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Scene One: Brand New Day
Topic Started: Sep 3 2009, 12:59 AM (1,425 Views)
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Willow/Lex - Bathtime


Willow’s hands were aching by the time she reached the top of the climb. It was amazing what an extra few pounds on her back did. Of course it didn’t help that now she was going extra slow to make sure that she didn’t lose her footing and slip, thus scaring Lex any more than he already was. The entire way up from when Jack had put him in the carrier, his arms had been locked tightly around her neck. The smell of crap was almost overpowering but she didn’t complain. He couldn’t help it. She’d just about crapped herself as well.

She couldn’t help but wonder what she’d been thinking bringing him here.

Then again, she had to admit to herself that the last reported quake in this area was over a decade ago and it wasn’t like there’d been any warning signs. Grabbing Jack’s wrist she let him help her over the edge onto the flat surface at the top of the climb.

Her mother had always told her that Mother Earth could tell you things if you were listening close enough and she found herself wondering if this had been a warning of some kind. As she unbuckled the child carrier she almost laughed. It had been a long time since she’d been shaken by a quake. It hadn’t even been a major one… but her son had been there… and it had scared him.

“You okay buddy?” She asked helping him out of the carrier.

Lex nodded. “Momma,”

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said taking his hand. “Jack?”

“The river’s that way.” Jack said jutting his tumb east. “At least according to Owen.” Owen had been the first one up to the top this morning and had scouted the area to find a good camping spot. Though they weren’t far from the rockface that they’d just climbed, he’d done enough walking around to find the river.

“You want to go get washed up?” She asked looking down at her son who nodded quickly, shifting uncomfortably in his soiled pants. Willow grabbed her bathing supplies out of her pack along with a clean pair of clothes for herself and Lex and then took his hand, heading over the uneven rocks towards the mystical river that Owen had discovered. It didn’t take long before she could hear the running water.

“Momma!” Lex cried seeing the river and grinning. He let go of her hand and ran up to the edge of the water.

“Hold up there little man,” she said coming up beside him. “Do you remember what I told you about rivers?”

Lex nodded. “Uh huh. Undercurrents, right?”

“That’s right,” she said tossing down what she was carrying beside the water and stripping out of her sweaty clothes. “Let Mommy check it.” She said stepping into the cool, fresh water. It was cool, but not cold which was good and she waded out further into the water testing out the current and the footing. When she turned around to tell him that it was okay she found him standing at the edge of the water totally naked, his soiled clothes kicked away from him and he was looking at her with a hopeful expression. “Come on,” she said “just,” she had been going to tell him to be careful but he let out a squeal of delight and jumped into the water. “No deeper,” she said looking at him sternly as he paddled out towards her and she walked over to him. “Stay where your feet touch, okay?”

“But Momma…”

“But Momma nothing,” she replied. “Remember that pretty waterfall that we saw yesterday?”

“Uh huh,” he said nodding. “The one with the rainbow!”

“Well this river leads to that waterfall,” she said. “If you get to far out the current will get strong and it’ll take you away.”

Lex’s eyes grew wide as he realized what that would lead to and he promply turned back around, paddling towards the shore obediently to where his feet could touch the silty bottom. “Momma?” He asked, turning around to make sure that she was following him and she smiled at him, ducking under the water quickly soaking her hair and coming back up to see him doing the same thing.

Willow walked out of the water and opened her bag, pulling out the bar of soap that they were sharing and grabbed his soiled pants and underware. Moving several feel downstream from her son she washed them as clean as she could. Thankfully she’d packed severl pairs for him. She’d in fact packed half of the clothes that she normally would have taken for herself to make room for extra sets of clothing for Lex. The kid was a walking disaster area, even without crapping himself thanks to some freaky earthquake.

She snapped his pants sharply in the air, always making sure to keep an eye on her son and she draped the pants and shirt over a large rock to dry before walking back over to him and handing over the soap.

“Wash.” She said.

“But Momma…” he whined looking at the soap. When she didn’t take her hand back he let out a huffy sigh and took the soap muttering something that sounded like ‘Grandma said that you can use sand in the wild’. She couldn’t help but smile as she waded further out into the water running her fingers through her hair, the soap that was on them working through it in a think lather. She wasn’t overly worried about her own hygine, she’d been doing stuff like this long enough that a few days of sweat didn’t bother her. Lex was another matter, she was still trying to instill in him that bathing was a good thing. Callie wasn’t a problem. She loved bathes but Lex… she rinsed her hair out keeping an eye on him making sure that he did a through job of it.

There was a pang in her gut as she thought about Callie, which led her to think about Adam. It seemed like forever since she’d seen him. They’d never been apart this long. “Baby?” She asked and Lex turned his head to look at her, one eye squinched shut, soap running down his face. “Dunk you goof,” she said with a smile and he bobbed underwater shaking his head as he did it, beads of water flinging off his hair. “Are you having fun baby?” She asked coming over to him and sitting down in the water beside him.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed. “I get to poop in the woods just like a cowboy!”

She laughed and ran her hand over his hair. “Do you miss your daddy?”

Lex shook his head, grinning and then stopped, looked at her and nodded. “Yeah, and Callie too… I guess.” He still had jealousy issues with the baby getting so much attention after being the only child for the first few years of his life.

“Do you wanna go home?” She asked, pulling her knees up to her chest watching as he pitched the soap onto the bank, his bathing done but not wanting to get out of the cool water. She didn’t blame him. It was a hot day, scalding really. After that climb the cool water felt amazing. Willow could see the debate in his litte face. The fact that he wanted to go home and see his Daddy, but also the fact that he wanted to be a big boy and do this adventure with Mommy. At the same time though, that earthquake had left him shaken and even though he knew he was safe with her, there was still that need for paternal reassurance. “I think we’ll go back down tomorrow,” she said not waiting for his response knowing what he was going to say.

“But Momma…” he replied whining, turning his head to the side.

“No buts,” she replied firmly. “I think after today we’ve had enough adventure for the time being.” She really hadn’t thought this trip out as well as she should have which she was starting to realize now. No one had ever successfully mapped the cave system that they were climbing to and here she was brining her son with her? It was only going to get harder and more dangerous from here. He wasn’t ready for this, she could see that now. That small earthquake, while scary, hadn’t been anything major and it had left him badly shaken. What would he do if his rope snapped? He didn’t know how to fight for a handhold, how to twist his body to minimize impact… vanity had won out over her common sense.

I swear to all that is holy, she thought [/i]if he says I told you so….[/i]

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The midday sun beat down on Sam as he motored the best company truck that CARE Electric had in their possession down the highway. His mind wandered over last night's poker game as he watched the scenery pass by. The gas from the 50 cent Banquets had turned into full-fledged squirts about 30 minutes after he'd shut the door in the mexican's face. 3 immodiums and two beers later, he was better. He didn't drink that much, wanting to make sure he'd be bright eyed for the phone call to Domencia at 8:00 the morning of the 15h.

Of the four players, Sam had finished second. Vinnie, one of the long-time CARE employees like him had been the first to go. Vinnie was a bit of a pushover, and played scared. When he won, it was by a sheer miracle. He'd let himself get blinded down from 10.00 to 2.00 and had made a shove all-in with an A/8 offsuit. Murray, the cop who ran patrol for the neighborhood woke up with A/K suited, and after a king on the flop and a King on the turn, Vinnie was reduced to getting beers for the remaining three of them.

Roy, another of the old guard that ran supplies for the business, was out in third. He and Sam got into a raising war preflop. Sam was holding the ace of hearts and the Ace of clubs. Roy, when he was finally all-in, revealed two black queens. No miracles fell on the flop, and the hand left Roy crippled. He pushed in from the small blind a hand later, and Murray called. Roy had two fours and Murray had a 7/6 of diamonds. The flop fell 5/8/9. a two on the turn left roy drawing dead, and he joined Vinnie at the rail.

Murray started heads-up play with about 27.00 to Sam's 13.00. The blinds were still somewhat cheap, so it could have gone on for a little while. instead, it was over on the first hand. Sam raised preflop with a J/Q of spades. Murray called. The flop was perfect for Sam. 8/9/10, rainbow, meaning none of the cards were of matching suits. Murray made a big bet and Sam put all the chips in. Murray clld, turning over 9h/9s for a set. he looked disgusted when he saw Sam's hand. Sam was a big favorite to win but the board paired 8s on the turn and Sam was drawing dead.

Murray grinned over the Swisher sweet in his teeth and said, "You know better than to try and outdraw me, Sam." Sam just smiled and took his 10.00 back. Since there were four players, the winner left with 30.00 and the runner up at least got his cash back. Sam said, "Well, you know how it is, Murray. Some of us like to flop the best hand and put all the money in, rather than call with second best and have to catch lucky." Murray just grinned wider and slipped the three remaining tens into his wallet.

