards, his eyes moving around the darkened room studding the face of every man watching Sunny and every ‘gentleman’ in a booth being doted on by a topless number. “Yeah,” he said turning and downing the drink not seeing the guy. He slammed it back onto the bar and pulled a photo out of his pocket. “Fucker owes Big Ray ten large and Ray wants his money.” He slid the photo across the dark marble and Pete picked it up looking at it. Frowning to see it more clearly he brought it down under the bar near the LCD lights. “You seen him?” “Not sure,” Pete said. “Lots of guys but… maybe.” He frowned, eyes narrowing. “Sugar, come here kitten and take a look at this.” “What’s up big guy?” Sugar purred coming over behind the bar. “What’s up Smiley.” “He’s looking for this guy,” Pete said pouring Stu another drink and handing the photo over to Sugar. “You seen him tonight?” “Yeah,” she said after a minute. “He’s with Sweet Pea, room 9 I think.” “Thanks,” Stu said taking the photo back and slipping it back into his pocket. He cast one last look over at Sunny who had just kicked off her bottoms and was sliding down the pole upside down to the whoops and hollers of the men. “Nice,” he muttered to himself heading towards the back totally missing the amused smile that Sugar gave Pete. He passed the two bouncers standing guard with a nod and entered the veiled hallway. It was almost amazing, the way that the thrumming techno from the speakers in the main room quickly dissipated in the hall though he knew that the owners had spent a considerable penny getting that to happen. He passed the rooms quietly, tracing his fingers along the walls and doors lightly until he reached room 9. This, he thought, should be interesting. Grabbing the door knob he swung the door open. “Oh yeah baby,” said the man sitting in the chair, his back turned to the door. “That’s it… oh yeah…” The blonde let out a soft moan, her head bobbing up and down on his lap rapidly. Stu couldn’t help but laugh. Fucking dipshit… getting sucked off in the back of a strip joint. “What the fuck?!” The man said spinning around, kicking the girl off him and his face was met with Stu’s fist. He staggered backwards, tripping over the girl and falling backwards flat on his ass with a thud. “STU!” “Get out of here Pea,” Stu said walking across the room and kicking the man in the gut not noticing that the man had apparently lost a good forty pounds since that photo had been taken this morning. “I got business with this asshole.” “Stu stop it!” She yelled grabbing his arm. “He’s not,” “Look babe,” Stu said turning and looking at her. “I got business with this fag, so fuck off. I know you already got your pretty ass paid. Man owes Ray ten large.” “Whoever you’re looking for, this isn’t it!” She yelled at him slapping him across the face. “What the fuck is your problem man?!?” Groaned the man on the floor and Sweet Pea fell to her knees beside him blocking his face from view. “Godammit,” Stu snarled grabbing her shoulder and pulling her away and dropping her against the wall. He didn’t even see her foot as it connected with his groin and he staggered backwards with a grunt. “Fuck…Pea…dammit…” “He’s my fucking boyfriend you asshole!” Sweet Pea yelled at him. “He don’t owe Ray shit!” “Yeah? Well,” Stu said pausing, looking at the man on the floor again which wasn’t easy considering his eyes were watering and his dick was screaming holy murder at him. His brows drew together and he pulled the photo from his pocket again taking another look at it. She was right… this wasn’t the dude he was looking for. If it was, he’d had some major face work and liposuction since this photo had been taken. “Shit man, sorry.” “Fuck you,” grunted the man on the floor. “Get the fuck out of here Stu.” Snapped Sweet Pea angrily. “Well fine, fuck you both then.” Stu said angry at their hostility despite the major fuck up on his part. He could kill Pete and Sugar for this, but then again, it was possible that the fucker had been here and left. Course it could also have just as easily been a set up because they didn’t like the fucker. Sweet Pea did make the club a lot of money. Once out in the hall he stopped walking, bending over, his hand clutching his groin and he let out a groan from between clenched teeth. “Fucking bitch,” he grumbled heading towards the rear entrance. If the man he was after had been here, this is the way that he would have gone out or Pete and Sugar would have remembered it. Of course, that was if it hadn’t been one giant set up. It didn’t matter though, he’d sort that shit out later. Right now it was a matter of doing his job because no one didn’t finish a job when it came to Ray. The last person that had done that… well needless to say he wasn’t walking around anymore. Wheeling around yes, walking around not. Ray was the kind of dude more likely to cripple you than kill you. He guessed it was something akin to Ray thinking that killing was too quick of a punishment. He was all about sticking it in and breaking it off. Opening the rear door he was blasted in the face by the burning hot air. It was supposed to get up into the 120s today which made him hate days like this when he’d have to be trudging around all over hell and back trying to find one fat man in the middle of Las Vegas in the middle of summer which was prime tourist time, not to mention the hottest part of the god damn year. He’d much rather be holded up in the Pepermint Rhino watching the girls and drinking than doing this shit. However, he had to pay the bills somehow and besides, when Ray asked you do to him a favor… you did it. He wasn’t a man that you would say no to. Ever. **************************************** **************************************** David Viljoen Swakopmund, Namibia June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “What are you talking about David?” Dolla asked laughing and taking a swig of her beer. “What conference?” “I don’t know man,” David said. “Some sort of conference I have to go to.” He finished his beer and waived at the cute waitress who blushed and nodded, turning and heading towards the bar. “Well where is it?” “The States, Las Vegas I think,” he said leaning back on his stool watching the sun beginning to set. God the time difference between home and Vegas was going to kill him. It was almost totally reversed. “No beaches,” Dolla said “but they’ve got lots of strip joints.” David laughed. “That they do, and plenty of places to gamble. I dunno man, I might skip the conference all together and just head for Cali, catch some waves.” “Boss man wouldn’t like that,” Dolla said with a small frown, finishing his own beer. “Thank,” he said as the pretty brunette with amazing eyes set down their drinks. “Coffee tomorrow?” “Yeah, sure Dolla.” She replied with a smile. “Hey David.” “Hey there sexy,” he said giving her a playful wink. “Love the necklace.” The girl’s smile faded as she looked at him for a moment as though trying to figure out if he was serious or if he was just fucking with her. After a few seconds she smiled again. “Thank you. I made it. If you’ll excuse me?” She said turning and heading towards another table that she was waiting on. “Cure girl,” David said. “Nice too,” Dolla replied. “I can set you up.” David turned, looking over his shoulder at the girl. “Maybe when I get back mate, maybe when I get back.” He took another pull from his beer. “When’re you gonna find a nice bloke and settle down?” Dolla shrugged. “Not everyone can be as lucky as Rayno.” “Yeah well you know,” David said with a smile. “There’s a nice pool of fish out there, Hell maybe I won’t even come back.” He turned his head the other way seeing Adia walk past the café on the street muttering to herself like usual. There was something about that girl. Other people laughed at her, or crossed the street to get away from her but there was something about her that felt more…. Real than with other people. He knew the stories, people would talk about how she was crazy, about how she’d yell at someone in her flat when there was no one else there. He’d seen the bruises and the cuts that she’d inflicted on herself. The girl needed help and despite his carefree nature, he wanted to help her. His problem was though that he didn’t know how. Nothing he could do about it now really, he had to leave in a few hours for the good old U.S. of A. Standing up he took a few more long pulls from his beer before setting it back down on the table and pulling out his wallet. “Thanks for the beers mate,” he said. “No worries,” Dolla said tossing some cash on the table. “They’re on me.” “You said one beer… oh fuck it,” David replied shoving his wallet back into his pocket. “Can you pick me up in an hour? I gotta get to the airport by 10.” “Yeah,” Dolla replied “no problem.” “Thanks mate,” David replied pulling on his jacket and heading outside. He hated winter. Some people loved it, but it wasn’t his favorite time of year. He couldn’t wait for Vegas, that would be great. Hot weather, sand, dry air… but no surf. Okay, that part was really going to suck. He loved the ocean, loved the surf. A lot of people bad mouthed the area saying that it was backwards, and that there was nothing to do, and though he had to admit that was true there were some perks to the place. That was David, always finding the silver lining. For all the negatives, there was always a positive. Sometimes you just had to look a little harder. David walked the three blocks back to his flat and let himself in, kicking the sand off his shoes before walking through the door. Not that it would do any good really, it was Namibia… sand was, it was fucking everywhere. It didn’t matter how much you cleaned, how much you washed your car, how often you dusted… it was everywhere and David had to admit that there wasn’t much of a bright side to that one. What kind of crap did you wear to an IT conference anyway? He was used to working out of his own home. He didn’t really have any dress clothes. He clucked his tongue leaning back against the wall of the flat looking at the open suitcase on the bed. The trip was for a week, the conference was only two days. Going to his closet he began to pull out some clothes. Fuck it, he thought… screw the conference. I’m going to the bloody beach. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:01 AM Post #3 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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**************************************** **************************************** Amelia ‘Ames’ Castle Toronto, Ontario June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Ames shook off her umbrella as she entered the door into the office and set it off to the side of the door to dry before slipping out of her raincoat. It was pouring outside, unusually hard for this time of year and it had been for the last two days solid. She had tried to call her cousin Alex down in Los Angeles to see if he could use any company. She was desperate to get out of town, for more reasons than just the gloom and rain. Things had gotten just a tad out of control as of late. “Morning Ames,” Stacie said as she walked out of the back room, a steaming mug of coffee in her hands. “This rain, aye?” “Damndest thing,” Ames replied running her fingers through her hair smoothing it back down. “You have any luck last night?” Ames snorted as she walked over to her desk and then laughed. Checking her phone she saw that there were no new messages. “Yeah,” she said. “The bad kind.” “Oh Ames, I’m sorry love.” Ames shrugged and grinned. “It’s bound to turn around eventually. I’m not worried about it.” Amanda frowned as Ames walked back into the back room to get herself a cup of coffee. “Maybe you should be,” she said following her. “You owe,” “I know, I know,” Ames replied pouring herself a cup of coffee and adding copious amounts of sugar and cream to it. “And I don’t thing he takes payments in smiles and sunshine.” Ames sipped her coffee and, satisfied, put the rest of the creamer back into the mini fridge. “Don’t worry so much,” she said. “After tonight everything will be fine.” She grabbed a banana out of the fruit bowl and headed back to her desk breezing by Amanda as though she didn’t have a care in the world. There was a part of her that knew Amanda was right. You didn’t want to owe money to the people that she owed money to. Alex kept telling her she had a problem but she kept laughing him off, not seeing it as a problem at all. She could still afford to keep a roof over her head, food in her mouth… thanks to the many loans she’d taken out from, well after tonight it wouldn’t matter. She’d have more than enough money to pay them off. “What’s tonight?” Amanda asked sitting down at her desk as Ames took her own seat. “Only the biggest poker game in Toronto of course.” Ames said booting up her computer, ripping open the banana and taking a bite. “It’s 10K to get through the door at all.” “Ten…” Amanda said with a snort. “Where are you going to get 10K? God knows I don’t have it and if I did,” “I wouldn’t ask you for it.” Ames said waiving her hand at Amanda. “It’s fine, I know a guy.” “A guy,” Amanda repeated. “Yeah, a guy.” Ames said. “Oh Jesus, you’re not…” Amanda took a deep breath. “Please tell me that you’re not stupid enough to borrow money from Steele after you’re so deep in the hole with Yarrow. They’re sworn riv,” “Oh I know that,” Ames replied checking her email still eating her banana and sipping her coffee without a care in the world. “But after I win, I’ll have more than enough to pay back Steele the 10K and the 125K I owe Yarrow.” She didn’t notice as Amanda’s shoulder’s slumped at the sound of how much she was now in debt. Ames knew a part of the reason Yarrow had given her so much, and had been so patient, was because she was a pretty girl. She wasn’t some scumbag looser like so many of the low life trash that he delt with. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that he was interested in him but Ames had long ago sworn to herself that one thing she would not do is sleep off a debt. She knew that Alex would take care of her, let her stay with him if things got really bad. Hell, if he had the money it’d probably give it to her but right now he was her last resort. She still thought that she could get herself out of this… though it never hurt to have a backup plan. “You see the kook out in the park over the weekend?” Amanda asked. “The end is neigh guy?” Ames said with a grin. “Yeah I saw him, spelled neigh wrong. I felt bad for him you know? I mean, he clearly needs help. All that ranting and raving about 2012… there’s a lot of nuts out there.” “You going to put a bet on it?” Amanda asked. “If the world is going to end that year?” Ames thought for a minute and then shook her head. “Not unless the bet is for HOW the world is going to end. I mean come on, it’s going to happen at some point and a 50/50 bet? I’d probably get a penny back for each dollar I bet. No, the money to be made is in HOW it’s going to end. I have $20 down with Davis that it’ll be dinasours.” “Dinasours?” “Yeah,” Ames said with a grin. “Last thing anyone would expect. I mean think about it, we’re discovering new species ever day. We could come across some dinosaur species that wipes us out.” Amanda burst out laughing at the fact that Ames seemed to be totally serious. “Oh God, Ames, that’s too funny!” After a moment both women dissolved into good natured laughter as though they hadn’t a care in the world. **************************************** **************************************** Rozalina ‘Roza’ Fialkovskii San Diego, California June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Roza rubbed the back of her neck as she climbed out of the back of the ambulance after a long shift. Sixteen hours straight, not her idea of the best night in the world. There were times like right now when she hated her decision to go into medicine. Especially considering her current occupation. How was she to know however? Medicine ahd always been a facinating field for her and Dr. Chernikova had been her insperation, her driving force into the field. She’d wanted to make him proud of her and when she had found out that he had died… it had taken all of the wind out of her sales. Wondering if she’d made a mistake she’d moved to America to start over and finish her education which had in fact ended up to be another miscalculation on her part. None of her credits transferred through. She could still remember standing there while the woman tried to explain to her what had happened, that they couldn’t honor her prior credits and the way that she’d just stood there looking at her dumbfounded. The woman had spoken slower, annunciating the words further as though Roza didn’t understand her. She understood her just fine. She just wasn’t able to believe it. Six years of hard work. Six years of schooling… for nothing. Her mentor was dead and her credits didn’t carry over. At that point she knew that she would have crawled back home if she’d had the money, but she didn’t. She was stuck. Besides, did she really want to go back home and admit failure? The idea of starting over however, that was just to much. So here she was, a peramedic. She knew that it wasn’t a menial job. It’s not like she was working at McDonald’s on the corner but at the same time she might as well have been considering all of the schooling that she had that she now couldn’t apply. It was frusterating and infuriating and she hated it. “See you tomorrow?” Roza frowned, startled by the voice and she turned to see Jason standing there beside her opening up his locker. When had she gotten to the locker room? “Da, I mean yes. See you tomorrow.” She said grabbing her bag out of her locker and shutting it, spinning the lock twice like she did every day to make sure that it was locked, trying the latch and finding it secure. “You okay?” He asked, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “Just… am fine.” She replied. “Tomorrow.” Roza gave him a wave and headed out of the station. She slung her bag over her shoulder and yawned. She had a vacation coming up and she was wondering what she was going to do with it. It wasn’t like she had any plans and even if she did who would she spend it with? She had some friends, she thought to herself as she stopped at the cross waiting for the lights to change, but no really close friends like she’d had back home. Why did she have to come to America? From time to time she debated going back when she saved up enough money, she even had an emergency fund saved aside it was still over $3,000 for a one way flight to Moscow and even being a paramedic it was an amount that was difficult to save up for. It seemed like whenever she got to that half way mark of saving the money something either came up that she needed the money for or she changed her mind and ended up spending it on something to treat herself for all her hard work. As it stood currently her fund was a little over $900. Definitely not enough to get her home, but it would be enough to probably get her a decent vacation somewhere. Once again, almost to that