They shot the breeze while they put the chips away, and then Sam reluctantly had to call it quits for the night, to make the call to Domencia in the morning. He slept fitfully and when the alarm buzzed at 7:45, he brewed some coffee, drank it, and called Domencia's return number at 8:03. after 3 rings, a cheery voice said, "Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Domencia Anderson, Guest Relations Manager for Disneyland Resort. I am either on the phone or away from my desk. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as i can. Thanks for calling Disneyland Resorts. Come experience the magic."

Sam, after the beep, said, "Yes, this is Sam Barkley, calling back. Sorry I missed your other call. i had the phone ringer shut off. I'll be next to the phone all day, so you can reach me at 310-743-3107. Thank you."

Sam turned the ringer on loud and fixed himself some bacon and eggs. He was washing the plate when the phone rang. He looked at the clock. 8:43. Despite the fact he was expecting the call from Domencia, he still layed the odds on the call actually being from her at 75 percent. he walked to the phone and picked it up, saying, "sam Barkley." The vibrant voice on the other end said, "Mr. Barkley! Hello! It's Domencia calling you back." Sam said, "Hello. sorry i missed the call earlier. My phone gets to ringing off the hook sometimes and I have to shut it off for peace, then sometimes i forget to turn it on. It's terrible getting old."

Domencia laughed and said, "You don't sound THAT old." Sam said, "Well i try not to, but that's the way it is. I understand you'd like me to do some consulting for you?" Domencia said, "Yes, please. CARE has come highly reccomended. Apparently you did some work for Michael Eisner?" Sam said, "Not personally. But the company did." Domencia said, "Well, you made a lasting impression. Would you be able to look over some of the park for us?" Sam said, "Certainly. Would you like to have that done today?" Domencia said, "I was just about to ask you if you could. Of course, i'm sure it would take awhile. We've got some spare rooms in the resort hotel. We'll comp you one until you're finished."

Sam said, "If I hit the road in the next half-hour to hour, It shouldn't take me too long. Shall I meet you at say, 3:00?" Domencia said, "That will be perfect. I'll call ahead to security and let them know you're coming. See you at 3:00." She disconnected. Sam cleaned himself up slowly. One of the side effects of age. He needed to make sure he was presentable.

He owned two suits and one sport jacket. All of them were fairly new off-the-rack purchases from Penny’s. One suit he'd worn to Adam's wedding. It was A charcoal Gray. The second was a black double-breasted. It was the suit he'd likely be buried in. The sport jacket was a navy blue blazer. with khakis, it would suffice. He put the charcoal gray suit on to start with. he packed the other two, with some work coveralls for when the consulation would get dirty. he packed a toiletry bag, and the normal underwear and socks. He slipped on black loafers and put a pair of work boots in a separate bag.

He walked out to the company truck, slinging the items into the cab. He walked over and locked up the house. No worries about Fluffy, thankfully. The poor cat would have been at it's wit's end if it had been left for a week. He had a moment of paranoia, then went inside to make sure everything was off. Then he grabbed a couple of books and a VHS copy of "The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3". He'd picked it up at a thrift store the other day, and had been meaning to watch it. If he had any time between surveying, at night, it would give him something to do. He stepped outside, made sure the garage was locked and then tossed the books in with the bag.

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Sam had loosened his tie and had slung the jacket over his suitcase, not wanting them to get wrinkled. The park was only a little ways ahead now. He might just make it on time after all. He entered the gates and paid for the parking. What surprised him was the absolute sea of cars ahead of him. What surprised him more was the hike he was going to have to make to get to the entrance.

Sam grabbed his jacket and put it on, then cinched up his tie, looking at the knot in the mirror. He took some of the CARE electric documentation and then began the slow trek to the gates. The parking lot was full of families and screaming children. It made sense. It was June 15th after all. Kids were recently out of school and causing problems for their parents.

He supposed it was a good thing he’d not worn the company coveralls to the gates. God knows what the parents would have thought if they’d seen an electrician in full garb waiting to get in. Maybe they’d think nothing of it, or maybe they’d start worrying that Tower of terror or whatever the vomit-inducing ride was was going to blow a gasket or something.
Sam got to the entrance and waited in line.

After what seemed like an hour, he finally made it to the main gates, wishing that he hadn’t quit smoking 4 years ago. When he said what his name was and who he was there to see, one of the many guards keeping an eye on things checked to see if he was expected while another went through some of his stuff. If the guard had been any more thorough, he’d have likely found Sam’s underwear size. Thank you, Osama Bin Ladin.

Sam stood and waited. A voice from behind him said, “Mr. Barkley?” Sam turned and made eye contact with a green-eyed brunette with dark hair and a warm smile. He said, “I am.” The woman said, “I’m Lisa, Domencia’s personal assistant. She has something come up, so she wanted me to show you around a little until she gets free.” Sam said, “I’d like that. I’m sure her position, with all these people, can make her very busy very fast. I left some breadcrumbs to find my truck again.”

Lisa laughed. She said, “It does get hectic, that’s for sure. And I KNOW, you’d be amazed at the amount of vehicles lined up here. It gets totally ridiculous sometimes.” They left the guard’s quonset and walked into the park proper. Lisa siad, “Barkley…You know, there’s a band I listen to sometimes. The drummer’s name is Barkley. I thought I heard him in an interview once sayign his dad’s name was Sam. It couldn’t be…..could it?”

Sam laughed and said, “If I was Adam Barkley’s dad, would I be wearing a suit from JC Penny?” Lisa chuckled and said, “I suppose not. Still, you could be going incognito.” Sam said, “I heard the name too. I had a friend of mine Google the name Sam Barkley. Do you know there are 134 Sam Barkleys out there?” Lisa said, “Really? Sounds like a common name then.”

Sam nodded, smiling slightly at his stock answer. While Lisa seemed like a nice girl, he didn’t want to spend the tour talking about a son he hadn’t spoken to since he’d gotten married in that catholic wedding mixed with…..satanism. Nope, he was just Samuel Barkley, normal schmuck. Lisa gave a wave to a guy with a receeding hairline and then kept going. Lisa whispered, “That’s Nick. You like poker?” Sam said, “It’s alright.”

Lisa said, “Well he can bend your ear off about it. I swear he sleeps on a poker table. He’s a nice guy, but he gets a little obsessed. That and the whistling. He loved to whistle themes from obscure movies. And…he says I look like Linda Fiorentino. Do YOU think I look like Linda Fiorentino?” Sam’s memory struggled with the name. He remembered her finally. She was in “Men in Black.” He said, “Well…You wouldn’t pass as her twin sister, but there’s a bit of a resemblance.”

Lisa said, “If you say so. I’d swear he has a shrine somewhere, dedicated to her and poker. God, if she ever did a movie with a 70’s style soundtrack that dealt with poker, we’d probably never see him again.” Sam burst out laughing. They kept laughing as they made their way around the park.
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Rozalina zipped her fully packed suitcase closed and pushed it off of her bed with a thump. She layed back and sighed at the plain white ceiling.

She didn't feel like she was on a vacation. When she finished her shift, she was happy to be off work with pay for a week, but the thought of using the money she's been saving for her flight to Russia made her sick. It took her two years to come up with the nine hundred dollars that was situated in a white envelope in her jeans pocket.

She pulled the envelope out and opened the already torn seal, pulling out a collection of twenty and fifty dollar bills. She only let the money slip partially through the envelope, almost scared to even look at it. It was enough to get her gas for there and back, food, a motel room, and admission into Disney, but no promises of any spare change. But after thinking about it, she deserved a vacation.

Rozalina didn't know what she was going to find in Disney. All she heard was two of her co workers, Troy and Sarah, talk about it. Jason talked about it a little, but he didn't give any helpful hints as to what was there.

But anything was better than what she had planned, which was watching confusing American tv and reading old Russian medical books she's read hundreds of times. This could be her first enjoyable vacation.

Rozalina sild the envelope back into her pocket and sat upright with a slight grunt. She extended the handle on her suitcase and situated it on it's wheels. She walked over to the door, and grabbed her blue paramedic's bag before leaving. She tipped the suitcase over and stuffed the bag into the suitcase. She rarely left the house without it, for just in case reasons.

After manuvering the heavy bag down the normal three flights of stairs, Rozalina made it to the parking garage, where her Chevrolet Caprice was parked. It was a good little car, given that she got it for two hundred dollars from someone begging to get rid of it. It never failed her once.

Roza loaded the suitcase into the trunk of the car and climbed into the small silver car and got behind the wheel. She twisted the key in, sputtering the car to life. She put it in drive and was out of the parking lot and onto the open road.


Rozalina had a road map she picked up at a 7/11 sprawled out across her lap as she tried to determine where to go. To most it would be a simple two hour drive due south of rt. 5, but Roza had never driven this far in America. The roads were confusing, and every one of them seemed to have three names. She wished she had a little more money so she could have taken a taxi or a bus.

Roza traced with her finger where she was, and followed to where she needed to be, but kept getting lost mid way. With two years of college in her pocket, she really thought she would have the know how to read a map. But now she was lost, and needed to stop somewhere.

After driving for a few more minutes, she found a small truck stop situated on the top of a large hill. The small silver car climbed the hill to the top and parked next to a big red truck that read "Walmart" on the side. She remembered going to a Walmart once looking for clothes when she arrived in America. It had a little bit of everything, which was very tempting for her even when she was excited about the oppertunities she was so sure would be awaiting for her later on. Good thing she decided not to buy that DVD player.

She walked into the rest stop and looked to her left, seeing a giant glowing map with all of the roads situated on it. A big green marker indicated that "You Are Here", letting her gain her berings on where she was. Luckily, she didn't drift too far away from rt. 5, but she didn't know how to get back on. She walked around and found a small convenient store that sold candy, magazines, and cheap California t-shirts. She walked over to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of chilled water. When she arrived at the counter, the man punched away at the keys of his cash register, popping the gum in his mouth obnoxiously.

"That'll be $1.25." He said emotionlessly, still snapping away at his gum.

Roza cleared her throat as she reached into her pocket. "Uhm..Route five?"

The man looked up, stopping the gum chewing for a moment, "What about it."

"I need to be on Route five. How do I get?"

The man slowly resumed chewing his gum before speaking. "Um...Take the next left off 805."

Roza nodded and put exact change onto the table. "Thank you."



After another twenty minutes, Roza finally pulled into the parking lot of the 8 Ball Motel. It was nothing special, but it was a room and a bed. She checked in and was given the key to room number twelve. She entered the room and dropped her suitcase onto the floor and dropped onto the flimsy bed.

She was on finally on vacation.


"Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves." Matthew 7:15
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OOC: The following broadcast is from 16 January 2009

“Good morn’ San Diego! You’re listening to Stray Cat and this is K106.8 Jahmon Radio. I hope you all are having a nice day so far. If not, I’m about to make it better. Doesn’t everyone like to hear news about local jackasses? Because kids, I have a story for you.

At 3:45 this morning a 24-hour liquor store was robbed. Or… well there was an attempt at a robbery. 25-year-old Hugo Sanford burst into Landa’s Liquor wielding a questionable fat gun and a burlap sack. He ordered the cashier to empty the register’s contents into the bag while keeping the gun aimed squarely at the employee’s chest.

Apparently young Hugo can’t hold his load and got a bit trigger-happy. He fired the gun, hitting the clerk right in the chest plate with… a Nerf bullet. Cover blown and clearly embarrassed, Hugo ran out of the shop. Thankfully the cashier stopped laughing long enough to call the police. Hugo Sanford’s dumb ass is on in jail. The end.

Everyone feel good now? Good story, right? You can’t make this stuff up, guys. Anyway, I hear Landa’s Liquor is going to sell Nerf footballs next super bowl. Party.

Okay, gang, time to crank the tunes. I feel this one is an appropriate fit for the day. This is K106.8 Jahmon Radio. Stray Cat, out.”



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Cat paused The Clash to answer a text on his iPhone. Apparently the cats were doing great.

He went back to playing the song, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t NOT think of Hugo. It seemed every time he linked a song to a story, it stuck with him. Cat laughed. At least it was a good combo.

He crossed one ankle over his knee and sat back in his chair in Terminal 2, waiting for his flight to be called. The Area 5 concert was going to be off the hook and Cat was so excited, he didn’t know if he’d be able to sit still the whole flight.

“Flight 4856 now boarding.”

Cat got up and stretched. This was going to be fun… very fun indeed.
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Adia & David - the journey continues

David is waiting on the other side when Adia is done with passport control at Oliver Thambo International, formerly known as Johannesburg International.

"Whoa! Is this…is this an airport??"
"Yup! Welcome to an international airport!" David exclaims, spreading his arms wide open and twirling around. "Where's Mrs de Waal? Did you see her?"

"She was about three people behind me…"
"Come on, let's get moving then," David says as he starts walking in a direction. "I don't know about you but I'm kinda tired of sitting…so I suggest we do a bit of shopping, before settling down for a cup of coffee."

"Shopping….? What? We're at an airport!"
"This isn't Walvis Bay airport with one little curios shop…"
They turn a corner and Adia exclaims: "Oh my god, they even have CD shops!!"
"Yeah, there's a Lacoste store somewhere aroud here, too. They have shops we don't even have in the capital!"
Adia stops dead in her tracks, turning around and trying to take everything in.
"Impressive, huh?" David asks.
Adia just nods.
"What would you like to do?"
"Do they have…a bookstore?" she asks cautiously.
"Yup!" David puts a hand on her shoulder and points with the other behind her. "There's an Exclusive Books right over there."

"Can we…?'
"Of course. Listen, I just want to go into that shop opposite this one. I won't go anywhere else except come back here for you. Will that be alright?"

"Yeah…" she says uncertainly.
"Go! Have fun!" he says with a big grin. "Just don't buy too many books…you'll have to check it in as carry-on."
Adia starts walking to the bookstore in complete awe, while David looks after her with a smile on his face.

Adia startles when somebody taps her on the shoulder. She swings around and comes face to face with Mrs de Waal.
"Hello dear, found anything you like?"
"Uh…I dunno yet."
"They really have a great selection here."
"Yeah…"
Mrs de Waal is suddenly engrossed in a back cover of a book, and Adia takes the time to slip away. She's standing at the till looking at pretty book marks when a deep voice suddenly whispers in her ear:

"Found anything?"
She turns around and smiles when she sees David behind her.
"Yeah…they have the new Terry Pratchett book. I've been struggling to get it back home for like two months."
"Cool!"
Adia turns back to the cashier and adds a bookmark to her purchase.
"Will that be all?"
"Uh, yeah. Thanks."
"R150."
Adia hands over the money, takes her book and bookmark and stuffs it in her purse.
"Where to now, mister?" she asks with a slight smile on her face.
"I need coffee. Desperately. Come on, there's a coffee shop just outside."
Adia's smile drops, she leans in and whispers: "Mrs de Waal."
David looks around, spots her, and quietly leads Adia out of the the bookstore. When they get outside they start to walk really fast, until they're both satisfied they've gone far enough.

They stand in the middle of the shops and looks around for a coffee shop.
"There!" David points. "It's an internet café, too. That's perfect, I can check my e-mail, too."
They take a seat, and immediately a waitress is there to help them.
"Two coffees, and a doughnut for me," David says. "Would you like anything to eat?" he asks Adia.
Adia quickly scans through the menu, looks up and says: "A slice of your coffee cake, please."
The waitress disappears as quietly as she appeared.
"Did you get what you were looking for?" Adia asks.
"Yeah…I did, actually. I bought this for you," he says placing a small package on the table.
"Why…?"
"Because, after this we're flying to Heathrow and our ways will part. I know you're scared…I just don't know of what. It's just something to remind you that you are not alone - you have a friend, even if I'm not there."

Adia opens the package and takes out a simple necklace made of leather and rope, with a small ornament hanging from it.
"That's…awesome. Thank you. Friend," she adds with a smile.
"You are very welcome."
She puts it around her neck, and keeps playing with it, reminding herself that it's there.

The waitress places their coffee on the table before them, and says she'll be back in a moment with the dougnut and cake.

They drink their coffee and eat their food in silence, neither of them looking at the other.
Adia leans in and whispers: "I haven't heard their voices since we landed."
"That's great, I'm happy to hear that," David responses with a smile, even though he's still not sure what she's talking about.

He leans back in his chair, pats his stomach and says: "We made it through the first hour… Now what are we going to do with the remaining seven until we have to check in again?"
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Seeley Booth - Whats Lost Can Be Found, Right?

“Here is a prescription for a strong pain killer and I would like to book you in for a M.I.R. You should be fine; it’s more of a formality really.”

“Whoa, Doc, I don’t like the ‘should’ in that sentence!”

“Mr. Booth like I said it’s more of a formality, you will be fine, now if you’d like to make an appointment with the desk before you leave I will be seeing you then.”

“Thanks Doc, you really know how to comfort a guy.” Booth said while getting up and leaving the small Doctors room.


Back at his apartment Booth opened up the new bottle of pills he got oh his way home from the Doctors and put the bottle on a small table, he went and opened up the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of water and walked back to the bottle of pills kicking the door closed with his foot. Placing to pills into his hand he then threw them down is throat followed by s gulp of water. Booth let out a long sigh upon noticing the pile of folders about his latest case. He sat down then began to go over them again for what was probably the millionth time, every criminal left a clue, all of them and usually Booth was onto the clues like a mice on cheese, but this time everything seemed to elude him. The brain tumor was gone and the coma was over but he still had to slowly bring himself back into his normal life. Shortly after arriving back and being put on the case Booth began to question his worth, he couldn’t see the way he use, though it did clear up and slowly but surely he picked things up again, he did find things that others didn’t but his intuition was taking longer to kick in then he had hoped,

“Ok Booth, this guy is not better then you, you can and will catch him. Now what have I been missing?” Booth questioned as he flicked through some pictures.