halfway point and she was contemplating spending it… again. You could always go to Disney. It was something Jason had said to her a while ago. You haven’t seen American until you’ve been to Disney. Roza stepped out into the street and walked across with the small mass of people that had been standing with her and she shoved her hands into her pockets. She’d always dreamed of Disneyworld when she’d been a child and like most children, especially in the mother land, that was a dream that she never saw happening but now… she was only around 2 hours away by car, or at least that’s what Jason had told her. No, it hadn’t been Jason… had it been Marc? She couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter. She could always just hop in her 1999 Chevrolet Caprice and head on down there, at least for the weekend. She didn’t want to rush it though; maybe she’d talk to the shift boss about moving her vacation ahead a week or so. Things had been slower lately and they’d just taken on some new medics so they were fully staffed as opposed to being three short like they had been at this time last year. Roza took her next left, heading down Fairmont, her building finally in sight. Every time she saw the building she felt a wash of relief. Inside those walls she could forget about her shitty job and her shitty life and she could surround herself with all the things that reminded her of home. About once a week she debated getting a pet, a puppy or a kitten or something but she always decided against it. Pets required love and attention and she worked long and odd hours. It just didn’t seem fair. “Afternoon Roza!” Called Mrs. Dimpleton who was dragging her trash out to the curb having a difficult time with it. “I get for you,” Roza said jumping forward and taking the heavy black plastic sack from her. It really was quite heavy and Mrs. Dimpleton was old, far too old to be carrying something this heavy alone. Her husband had died last fall of a heart attack. Roza had been home at the time and had kept him alive all the way to the hospital where the doctors had let him die. The fucking doctors… It should have been her. She wouldn’t have let him die. “You’re such a dear,” Mrs. Dimpleton said smiling kindly. “Stu always did like you.” “I cook you dinner?” Roza said dropping the trash onto the curb with the rest. Trash day was tomorrow after all. She made a mental note to bring down her own garbage before going to bed since the truck would be here before she was planning on getting out of bed. “That would be lovely dear,” she replied still smiling. “I have some double chocolate cake that I made that we can have for desert.” Roza couldn’t help but smile. “That would be great.” **************************************** **************************************** Lila Howard New York, New York June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Lila smoothed the lip gloss with her fingers over her lips and smacked them, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She really did look fantastic, though there was nothing new with that. She always looked good. That’s why people like spending time with her so much. Personally she didn’t understand it because she was a bitch to just about everyone but she appreciated the company. No matter how good she looked, or how many people she had around her, Lila was always lonely. Not that she’d let anyone know that though. Appearance was everything after all. “So Mitchell Howard wants to ask you out,” her so called best friend Madison said also touching up her lip gloss in the bathroom mirror. “Mitchell Howard can’t afford me,” she replied plainly. “His idea of a good date is Rocco’s and a late movie.” “Well it’s a decent date,” Madison said. Lila turned her head slightly, looking at her as she touched up her hair, her brows drawing together for a moment before her face relaxed. Frowning gave you wrinkles and she couldn’t have that. “Look,” Lila said “you might be willing to settle for Rocco’s and a movie for a date,” “I didn’t say that I’d set,” “but I deserve better than that.” Lila said finish her sentence as though Madison hadn’t said a word. “Oh I know,” Madison replied honestly, hiding her dislike for Lila. The girl was a bitch, but she was also the most popular girl in school and hanging out with the popular crowd sometimes meant that you had to spend time with people that you might not normally like. Lila wrapped a strand of hair around her finger tightening the curl and let it go, the thick blonde chunk of hair springing back into form thus perfecting her look. She didn’t care what Madison thought. Hell she didn’t care what anyone thought. Well she did but… what did it matter? “All I’m saying,” “Look,” Lila replied dropping her gloss back into her purse. “Mitchell Howard, for as cute as he is, is not the begin and all end all of the universe.” She snapped her purse shut. “Besides, I like more… sophisticated men. Let’s go.” Slipping her purse over her shoulder she led the way out of the bathroom and back into the main corridors of Manhattan Mall where they were spending the day shopping. “It’s about damn time,” Rich Tomasino said from where he was leaning against the rail with Andrew Carpenter. “We thought you two fell in or some shit.” Lila raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “Perfection like this Richard,” she said emphasizing his first name “takes time.” “Yeah, Richard” Madison replied in the same tone. “Fuck you both,” he snapped. “Not like I want to spend all day in the fucking mall carrying your shit anyway,” he dropped the bags that he had been carrying on the floor, throwing his hands up in the air. “Oh you’ll carry it,” Lila replied “or the whole school can find out how you gonorrhea from that hooker that you lost your virginity to last year.” She cocked her hip to the side, her hand resting on it. “She wasn’t a hooker,” he snarled at her taking an aggressive step forward. “She was my cousin,” he hissed at her softly. “Yeah, first cousin.” Lila replied, the corner of her mouth. “She might have just been your sister. Pick up the god damn bags Richard.” She turned to look at Madison who was stifling the giggles. “Where do you want to go now? Aeropostale?” “OMG,” Madison said. “Have you seen their new summer line? It’s incredible.” “Oh I know,” Lila said beginning to walk, Madison falling into step beside her. She heard Rich pick up her bags behind her and she knew that he was following her. It was so great having that kind of information on people. It didn’t win her any friends, but she wasn’t in this for that warm fuzzy feeling of friendship. “And their cuts are always so,” “You’re so lucky.” Madison said. “Everything looks amazing on you. I swear you can do no wrong.” “Well,” Lila said “I don’t shop at K*Mart,” she said as a pair of hefty girls walked by laughing and giggling. “That’s SO last season, and those cuts…” “Could they look any more like whales?” Madison said a little too loudly, on purpose of course, and she and Lila started laughing. The shoulders of the other girls stiffened and they continued in their way without pausing a beat. The only change was the gayety in their voices. “Fucking dykes,” Rich said turning around and making some sort of animal noise after the girls. Good for you, Lila thought to herself as the girls kept going, refusing to acknowledge them. God, they were such bitches, but that was her lot in life, her class, her people, where she belonged. There wasn’t anything that she could do about it. She simply accepted it. “You know what we need? New outfits for the Area 5 concert next week.” “OMG, yes!” Madison said ecstatic. “I can’t believe we got back stage passes!” “I know, it’ll be so cool.” Lila said biting her lip. “They’re so hot. The things I would do…” |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:01 AM Post #4 |
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**************************************** **************************************** Adia Matthys Swakopmund, Namibia June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** If you stay you’re going to die Adia, I’m only trying to help you. No she’s not, she’s going to get you killed. Get you all killed. Stay Adia, let your last days be easy. “No,” Adia said shaking her head with a frown. “No, I trust her… it’s you I don’t trust.” She pulled out the key to her flat and unlocked the door. Before entering her hand slide along the inside of the wall reaching for the lights. The room flooded brightly before her, chasing away the shadows and she carefully looked over the room before entering, sniffing the air testing for any traps that might have been left behind. Sometimes one could tell by the changes in the air. With a nod, feeling that it was okay, she entered the room, shutting the door quickly looking in back of it to make sure nothing was on the other side before slowly moving around the room. She checked inside the closet and under the bed, anywhere that someone could hide and she wasn’t just looking for people… they could be here too. Just pack up a few things, you don’t need to bring much. There, that green duffle. “Okay,” Adia said with a nod, grabbing the bag out of the closet and tossing it onto the bed. She stood there for a moment. “Where am I going again?” Hell. “Shut up,” Adia said with a frown. “I wasn’t talking to you.” She headed into the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, a bottle of shampoo and her comb. Dumping it all into the duffle on the bed she turned around and also retrieved her razor and a dryer sheet. She liked the way that they smelled, it was comforting and she put that in the duffle too. That would help protect her. Darkness didn’t like lavender. New York, Adia. You need to go to New York. To Madison Square Garden. “Madison Square Garden,” she said nodding again. She’d read about that in a book at some point, she was sure of that. She could almost picture it in her head, the photos that had been in the book. Or had that been a different park? It was so easy to get confused. She paused, her arms full of her heaviest sweaters and she dropped them to the middle of the floor, carefully arranging one in her shape on the floor and putting a pair of jeans there as well. That would throw them off, she thought getting some makeup from the bathroom and applying it on the wood in the same place around where her eyes and lips would have been. Put them off the case… they’d think she was still here but she wouldn’t be, she’d be gone, she’d be in New York, in Madison Square Garden. You really are crazy, you know that don’t you? “Shut up!” Adia screamed angrily and ran to her closet grabbing an armful of David and Goliath t-shirts. She fell to her knees by the edge of the bed, her hands over her ears and she rocked herself back and forth, back and forth moaning softly to herself. It wasn’t normally this bad. Usually it was just one or the other, not both… both were unbearable. She liked her voice better, she trusted her. She knew that she wouldn’t lead her wrong, wouldn’t hurt her. She had to trust her. Trust her with everything. It was the other one, the dark one, the evil one that wanted to hurt her. He wanted to lead her into darkness. But she wouldn’t let him get her…. No sir, she wouldn’t let him get her. Get up sweetheart, you need to get up. Fuck the packing, just get your money and your passport. Adia nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes as she stood up. “Passport and money,” she muttered to herself glad that she was wearing her lucky Tigger shirt. At least she wouldn’t be leaving that one behind. She’d never been on a plane before and the idea of flying without it. Terror ran through her like a knife at the thought of flying and she shook her head, backing away from the desk. In the air there was no protection, in the air there was nowhere to run. They could find her. They could take her, take her to the darkness. Take her to the bad places. Take her and do bad things to her, make her do bad things. No, no, no, no, no she couldn’t fly, she couldn’t. She’d burn. She’d burn if she flew. You’ll burn if you stay here. You’ll burn regardless. She closed her eyes, her hands on the edges of the desk as she tried to collect herself. He was driving her mad, absolutely mad. She was trying to help him but he… no, listen to her she told herself. Listen to her. She won’t lead you wrong. I won’t, and I’ll be with you the whole time. But you’re going to have to be quiet, quiet as a mouse when you’re on the plane or they’ll call the doctors and put you in the hospital. To burn… Adia looked at her hands and forced them to move. It was like moving through wet sand but they did move and she opened the top desk drawer, pulling out her passport with shaking fingers. Opening it and taking a deep breath she made sure it was hers before putting it in her pocket and pulling out the zippered pouch that was also in the drawer which she also added to her pockets as well, followed by a second pouch. Taking a breath, there was still one more and she turned, grabbing her pink glitter purse off the rack and throwing all three pouches of money into her, every last cent that she had, and then threw in the book that she was reading. Standing in the middle of her flat she chewed on her nail for a minute debating if there was anything else that she would need to pack. What she wanted to pack was a knife, but she knew that she couldn’t do that. They’d take it away and she’d never get on the plane then. She’d pack a gun, but she didn’t have one of those and that would probably end up with her in jail and that’s just where he wanted her. Walking over to her small fridge she pulled out a few cans of soda and premade sandwiches that she’d gotten in the store. She’d told her to get them and though Adia had her doubts at the time, she had never led her wrong before so she put a half dozen in her basket with her soda and bananas. Could you take bananas over seas? Did America even have bananas? Of course they did, what was she thinking? It wasn’t like she was going to some fourth world country… she couldn’t even say third world, that would pretty much cover this shithole. No, she’d get out of here and never look back. Never. **************************************** **************************************** Domenica Anderson Anaheim, California June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “Ooooh, someone’s looking snazzy today.” Syd said as Dominica breezed through the doorway into the hotel. “You got a date?” “Oh sush,” Dominica said with a light laugh tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Got a date with the movie star?” “He’s not a movie star,” Dominica said. “He’s a television actor.” “And he’s fucking gorgeous!” Syd hissed. “Not to mention on like my favorite show ever. God I’m so jealous you have no idea.” She said gathering up the stack of papers on the hospitality desk. “You need to talk to the night shift about cleaning their sh… stuff up.” She said with a tight smile biting back her language. “Well it’s not like it’s a date,” Dominca said clipping of her name badge that identified her as the Director of Relations. “It’s just work.” She walked around the edge of the desk and checked her cubby pulling out a few pieces of paper. One sick note from one of her assistants, a few phone calls that she had to return, a reminder for the appointment that she had with some electrician about Space Mountain, why was she doing that again? Oh yeah, the head of repairs had been let go and his duties had been temporary rolled over to her to do. She didn’t mind though, she was a master at juggling a million things at once. It really wasn’t a problem. The last piece of paper was from Suite 1402… Looking forward to today. I hope you brought trainers. Gareth “Lucky,” Syd said reading over Dominica’s shoulder. She felt her cheeks turn a bright shade of red and she folded the last note quickly, putting it in her pocket. She’d gone out to dinner with him the other night and it had been an absolutely beautiful evening full of light conversation, laughter and some really good wine. It was one of the few times that she was out to dinner with a man that she knew hadn’t asked her out because of either her looks or her money. Gareth was a nice guy, an honest and down to earth guy. She’d met her fair share of celebrities before and there were ones that were holy Hell to deal with. Of course, Dominica took it all with a smile, nothing ever caused that smile to falter but with Gareth… it was just different with him. And that accent… He had a girlfriend though, he’d said that himself and she wasn’t the kind of girl to hit on a man who was spoken for under any circumstances. Besides, he knew that she knew that he had a girlfriend, so if he were to hit on her, well that would just be skeezy and somehow she knew that Gareth was the furthest thing from skeezy. Dominica checked her watch noting the time. There was nothing as far as messages that were over important and needed to be handled right away, but she’d slated the day to show Gareth around the park. There was no knowing when she’d make it back to the office. It could well be past office hours by the time he was done, let alone the possibility for dinner. She’d had a date planned tonight with a man by the name of Jeffrey, something that her mother had set up for her but she’d called him last night and rescheduled after she’d gotten home from her dinner with Gareth. He’d seemed nice enough, telling her that he understood and that it was fine. “I’ll be in my office,” she said breezing past Syd and through her office door where she slipped behind the desk. It took her the better part of 45 minutes to check her messages and return all her calls. There’d only been one person that she hadn’t been able to reach and that had been this electrician that she had to speak to. She’d left a message on his voicemail with the time that would work the best for her and give him her blackberry number to reach her back at. She then placed her blackberry in its waterproof case and slipped it into her skirt pocket. When she’d gotten dressed this morning she’d totally forgotten about showing Gareth around the park. All she’d been thinking about was her morning routine and her daily tasks, about her mother’s birthday coming up and her niece and nephews first confirmations on Sunday, not to mention getting her oil changed and baking dinner for Mrs. Wickert tomorrow as a thank you for helping her paint the dining room last weekend. Standing up, she found herself checking her reflection in the mirror and she smiled. It wasn’t out of vanity that she checked it, well maybe a little, but overall it was about appearance, the park’s appearance, the park’s image. She was after all, representing Disney when she was working. Satisfied that everything was in place she left her office and pressed the button to call the elevator. Without thinking about it she checked the condition of her manicure and realized that she was actually nervous. Bubbly laughter came from her at the idea, as though this was some sort of a date… this was work Dominica. Silly girl. Of