Booth’s ring tone interrupted his thoughts,

“Yeah”

“What did the Doctor say?”

“You know Doctor’s Jo; they slapped a band-aid on my ass and sent me home with some better pills!”

“They make you feel any better?”

“I only just took them so I’ll let you know in an hour!”

“Good timing, our flight to Lafayette leaves in 2 hours, same airfield as always.”

“Can’t wait”

“I’ll see you then Booth.”

“Hey Jo…”

“Yeah Booth?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll see you then!”

Booth hung up his cell phone and went into his room, reaching under his bed he pulled out a small black suitcase and opened it up. Rummaging through his draws and put some Spongebob and Scooby-Doo socks into the suit case along with Homer Simpson and He-Man boxers. Next were some neck ties that had all kinds of festive colours and designs on them, along with a couple of suit combos, a Pac-Man and a Bat Symbol belt buckle. He also threw in a couple of normal t-shirts and jeans. Going into the bath room Booth grabbed some deodorant, aftershave, hair product, tooth brush and toothpaste and threw them in a small leather bag which was then place in the small suitcase. It would be enough to hold him over while he was in Lafayette. Making sure he had his FBI credentials and his gun was loaded with the safety off Booth grabbed the suit case and begun to make his way out of the apartment complex. Walking towards the door he scooped up the new pills and put them in his jacket pocket, locking the door he made his way down to his SVU where he threw the suit case in the back and made his way to the airfield for his helicopter ride to Lafayette.
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Adam—Advice from Tom Delonge

Adam was exhausted. He wearily pulled off his shoes and was about to stretch out on the bed in the back of the bus when he saw it. The envelope was thin, but ominous. Legal-looking. His manager must have left it there for him. Adam tentatively picked up the envelope with the tips of his fingers, as though it might bite him if he wasn’t careful. Any desire to sleep had left him and was replaced by a large, greasy ball of fear in his gut. Like a soldier about to storm into battle with bullets whizzing about him, Adam steeled himself and opened the envelope.

Yep. It was just as he thought. Adam closed his eyes and leaned back so that his head rested on the wall as he sat on the bed. No. No. No. So they had resorted to blackmail. Adam was so tired he couldn’t think straight—his mind was now buzzing but with no sort of rationality. He needed to talk to someone. Not Paul, not Mark, not his wife or his manager. Someone on the outside. As if God decided to throw him a bone, Adam’s cell rang.

Adam peered at the phone and smiled faintly despite the fear gnawing at his guts. Tom Delonge was a good friend of his ever since he and Area 5 met Blink 182 at a benefit concert several years ago. Tom was with a new band now, Angels and Airwaves. Throughout the difficult break up of Blink, Tom had relied on Adam’s sound advice to make it through. Now Tom could return the favor.

“Tom, hey man, what’s up?”

“Are you sick, man? You sound wiped,” Tom commented, concern evident in his voice. One thing people didn’t realize about Tom—he had grown up. He wasn’t all about fart and dick jokes anymore. The man was 30 now, after all.

“No, just tired.” He fingered the papers at his side. He felt that lump roil in his stomach again. “Tom….” How to begin this?

Tom waited patiently on the other end of the phone. Adam sounded bad. Whatever he had to talk about, it was a mess. He thought about making some dumb jokes, but this definitely seemed like the wrong time for that. His wife had taught him how to walk that line, God bless her. She was a keeper.

“Tom, I’m in big trouble and I really don’t know what to do.”

“Just start at the beginning, Adam. Tell me everything.”

Adam rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger of his left hand. Where was the beginning of this mess? He wished with fervor that he’d told Willow, or SOMEONE, about this a long time ago. But he hadn’t thought anything of it at the time.

“I’m being blackmailed,” he laughed nervously.

Tom was stunned. Maybe he was just lucky, but he’d never had anything like that happen to him in his 15-year music career. Of course, perhaps it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. “Blackmailed how?”

Adam sighed. He’d kept this to himself for so long, it was both a relief and a humiliation to talk about it now. “About six or seven months ago, when Area 5 was on tour in Florida, I met this girl…..”

Tom didn’t like where this was going already. He’d met Willow and loved her. Adam better not have done anything stupid to hurt her. He waited patiently, silently, for Adam to continue.

“….she was probably, I don’t know, 13 or 14? Anyway, I went out the back door of the arena to be alone for awhile and there she was, crying. She looked lost and scared.” Tom heard Adam sigh on the other end of the line. “She said she’d lost her friends and she didn’t know how she was going to get home, ya know? So…God, I know this is stupid now but at the time I just wanted to help her, ya know?”

Tom still didn’t like where this was going. “What did you do, Adam?” he asked

Adam was still chiding himself. “I should have just taken her to a pay phone or let her use my cell phone or something…” Tom could almost see Adam shaking his head at himself. “but she said she was cold and so I brought her to my hotel room to call her parents and so she could warm up. I thought, you know, a nice safe place for her parents to pick her up.”

“Oh, Jesus, Adam,” Tom said, incredulously. How could he have been that stupid?

“I know, I KNOW,” Adam said. “But she was just a kid!”

“So let me guess, she’s spreading rumors that you had sex with her?”

“It’s even worse than that, Tom.”

Tom shook his head—unbelievable. He watched his wife Sophie sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room and couldn’t imagine having to explain something like this to her. Adam was fucked, and was asking him for advice. What the hell could he say?

“Worse than THAT?”

Adam’s voice sounded on the verge of tears. “Yeah,” he paused, probably collecting himself, Tom thought. “She’s pregnant.”

Tom just about shit himself. “What?? Adam, what the fuck??”

“No, no!” Adam exclaimed. “I didn’t do anything, Jesus, Tom I told you she was just a kid! But obviously she was with SOMEONE. Her parents are doing this, not her. Her parents are blackmailing me for money—give us money or we tell the world you fucked our little girl and knocked her up!”

Tom felt sick on Adam’s behalf. “Christ, man. Just….shit.”

“Yeah. So I don’t know what to do.”

“I get it. So either you pay them something to keep them quiet, or you don’t and they spread rumors that you violated and impregnated their precious angel.”

“Yeah, and by the time the child is born and proved not to be mine, my career will be over anyway so it won’t even matter that the baby wasn’t mine.”

“How much do they want?”

Adam’s voice was hoarse. “Ten million.”

Tom was silent for a moment. Adam could NOT pay these people, he saw that immediately. “You can’t do it, man. They’ll keep coming back for more to keep their silence. And besides, paying them makes you look guilty.”

“Yeah, I know…but my career, dude. I can’t have them talking to the press telling people I committed statutory rape. And talking to my dad about it? He already thinks I’m a screw-up, what would he think if that rumor got out?”

“Don’t worry about what your dad would think, Adam,” Tom scolded. Adam and his father may not get along, but it was evident to Tom after getting to know Adam that he still cared about what his father thought of him. “I would hope that your own father would know you well enough to know that you’d never do something like that.”

“I just don’t know, Tom…”

“Does Willow know anything about this?” Tom asked, already guessing the answer was no.

“No, like I said, until the girl’s parents came crawling out of the woodwork, I didn’t think anything of the whole situation.”

“Ok, so here’s what you do, Adam,” Tom started. “You get an attorney to dig up anything and everything on that girl’s family. They’re playing dirty, you have to prepare for the worst and play their dirty game. I know it sucks because you’re not that kind of person, but Adam, you don’t have a choice. So you arm yourself with whatever information you can. And you tell them absolutely no way will you pay them. And then, you tell the press what’s happening before they have a chance to. Then they won’t have a leg to stand on.”

Adam recoiled at the idea. “Tell the press?? Are you crazy?”

Tom spoke patiently. “Think about it, Adam. If you tell people about this poor girl’s parents trying to blackmail you, they’ll be the bad guys and not you.”

Adam nodded, closing his eyes and rubbing them again. “I know you’re right, Tom. I guess I just didn’t want to believe that was the only option.”

“Your other options suck harder, Adam,” Tom pointed out. “And you have to tell Willow about this, before you do anything.”

“Thanks, man, I’m glad you called,” Adam said, then it dawned on him that Tom had called HIM. “I’m sorry, dude, you called me and I dumped my shit all over you.”

Tom laughed. “It’s ok. I only just called to ask if Willow would want to take Soph on that hiking trip in August. It’s all she talks about. I want to surprise her with the trip if Willow doesn’t mind bringing a novice.”

“I’ll ask her, dude.” Adam paused. “Hey, thanks again, really Tom.”