course she didn’t want him to think that she was an idiot considering that she was dressed in a tailored cream colored skirt suit with matching heals. Oh who was she kidding, he’d laugh at her. She was laughing at herself. It had been such a silly thing to do and she’d even written herself a note, two actually, one on the bathroom mirror and the other she’d stuck to the window of her car. Both of them she hadn’t read. She’d just pulled them off and tossed them into the trash, her mind so focused on the myriad of other things that she’d been thinking about. Still laughing she stepped through the open doors to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk him into stopping in one of the Disney shops and she could get a chance of clothes and some different shoes. She didn’t have a problem with heals, she wore them every day but walking several miles in them like she knew that she was going to do was going to make for a very long day. Somehow though, she knew that he wouldn’t mind. He was just cool that way. Her finger pressed the button for the top floor and she continued to smile, yes, he was just cool that way. **************************************** **************************************** Misty Walker Chicago, Illinios June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Misty washed her hands in the sink rinsing off the soap and grabbed a paper towel, drying them off. She then used the towel to grab the handle of the door and pull it open before hooking her foot around it and kicking it open the rest of the way, tossing the towel into the trash. Roughly 33% of humans didn’t wash their hands after using the bathroom and that fact sent a shiver up her spine. Since the day that she’d found that out she’d felt compelled to use something other than her bare hand to open any bathroom door, even if that meant using the bottom of her shirt. After all, what was the use of washing her hands to just touch a door handle covered in someone else’s piss and shit… and then to think some people ate after that. And this was a bar no less… the percent of people in here was probably well… she really didn’t want to think about it. She had to touch things all day. Misty headed out of the bathroom and back into the bar. It was relatively empty since it was only 10 but the usual bevy of hard core drinkers were there and some of the afternoon crowd were starting to filter in a bit. Later on it would get packed, people stuffed in the small bar from wall to wall, shouting drink orders at her, throwing money at her. She both loved and hated the day shift as much as she loved and hated the night shift. Day’s were slower, quieter, less likely to give her a pounding headache but the tips sucked ass. Nights, well the tips ruled but it was nonstop busy, the noise was deafening and almost guaranteed to give her a migraine. The tips were awesome, but it did nothing for her head. “How’re you doing Donnie?” She asked sliding back behind the bar and taking his empty mug refilling it with Bud Light from the tap. “Haven’t seen you in here in a few days. End of the world still coming?” “And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter. Revelation 8:11,” he said taking the mug from her and taking a deep swallow unsteady in his seat. Donnie was a good guy, crazy, but a good guy and it didn’t hurt that he was apparently some trust fund baby gone rogue. Every day he was in here he paid in cash and usually gave her a hefty tip. “"Therefore thus says the LORD of hosts concerning the prophets, 'Behold, I am going to feed them wormwood And make them drink poisonous water, For from the prophets of Jerusalem Pollution has gone forth into all the land.' Jeremiah 23:15” “Wow, that Jeremiah sounds like a smart guy.” She replied getting him a fresh bowl of pretzels. “Jeremiah was the word of god,” Donnie said wavering in his seat slightly. “He bugging you Misty?” Asked Martin who owned the bar. “Donnie?” Misty said with a laugh. “Hell no, we’re just talking about the end of the world.” “S.S.D.D.” Martin replied. “S.S.D.D.” “What’s that?” Donnie slurred blinking at her, his eyes hazy and unfocused. “D.S.S.D.” Misty paused for a moment before answering. “Same stuff, different day.” “I like that,” he replied falling off his stood with a shriek of laughter, his mug of beer flying from his hand breaking in two on the edge of the bar. One half, the half with the handle stayed in his hand, the other half spun through the air, smacking Donnie in the face cutting deep gouges into his face. Donnie just picked up the broken glass from where it fell in his lap. “My beer…” he said, the blood running from his face. “Oh Jesus,” Misty said grabbing a clean bar towel and running around the end of the bar. “Martin!” “I’m on it,” he said pulling his cell from his pocket. “Yeah I need an ambulance at Watergate Junction, it’s at 48201 Carolton Ave.” “Let me see that,” Misty said pushing his hands aside and using the towel to wipe away the blood on his face. Even as she did it the cuts overflowed again running back down his face. “These are really deep. Donnie, stop it,” she said pushing away his hands away again as he tried to touch his face. “Here, just lean back on the floor.” Misty’s hand shoved the broken glass out of his lap and took the other half from him to make sure he didn’t hurt himself any further. “You need to be more careful,” she said giving him a critical look. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” Donnie said giving her a dopey smile. “Tis a good woman you are Ms. Marie,” he said suddenly falling into a very over the top Irish accent. “Perhaps you’ll sort me pot o’ gold.” He laughed drunkenly as he grabbed her other hand, putting it to his crotch. Martin snorted, amused and Misty took her hand back with a smile. “I think you can sort that pot out yourself there Lucky.” The ambulance showed up a few minutes later and carted Donnie out of the bar who had broken into song which she was pretty sure was a very off key and miss worked version of Danny Boy. Misty offered to go to the hospital with him since she didn’t want him to go alone, but they said no, they knew who he was and would call his family to meet them there. At least he had family, she thought. That was more than a lot of people could say. It was unnerving though, she thought as she tossed the broken glass into the trash and washed her hands again, him always spouting on about the end of the world, Judgment Day and all that but that was nothing new. There was a bum in the park that carried around a sign every day screaming about the end of the world. It was just spookier coming from Donnie… probably because he was sitting right in front of her perfectly calm discussing it like it was numbers in the stock. Misty dried off her hands and tossed the paper towel into the trash putting those thoughts aside. She had a busy day in front of her. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:02 AM Post #5 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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**************************************** **************************************** Sam Barkley Anaheim, California June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Sam sighed as he dropped the litter pan in the trash, followed by the food bowls. He’d debated going to the shelter and getting another cat but it just didn’t feel right. Maybe someday he told himself, but he doubted it. Fluffy had been, well, special. He remembered how Adam’s eyes had lit up when he’d laid eyes on the little bugger. Ugliest damn thing he’d ever seen, but he’d gotten it for Adam, more to shut him up than anything. Now Adam was gone… off to his life of, Sam shook his head. He knew that he hadn’t been the best father out there. He’d never be a contender for father of the year, let alone grandfather of the year… he could barely remember their birthdays… but he’d thought that he’d raised Adam better than that. Apparently not. Maybe he should have taken a more active interest in his life, helped guide him more… but they always did say that hindsight was 20/20. Besides the little bastard had killed his wife coming out. Okay, that hadn’t been necessarily true but he couldn’t help the way that he felt. He had needed to blame someone and Adam had been well, convenient. His gut made an unnatural growl as he put the lid on the trash and his hand went to his stomach as he let out a loud rip of gas. His other hand fanned the air in back of him, his nose wrinkling up. A disgusted sound came from the back of his throat. Now he knew why those TV dinners had been on sale. Ten for $5… he knew that had sounded a little too good to be true. “Hola Senor Barkley,” said his neighbor across the street. “God damn fucking wetback spic,” Sam muttered under his breath and slammed his hand on the garage door opener, shutting the heavy door as though he hadn’t heard him at all. He couldn’t stand them, lazy Mexicans, always hanging out on their porch drinking beer while hard working men like him went to work to give money to the government that they loved to sponge off. He frowned, seeing his answering machine blinking at him on the counter. He hadn’t even heard the phone ring. Then again, he recalled turning off the ringer yesterday after that TMZ reporter had been here. It came in waves, the unwanted attention, and he did his best to ignore it. He pressed the button and walked to the fridge as the tape rewound. Adam had tried to buy him one of those digital things but this one still worked just fine. Don’t fix what ain’t broke. “Hello, this is Dominica Anderson from Disney. I was just calling to touch base about the meeting for tomorrow concerning the rewiring on Space Mountain. I was wondering if you could also take a look at the Tiki Hut as well, we’ve been having some issues with the robotics getting power lately. It still has all of the original wiring so I’m starting to wonder if we need to update it. My schedule is looking pretty well open for the day, so whenever will work for you. Please give me a call at your earliest convenience at 909-555-9267. Thank you so much! Have yourself a wonderful day Mr. Barkley and thank you so much for agreeing to do this!” That woman sounded just a little too perky to not be on something he thought to himself as he cracked open the top of his beer and took a drink. She probably was, most kids were these days. Drugs and booze were taking over the youth of today, his own son was proof of that. Whatever happened to moderation? Self control? Morals? It was a sad world that they lived in that was certain. He figured that he’d call this Anderson woman back later. What had her first name been? Dominica? God, it was probably some freaking spic half breed… they were taking over this god damn state. Just like the fucking Japanese were. Might as well change to the yen, they’d own the country any damn day now. Sam grabbed the keys to his car and headed back out into the garage, reopening the door to find his neighbor happily gone and he got in his car. Turning the engine over, he backed out of the garage, lowering the door and pulled out onto the street. Tonight was poker night. Sam didn’t have a lot of friends, close friends that was, but the ones that he had… he wished that Adam could find nice wholesome friends like he had instead of those miscreants, drug addicts and spics that he liked to hang around with. He drove past the corner market and turned down 11th heading further into town to Albertson’s. It was out of the way, but last year the corner market had been owned by a nice white couple. Now… well like just about every god damn thing in town they’d been run out of business and taken over by the Mexicans. He took his next left down Baxter and drove past the park… the entire reason Monica had wanted to move to this area. Close to the park. She’d had such grand ideas about taking their children down to the park every day… but reality had settled in like a bad penny and Adam had killed her. Sam tore his eyes away from the park as the light turned green and headed the rest of the way to the market where he parked his car in the back of the lot. Slipping his keys into his pocket he made his way across the parking lot. He never parked close to the store, ever. He took good care of his car and he wasn’t about to let some god damned minority in some rusted out piece of shit. The doors slid open and he walked into the store, the cold air blasting him in the face. He’d rewired the place personally last fall, cut the owner a nice discount too. Seemed right, nice white family that gave back to the community. Everyone should be cut a break every now and then. He walked down the aisle slowly in no particular rush. He didn’t have anything better to do. He put a couple of cases of Bud into the cart along with some chips and pretzels. They rotated from week to week, who would bring what but he always got beer and pretzels. It just didn’t feel right having poker at his house and not supply beer and pretzels. They had an over abundance every week, but that was fine with Sam. What they didn’t consume got left at his house as a thank you for the weekly games. Of course, he thought coming to a halt, his hand on a bag of Purina, Fluffy wouldn’t be there. Every week he yelled at that damn cat, kicking it out of the way as it wound around his feet meowing for attention and sleeping… once again he contemplated getting another cat, or maybe a dog. Granted, he was old, he’d probably die before the damn animal did and he’d be found bloated in his house, his face half gone… eaten by the animal. Still though, he wouldn’t be alone. It was amazing how much one could come to depend on one little animal. Sam sighed, running his hand through his white hair. Maybe the father was right. Last Sunday after the service Father Andrew had pulled him aside. Maybe he’d sensed how lonely Sam was, maybe he’d sensed how angry he was… maybe God had spoken to him who the hell knew. He needed to get out of the house though… socialize. But Bingo? What else did he have to do Wednesday night? **************************************** **************************************** Rubén Napoles Salt Lake City, Utah June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “Man, last year was Portland.” Carl said leaning back against the wall of Ruben’s office. “This year, Des Moines? Man, Iowa?” “It won’t be that bad,” Ruben replied hanging up the phone after changing his voicemail message saying that he would be out of town for the next week. “Who knows, it could be a nice time.” “What are you going to do, go cow tipping for fun?” Carl said with a laugh. He laughed as Ruben’s lip curled up as he tried not to laugh. Ruben was just one of those really nice guys, never made fun of anyone. Hell the man didn’t even speak badly about the three wicked witches. “I’m sure that there’s more in Iowa than cow farms,” Ruben said. “Yeah,” Carl replied. “There are pig farms.” He threw his hands up laughing. “God bless man, have fun… and don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Carl gave him a playful wink. Ruben watched him leave and shook his head. Carl was a nice guy, albeit a bit of a manwhore. He knew that Carl thought he was a saint, someone who was always Mr. Sunshine but that wasn’t the case. He had his days like any others. Lately though, he’d learned to embrace his life and all its imperfections and found himself to be much more forgiving. Ruben considered himself a good catholic, despite their views on homosexuality. He found it disappointing considering the day and age that they lived in, but he was as good of a person as he could be. In the end, it would be God that would judge him, not the priest and Ruben believed that he was a loving God. Ever since that night… that seemed like so long ago… but ever since that night Ruben had decided to just, live. He didn’t advertise the fact that he was gay, even if he was straight that wasn’t something he would do but it was something that he was comfortable with. That hadn’t always been the case but, things changed. He was who he was, and he lived his life true to himself, and he lived as good of a life as he could. He could always look at himself in the mirror and feel proud of the man looking back at him, not ashamed or embarrassed, but proud. The conference that he was going to was almost like an annual rally of sorts. Well, rally wasn’t the right word, the right word was in fact conference where all of the different branches of the network hooked up, made connections, agreed on projects. Every branch was independent of each other and once a year they all got together to ensure that they were all still on the same page. Unlike Carl, who was also going, he didn’t turn his nose up at the idea of going to Iowa. It was a place that he’d never been before. Granted, he doubted that it would be the epicenter of culture and most people would probably be wearing overalls and have three teeth. He closed his eyes and shook his head, that wasn’t a very nice thing to think, but it was still funny. He ran his hand over his face and headed out of his small office down towards the break room at the end of the hall. He walked in to see Satan, no Staci, standing at the coffee pot. She was without a doubt the person that he liked the least. Always barking orders, always telling people what to do, condescending, controlling… “Ruben,” Staci said turning and seeing him walking into the office. “Make sure those reports are filed before you leave today and you have everything sorted out for the next week. I don’t want other people having to sort out how to do your job because you dropped the ball.” Ruben nodded and took a deep breath. “Already working on it. I should be done by lunch.” What he wanted to say was when had he ever dropped the ball? She was the one that dropped it and he always quietly picked it back up, cleaning up her mess. The fat lazy cow constantly dropped the ball, her and her little two doppelgangers that followed her everywhere. He let out a deep breath and walked over to the refrigerator and got himself a bottled water. “Well good,” Staci said. “You make sure you do that. Oh, and I dropped some files in your box about the October fundraiser. You need to get the venue book before it’s taken.” Ruben closed his eyes, his back to her as he took a deep breath. That was her job… organizing events and she always dropped everything in his lap. It wouldn’t surprise him if she had already called the venue only to find that she was too late to get it on the date that they needed it, and now she was throwing it in his lap so that he’d be the one to blame instead of her. “No problem,” he said heading out of the break room before he wrung her neck. He loved his job, he really did and he loved most of the people that he worked with. It was just people like her that made it almost unbareable and there were times when she’d made his life so miserable that he’d actually considered moving, leaving and going to another branch. This, was one of those times. He’d go back to his office and call the venue and, if it was booked, and if they tell