“Any time, man. Any time. God knows you were there for me enough times.”

“True that,” Adam smirked. “So you been abducted by aliens yet?”

Tom laughed. “Fuck you, Barkley.”
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It was his toughest trial yet. Like Batman, running through the gauntlet of super villians, this was Pauls Everest.

He sat on the couch, facing his wily rival, who was seated on the chair across from him. They had been sitting like this for afew minutes now, in a struggle that seemed to last for eternity.

Pauls eye was twitching, drying out from keeping it open for so long. But he dared not close it, for if he did, his opponent would gain the upper hand in a heartbeat.

So Paul sat, and suffered, all for the sake of victory. And victory would be his, Paul was sure of that.

Blink.

"Dammit!" Paul cursed, rubbing his eyes, as his opponent laughed at him.

"You bink! You bink!" Callie shrieked with laughter, pointing at Paul as she did so, "I win!"

Paul laughed to, "Yes, you did, but remember what I told you, kiddo, nobody likes a sore winner."

Callie gave Paul a look that suggested she'd appreciate it if he didn't shit on her parade. Paul sighed, he couldn't win, at staing contetss, or with children, "Whaddya say, munchkin, wanna go again?"

"No!" Callie said, folding her arms across her chest.

Paul sat there, looking at her, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. She made no move to do so, and after afew akward seconds, Paul spoke up, "Well, what do you wanna do?"

Callie shrugged, looking at Paul.

"Are you hungry?" Paul asked, though he knew that couldnt be it, they had just eaten breakfast a half hour ago.

"No."

"Did you wanna play Candy Land?" Paul asked. They had stocked one of the storage cabinets on the bus with several childrens games, including Candy Land and Sorry.

"No!"

"Do you have to go potty?" Paul asked, hoping to God that wasn't the case. He wasn't even sure if Callie was potty trained....

"No!"

Paul rubbed his chin, sighing. He tried to think of activities that he did when he was bored, or needed something to do. Going to a bar, a strib club, getting wasted, snorting blow, getting laid. He tried to think of something a young girl would like to do.

"Wanna throw a tea party?"

"No."

"Fuck." Paul muttered under his breath. He stood up, and walked over to the DVD rack, looking thru the movies. Maybe he' pop in The Wiggles for her, and leave her to it.

There, next to The Lion King, The Wiggles. As near as Paul could make out, The Wiggles was a group of four homosexual men from Australia, who sang stupid kids songs, and dressed up in funny costumes. Also, there was apirate.

"Ok, kiddo," Paul said, turning around, "Time for some Wiggles...."

Paul dropped the DVD case. Callie was gone. She had been sitting on the chair, and now she was gone!

"Oh, fuck!" Paul breathed, trying hard not to panic. He had to think, were did she go? The tour bug wasn't exactly a mansion on wheels, though it was a good size. There were qite a few places an intelligent girl like callie could find to hide.

Paul first thought of waking up Adam, but immediatly discounted the idea. Besides the fact that Paul wanted to prove he could handle things by himself, Adam would literally kill Paul if he found out he had misplaced Callie. No, Paul was on his own.

Ok, first things first, he hadn't heard the door to the bus open, so she was still on board. Paul quickly flipped the lock on the bus, to ensure Callie couldn't slip around behind him and leave.

"Callie?" Paul called, "were are you?" There was no answer, not that Paul was expecting one. Callie could be wily when she wanted to be.

"Callie, c'mon, this isn't funny," Paul said, keeping his voice pitched fairly low so as not to wake up Adam, "C'mon out, ok?"

Still nothing. Paul crept along the bus silently, approaching the bathroom. It was the nearest door, and Paul figured it would be the one she would try first.

He pressed his ear to the door, listening for any sound of movement. If she was in there, he didn't wanna burst in on her while she was on the toilet. Paul frowned, could she even use the toilet? That sounded like one of those things he really needed to know.

There was no sound, so Paul softly pushed open the door. His heart was beating fast, his imagination feeding him images of Callie with her head in the toilet, drowned, or having stuck a safety pin or some such into an electrical outlet.

The bathroom was empty, to his great releif, though he oughtta check the cabinets. He leaned down to check under the sink, but found nothing but a few bottles of chemical cleaner. The towel closet was likewise empty.

Paul was about to leave the bathroom and lock it behind him, when he heard a sfot, whispering noise, coming from the bathtub. Paul turned, seeing the showercurtain bulge out slighty, and saw a small, shadowy shape behind it.

Paul grinned, releif seeping through his body, "Hmm, I wonder were Callie could be." Paul said, taking on a mock contemplative tone, "Surely she's not hiding in the bathtub?"

Another soft ripple of movement, confirming his suspicions. He slowly walked toward the tub, reaching out a hand to pull back the curtain, "She wouldn't hide here-GOTCHA!"

Paul whipped back the curtain, shouting in triumph. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" He yelled, as something small, but flailing, with multiple arms launched itself at him.

He stumbled back, tripping over his own feet, crashing heavily to the floor, cracking his head painfully. The thing was on his chest, and Paul grappled with it, grabbing it by its cold, rubbery body, fighting to pull it off.....

The sound of laughter reached his ears, and Paul stopped grappling long enough to look at his opponent.

It was a rubber octopus, one of Callie's bath toys, a big, dopey purple thing with a happy smile on its face.

"Son of a bitch," Paul muttered softly, climbing akwardly to his feet. Callie stood in the tub, pointing and laughing at him. In spite of himself, Paul grinned. He had dealt with women five times this girls age, and none of them had ever given him as much trouble as she did.

Paul chuckled, "Allright, minx, I foud you, now c'mon, lets go watch the Wiggles."

"Howly, fucging, shieet!" Callie shrieked, and Pauls jaw dropped.

"Fuck me." He said, hurriedly scooping her up, "C'mon, Callie, we don't say words like that."

"Howly, fucking, shieet!"

Paul gulped, looking toward Adam's bedroom door. It was closed, and Paul hoped the guy was still sleeping, "Ok, Callie, I'll make you a deal, you stop saying that, and I'll buy you some ice cream, ok?"

"Shieet!"

"God enough," Paul said, grabbing his wallet before he left the bus, looking somewere, anywhere, for a fucking Dairy Queen.
"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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Domenica/Samuel/Roza – Surprise

Domenica quickly walked back to her office, she had lost tract of the time and poor Mr. Barkley was with Lisa, good thing Lisa knew how to cover her ass, she knew that he would be waiting in her office. She would owe her big time, playing Personal Assistant just so she could spend more time with Gareth that was a good friend. She got right outside her office and looked at her reflection in the mirror her light blue skirt suit looked perfect and the fitted jacket made her look even nicer she checked her nametag. She ran her tongue over her teeth and flipped her blond hair off her shoulders and opened the door, her heels clicking as she entered.

“Mr. Barkley, I’m Domenica Anderson.” Domenica said as she entered her voice very cheerful seeing the older man sitting in the chair waiting, “I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” Sam stood up and looked at her, clearly she was not what he expected and it showed on his face; she was blond for one, green eyes for another and white, she looked like the poster child for all American Girl. “Ms. Anderson.” He said sticking out his hand so they could shake. “Oh call me Domenica, you’re a doll you know that, a real doll.” She said her bubbly tone dripping with sweetness. Sam looked at her, taking a seat again, drugs, he thought, it had to be drugs no one was that perky.

Domenica took a seat at her desk and looked at him he was older and reminder her of her father in a way, it was the silver hair it made him look very damper she thought, “Mr. Barkley, I have to be honest with you, I have no clue when it comes to the electrics of this park, now if you want to have a banquet or a party or if you’re a VIP guest I can help you, but this.” She pointed to the electrical plans on her desk, “this makes no sense to me. I’m hoping you can help us, I know you’ve been somewhat briefed on the problems and I’ve been told that these are the plans.” Sam leaned in and looked at the plans, they were a standard electrical plan, nothing to complex but to an untrained eye, like hers, it would be confusing. “Yep, I’m can read them and I’m comfortable enough to say so.” Sam said leaning back. Domenica sat back and sighed smiling at him, “Oh thank goodness. A doll, a total doll.” She said overly animated looking at him and he frowned.

She caught the look, she needed to tone it down, she was just in such a good mood and he was making it that much better for her, how many others had been here and looked at the plans and then gave her a vacant look, but he was perfect, “Oh I’m sorry, I know…I can be a bit much but really you’ve really saved me.”

“I’ll need to check out the equipment and see what will need to be done, I’ll want to meet with the head mechanic as well.” Sam said looking at her, she made a few notes and nodded, “Of course we can set that up for you, today for sure.” She looked up at him at once almost startled, “Oh Mr. Barkley I completely forgot, please forgive me, is your room alight? You have access to our concierge lounge as well, I wanted to put you in a suite, but we have a VIP here and the other one we are giving away to a very lucky guest today. They will get to use the sweet and the lounge the length of their stay, plus other surprises, it’s really a lovely package, I love doing this for guests.” Sam smiled drugs or not he couldn’t help but smile at her, “the room is fine, nicer then I need.” Domenica grinned, “Oh come now Mr. Barkley a charming man like you, I’m sure you get comp rooms all the time or even free upgrades on the airlines.” If said by anyone other then her the words would have sounded over the top, but there was something with how she said it and her look that made it all sound sincere he couldn’t believe that someone like this really existed only at Disney we was sure.

He was about to respond when her office phone rang, “Oh excuse me.” She said picking up the phone, “This is Domenica Anderson how may I help you have a magical day?” Sam watched her answer the phone, he was captivated with her, not in a creepy way, but in a way of loss, why couldn’t his son, Adam, have met someone like her, she was sweet and friendly and from the gold cross that hung at the base of her neck Christian, she wasn’t some Berkley-tree-hugging-hippy-Birkenstock wearing-lesbo, like Willow, well not that Willow wasn’t nice, he wasn’t sure if she was or wasn’t, but the little he knew of her, he didn’t approve, witch or whatever she called herself, it wasn’t Christian. Domenica hung up the phone, “I’m sorry Mr. Barkley you know that special guest I mentioned who is going to win the stay here, well it’s getting close and I need to get my staff in place to surprise them.” Domenica smiled, “OH MY GOODNESS! I have a brilliant idea. How would you like to come? I know it isn’t what you’re here for, but you’re in a suit and you look very handsome and it really is something everyone should see, oh please.” Her voice and tone became very excited and energetic, before he knew what was happening she had whisked him away with her down the halls.

“All I have to do is watch I don’t have to talk to anyone?” Sam finally said finally grasping what was soon to come. Domenica smiled at him, “Nothing to worry about. I’m going to give you a big thing of balloons to hold, you will fit in just fine and I promise you won’t have to say a word. Just hand the family the balloons.” She said playfully as they continued to walk, her heels announcing their movements. “I noticed your cross Ms. Anderson, it’s nice.” Sam said prying just a little, he found that he was starting to like her, but really how could you not. Domenica laughed, “A gift from my God-Mother when I went through my First Communion.” Sam smiled, “You’re Catholic?” Domenica laughed as they continued on through the back ways into the park, “Yes, I try to get to Church every Sunday, but with work it doesn’t always happen.” Sam looked at her, “Married?”

Domenica stopped and looked at him spryly, “Why Mr. Barkley are you flirting with me.” She beamed as she spoke. He got very stiff and serious, “Me…No. I just have a son.” Domenica laughed, “I’m not married and I’m not seeing anyone or living with anyone. Well I might be seeing someone, but that is none of your business. How sweet of you to want to set me up with your son. I’m sure he is just as handsome and charming as you.” She tapped his nose playfully with her perfectly polished finger and he blushed. “Of course not.” Samuel said looking at her, “Oh now don’t worry Mr. Barkley it’s fine, you’re no worse then my mom and dad. I have to remind them, but I also remind them that they raised me well and I would do nothing to embarrass them or myself.” She smiled and they started walking again.

They reached the rest of the team there was maybe 5 or 6 people, “Everyone this is Mr. Barkley he is going to join us in the surprise today, the poor dear, I hijacked him from out meeting for this so we are just going to give him a big thing of Mickey Balloons and have him be there with us. Samuel looked around at the group, he saw a mix of people they all seemed very excited, but none as much as her, the enthusiasm was even getting to him, they must have giving him a hundred balloons to hold he was surprised he wasn’t floating away.

Domenica watched as Sam stood there, he was so nervous it was very cute, something about him told Domenica that this would be a good idea, like he needed to do something completely out of character for him, sure she could have left him in her office or even taken him to maintenance but sometimes people needed to be shaken out of there comfort zone to remind them that there was a whole big world out there that they were apart of, and he even seemed to be getting into it. There was a crackle over the walkie-talkie and Domenica smiled, “It’s Magic time.” She said and everyone started rushing out towards the main entrance of the park, “Stay close to me Mr. Barkley. And don’t worry I will give you a simple single.” She said looking at him, his silver hair completed by his suit, he looked perfect for this, he simply nodded he had a death grip on the balloons from what she saw, he was such a dear man.

They saw their mark, she was alone, Domenica thought this would make her visit that much nicer. As much as she loved to give these prizes away to families, sometimes it was nicer to give them to an individual because they were by themselves and had no one to enjoy the park with and if she could make it that much nicer for them so they didn’t feel alone, then it was worth it. Within seconds they where all surrounding the young dark haired woman and people where cheering and smiling, Domenica noticed the look of panic on her face and started speaking quickly, “Welcome to Disneyland, I’m Domenica Anderson Director of Guest Relations at the Grand California Hotel and we are very excited to award you with a very special gift, we are providing you with a suite at our hotel for the length of your stay along with access to our famous concierge lounge, and dinner for each night you are here as well as a few other magical surprises provided exclusively for you from my boss Mickey Mouse.” The look of shock on the woman’s face was very surprising even to the staff whom had done this several times. Her voice was almost meek, but the accent was there, “I don’t understand.” She said looking around at all the people cheering and taking pictures. Domenica looked at her and smiled, holding the award certificate out, “You’ve been randomly selected; it’s a gift and a thank you for coming to your home.” Domenica’s voice was a little calmer and the woman started to understand. “Care to tell me your name?” Domenica asked with a bright smile on her face the sun lighting up her face.

“Rozalina Fialkovskii” The dark haired young woman said still not completely understanding that she would now be staying in one of the suits at the Grand Californian Hotel all expenses paid by the Hotel, “but people call me Roza.”

Domenica smiled and gestured to Samuel, “Well congratulations Roza!” With a single movement Sam thrust the balloons at Roza and flashes went off of the three of them.
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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Adia & David – The fall

David and Adia are running down a hallway. They turn the corner, just in time to see the gate they need to go through close. They come to a stop, but the official refuses to let them through. Adia is whimpering and moaning next to him, and he just can’t find the words to calm her down.
David jerks up. Shit. What time is it? He looks at his watch in fear and anticipation.
“Oh, thank god,” he whispers.
They still have about six hours to go before check-in. He glances down at Adia sleeping on his shoulder, only to find the whimpering and moaning in his dream was real.
He starts shaking her shoulder lightly while saying her name in a soothing tone.
She jerks awake and a scream escapes her lips. She looks at him in absolute terror, before getting up and running to the nearest restroom.
He follows her, but stays outside to give her privacy, all the while whispering her name at the door, trying to get her to talk to him.
Suddenly he hears glass breaking.
“Adia! Adia! What’s happening?”
Fear is threatning to overwhelm him. He doesn’t know if she’s alone in there or not.

Oh Adia, haven’t you been paying attention when we told you you’ll end up getting everyone hurt who crosses your path? her voice asks.
Leave her! We warned her enough, now it’s time to start paying. Moa ha ha! his voice.
You know…you’re right. She who doesn’t listen must feel, she adds with a maliciousness that Adia never heard before.
Then Adia hears his voice calling out her name.
Ooooh, here he comes!! her voice says.
Fi fai fo fam! New blood this way comes! his voice exclaimes with glee.
Adia’s eyes shoot open and the first thing she sees is David’s face.
Get away from him get away from him save him save him, her own voice echoes in her head.
She jumps up and runs past him, ignoring every urge in her to turn around and ask him to hold her and keep her safe.

“I’m coming in!” David yells at whoever is in there with her, blind panic threatning to turn everything around him to black.
The first thing he sees when he throws the door open is the broken mirror pieces on the floor. The next thing he notices is the only closed the door. He runs into the empty stall next to it, climbs on top of the toilet and hoists himself up so he can look over the wall into the stall where Adia is.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
He climbs over and lands on the floor next to her. He kneels next to Adia and takes her head in his arms.
“Adia? Adia, can you you hear me?”
Blood is gushing from the long gashes on her forearms. Her own sweater is soaked, and so is the floor, and through the blood he sees the mirror shard she used to cut herself.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!” he screams. “Adia, Adia you’ve gotta wake up, I don’t know what to do,” David pleads, close to tears now.
And then her eyes slowly open. They rest on his face for a bit, as if she’s struggling to focus, and then her eyes shoot wide open.
“Get away! Get the fuck away from me!” she screams at him.
He grabs her shoulders tightly, looks into her eyes and says “No!”
“I’m not going anywhere, Adia, not without you.”
The wind taken from her sails, she relaxes under his grip.
“Then let me die. Please,” she begs with him.
“Look at me, Adia, look at me! You are not dying here today, do you understand? I’m gonna go get help and you’d better be here when I get back!”
“No,” she whispers, defeated. “Go to the pharmacy, get some bandages and some antiseptic cleaner, and bring it back here. I won’t leave…”
She adds the last bit as if it’s something she does not want to do with all the fibre in her being, and yet knows she has no choice.