her that Staci had already called them… He took another drink from the bottle as he walked back to his office. If he kept everything flowing smoothly he’d be done with everything that he needed to do by lunch. He could sit and go over what he needed to with the people in the office that would be doing some of his work while he was gone and if he was lucky he’d be able to duck out a little early so that he could get home and get packed before going out to drink tonight with some friends. He would be heading out first thing tomorrow morning, 7:00 flight which meant that he’d have to get up around 4:30 to make sure he got checked in and through security in time and knowing his friends, and that he had to tell them he was going out of town for a week… it might be a late night. **************************************** **************************************** Marie Jacques Lefevre New York, New York June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Marie stepped out of the elevator, pulling her suitcase behind her. The cap that she’d ordered should be here any minute now and she didn’t want to make it wait. Waiting would cost her extra money and she didn’t have that much to spare. It wasn’t like teachers made an exorbitant amount of money. She wasn’t exactly hurting, but New York was an expensive place to live and her savings were slowly dripping away. Thank God that her plane ticket and hotel for the next month were going to be paid for. It was the first real acting gig that she had done since she’d moved to New York. A popular acting troupe in Chicago were doing a homage to Shakespeare and when she’d heard about it, she’d sent in an audition tape. It was something that she had struggled with, if she wanted to send it or not considering what had happened the last time… but she had to admit that she really did miss acting, and miss performing his work. Besides, it was just one play that she was going to be in that would run two weeks. Two weeks of practice, two weeks of performance. She’d be back in time for the school year. Marie really did enjoy teaching. Well she liked talking about Shakespeare. If she was really teaching any of her students… well that was another matter entirely. Teens today were so superficial. If it wasn’t spelled out in black and white for them, they missed everything. The only one who really paid attention was Jason Mathis. Jason…. Now that was one thing that she was still trying to wrap her head around, and another reason that she was leaving New York for a month. Just the other day when she’d gone to the corner store for coffee he’d been there. He’d said that it had been an ‘accident’ but she knew that he lived on the upper east side. It wasn’t exactly a quick jaunt to get to her place. He was a good kid and she liked him, but he was still just a kid. A kid… Marie shook her head as she crossed the lobby of the apartment towards the glass doors at the front of the building. “Break a leg Ms. Lefevre!” Called Judy who was working at the front desk. When Marie had gotten the audition results she’d been terrified to open it herself and Judy had been kind enough to do it for her. As per Marie’s wishes she hadn’t told anyone else about the play or the trip to Chicago and the two women had had several cups of coffee together talking over Marie’s nervousness. She’d even told Judy what had happened to her, how she’d mixed up the lines and Judy had shaken her head, not at her, but at the people that had immediately terminated her contract. Marie knew that Judy just didn’t understand theatre, the atrocious sin that she’d committed but in a way, Judy was also right. Everyone deserved a second chance… Marie supposed that this was hers. Perhaps in the end that troupe simply hadn’t been right for her. Maybe this one would fit better. Maybe… well the world was full of maybes she thought to herself as she stepped through the doors onto the curb, timing it just as the cab that she’d called pulled up. The driver got out and walked around the back, popping open the trunk. “Where you heading?” He asked taking the suitcase and tossing it unceremoniously into the trunk. “JFK,” Marie replied as she slipped on her sunglasses. She frowned, pausing as she thought that she saw Jason across the street but as the bus blasted past she saw that it wasn’t him. In fact it didn’t look anything like him. She laughed at herself and climbed into the back of the cab. “American Airlines.” “No problem,” he said getting back behind the wheel. “You’re French huh?” “I am,” Marie said kindly. Cab drivers always liked to point out the obvious. “Where’re you heading?” “Chicago,” she replied. “I have a performance.” Marie opened her purse, pulling out her lip gloss and applying it as she watched the city pass by the outside of the cab window. She was nervous… it had been a long time since she’d been nervous. Then again, here she was trying to get back into what she loved, in a new city… with new people… What if they didn’t know about her flub? What if they found out? Would they fire her too? What if they didn’t like her? What if she didn’t like them? Nothing ventured, nothing gained however. That’s what Marie kept on telling herself. Marie leaned back in the back seat of the cab, closing her eyes as it slowed down in the afternoon traffic. It really was turning into a beautiful day. As they passed Central Park she turned her head to see a homeless old man standing on the street corner. He was screaming about 2012, about the end of the world, how they were all damned for embracing pedophiles and homosexuals. How God had spoken to him and told him that they needed to cleanse the world of the sinners if they were going to prevent Armageddon. “Yeah I know,” the driver said. “They’re all over the place. That fucking Cusack movie is bring out all the crazies. End of the world this, Armageddon that…. Everyone who doesn’t have a fucking job is turning into a prophet.” “You don’t believe it?” She asked, turning and looking at the driver. He shrugged. “Yeah, sure I believe it. I mean it’s gotta end sometime, right?” He said as he turned the corner taking a left. “But I’m not into this whole dramatic display shit that they’re talking about. I’m more the T.S. Eliot type. This is the way that the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper. You know?” “You know Eliot?” She asked, finding herself surprised for some reason. She knew that she shouldn’t be really. This was New York. A city of brilliant people performing menial tasks. It was really quite sad…. And she was one of them. She let out a deep breath, God that was depressing… Oh well, she thought with a smile, maybe this could be the start of something marvelous. You never knew… |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:02 AM Post #6 |
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**************************************** **************************************** Billie Joe Armstead Phoenix, Arizona June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “Dude, I’ll pay you $20.” Billie Joe said pulling out the wad of rumpled bills in his pocket and fishing out his last twenty. “Dude, that’s the last of our,” “Dude,” Billie Joe said turning to Mike. “Come on…” “No way man,” Chris said shaking his head and setting down his glass. It had been one of those perfect moments where everything had fallen together. They were sitting out in the parking lot by the bookmobile having their usual early morning drinks with Chris and his crew talking and laughing. Chris had gone to take a drink and Mike had cracked a joke. Chris had laughed and pulled the glass away from his lips right when a bird, flying above them, crapped. The shit hit the lip of the cup and dropped right down into the drink leaving a thick white streak on the edge of the plastic. Now here was Billie Joe, trying to get the poor bastard to drink it. “No fucking way dude,” Chris said wrinkling his nose. “I’ll throw in,” Mike said pulling out the cash he had “another… ten.” “I’ll throw in fifty,” Mark said coming across the parking lot. “What’re we paying him to do?” “Drink bird shit,” Billie Joe said. “Bird took a crap in his glass. Come on man, that’s $80. I’d do it for $80.” “Then you fucking do it!” Chris said thrusting the glass at him. “Fucking chicken,” Mike said with a shake of his head. “You can’t pass a dare off on the dude who gave it to you, that’s totally fucking weak.” “Yeah man,” Billie Joe said eternally grateful that Mike had his back. He would have done it of course and he’d just been about to grab the glass and down it all just to show Chris up in front of Mark, but he really, really didn’t want to. He wasn’t about to look like a fucking pussy in front of Area 5… no fucking way and he could see Chris going through the same debate. He would have felt bad for him if it wasn’t so God damned funny. “Awe man, fuck!” Chris said taking a deep breath swirling the contents in his glass. “Oh man,” Billie Joe said bending over. “Look, you can see it right there at the bottom!” He stuck his finger out at the dark spot moving on the bottom of the glass. “Good luck dude, that looks fucking juicy.” Chris gave him a look that could be read as nothing other than ‘I hate you so fucking much right now’ and took a deep breath bringing the glass up to his lips. “No way man,” Mark said grabbing the glass and for a moment a look of relief washed through Chris’s eyes. Until Mark turned the glass so that the white streak that he’d been holding at the top of the glass was now on the bottom to ensure that he had to drink ALL of it. “There you go. Bottoms up fucker.” Chris licked his lips, glaring at Billie Joe who was now giggling like a madman with Mike beside him who was laughing, but unlike Billie Joe doing his best to not. “Cheers,” he finally said and put the cup to his lips, opening his mouth and starting to drink. “Jesus fuck,” Billie Joe said “I didn’t think he’d do it. Awe man, look at the shit down there!” He said looking at the bottom of the cup where the thick sludge was moving slowly as the liquid drained down Chris’s throat. “That’s fucking HUGE!” He cried, feeling his stomach turn over at the sight knowing that it had almost been him. Chris gagged suddenly, dropping the cup the rest of the contents spilling out over the parking lot and he turned, staggering away a few feet before doubling over and vomiting violently. Hands on his knees he continued to vomit heave and heave until there was nothing left in his stomach and yet his stomach was still trying. Billie Joe dissolved into laugher, Mike and Mark beside him. He laughed so hard that he was pretty sure his face was going to break and he was going to piss his pants. It was, without a doubt, the funniest thing that he’d ever seen in his life. Mike’s hand grabbed his arm as he doubled over laughing and fell down to his knees which only caused him to laugh harder. “Fuck you guys!” Chris said, a string of drool hanging from his lips. “Fucking… hate you guys…” He was able to say before bending back over, his stomach heaving again. “You’re fucking mean as hell there Armstead,” Mark said slapping Billie on the shoulder laughing as well. “Funny, but fucking mean… I love it.” He grabbed Billie’s face planting a laughing kiss on his forehead. “Man, when I tell the guys…” he started laughing again. “Better luck next time there Chris.” Chris just waved him off as he staggered back away from the puddle of vomit and falling on his ass on the grass beside the parking lot, gasping for air and looking rather pale. “Oh shit man,” Billie Joe said, his laughter coming to an end. “You okay? You look like you’re gonna pass out or some shit… I’ll get you some water.” Now worried about his friend, though not a close friend, he turned and jumped up into the back of the bookmobile. “What’s up man?” Frank said sitting up looking bleary eyed and he yawned as Billie Joe opened the red cooler that they had pulling out a bottle of water. “Nothing,” Billie Joe said. “Go back to sleep man. It’s cool. Made Chris drink bird shit.” “And you didn’t wake me up?!?” Frank said in utter disbelief jumping out of bed and following Billie out of the back grinning from ear to ear. “Here man,” Billie Joe said cracking open the bottle of water and passing it down to Chris who took it with a shaking hand. “Should we like… call someone?” Hell he didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t even finished high school. Was drinking bird shit dangerous? He knew that you shouldn’t pick up a wild bird because they could carry sickness and stuff… but their poop? Jesus man, he thought, it’s fucking shit… how healthy could it possibly be?!? “Awe man,” Frank said, folding his arms over his chest. “I miss all the good stuff.” **************************************** **************************************** Alex Castle Los Angeles, California June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “And here’s where you’ll sit,” Lydia said leading him to the side of the Barnes and Noble where a table had been set up with a large display. A giant picture of him off the back of the cover was posted beside the table and there were stacks of his new book around the table. Above it was a large red banner that read: Alex Castle – acclaimed author of Silent Slasher Tonight only 5-10 For some reason over the last few months his first book had taken off again and here he was making the rounds once more. When it had originally been published it had garnered a tepid response from critics. After the last few months though, he shook his head and sighed. This just didn’t feel right. Some nut case in Atlanta had read the book and decided to reinvent himself as Carl Black, the antagonist of the book. Carl had been a serial killer, murdering and raping his way into infamy silently using various poisons. Alex had to admit that it was a rather silly idea, and in all honesty he’d been more than a little surprised when Penguin had agreed to pick it up and publish it. It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud of the book, he was… but to inspire such insanity. Joshua Millerton had killed more than thirty people before the police had figured out what was going on and come knocking at his door. Apparently no one in that department had ever read his book, not that that was surprising to him really. Initially they’d questioned him as though he’d been a suspect but since he had multi alibis, credit card receipts along with the fact that he’d recently been photographed at Mr. Chows with his agent on the night of the last murder… that really hadn’t lasted long. In the end, they’d asked him to get into Black’s mind again to try to predict the next murder and set the police files in front of him. Several hours, a dozen pots of coffee, and three trips to the bathroom to vomit he’d almost laughed. When the detective had asked him what was so funny Alex had gone to the book store and got a copy of his novel and given it to the officer. Millerton was following the murders in the exact order of the book. Next up would be a 45 year old mother of two, blonde hair, green eyes and driving a 1999 maroon Pontiac Montana with the initials J.W. None of the names matched up exactly to what they were in the book, but all of the initials did. The found Millerton parked behind Janet Witherton’s house two nights later. There had been three women in the state with those initials with a maroon 1999 Pontiac Montana registered to them so it had been a matter of just setting up surveillance at each house. Millerton had in fact gone to such extreme details to live out Black’s life that like Black, he’d gotten to know each of the victims and then kept a log of everything that he’d given them, the dates, the amounts… everything. Now that the defense had used the book in their case… sales had been through the roof. It was disgusting that Penguin was capitalizing on the tragedy like they were and he felt like scum promoting the book, but according to his contract he had no choice. The cover had been totally redone, and there had been commentary added at the front from both the prosecutor and defense attorneys. Thankfully no one really blamed him. The book wasn’t that good, at least not to Alex, or to the critics… but people were morbid… and disgusting. “Looks good,” he said tapping his fingers on the wood table. Jesus, why had they added The Inspiration to the Millerton murders to the cover. It was just bad form all around. “Are you okay Alex?” Lydia asked. Alex nodded and tore his eyes away from the display. “I’m fine I just,” “It’s not your fault,” she said. “Alex, what happened,” “I wrote the book Lydia,” he replied with a heavy sigh. “How can I not be responsible? I inspired a mad man to,” “Look,” she said grabbing his arm. “Alex, it’s a horrible, horrible thing that happened… but the man had issues. He had issues and he never bothered to get help. What happened, that was his fault, not yours. You can’t control who reads your book.” Alex nodded and picked up a copy of the red and black book looking at the cover. “I know,” he replied before tossing it back onto the table. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over to the front of the store, looking out at the clear day outside. He really didn’t want to be here. This was the perfect weather for construction. The sun was high, she sky was clear, there was a fresh breeze coming in from the ocean so the smog wasn’t hanging over the city… and here he was, stuck in a store having to sign his name to God only knew how many books and answer questions mostly pertaining to how he felt about Millerton. “Come on,” Lydia said. “I’ll take you to the back of the store where you can get ready. They’ve been really nice and donated their break room to you.” “They don’t have to do that,” Alex replied following Lydia as she led the way. His eyes scanned the shelves as he walked and he picked up a copy of The Broken Window by Jeffrey Deaver. He was one of his favorite’s authors and the man that had inspired him to write his crime novel. He’d met Deaver about a year ago, nice guy. He’d told him to keep working on it, that his book had promise. “Give me a second,” he said turning and heading over to the counter, handing the book over to a very cute clerk with long red hair and bright blue eyes. “Good choice,” she said taking the book and scanning it. “I just started it last night. He’s one of my favorite authors.” “Me too,” Alex said pulling his wallet out of his pocket and passing over a ten. “Course your book,” “Is crap compared,” he replied as she took the money, opening the register and putting the money in, retrieving his change. “But thanks for trying.” She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she passed the money back to him. “No really, I liked it. It’s not as good as Deaver’s stuff but I still liked it. Are you working on anything else?” Alex couldn’t help but smile and laugh as he dropped the change into his pocket and slipped the dollar bills back into his wallet. “I am. It’s kind of a modern day Jack the Ripper type of thing.” God she was cute. He paused a beat. “Do you, have any plans after work?” She smiled and blushed. “No… and I’d love to.” **************************************** **************************************** Nathanial “Nate” Winters Lafayette, Louisiana June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Nate cleared his throat and spit out the wad of phlegm that he’d worked up out onto the ground and grabbed his sweating beer from the top of the tool chest. It was early in the day, most people would say too early for a beer, but they could suck his cock for all he cared. He only drank beer in the day… harder stuff at night. The beer barely effected him. His eyes looked across the street to the elementary school playground where, despite it being summer, dozens of children were playing. Taking another drink, he set the beer back down and turned back to the engine that he was working on. There was a small contingent that always came over to the shop in the afternoon for soda and candy. “Hey Nate,” Alberto Montoya said pulling up in the parking lot and climbing out of his Camero. “What’s up homme?” “Nada,” Nate replied picking up his wrench. “Just getting Mrs. Millers fan belt replaced. What’s up with you?” “Nada,” Alberto replied grabbing a case of beer from the back seat of his car and heading into the office to put them in the fridge. He came out a minute later carrying a beer for himself and cracking it open. “Just another day esse,” he said taking a drink. “No shit man,” Nate replied tightening the belt. “You want to give it a start for me?” “No problema,” Alberto said getting behind the wheel and turning the key. The engine on the Lumina roared to life and Nate watched the engine run. “Tap the gas,” he called and watched the engine surge for a moment before hearing a clunk and the sound of something snap. “Turn it off!” He called at the top of his lungs. “Turn it off!” Which Alberto did a moment later. “What the fuck was that?” He muttered, leaning over the engine. What else was wrong with the damn thing? She was picking it up this afternoon and he had to be finished with it. Taking a step back he ran a greasy hand across his face as he grabbed his beer and took another drink. “This fucking thing is driving me nuts man. I can’t figure it out. I’ve checked the fuses, the distributor, replaced the fan belt and the filters, double checked the fuel ignition and even flushed the coolant. Damn thing still don’t run right.” He tossed the wrench he was holding back on top of the tool cabinet. He walked out of the garage into the morning light, pulling out the rag from his back pocket and wiping the sweat off his face. It was still early, but it was hot. Always seemed hot down here. Tucking the rag back into his pocket he looked down the street. Business was slow, had been for a while. Fucking economy. He’d have to pay the payment to the bank soon and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to do that. Like he did almost every day, he looked down the street towards the bank. Not for the first time he found himself fantasizing about robbing the place. He’d have to leave town if he did, that went without saying, and he’d have to start over somewhere. It wasn’t an altogether unappealing idea considering last summer’s scandal. It had been cleared up, but the stigma still stuck. He thought about the gun that he had in the drawer by the register in the office wondering what it would be like to pull it out and go in the bank to hold it up. Last week he’d gone to make a deposit and taken the gun with him, tucked safely into his pocket. He hadn’t done anything, just kept his hand wrapped around the butt in his pocket. Lillian, the cashier that day, had smiled and talked to him like normal completely unaware of the fact that he had a gun on him. She’d given him his receipt and told him that Mrs. Miller was having troubles with her car. He’d just taken the receipt and shoved it in his other pocket before nodding and telling her to tell her to bring the car in for him to look at before leaving the bank. When he’d gotten back to his car he’d pulled the gun out of his pocket and held it in his lap, looking at it for a few minutes before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot heading back to the shop. He’d put the gun away the moment he’d gotten back and hadn’t looked at it since. It’d be so easy, he kept telling himself. Older security guard… minimal cameras… With a sigh he turned and headed back into the shop, draining the last of his beer and tossing it into the can bin along with the other ones. He’d have to change the bag soon, damn thing filled up fast. He grabbed his chin, looking at the engine thoughtfully wondering what exactly could have made that sound. There were so many options and yet nothing he could think of sounded like that particular noise. It was something new, something different, something odd. Getting on the dolly he pulled himself back under the engine looking at the bottom for anything that seemed odd. “That’s weird,” he muttered to himself tapping on a plate that looked loose. “That shouldn’t be there,” he grumbled rolling back out and grabbing some tools, heading back under the car. He carefully worked the plate loose. It wasn’t stuck on overly well but he wasn’t sure what was under it or why it had been put there. The panel came away suddenly in his hands and he caught it before it landed on his face and set it aside, eyes going back up to the engine. “Oh,” he said, folding his hands on his stomach looking at his discovery. After a moment he reached up, snipping a few wires and putting them back where they belonged before removing what looked like a homemade pipe bomb. He turned his head, seeing that Alberto was reading the newest issue of Playboy and he slipped the bomb into his pocket deciding not to call the police. You never knew when something like this could come in handy…. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:03 AM Post #7 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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**************************************** **************************************** Willow Barkley Boca del Diablo, Mexico June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “You just about ready?” Willow asked looking down at her son who was standing beside her. He looked so adorable in his custom miniature climbing gear that she’d had commissioned for him before the trip. He had Adam’s eyes, and his smile… she just wanted to scoop him up and kiss him all over but he was trying to be a big boy. “Yeah!” Lex said happily, looking up the face of wall hopping up and down on his toes with excitement. He waved happily up at Jack who had stopped half way up to wait for them. “Come on little man!” Jack called, gesturing him to follow. The face that they were standing in front of was at least 100 feet high. It wasn’t overly tall, but Lex would probably be exhausted about half way up which was why she had the kiddie carrier strapped to her back and why Jack was waiting where he was. If Lex got tired he’d strap him into the carrier and she’d bring him up the rest of the way to the new base camp at the top. “You remember what I told you,” Willow said looking at him seriously. Lex nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Slow and careful,” he repeated “and have fun!” He said giggling and running for the wall. Willow smiled as she watched him start to tackle the wall. She’d taken him to the climbing park several times before coming down here so he had the basic idea of what he was doing. He stumbled once about three feet up but managed to catch himself. He looked back at his mother who smiled and nodded. “Good boy, I’ll be right behind you.” She said walking up to the wall waiting for him to get high enough for her to start climbing as well. While she was free climbing, Lex was tied to a rope on his back that Jack was slowly gathering where he was hanging from to make sure it he did loose his grip he wouldn’t fall far. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched her oldest son climb the rock face. He had a difficult time with it since his arms and legs were so much shorter than those of the adults but he refused to let it discourage him and he attacked it with fervor. She missed Adam something fierce, she always did when they weren’t together. A lot of people didn’t get their union. He was a hard core drummer, she was an adventurer. He was covered with tattoos from head to toe just about while she, well she had tattoos, but not like him. Hers were on her back going down her spine, a list of all the places that she’d been, explored and conquered. They weren’t anything fancy, nothing overly flashy. They were simple which is what she liked. The only time people really saw them was when she was working or on the red carpet with her husband. It was always so hard trying to sleep without him next to her. Having Lex helped, but still… it was difficult. She was still thinking about it when the tremor hit. “What the hell?” She asked as small particles of rock rained down on her. “Jack! Strap him!” She gasped as the rock face suddenly shuddered under her. Lex let out a cry of fear and Willow felt the handhold that she was gripping on disintegrate. “Shit!” She gasped, her other hand reaching out for another handhold. “Momma!” Lex screamed, suddenly scared. They were a good 40 feet up the wall by this point. “Mommy!” “Hold on!” Willow called just catching herself before sliding down the rock. “It’s okay baby!” She called. “I’m right here!” “I got him Will!” Jack called and they could hear the rest of the team at the top and bottom of the rock face calling encouragement. At the top, Owen threw down a line, tying it to a steady tree and it hit the wall beside Willow who grabbed it tightly. She used the rope to help herself up to where Lex had now let go of the stone, his face streaked with tears and she climbed over him, locking her feet under him so his bottom was on her knees and she leaned over the top of him, blocking off the rest of the rubble as it rained down on them. “Momma!” Lex screamed, wrapping his arms around her neck. Poor little fellow had shit himself, not that she blamed him. Four years old, climbing his first wall, and there’s a god damned earthquake. It was a minor one though and after a few more rumbles it finally ended and she smiled down at her son who was sniffling, face covered in dust. “You okay baby?” She asked with a smile, letting go with one hand to wipe the dust off his face. “I pooped,” he said embarrassed, hiccupping. “It’s okay,” she replied with a smile and kissed his face. “Can you make it to Jack?” She asked looking up. Lex blinked at her and she thrust a thumb at her back. “Once we get to Jack he can get you strapped in and I can carry you the rest of the way.” Lex ground his fists into his eyes and looked up the last ten feet up to where Jack was. “I pooped,” he repeated. “I won’t tell him,” she said. “Come on baby, I can’t get you in the carrier alone.” Lex nodded and turned around on her knee, putting his little hands and feet back on the wall. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Cap.” Lex nodded, sniffling again and looking over his shoulder at her to make sure that she stayed over him. She kept her body at an awkward angle, keeping her son between herself and the rock at all times. It made climbing ten times as hard, but he was scared and it was what he needed right now. He was an adventurous soul, Lex was. This wouldn’t deter him from climbing again, but it had shaken him. If she could get him into the carrier and finish the climb and show him how easy it was that would make all the difference. “Baby?” She asked as they reached Jack, “let’s not tell Daddy about this, okay?” Lex nodded as Jack locked himself into the wall and picked him up, Willow turning around to present the carrier. “You okay there little man?” Jack asked strapping the boy in. “That was some quake.” “I pooped,” Lex said, sniffling again and Jack smiled. “You’re not the only one,” Jack replied and Willow smiled, turning and looking at Jack. “Love you too,” he said touching her cheek. “Let’s finish this bastard and call it a day.” Willow smiled as Lex’s arms wrapped around her neck and she felt his head rest against her shoulder, within ten minutes his breath was coming evenly and regularly against her neck and she knew that he’d fallen asleep. “Thanks Jack,” she said softly as they climbed together side by side and he just flashed her a winning smile and winked. “Any time sweet cheeks.” He replied. “Any time.” **************************************** **************************************** Cat ‘Stray Cat’ Hansen San Diego, California June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “So I’ve been thinking,” Cat said leaning back in his chair and taking a sip from his coffee mug “what’s the meaning of it all? Why’re we here? With all this 2012 crap going on, with I.H.C. sending out bulk emails… got two of those last week… and every hobo and their mother waiving signs in the air… it’s just gotta make you wonder… what’s it all about?” His eyes moved to the red clock on the wall, his shift almost over. He hated this part, the wind down. He always wanted to leave his listeners with some deep food for thought, something to ponder until the next day. “We all know what the Book tells us about leading a good life, and what Hitchhiker had to say about it… but come on, there’s gotta be more to it than that.” He looked up at the booth and Minnie nodded. “Looks like we got time for one more call,” he said. “This is Stray Cat, you’re on!” “Hey Stray Cat, what’s up dog?” “Not much man, just pondering the meaning of it all and getting ready to head out to the Area 5 concert in Phoenix tomorrow night. You got anything to enlighten us folks?” “It’s coming man, the end of it all.” The caller said, the man’s voice a little higher than it should have been for normal. “I’ve seen it… the end… the water, the fire… God’s wrath killing us all.” “That’s great man,” Cat said giving Minnie a look that could only say what the fuck? “It’s gotta happen sometime right?” “And you’re going to buuuuurn…. You’re all going to buuuuuurn!” The caller screamed into the phone, his voice now at a manic pitch. “Your flesh is going to burn off your bones and goats will rape the childr,” Cat’s finger cut across his throat violently as the man kept speaking, his eyes locked with Minnie’s who for a moment was frozen. One couldn’t help but listen, it was almost… compelling. Her hand slammed down on the panel and the call cut off abruptly. “Well then,” Cat said clearing his throat “that was… something. Full moon out?” He said laughing and Minnie smiled at him, shaking her head. “Kooks and crazies, man, kooks and crazies. For the next few days I’ll be catching you all out of our sister station in Phoenix and ramping up for the Area 5 concert. I don’t know about you, but I sure am stoked. Sure to be a hell of a show. As for me, Stray Cat is out! I’ll leave you with Tall Cans in the Air… I just can’t get enough!” Cat slapped his hand down on play and pulled off the headset, setting it on the console and opening the door to the booth letting Marty, the next DJ, into the booth who like always was carrying a myriad of gimmicky toy and whistles. “What up man?” He asked standing aside and letting him walk past. “Have a good time with the lady last night?” “Oh yeah man,” Marty said setting his crap down. “Good show, cept for the end. Fucking nutso.” “Yeah well,” Cat said with a shrug. “It happens man. It’s all good… we all gotta express. Have a good show.” He gave Marty a wave and shut the door behind him as he left. God the man was a douche, but Cat was one of those tree hugging hippie folks that was nice to everyone even if he didn’t personally like them. It all had to do with a little something called Karma. What goes around, comes around, no doubt about that. “Jesus, Cat,” Minnie said meeting him in the hallway. “That was fucked up. Can you believe those people?” Cat let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “We all gotta express girl,” he said. “Yeah I know, but to do it like that… goats raping children?” She shook her head. “Someone’s clearly off their meds.” “Like half the US,” Cat said “with the corporate price of health care and prescription drugs… maybe Obama’s right. Government healthcare that we can all afford. Hell I’d be willing to let him drag out a couple bucks from my pay check for it.” “I’ve got your ticket here,” Minnie said passing over the Northwest Airlines ticket to him. “The flight doesn’t leave until early evening so there’s no rush. I would however, leave a few hours early just to get through security.” “Yeah,” Cat said taking the ticket and shoving it in his pocket. “Damn the man… but it’s gotta be done. Better safe than sorry, just sad we gotta live in a dictatorship like that.” He pulled the key for his bike lock out of his pocket and held the door open for Minnie who walked out of the building ahead of him. “You just remember,” “I know,” she said with a smile. “Ringo likes cream, Plato is allergic to dairy and Einstein likes to have his paws massaged. Don’t worry Cat, I’ve got them covered.” She stood back as he walked over to the bike rack unlocking his Schwin. “The fridge is stocked full,” he said pulling the spare key out for his house and passing it over to her. “And I’ll put fresh sheets on the bed for ya.” He paused, kicking down the kickstand and walking over to her, giving her a hug. “Thanks Min.” “No problem Cat,” she said. “You love them, I love you. I don’t mind.” “God only knows why girl,” he said kissing her forehead. “Still appreciate it.” “Just bring me back Barkley naked with a bow around his cock and I’ll call it even,” she said with a laugh pushing him away. “Call me when you land.” “Will do sexy momma,” he said mounting his bike and pushing off. He debated which way he wanted to take home. The streets would be quicker and more direct but he looked up at the sky. It was such a beautiful day… it’d be a shame to rush through it. It wasn’t like he could bring his bike with him to Phoenix. Clucking his tongue thoughtfully he turned the bike to the right and headed down the dirt path. It’d take him over an hour more to get home this way, but the scenery… it was so worth it. God bless America, he thought as he peddled, a burst of wind kissing through the trees and filling his nose with the scent of wildflowers. God bless America. **************************************** **************************************** Jason Mathis New York, New York June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Jason drank the last of his Coke and pitched the bottle into the recycle bin in Central Park as Marie drove away in the back of the cab. She was going somewhere, but he didn’t know where. She’d had a bag with her…. Probably going to JFK, he thought but God only knew where she was going. He sighed and stood up from where he’d been sitting on the bench knowing that this was wrong. Following her like this… feeling this way about her… she was his teacher… but, but there was no denying what was there. He could still remember cornering her at the school on the last day, the faint scent of her perfume, the way that she’d shivered when he’d kissed her. Of course she’d pushed him away, much to his disappointment and even worse than that she’d been avoiding him now. Didn’t she realize how much she meant to him? How he felt about her? Jason pulled his cell out of his pocket as it began to ring and he checked the display. It was Tate, one of his co-captains and he hit send, raising it to his ear. “What’s going on man?” “Man, where the hell are you?!?” Tate said laughing. “Dude, you’re missing it!” “Missing what?” Jason asked walking down the sidewalk towards the train station so that he could get home. “Well Dale said that he could eat a whole can of jalapeños in under 30 seconds right? Well dude, he got like 10 seconds in and puked up all over himself. Freaking awesome!” “Fuck you!” Called a faint voice in the back and Jason was pretty sure that it was Dale. Jason just shook his head and rolled his eyes. People his age were so… immature. “That’s fucking gross as hell, dude.” “Gross, but funny.” Tate said still laughing. “I totally got it on camera…. we are SO putting it up on YouTube! You got the fastest upload dude, I’ll meet you at your house. You gotta see this!” “Uh yeah,” Jason said. “I’m out right now, but I should be home in about… like… 90 minutes.” “Jesus man, what the Hell… you on the other side of town?” “Central Park,” he replied. “Just heading to the station now. I’ll call you when I get back.” He snapped his phone shut and slid it back into his pocket still thinking about Marie. There was a part of his brain that kept telling him that he should be thinking about Dale, that he should be rushing home to see this video but the humor just wasn’t there. Not with Marie leaving town. He had to find her, had to follow her… to be apart from her, it was painful. He slid his pass through the machine and stepped through the turnstile. Jason paused, feeling someone watching him and he turned to see a good looking young man walking towards the train, his eyes moving onto Jason and off as he noticed Jason watching him. Jason kept walking and boarded the train taking a seat near the back. His eyes went towards the door as the young man stepped on and Jason leaned back in his seat, his eyes meeting the young man’s. The corner of his mouth turned up and he slid over to the seat beside him. After a beat the young man came and sat down beside him. Jason felt his heart skip a beat as their thighs touched briefly. “Jason,” he said holding out his hand. “Trevor,” the other replied giving his hand a shake. “I’m sorry, I don’t… I didn’t mean to stare. I just…” he laughed nervously. “I’m not good at this.” “No worries,” Jason replied, putting his hands on his knees feeling his stomach fill with butterflies. God, why did things have to be so complicated. He wasn’t gay, he knew that. If he was, he wouldn’t be in love with Marie. There were some men though… some guys that just… did this to him. “So, you in school?” “Yeah,” Trevor said. “I mean, not right now, it’s summer but yeah… I’m going to be a sophomore at NYU this year.” “Cool, cool,” Jason said rocking back and forth with the sway of the train as it started going. “Still don’t know where I’m going to go. My Dad’s pushing for Stanford and my Mom wants Yale… but I like NYU. You know, not too far from home but big enough to get lost in you know?” “No doubt, no doubt,” Trevor said, his own hands on his legs, though one slid over between then to lightly rest against Jason’s leg. “If you, you know… ever want a tour,” “Sure, sure,” Jason said nodding, his pants feeling a little tight all of a sudden. The two of them rode the rest of the trip in silence until they reached the 7th Ave station and Trevor stood up. He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket as the train slowed and wrote down his number. “I don’t normally… well… call me… if you want,” he said holding out the slip of paper. Jason looked at it for a beat. The jock in him wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the rest of him… his hand reached out and took it, slipping it into his pocket. “Thanks man.” He smiled as Trevor took a relieved breath and left the train and Jason crossed his legs trying to wish himself to calm down. He folded his arms across his lap and let out a long breath. 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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:03 AM Post #8 |
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**************************************** **************************************** Seeley Booth Washington D.C. June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Seeley closed the file in front of him, running his hand over his face as he picked up his coffee and took a drink. This job never seemed to end. People were inherently violent and evil, they lived to hurt and kill each other it seemed. “What’s up Seeley,” his partner Jonna said as she took her seat at the desk that was face to face with his. “Any luck?” “Nothing,” Seeley replied. “Usually I can see it but this time,” he shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know Jonna, I just… it’s been hard getting back, you know?” She nodded and booted up her computer, taking a sip from her coffee mug. “I know Seeley, but you have to get back on the horse at some time.” “Yeah,” he said taking another drink. “I know… just sucks.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small pill bottle that he carried with him now for the chronic headaches. The tumor was gone, but the pain still remained. They’d still had to cut into his brain though. He chalked it up to having earned it. He’d done bad things in his life and had it coming. It was that whole Karma thing. He didn’t really buy into it most of the time but right now, it was about the only thing that he had. “They found another body,” Jonna said. “Down in Lafayette. Some 6 year old girl.” She took the file from the top and passed it across the desk to him. “Skinned alive and well you know.” She said unable to finish the sentence. They were both seasoned agents but there were some things that still bothered them. Some cases just affected you deeper than others and this, well this was one of those cases. “Oh God,” he said taking the file and flipping it open. “Fucking perv,” he said looking at the photos. “Poor girl,” he shook his head flipping through the photos of the child. “Was semen recovered this time?” “No,” Jonna said. “There were traces of spermicidal gel inside her.” Seeley shook his head. This wasn’t the youngest victim, but almost. The youngest had been 5. Whomever was doing this was a monster, there was no doubt about that. This was one of those cases where he couldn’t decide if he really wanted to bring the fucker to justice or blow his god damn nuts off before feeding them to him. He dropped a few pills into the palm of his hand and tossed them back into his mouth, taking a drink of coffee to chase them down his throat. His freaking head was absolutely killing him today. He stood up, leaning against the edge of his desk on his hands and taking a few deep breaths. “You okay?” Jonna asked, frowning at him. He nodded. “Yeah, it’s just… my head. I’ll be right back.” He pushed himself away from the desk and walked across the office weaving around the maze of desks to the bathroom. Pushing open the door he stepped inside and walked over to the sink, turning on the cold water. He leaned against the sink, a hand on either side of the bowl as he looked at his reflection. “Shit,” he said seeing that he was looking rather pale. Leaning over he cupped his hands under the faucet and splashed the cold water on his face several times and then raking his hands through his hair before giving it one last splash and grabbing a fistful of paper towels. He pressed his face into them and sighed. He knew that he should go to the doctor, but he kept on putting it off. He knew that he needed to, but he didn’t want to. If it was back, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to be on leave again. He didn’t want to get cut open again… ignorance is bliss. Of course this kind of ignorance could kill him, with a sigh he pulled out his phone and dialed the number to his doctor. “Dr. Andrew’s office.” “This is Seeley Booth,” he said with a sigh. “I need to see Doctor Andrew as soon as possible.” “What’s it concerning?” The receptionist asked. “I’ve been,” he said leaning down and checking under the stalls to make sure he was alone. “I’ve been getting these headaches, and they’re getting pretty bad. I’ve got painkillers but, they’re starting not to cut it and I had a tumor removed a while back.” There was a pause and he could hear her typing. “We’ve got an emergency opening this afternoon if you would like to come in. It’s at 4:30.” Seeley sighed and nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He said. “I’ll be there.” He hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He splashed another handful of cold water on his face before turning off the tap and wiping his face off again. They should really get to Lafayette ASAP, but he needed to get to the doctor first. This was important. **************************************** **************************************** Paul Matthews Phoenix, Arizona June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** Paul rolled over, pulling the blankets over his head trying to cut out the noise outside of the bunk and outside of the bus. He rolled over onto his back, pulling the covers back down letting the cool air of the fans blow on his face. He smelled like booze and smoke and sex, his three favorite things. He loved his job, hands down, loved his job. He wasn’t the world’s best singer but no one ever seemed to notice that. Neither did he when they were on the road. It was when they were in the studio laying down tracks… that always made him shake his head and wonder how the fuck they made any money. He really couldn’t sing for shit. He played a killer guitar, Mark was awesome on the drums and Adam… shit Adam was a God on the skins. None of the other two though had wanted to be the singer and since the singer always got the most pussy… he hadn’t fought it. His hand scratched his stomach and he rolled over again onto his side, letting out a long fart. Thankfully the moving air in the bunk carried the scent out before it was to overwhelming. They were always the worst after a good party. His hand slipped down under his boxers to find himself half hard as he thought about the pair of twins that he’d just finished fucking. He’d seen them in the audience at the show and they knew that he’d seen them. As soon as they’d started sucking face in the crowd he knew that he had to have them. They’d dived onto his cock like it had been made of ice cream, one on either side their tongues sliding over him. “Oh yeah,” he groaned softly, his hand moving a little faster. “Fuck yeah…” he said thinking in the back of the limo on the way to the club. How they’d started making out, touching each other, one of them hiking up her sister’s skirt and going to town between her legs. Not able to stop himself he’d gotten behind the kneeling girl as she ate out her twin and fucked her as hard as he could. It had been rather awkward in a moving car but… “That’s it baby,” he said his mind continuing to wander. The back of the limo melted away to a roaring fire and a bearskin rug on the ground, a naked woman laying there on her stomach staring at the fire. She rolled over, spreading her legs, her hand dropping between them while the other played with her nipple. “I want you to cum in me, Paul,” Willow said tilting her head back. “Fuck me… please, fuck me… fuck me so hard…” She gasped as she slipped her fingers inside of herself. “That’s my girl,” he said as he saw her crawling towards him on the rug, her tongue hanging from her mouth like a wanton whore. “Suck it baby, oh yeah, suck it…” Paul’s body jerked suddenly as his balls tightened and he shot his load into his boxers. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath. He always came so hard when he thought about her. Course it wasn’t like he wanted kids, he thought as he stripped himself of his soiled boxers and pushed them to the end of the bunk, wiping off his hand as he did so. He hated kids. No fucking way was he ready to be a father, and he didn’t want to be, but he wanted to plow her like nobodies business. How many nights had he jerked off listening to her climax in the bedroom with Adam? Just the thought of it alone made him quiver. “Really need to cut down on that shit,” he said remembering the speed that he’d taken earlier gripping himself again and going to town this time his mind having nothing to do with the blonde twins but all on Willow. There was no ill will on his part towards Adam for taking her from him. Such was life and he had a plentiful bounty of replacement pussy to pick from but it was that whole forbidden fruit. As soon as Adam had told them she was knocked up he’d wanted nothing more than to pump her full of his cum. Adam would so kick his ass if he knew. Kick his ass, hell no, he’d skin him alive. Bringing himself to orgasm again, he didn’t bother to clean it up this time and he rolled over onto his back still idly playing with himself. After blowing his load twice so close together, and the several rounds with the twins, thank you drugs he thought, he didn’t think he’d be able to get it up any more tonight and he wasn’t trying to. What he was doing was more like how a little boy would play with himself, just liking the way it feels to be touched. He couldn’t wait for the next show. It was going to be the biggest show of their career; out in the middle of a large field, hundreds of thousands of fans from all over flocking to see them. It was going to be huge, massive… and apart from all the people that were going to be there they were also going to be live on Pay Per View. He had to admit that he was more than a little nervous and he’d probably have to get half drunk and snort a few lines of coke before getting onstage. He envied Adam really, his ability to just warm up calmly and go. Then again he could hide behind a drum set on stage. He wasn’t standing out there for everyone to stare at. Mark got it, in his own way, but he still didn’t feel the pressure like Paul did. There were times when being the front man of Area 5 sure did suck, and those times were the ones where he got anxiety. Of course it was easily enough overcome with a little chemical help he thought smiling to himself. Only a few days ago though Mark and Adam had set him down and talked to him about it. They were worried about him… and Paul knew that he had a problem with drugs and alcohol, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as they were making it out to be. They made it sound like all he did was drink and shoot up, but he didn’t. He did a lot of other things too other than drinking and drugs. Paul’s hand slipped under his pillow and grabbed his flask. Pulling it out he took a drink and put it back away letting his eyes drift shut and within a minute, he was sound asleep. **************************************** **************************************** Ezekiel ‘Zeke’ Costas Ankeny, Iowa June 15, 2010 **************************************** **************************************** “And here’s the key,” Phil said slapping the silver key into Zeke’s hand. “You’re assistant manager now.” Zeke shook his head and slipped it into his pocket. “I still don’t know why you picked me,” he said. “I didn’t even apply for the job.” “I picked you because everyone likes you Zeke. No one ever wants to disappoint you. You motivate people and… hell, you’re just awesome okay?” Phil said. “Find me at the end of your shift and we’ll go over counting down the drawers and books.” Zeke nodded. “Yeah okay,” he said. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with this. He wasn’t the leader type. He was quiet, soft spoken… and he couldn’t get within 5 feet of the meat counter without his stomach turning over. He walked away from the office and headed over to the vegitable area where he was working for the day. He grabbed the cart full of corn and carried it up to the display at the front of the store. It was brought in daily from a farm over in Adel, home grown Iowa sweet corn, a dozen for $4.50. Needless to say, it was popular. He began to move the corn from the cart onto the table, losing himself in thought. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular really. He was just letting his mind wander really. His thoughts moved over his life, from his first camera to his first kiss, to his first sexual encounter. He thought about Rick, his first serious boyfriend. He didn’t hold any ill will towards Rick for what had happened, thought a lot of people thought that he was crazy for it. Amanda said that she would have kicked him in the nuts but he just shrugged. That just wasn’t his style. Zeke hadn’t been angry at Rick for cheating on him. He’d just been, well, disappointed. People were people though and God had given them all something called free will. Everyone made their own choices in life. Rick had made his, and Zeke had made his. As lonely as he was at times, he wasn’t going to let Rick back into his life. “Congrats Zeke,” Amanda said wheeling over her cart of apples to put on the stand next to the corn. “Phil couldn’t have picked a better guy.” Zeke smiled and shook his head. “I didn’t even apply.” “Oh I know,” she said. “I threw your name into the ring.” He frowned, looking at her. “Why did you do that? Not that I mind but,” “Because Zeke,” she said looking at him, juggling three apples as she talked. “You’re better than cashier and stocker. Hell, I don’t even know why you’re here… you should be in photography. That stuff that you took last week that you showed me… they’re freaking brilliant Zeke. I mean that one photo, it brought tears to my eyes.” He felt his cheeks turn pink at the compliment. “Amanda,” he said “stop.” “Well I mean it,” she said catching the apples and putting them on the display. “Amanda?” He asked after a few minutes of working in silence. “Do you ever,” he shook his head as he tried to find the right words. “Do you feel like, like something is coming?” “What do you mean?” She asked looking at him with a frown. “Like coming to town or something?” He shook his head and emptied the last of the corn onto the display. “No, not like that… something just… I don’t know,” he said with a laugh. Amanda looked at him for a minute and then slowly nodded. “Yeah, like something that you can’t put your finger on… but this, feeling like… like something’s,” “Coming,” he said finishing her sentence. “Yeah. It’s like, like every day it gets closer and closer and…” “We have to be ready.” She said looking at him, her eyes telling him that she totally understood. “Can I tell you something? I mean, something crazy?” Zeke shrugged and began to help her with the apples. They fell silent as Mrs. Dottingham came and selected exactly seven apples. The woman shopped week to week, never buying more than seven days worth of food. She was a pessimistic person, always believing that she would die soon and she was determined not to die in a house full of rotting food. “Yeah sure,” he said as she pushed the walker away from the apples towards the cooler with the strawberries. “I’ve started stock piling, like people did for the Y2K thing.” She said her voice a bare whisper. “Lots of stuff that won’t perish, you know? I even, I even spent $600 at Sears and got a generator. I have no idea how to use it, but I’ve got it.” She laughed and shook her head. “I’m sure you think I’m crazy.” Zeke shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all Amanda. I’ve been doing the same thing. I don’t, I don’t know why but it’s like, it’s like I know it’s what God wants me to do.” Amanda nodded in agreement, the two of them falling silent both wondering what exactly was coming, and why they were the only two people that seemed to see it coming. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 3 2009, 01:05 AM Post #9 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Mod Note: Yes, I’m ahead of schedule. It’s almost 1am on Friday and I’m getting the scene up. Go me. LOL Scene 2 will be next Friday at some point. As those who have played with me before, I’m usually pretty good about getting a scene up a week, but there will be a few places where there will be a 2 week stretch and come scenes will be, at least I hope, considerably shorter than this. It takes a long time to write 60 pages worth of stuff so I’ll be doing a lot of guiding through Willow and Zeke and via PMs. I think I’ve given most of you a clear indication of what I want you to do and where I want you to head. Any questions, PM me and I’ll try not to slap you upside the head and shake my head in disappointment. Keep in mind… I will NOT carry unposted characters like I have in the past. Don’t post… you die. Simple as that. If something comes up, PM me and I’m always willing to work with you… for a time. My patience is not indefinite. Excuses will only last so long. Now... get to posting! |