As David walks out of the stall and closes the door behind him, the voices start talking to her again, belittling her, breaking her down, until there’s nothing left but a near-hollow shell.
“David…” she whispers before closing her eyes again.
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Rubén – Welcome to Des Moines


It was too dam early, it was dark when he left and it was still dark when he arrived, flying in the middle of the night blew monkey butts, but when he got the call that Delta was cancelling his flight in the morning and did he want to take the last flight of the night he decided to do it, otherwise he would be sitting around all day and have to go into the office and that would mean seeing Staci. The choice was easy to make, sleep he could catch up on, but the time spent dealing with Staci would never be recovered. The taxi pulled up to the Des Moines Downtown Marriott which was next door to the Iowa Event Center where the conference would be, which luckily for Rubén was only about 10 minutes from the airport. The driver stopped the car as Rubén pulled himself together and got out, he was still dressed in what he was wearing at the bar only hours ago. He really needed a shower and to sleep, airplanes were never comfortable enough to sleep on and the flight wasn’t long enough to get any real rest.

He paid the driver looking at the hotel, it was quiet, there were no lines and only a few staff, it looked mostly like cleaning crews in the lobby now anyway, not that he cared. He could tell that the building had been updated and remodeled it was bright and full of color which he was sure he would enjoy more after several hours of sleep. He walked up to the counter, his suitcase behind him rolling along the polished floor, did he look as bad as he felt, “Good Morning, may I help you?” The sassy voice of the woman behind the counter said, she was pretty, very pretty as a mater of fact. Rubén smiled at her not really paying that much attention to her at first, his eyes were killing him, “I’m checking in last name; Napoles” The woman typed away on her keyboard, if Rubén didn’t know he was sleep deprived at the moment he would have been sure she was thrusting out her breast just a bit more to make sure he noticed them, not like she needed any help there, her breast looked like they had their own zip code, they were huge, how could they not be scene. “Ah yes, Mr. Napoles, I show you’re here for the Catholic Charities USA Conference, I have a king size bed for you, are you alone or will your wife be joining you?” She said looking up at him with a coy smile, her name tag said ‘Orenda’. He smiled back at her, “yes I’m alone, I’m not married.” Her motions where very dramatic as she moved in closer, “Oh! What a shame” with a devilish smile she added, “I could change that for you, if you want.”

“Orenda!” A male voice said from behind her the man was another Guest Relations person, he seemed a little more subdued a little calmer more what you would expect, “Oh Pike lighten up, I was just playing, it’s not like I asked him to touch my boobs or check to see if he had a boner.” She said giving Rubén another sassy look and wink as one of her top buttons on her blouse magically opened, did she have them on a remote or something? Rubén wondered. She saw him look at her cleavage, she pushed her chest out just a bit more and moved her arms and hands down, “They’re real you know, you can touch them if you’d like…only once of course otherwise its just wrong, well unless we both like it.” Pike shot her a look then turned to Rubén with a mortified look and she started laughing fluffing her hair. “Mr. Napolse we have you on the 15th floor with a city center view, it should be lovely.” Her tone changed more polished and professional her fun now over. She pulled out a pen and pulled off the printed documents from the printer. “Mr. Napoles I’m sorry about Orenda, she can…” Rubén smiled holding up his hand, “No worries, Pike, is it, she’s fine. There is nothing wrong with a good sense of humor and at least she didn’t try to grab my butt or my crotch.” Pike looked at him and blushed, “Well if the counter wasn’t here.” Orenda said not missing a beat in her sassy tone with another wink adjusting her blouse. Rubén was sure her breast had just gotten larger.

Rubén signed the documents and retrieved his room key from her surprisingly large hands. “If you need anything please call.” Pike said with a kind smile. “Anytime.” Orenda added fluffing her hair again watching him.

“Thank you both have a good night.” Rubén said as he moved away from the counter with a smile on his face, he couldn’t help but be entertained, but part of him thought someone was going to jump out and tell him he was on Candid Camera or something. He heard heels on the highly polished marble floors behind him, “Mr. Napoles, do you need help with your bags I can arrange for bellhop?” Orenda said standing there looking at him, he was pretty sure she was checking out his butt. She definitely was a big girl, very curve and still very delicate looking “No thank you, I’m fine.” He said smiling at her.

“That you are.” Orenda said adjusting her top again as she walked off back behind the counter where Pike was watching her shaking his head. “Oh Pike lighten up, it’s the graveyard shift…we need to make it fun.” Orenda said fluffing her hair once more.

Rubén didn’t hear or see anymore of their banter as he made his way to the elevators. He walked down the hall of the hotel it really was nice, he could feel the haze of being tired coming over him, he was looking forward to getting up to his room stripping down and climbing into bed. He made a right and there was a stand with a post on it, ‘Photos provided by local artist Ezekiel “Zeke” Costa’, Rubén slowed down as he walked past them. The pictures were amazing, the colors and the contrast. Even the pictures of the people this artist truly had an eye, it made Rubén wish he had a talent like that. It was amazing that the hotel aloud his pictures to be up, most of the time they used crappy stock art, but these. Well they were amazing. He saw one inparticular it was of an older woman sitting on her front porch, there was something about the women that was very powerful and yet sad. Almost like she wasn’t fully there, but still proud and protective, the photo sent a shudder up his spine. It was in black in white and the shadows and light played incredibly. Rubén sighed the person who took these pictures clearly was talented.

As he waited for the elevator to arrive, he paled out the scenario in his mind of how the photo was taken and about the man behind the camera, he was probably older, with a beard and the woman was probably his late mother, something she agreed to do for him just to placate him. He probably wore a fedora taking himself very seriously. Maybe overweight but surrounded by people who told him how incredible he was and how talented. Rubén laughed shaking his head and entering the elevator as the doors opened.

The ride up to his room was quick and once the doors opened he moved down the hall to his room, he looked for the fire exit and counted the number of doors he passed to his room. It was a thing with him, he had to know where the emergency exits were for any building he was in, after watching movies like; The Towering Inferno, Earthquake, Terror on the 40th Floor. The idea of being stuck on an upper floor of any building for any reason was not something he wanted to experience and he tried to be as prepared as you could be for it, and knowing where the exits where and the fire alarms was all part of it.

He found his room door, slid the room key into the slot and heard the chirp. Twisting the handle and opening the door opened he pulled the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign from the inside and put it on the door and closed the door behind him parking his suitcase by the closet doors. He knew he wanted to unpack but he was too tired, so he flipped the switch on checked the room out and closed the curtains. He pulled down the comforter from the king sized bed before sitting on it to remove his shoes and socks. The bed felt great. He moved his shoes and socks out of the way and he quickly undressed throwing his spent close on top of his suitcase, normally he would change into his PJs, but he was to tried and they were in the bottom of his suitcase and he didn’t want to dig for them.

He walked over to the bathroom not bothering to flip on the lights and walked into where the toilet was using it. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands the warm water felt good and he splashed a little water on his face, just to get the smell of airplane off his face. He toweled off his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror; he eyes were blood red, not a good look after he slept they would be better and if not, that is what eye-drops where for. He debated pulling off his underwear and jumping into the shower just to rinse off completely, but he decided against it and made his way back to the bed and climbed in, he was asleep before he managed to turn off the light in the room.
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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Stu Miley - Another One Bits The Dust

After bribing the hotel clerk Stu got Leroy’s room number so Stu sat in his car watching, waiting for the opportune moment. Women would come and leave every so often; all of them bring a bottle of Champaign with them. They would come every 2 hours on the hour like clock work; the next one was due to come any minute now and there she was with bottle in hand. She was a brunette with long slender legs and easily DD breast. Stu go out of his car and ran over to her,

“Excuse me Miss?”

“What is it stud?”

“How would you like to earn an extra $100 tonight?”

“Maybe later handsome, I got a job to get to right now!”

“About that…”

“Sorry a three way will cost more then an extra $100”

“No, what I want is for you to put these 2 pills in his drink, that’s all”

“What will they do to him?”

“Nothing too bad, put him to sleep. That’s all I need you to do, then you can leave with an extra $100 dollars”

The woman took the pill’s and held her hand out for the money,

“When the jobs done!”

The woman eagerly walked over to the room and Stu ran back over to his car. He sat there waiting, waiting for a sign that the woman had done her job, and there it was not the most subtle sing of all time, a naked woman standing outside waiting but a sign nonetheless. Stu got out of his car and opened the boot he grabbed some duct tape and a shotgun and loaded it with a bean bag. He shut the boot ad ran over to the room and slipped in. Leroy was sprawled out on the bed the roofies had done there job nicely.

“Now where my $100”

Stu took out his wallet and gave the woman her $100 dollars,

“What about the cost of a job?”