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 3 2009, 04:36 PM Post #10 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Domenica/Gareth/Samuel – Starting the Tour Domenica stopped in front of the door to the suite taking a breath and putting on her smile, running her tongue over her teeth just to make sure there was nothing there, how awful would it be to have food stuck in her teeth right now, she thought. She tapped the door with her knuckles and waited. A sudden bout of panic ran through her mind as the door opened and Gareth was standing there, in jeans and a shirt with a hat on his head he looked so comfortable and she looked, “Bloody Hell, I’m underdressed.” He said with a smile then continued, “You look amazing.” Domenica felt her cheeks lightly blush. “Thank you and you look ready for the park.” She said again looking at what she was wearing hells and a cream outfit, brilliant. “Should I change?” Gareth asked her he suddenly looked embarrassed, which made her smile, he was worried about being under dressed and she was clearly over dressed he stepped out of the room looking at her. She couldn’t help but laugh, “No, but if you don’t mind I want to stop at the store downstairs and get something a bit more fitting.” He smiled at her, “Of course not” He grinned then added, “so you missed my note.” He said as they walked, neither of them noticing some of the looks they were getting, they reached the elevator and he pushed the button and in short order they were on their way down. Domenica looked at him, “I really wasn’t thinking when I dressed this morning you know auto pilot I even had two notes reminding me but still here I am.” “Well you look lovely.” He said looking her over again, trying not to stop in anyone place too long. The elevator doors opened and they moved on. They made there way from the bank of elevators to the gift shop in the Grand California if wasn’t huge, but it had the nicer Disney merchandise so at least she could find something that she would actually wear. They walked in and she saw that Lisa was behind the counter finishing up with a guest and Domenica walked over waiting for the guest to leave she spoke, “Lisa Hi. Happy Birthday.” She said very perky giving Lisa a big hug, “Thanks Dom. What can we help you with?” Lisa took note of the man that was with Domenica. Domenica stepped back lifting her hands, “I’m a flake, I wasn’t thinking when I got dressed, I’m taking Gareth around the parks today and I picked this.” Lisa looked up and her face blushed. Gareth stepped forward, “Hello.” He said with a smile, “oh and Happy Birthday.” He said quickly and Lisa smiled, “Thank you Mr. Lloyd.” Gareth looked at her, “Gareth please, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Lisa laughed she wasn’t sure what else to say or do so she looked at Domenica who was standing there calm and cool, she always knew just how to act around these people, of course it didn’t hurt that she was blond, bubbly and pretty. Like Syd, Lisa thought the world of Domenica but was still a bit jealous of her, how could you not be, she had no idea how pretty she was and she was down to earth. “Let me see what we can find Dom.” Lisa said looking at her and then quickly vanished, “Excellent.” Domenica said turning back to Gareth. “Sorry about the hold up, I’ve walked the park in heels with guest before, but I wasn’t actually going on the rides at the time.” Gareth shrugged his eyes never leaving her face, “No worries it’s fine, I’m in no rush we have all the time in the world.” Domenica laughed as Lisa returned with her hands full holding a sundress and shoes and socks, “I’m going to look around a bit.” Gareth said moving off seeing Lisa there leaving the two woman , “He’s amazing and you get to spend the whole day with him?” Lisa asked and Domenica nodded, “It’s work nothing more.” Domenica added. “Uh huh. I’m sure. Come on Dom he’s lovely, sure not as hot as Adam Barkley form Area 5 but he’s hot.” Lisa said, Domenica looked at her, “Who?” Lisa pursed her lips, “What do you live under a rock, Area 5 come on Adam Barkley he’s amazing and very hot.” Lisa said looking at Domenica a look of disbelief on her face. “Sorry Lisa, guess they’re not my thing.” Lisa shrugged, “Well Adam is hot and the things I would do to him if here were here and not married, ah well.” Lisa frowned then smiled holding out the clothes, “Anyway, here it’s a sundress and some shoes lets get you changed.” Domenica moved over to the dressing room and quickly got undressed and put on the outfit that Lisa picked for her; it was, of course perfect. Domenica looked in the mirror nodding it was perfect for the day, “Excellent.” She said and walked out spinning around for Lisa to see and judge. “This is perfect Lisa.” Lisa nodded pleased with herself, “I know. It’s a gift.” Domenica grinned walking back into the dressing room and grabbing her purse and her clothes, she clipped her cast pin to her outfit and walked back out, Lisa was already up at the counter running the items through the register. “Thanks Lisa.” Domenica said smiling at her, “No prob. Do you want me to get your clothes to your office for you?” “Would you?” Domenica asked smiling, happy and relieved at the offer. Lisa nodded, “You got it.” She said taking Domenica’s clothes and walking them in back, “Much better.” Gareth said looking at her as he returned with a few items in his hands, “already shopping, excellent.” She said smiling at him he actually looked no different then several guests that came to the park, which would be good for him, “Here.” She took them and put them on the counter. Lisa returned, “Anything else?” Domenica pointed to the items on the counter, “just these and could you have them to delivered to Gareth’s room please? Put it all on my employee charge.” Lisa smiled seeing what he picked out, “sure thing.” Gareth looked at her, “you didn’t have too.” Domenica nodded, “Oh I know, but it’s the least I can do for you after the lovely dinner, plus I get a discount and this way it will be in your room and you don’t have to carry it.” Gareth laughed, “Good to know.” He looked at Lisa, “Happy Birthday again Lisa.” “Thanks” Lisa said with a little wave there was another customer there needing her help. Domenica and Gareth walked out of the shop and started heading to the park, the gentle swish of Domenica’s sundress moved about her as she walked. They reached the doors leading to Downtown Disney and as the doors opened Domenica heard her blackberry. “I’m sorry.” She said looking at Gareth who simply smiled at her stopping watching her pull out her phone from the plastic bag. “Hello Domenica Anderson.” She said answering the phone, her tone didn’t change; it was still upbeat and perky. “Mr. Anderson this is Sam Barkley.” Domenica smiled even broader, “Mr. Barkley what a pleasure thank you for getting back to me so soon. As you know I'm filling in for the time being and I know you’re the contractor we hired. I would love to set up a time for you to come out.” “Well it ain’t gonna be today, I have plans, I can be there tomorrow.” Sam said Domenica heard his gruff voice he sounded older and grumpy, well that wasn’t a problem she knew how to handle grumpy old men, kill them with kindness and smile a lot. “Of course Mr. Barkley, tomorrow would be excellent. What time?” She said her voice dipping with sunshine. “9:30 I’ll come see you at the office, you’re not going to be filling your nails or getting coffee at that time are you.” He said and she laughed, “What a doll you are, that’s so cute. Of course not, 9:30am tomorrow would be wonderful. I will have a visitor pass at the maintenance entrance and someone from there can direct you to my office. Thank you so much Mr. Barkley this really is very helpful. See you then. Oh and Mr. Barkley have a magical day.” She said hitting the end button on her blackberry and then entering the meeting in her blackberry along with her few quick notes, it would update her calendar on her computer for her. “Wow you’re a busy lady.” Gareth said as they started walking again, she laughed, “I suppose, it’s all part of the job, but there shouldn’t be anymore interruptions today.” He looked at her, “Are you like that to everyone or is it the job? I’ve yet to see you frown or anything you’re very upbeat.” She looked at him seeing all the happy people walk about them, “I don’t know. I just try and treat people the way I want them to treat me. If I’m nice to people then they have no reason to not be nice back, plus you get more flies with honey then vinegar.” She said as they walked he nodded as they walked through the crowds of people heading to the main entrance to the parks. |
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 3 2009, 05:14 PM Post #11 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Rubén – Getting through the Day Rubén walked back to his office, Staci worked every nerve in his body, but he still maintained his cool, he just needed to suck it up and get through it, he refused to let her get under his skin not today, not before his trip, everyone in the agency knew she was useless, but getting rid of her was a whole other story, he excepted the fact that it would never happen and he just needed to make the best of it. He sat down at his desk and tapped away on the computer, pulling up the contact information he was looking for, he knew she called already, so what better way to stick it to her then to get the place when she knew it wasn’t going to happen. He dialed the number and waited. Finally the phone picked up, “Andy hey it’s Rubén.” “Ruby what’s up, when are you going to let me sweep you off your feet and treat you like the prince charming you deserve to be treated as?” Andy was a great guy straight as straight can be, older white guy, who was still a major flirt, even to Rubén. “As soon as your wife and kids say you can.” Rubén said and they both shared a laugh. “Andy I need that space, I know Staci called you, what can we do?” Rubén said hopping against hope there would be something they could work out. Andy was a stand-up guy and he really helped Rubén out a lot even though he wasn’t a member of the church. The line was quiet for a moment then there was laughter, “I’m so going to burn Rubén. I already booked the space for you, I just told her no to make her sweet I knew you would call me. I have the contract all ready.” Andy said then there was silence, “hitting send now.” Rubén laughed, “That’s great I love it. Thanks man. I owe you a beer, oh wait, you can’t drink that, a coke…wait I mean a um…water.” Andy laughed, “I can drink coke thank you, jerk.” Rubén smiled, “I know, I know. I just have to harass you. Listen you pick the date and time and I will buy you a steak for the coke.” “Sounds like a date, just don’t expect me to give it up. I’m not cheap or easy.” Andy said holding back his laughter then he added, “Just get the contract to me and I’ll call you in a couple days to go over the details.” Andy said Rubén could hear the good nature in his voice. “No can do. I’m leaving on business tomorrow. I’ll be out. Staci can….” Rubén started to say already knowing the response, “never mind I’ll call when I get back.” Andy let out a breath, “good, I don’t want to deal with her, she’s unpleasant and what’s with all the black, she always looks like she’s going to funeral?” “Can’t tell you man. I don’t get it either.” Rubén said, clicking away on the computer pulling up Des Monies, wow it really was in the middle of nothing wasn’t it he thought to himself. “Where you going?” Andy asked him, “Des Monies this year.” There was more laughter, “sounds fun. Have a good time cow tipping. Alright man, review the contract and call me when you get back. Have a safe trip.” Andy said. “Take care Andy.” Rubén said finishing the call and looking at the information for the conference. He picked up the phone again and dialed the extension, “Staci here.” The familiar unpleasant voice said, “Staci Hi, Rubén we are all set, I have the contract and I will finish the details when I get back seems Andy is going out of town as well, so there isn’t much to do till then anyway.” Rubén said hearing the silence on the other end, he could see her puckered face in his mind, she was pissed that he managed to pull it off and she hadn’t, “Alright. Fine. I have someone in my office.” She said and hung up the phone. Rubén laughed, “That should keep her off his back the rest of the day.” He quickly flipped the screen and looked at his emails seeing one from Heidi: Rubén Hey baby, Jenny and I’ll meet you tonight at 8pm at the Endup. See you there. I promise it will be fun and no more match making. Hugs H He deleted the message and smiled thinking about tonight, he had a lot to do before tomorrow with a sigh he went back to reviewing the monitor seeing exactly what there was in Des Monies. The image of a gapped tooth pig farmer named Bubba popped in his head, he was so going to burn for that he knew it. |
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| Mr_Blonde3 | Sep 3 2009, 07:26 PM Post #12 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Sam Barkley carefully pulled the snow white 1970 Dodge Challenger into the pitted driveway of his ranch-style house. It was his one and only possession of value and he babied it to no end. For main driving, he used the company truck from the business,a newer model now that he was co-owner, but every so often, he needed to blow the cobwebs out of the Challenger, so he'd take the cover off and run a few errands in it. The lack of driving was partially due to the fact that he lovingly maintained it, but for another, he was frankly afraid to drive it too heavily in some of these areas. He was just as apt to come out and find that the car was on blocks, or that some spic had spraypainted ghetto gang signs on the doors. Last year, he'd finally bitten the bullet and bought himself a gun. wasn't anything special, just a revolver, a .32 or a.38, It wasn't what he had wanted to do, but these were different times. Sam shook his head. He knew racism was wrong. The bible said it was wrong. He tried not to be too judgemental, but there were some instances where he just couldn't contain himself. To Sam, there were two categories to every minority. There were hispanics, and there were spics. There were african americans, and there were niggers. There were asians, and there were chinks, and so on, and so on. To any of the former races, if you came to the country legally, you worked to put bread on the table, and followed the law, Sam had not a bad word to say about them. But when you came illegally, like the neighbors across the way, doing nothing but drinking, sponging off of the government, and popping out kids to sponge off more money, Sam Barkley had a problem with you. People who called him racist, and he knew there were a few, should try spending the night in his neighborhood. A lifelong republican, Sam had been one of the first to cross to the democratic side and put in his vote for Barack Obama. Even though not much had happened, he was still faithful that Obama would pull something off. After the mess that Bush had caused, and even as a Republican, Sam could admit that Bush had screwed up big time, he wasn't expecting any miracles. It would be a long time before Anyone could sort out the mess, and the progressing gray hair on his head was more than an indicator that he was doing what he could. Sam finished putting the cover on the car and picked up the bags and the beer. He looked once more at the car. He'd bought it used when he and Monica had first moved here. It was the only real splurge he'd allowed himself. He could see in his mind, Monica in the passenger seat, her dark hair blowing in the wind. He at the wheel, the two of them carefree and in love. He turned away from the car, eyes misting. That was another time, though he knew he would never stop thinking about it. Sam got through the door, and the first thing he laid eyes on was Fluffy's cat bowl. How long had THAT been there? How long had he walked through this door and never laid eyes on it, but just when he was feeling melancholy, there it was. The cat had been a pain in the ass sometimes, and it seemed like whenever it wanted attention, it was always after he'd had a hard day at work and it had just been easier to boot it out of the way. How many times could he have paid more attention to it. When it came to pet owners, he considered himself a moderate master. But still, there were times that he could have shown the beast more love. Especially at the end. In mid life, hairless cats were at least okay-looking. But at 17, Fluffy was sagging more than old aunt Edna. Yes, he could have shown it more love. He could have shown Adam.... Oh no. Sam shook his head. Two trips down melancholy lane were enough. He did not have time to dwell on a third. He put the beer in the fridge and set the pretzels on the counter. He put Fluffy's bowl under the sink. Maybe he could donate it to the local shelter or something. He closed the cabinet door. Pretty crappy epitaph, Fluffy. I'm sorry. He walked into the living room where the table was set up. As the game had gotten more serious, so had the chips. He'd gotten a "Professional Poker Set" Endorsed by the Danish Pro, Hansen. He set up 10.00 worth, enough for the night and then some. He looked at the answering machine and replayed the message, jotting the woman's number down. He would need to call tomorrow. She may be hispanic, but at least she had a job. Plus, this job might turn out to be something big. Wiring at Disneyland? This could be a major money maker. He was being offered the consulting chance due to his newfound co-ownership of the CARE Electric Company, and this was the potential to really bring in some major money. They had a strong following through word of mouth, but this was a change for bonuses, renovations, maybe even a new advertising campaign. He thought about calling now, but surely the woman was gone by now. No, he'd call her first thing tomorrow. Best not to appear to eager anyway. The phone rang. Sam picked up. A voice said, "Sam Barkley?" Sam said, "This is he." The voice said, "I represent Habitat for Humanity. We're holding a charity fundraiser and I was wondering if there was anything in your possession you might be willing to donate for the cause?" Sam Barkley sighed. He said, "My son took everything but the cat when he left. I suppose I can dig that up if you think it would be worth some money." There was a pause on the line, as the caller, presumably, tried to decide if Sam was serious. Finally, it said, "Well maybe you could contact Adam and..." Sam said, "My son and I don't talk. Everyone knows that. It's on TMZ every other month. I appreciate your efforts, but I don't have anything to give, and I'm sure you could understand my embarassment if the first call I make to my son in ages is to ask him for a signed picture and T-shirt. Good day, Sir." Sam hung up. He wondered if this was what all parents went through when their son's reached stardom. Especially son's that were so....Outgoing. Why couldn't he have been Billy Joel's father? Or Neil Diamond's? They were famous, and yet you never really heard about them. Nothing from Diamond, ever, and Billy Joel only made the news when he drove into people's houses. Oh Adam, he sighed inwardly. He supposed he had contributed to some of the deliquency. He shook his head. No more down melancholy road. There would be no beating "Stoneface" Sammy Barkley tonight. There was a knock on the door. Sam smiled, thinking it was one of his poker buddies. Instead it was one of the spics across the street. He was holding up his empty six-pack and speaking quickly in spanish. Sam's smile evaporated. They're already taxing my paycheck to give you to feed your runts. You will not take my beer too. Sam said, "No Hablo Espanol." He quickly shut the door in the spic's face. |
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| bebeluv1 | Sep 3 2009, 08:12 PM Post #13 |
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Nemesis
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Adam & Calli Thank God the bus was parked across the road from an IHOP, which was open at 7 am. Bleary-eyed from partying and lack of sleep, he fitted the baby sling over his shoulder and positioned a babbling Calli into it so she rested against his opposite hip. He realized that he could just carry her over, but….you never knew what kind of people you might run into when you had no bodyguards around; he wanted Calli attached to him, literally. He’d had a scare with Lex once when he was a baby and he decided right then and there that he’d never create any opportunity for someone to try and snatch his kid. Lex had been about a year old, and Adam had been casually carrying him on his hip, like most parents do, when a small mob of fans had very nearly ripped Lex from his arms and could have trampled him. There was a heart-stopping moment when Adam had lost his grip on Lex and he felt him slipping out of his arms; it was pure goddamn luck that one of the fan’s arms came up and knocked Lex back into Adam’s arms. Anyway, the sling was a safety precaution and Adam used it whenever he felt that there may be a risk to his child. Lex was way too big for it now, but….Calli was still small and more vulnerable. The gravel crunched under his Fallen Troopers (the best damn skater’s shoe Adam had ever worn, in his opinion) as he crossed over the road and onto the opposite shoulder of the road. IHOP didn’t look very busy this morning. Of course, it was a Wednesday morning and most people probably just grabbed a bagel and coffee at Starbucks on their way to work rather than stop for a full-fledged breakfast. At least that’s what Adam figured. He really didn’t know. He’d only had one job doing something other than drumming and that had been an overnight shift at a factory. God, he had hated that job! “What are you gonna have for breakfast, baby?” he asked Calli, using his higher-pitched ‘daddy talking to baby’ voice. “Padcake!” she squealed, grinning, her blue eyes shining. “MMM, pancakes!” Adam smiled, and kissed the top of her head. “With chocolate milk?” Calli clapped. “Choc MIK!” Adam smiled softly and felt a sudden pang in his stomach—he missed his wife and son. They’d been apart for over a month now, and with no contact. No cell service where Willow was, at least not at the actual climb area. She’d checked. Not used to being on his own, he felt a little lost and restless without her. He supposed that he was what you might call “pussy-whipped”, but he really didn’t care. Willow was his best friend, and his lover, and his everything. Entering the IHOP was like entering another time. How old WAS this place? Adam thought. The vinyl in the booths was cracked with stuffing coming out in come places, and the tables looked a lot like someone had donated them after having been used in a bar fight. Adam started to turn around to leave the place (after all, if the place looked this bad, how would the food be??), but as soon as he opened the door to leave, Calli started screaming. “PADCAKES!!!!!! DAH-DEE, PADCAKES!!!!” her shrill screams, bountiful tears, and tiny red face with the eyes squeezed shut had the whole restaurant looking their way. He noticed a good ol’ boy narrow his eyes and Adam could only guess what the guy was thinking. Here was Adam, with a knit cap pulled down to his eyebrows, a black sleeveless shirt and khaki pants, tattoos visible on all his bare skin, rings in his lip and nose, dark purple shadows under his eyes…..didn’t take a genius to figure that the guy must think Adam might be the kind of man who, hopped up on drugs, might hurt little kids. “Shh, shh, baby, all right, we’ll have pancakes, ok?” he said, staring down the good ol’ boy. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the man picked up his coffee mug and looked away. Thank God, no scene. Adam asked the waitress for a highchair and sat in the back, where he wouldn’t be fodder for the old folks to stare and point at. Thank God he hadn’t come here BEFORE showering, or he’d still have the mohawk going on, too. People judged by what they saw, he knew that probably better than anyone. He didn’t look like a nice guy. But Jeffrey Dahmer did. People were idiots. Adam ordered his baby girl pancakes and chocolate milk, as per her instructions, and a plate of toast and fruit for himself. He was a vegetarian, and wasn’t sure what was in the pancake batter. Could be milk in there. His wife and kids could eat what they wanted, he didn’t mind. But he’d been a vegetarian since he was 14 (which started more to piss his father off than due to any moral or political reason), and he couldn’t eat meat or dairy; he felt sure he’d get sick if he did. God, he was so tired. He felt his eyelids growing heavy and was startled back into life by the waitress who overly cheerfully asked him if he wanted a refill on his water. Adam jumped as if slapped and his hand jerked, knocking Calli’s chocolate milk all over her. Calli, predictably, started screaming immediately. Adam ordered Calli another milk and ran his hand over his face, noting the stubble there. He very wearily comforted his shrieking child, using his own shirt to mop up the milk he had spilt on her, until he got her to crack a smile. Jesus, it was gonna be a long day if he didn’t get some sleep. Edited by bebeluv1, Sep 4 2009, 11:23 AM.
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| Cale Raizer | Sep 4 2009, 01:41 AM Post #14 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Business was starting to pick up, the bar filling with noise. Misty had washed and sanitized her hands, thanking God she hadn't had any cuts on them. Not that she thought Donnie had an STD or blood transmitted disease, but you could never be too careful. Martin had cleared up the blood on the floor, and then business had picked up, distracting Misty from thinking about Donnie for a little while. She poured another beer into a glass, and slid it down the bar, gratefully accepting the 2 dollar tip that was offered to her. She usually walked out with over a hundred bucks on a good night, and today looked like it was shaping up to be a good night. It was weird, though. Donnie was a regular, and nine times out of ten Misty had called a cab to take him home, hell, she usually paid the fare, too, but Donnie had seemed even worse tonight. Misty wanted to put it up to the fact that Donnies years of drinking were finally taking its toll, but she knew Donnie better then that. The man was a bottomless pit as far as booze was concerned, Misty had often wondered how the man hadn't died years ago. A call went out for a whiskey sour, and Misty quickly mixed the drink, sliding it down the bar. The fucker didn't tip her, and Misty cast a quick pareyer for Karma. She wasn't big on religion or praying, but Karma was one thing she truly beleived in. Sure enough, the fucker with the whiskey toppled over off his stool, and crashed heavily to the floor, his drink spilling all over him. His buddies pointed and laughed as he picked himself up off the floor, and headed to the bathroom, muttering darkly. Misty smiled, "What goes around, comes around, asshole." She spent the next couple of minutes filling empty glasses, accepting tips, and occasionaly lighting smokes for the guys who didn't have lighters. Misty didn't hold with smoking, but she kept a spare lighter in her pockets for just such an occasion. If lighting a cigarrette kept the customer happy, then she was all for it. A happy customer was a well-tipping customer. "Hey, girl." Misty heard a friendly voice call. Smiling, Misty turned and saw Bridgette, donning her apron, "Busy night, huh?" "You know it." Misty said, passing a handle of beers to the crowd, "I'm glad your here, it means splitting the tips, but I coud use an extra hand here." "Glad I could help," Bridgette said, planting a quick kiss on Misty's cheek, drawing a few catcalls and jeers from the drunk, predominatly male crowd. Brenda stationed herself behind the bar, and together, her and Misty waged a small but furious war, trying to keep glasses filled, cigarrettes lit, and the men happily drunk. Finally, after a few hours, the crowd died down, most of them going home via whatever means, which usually meant a taxi cab, or a sober buddy. Misty wiped the sweat out of her eyes, panting slightly, "Wow, that was intense." Bridgette smiled, "But it was so worth it." She pulled a wad of bills out of her pocket, and began counting them, "I love the busy shift." Misty wiped her hands on the rag behind the counter, gathering glasses and empty bottles, putting them in the mini-washer and trashcan, respectively. There were still a few guys at the bar, but they were content to sip their beers, possibly taking a last round before heading home. "Hey, I gotta head to the bathroom real quick, think you can handle this for a sec, babe?" Misty asked, and Bridgette nodded her head. Thankfull, Misty slid her apron off, hopping over the counter, and headed toward the bathroom in the back. She finished her business, washed her hands, and kicked open the bathroom door. She wasn't a germaphobe or anything, but honestly, when she thought about the things people did in public restrooms... She bumped into something, something big, and warm. Said something grunted, washing Misty in alchohol fumes, making her cough lightley. "Hey, thar, girlie." The something said, and Misty looked up, seeing the face of Will, another regular. Except this regular happened to be something of a trouble maker. "Got yerself all cleaned up, didja?" Misty nodded, trying to step around Will, but he moved aside, blocking her. Sighing in annoyance, Misty tried moving around to his other side, but he moved to block her again. "Can I help you with something?" Misty asked, and Will grinned. "I think you know what you can do fer me." He said, belching loudly. Misty scowled, waving the stench out of her face. "C'mon, girlie," Will continued, still blocking Misty, "We got time. Yer lesbo lover there can handle the counter." Misty scowled, "Will, do you really wanna do this? The fact that I have a 'lesbo lover'," Misty made qoutation marks with her fingers, "Should have tipped you off that I'm not interested." Will grinned stupidly, "aw, now, don't be like that, darlin'. C'mon, give us a kiss." He leaned in, almost falling over, and his hand reached out, groping her breast. Misy had had enough. She'd given him warnings, now it was time for action. As he leaned in, she reached back, and punched him, hard, on the cheek. "Oof!" Will staggered back, holding his stinging cheek, "Fuckin bitch!" He spat, then he doubled over in pain as Misty delivered a perfect roundhouse kick to his stomach. She followed thru with a brutal uppercut, and Will fell heavily to the floor, unconscious. "Misty, are you ok? I heard noises, and I....whoah." Martin came around the corner, staring at the scene before him, Will on the floor, blood streaming from his nose. "What happened?" Misty sighed, pushing her hair back behind her ears, "Will and I were having a discussion, and I didn't like were it was going." Martin nodded slowly. "Gotcha. I'll take him outside, you gonna be ok?" "Yea, I'll be fine." Misty said, "Don't worry about it." "Allright. Take a few minutes to compose yourself, and get back to the bar." Martin said, dragging Will to the back door. Misty headed back to the bar, pulling on her apron. "Hey, you allright?" Bridgette asked, "I heard a noise..." "I'm fine," Misty said, "I took care of it." "Ok, sweetie," Bridgette smiled, restocking the shelves with booze, "Oh, by the way, I got us tickets to see a show." "Oh?" Misty cocked an eyebrow, "What show is that?" "That Shakespeare thing, the theater group doing a homage to him." Bridgette said, "I thought it would be interesting to go." "That does sound fun." Misty said, "Sure, I'd be glad to go!" "Cool, its a date then!" Bridgette laughed. She leaned in, and gave Misty a quick kiss, "Now, we better get back to work." A small group of men had entered the bar, and Misty got to work, passing out beer bottles and liqour. The incident with Will, who would be banned from the bar, had made her forget abouut Donnie, but she remembered now, and she promised herself she would go see him when she got off her shift. |
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"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" | |
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| Mesonoxian|Girl | Sep 4 2009, 06:21 AM Post #15 |
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All the ancient classic fairy tales have always been scary and dark.
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Adia - the road to the airport Adia peeks through the window when she hears a car hooting outside. Airport shuttle… she reads on the side of the mini bus. It could be a trap… No, Adia, don't listen to him. You need to get to the airport, it's the only way. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU!!" she yells, clasping her hands over her ears. She runs towards the bed, grabbing the duffel back and runs out of the front door, slamming it behind her as if she could shut them in there, leave them behind somehow. The driver has already opened the sliding door. Three people are sitting in the back, she sits down on the single seat next to the door. For a quick escape… They make one more stop, an old lady gets on and she sits down across the aisle from Adia. "Hi! I'm Mrs de Waal!" Adia turns and looks out of the window, thinking that she's gonna miss this place. New York is so big… Easy to get lost in… "What's your name, honey?" Adia startles, and looks at the old lady in fear. She sees the kind face smiling back at her. Anyone can be a demon in disguise… "Er…Amy. My name is Amy." "Nice to meet you Amy, and where are you going?" "Pretoria. To visit my folks." "I'm going to Johannesburg to visit my kids and grandchildren." Fuck…we're gonna be on the same flight… she thinks. Adia stares at the door in fright, wondering if she could make a quick escape, but they've already left town and are driving at a high speed. Maybe you'll be better off dead… "Shut up!!" "What did you say, honey?" "Um…nothing, just talking to myself…" She stares at the non-smoking sign, wondering why those always make her crave cigarettes. She looks out of the window and sees the beautiful dunes on the left hand side. She risks a glance out of one of the right hand side windows, avoiding eye contact with Mrs de Waal, and smiles when she sees the ocean. "It's so beautiful here…I'm gonna miss this view," she whispers to herself. It's better this way… Her voice again. She trusts her. If she says this is the right way forward, then it must be. Adia closes her eyes for a second, and the next moment she's startled awake when the minibus slows down on the gravel road leading to Walvis Bay airport. Almost there… Now remember to stay calm and quiet, no matter what, will you remember that? She nodds, wondering what lies in store. When they stop at the airport she pays the driver and gets off. She walks over to some shade, dumps her bag on the floor and digs for cigarettes in her purse. She lits the cig with shaking hands, takes a long drag, and closes her eyes before exhaling. When she opens her eyes Mrs de Waal is standing in front of her. She jumps back in surprise, and the old lady laughs at her. "Don't get a fright, dear, it's just me. It's still a while before we can check in…do you want to drink some coffee with me while we wait?" Adia hesitates. "It's on me." "No…that's not it…it's just…" It could be a good thing to have an ally on the plane… Her voice. Anyone can be a demon in disguise… His voice again. Don't listen to him. I've told you not to attract attention. Just drink the coffee, it can't hurt! Immediately Adia thinks of poison. You'll smell it if something's wrong… "Coffee would be nice, thank you. If you'll get a table, I'll just finish my cigarette." "Okay, see you now." Adia finishes her cigarette, pulls up her left sleeve and puts the cigarette out on her arm. |
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