Stu grabbed Leroy’s wallet and took out all the cash, easily $500 dollars left in there.

“There and if anyone asks you were never here!”

Stu grabbed the duct tape and wrapped the guys hands and feet together, Leroy started to moan and groan and become more attentive coming to earlier then Stu had hoped he would,

“Wha…What’s going on here?”

“Shit, you were meant till I got you in the trunk of my car atleast!”

“Who are you?”

“They call me Smiley, I am here representing the interest of Big Ray! You missed a meeting with him and I am now here to bring you to your next appointment with him. Good luch fucker”

Stu hitting him with the butt of his shotgun knocking him out.
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Mod Note:

The outline for Scene 2 is now complete.

All decisions have been made and are final.

The scene will be posted on Friday.




Or at least that is my intention...
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Alex Castle - Copycat

June 13, 2010

Alex sat in his chair, scratching Hermes’ ears, wondering just how he’d gotten involved in this mess. He had to admit that the income from the book being republished was nice, but by the same token, it sucked under the circumstances. He shifted in his chair and reflected on the last eighteen months of his life.

Eighteen Months Earlier; December 13, 2008

Alex was jarred from his sleep by the ringing of the doorbell. “Goddamnit...I thought I disconnected that fucking thing,” he groaned, pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt that said CASTLE CONTRACTING across the chest. He walked down the hallway, absently glancing at the clock on the microwave, it read 6:42AM. He sighed and stepped over Hermes, who was laying in the middle of the floor, eyes glowing. Alex could see the irritation in the cat’s eyes and could almost hear Hermes wonder just who the hell had the balls to come to his house at this ungodly hour. He undid the deadbolt and opened the door to see two men in suits standing on the stoop. A light snow was falling and both men looked highly uncomfortable.

“Alexander Castle?” one man said; Alex judged him as early fifties with medium length black hair that was greying at the temples. He spoke with a distinctly southern accent.

“The fuck you want, it’s not even seven o’clock in the Goddamn morning assholes,” Alex said. “And I just spent all of yesterday working for a client, if you don’t have a damn good reason for being here this fucking early, you’d better leave now.”

“Mr. Castle, where were you on the night of December 9, 2008?”

“At dinner with my agent, why?”

“Look sir, can you please let us in,” the second man spoke. He was in his early thirties with his hair shaved pretty much to his skull, he sported a neatly trimmed goatee. Like his older counterpart, he had a southern accent. “I’m freezing out here.”

“Welcome to Canada boys,” Alex said, making no effort to move out of the doorway. “What can I do for you?”

The older man sighed, “I’m Detective Glenn Malloy, this is Detective Leo Van Dyke of the Mobile, Alabama police department.”

“And?”

“We’ve been investigating a series of murders and your name came up during the course of the investigation. May we please come in?”

Alex glared at them, “I’m not under arrest am I?”

“No sir,” Glenn said. “We’re just here to ask you a couple routine questions.”

Alex relented and stepped out of their way, allowing the two men to enter. Both men hung their jackets on the coat rack and slid their boots off.

“Ya could left the boots on,” Alex said, leading them into the kitchen. “Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee,” both men said in unison. Alex nodded and started brewing a pot. He sat down and Hermes trotted into the kitchen, dropping to the floor and sitting on the heating register near the sink.

“So, what can I do for you boys,” Alex asked, stifling a yawn.

Leo was the first to speak, “well like we said, we’ve been investigating a series of homicides and during the course of our investigations, your name came up. We apologize for coming early and unannounced, but the chief is riding our asses on this one.”

Alex nodded, “but you need alibis from me or statements or some shit like that, right?”

Glenn nodded, “pretty much it.”

Alex glanced at the coffee pot, “just give me a minute or two, okay?” He stood up and placed two mugs, some cream and sugar on the table and put the coffee pot on top of a hot mat. He moved into his study and pulled a few shoe boxes off the shelf and a framed photo off his desk. He returned to the kitchen, and placed the boxes and photo on the table.

“My credit card receipts dating back one year, plus this photo is of me and my agent taken on the ninth.”

Leo looked at him, “your agent, what exactly do you do Mr. Castle?”

“Well I’m a contractor primarily,” he tapped his shirt, “and I’m sure you saw the pickup out front. But I’m also a published author. Do you mind if I ask this guy’s MO? I mean, my book was about a serial killer and I’m working on another novel. I’m morbidly curious, pardon the pun.”

Glenn chuckled dryly, “Well the investigation is ongoing so I can’t get into to many specifics, but basically he targets women, rapes them and kills them using poison. Usually common household products.”

The color drained from Alex’s face, “oh Jesus...how many victims?”

“Four so far.”

“Oh Jesus...oh Jesus fucking Christ on a surfboard. Look...I don’t need names, but I’d like initials.”

Leo raised an eyebrow, “why?”

“Just humor me, okay?” Alex said, clearly nervous.

Glenn nodded at Leo, who pulled out a notepad and pair of glasses. “Victim #1: Initials V. L. , vic #2: O. R., vic #3: L. D., and vic #4 was...”

“C. P.,” Alex finished. “Brown hair and eyes.”

“How do you know that?” Glenn asked, suspicion ebbing into his voice.

“Just give me one more minute,” Alex stood and moved to the door to the hall.

“Nope, you’re staying right here.” Glenn said.

“Look I can explain. It’s all based off my book. I’ve got some paperbacks in the study,” Alex said, trying to remain calm.

“Sorry Mr. Castle but we’re gonna have to take you in for further questioning,” Leo said, standing up and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you...” he was cut off by the splatter of vomit in the trash bin. “In a court of law.” Leo finished reading Alex his rights and led him to an sedan parked at the curb. Glenn casually picked up the morning paper and dropped it in the front seat between the driver’s and passenger’s seats.

Four Hours Later

Alex sat in a small windowless room, staring at a mirror that he knew was one-way glass. He grinned and waved like a madman at the person he knew was on the other side, just to piss them off. The door opened and Glenn walked in. “Okay, your alibis all check out sir. I’ve called the chief back in Mobile and he’s agreed to allow me to bring you into the fold.”

Glenn motioned for Alex to follow him, Alex did and was led to a small office on the second floor of the station, Leo was already there with a pot of coffee and several thick folders. “These folders contain the reports on the bodies, coroner’s reports, witness reports, the whole nine yards. You are cleared to look into these folders should you choose.”

Alex sighed, “well I might was well, I mean damn, I’ve been accused of this shit....might as well see what I’m being accused of.

Leo grinned, “that’s the spirit.” He handed Alex the first folder. Three pages in, Alex made a mad dash for the washroom, he vomited and then returned, going twice more during the first file. Finally, he moved through the others, drinking at least twelve pots of coffee in the interim. Just shy of six o’clock that evening, he finished the final folder, took a long pull from his coffee cup before looking at the other two men. Both gazed at him expectantly, but before Alex could even open his mouth, Glenn’s phone rang.

“Malloy,” he said. “What? When?” A brief pause. “Fuck...okay...yeah, I’ll tell them.” He hung up and pocked the phone. “There’s been another victim, Sarah Kline, aged..”

“33,” Alex said. “African American, black hair, brown eyes, built like a dancer, right?”

Glenn nodded, clearly freaked out by Alex’s insight into the victim...he’d only just found out and the man knew already. How? He was caught even more off guard when Alex began to chuckle, then burst out into a full on laugh, bordering on manic cackle like the Joker’s laugh in the Batman cartoons and movies Glenn’s kids watched.

“What’s so funny?” Glenn asked. “A woman just died.”

“I know,” Alex said, tears in his eyes, “and I do apologize but this is just too fucking weird man. Give me a ride to the bookstore down the road, and I’ll show ya.”

“What? A woman’s dead, we need help catching this asshole and you wanna go buy a book?” Glenn was clearly enraged.

“Just hear him out Glenn,” Leo said. Alex could see the gears turning behind the man’s eyes.

Glenn sighed and the trio left the office, driving to a bookstore just down the road. Alex lead them to the mystery section and tracked down two paperback copies of his novel. He flipped through and opened them to chapter twelve, handing a copy to each man.

“You wanna plug your book, asshole?” Glenn sputtered.

“Just read,” Alex said, smiling slightly. His smile looked weird though, as though he were faking it to keep himself from screaming or crying or descending into another laughing fit. He leaned on the shelving unit, watching the two men read. Glenn finished first.

“Jesus....he’s copying your book.”

“Yup...and he’s gone in order. We need to stop the next killing before it happens. Female, initials J. W, red hair and green eyes. Mother of two. Put the books back, I’ve got extra copies at my place.”

They left the store and climbed into the car, driving to the station to make some calls(Glenn to his superiors, Alex to his crew, a client and his next door neighbor’s son; Leo spoke with each of them, explaining the situation and warning them of legal repercussion should the story leak to the media). The phone calls done, they left the station and drove back to Alex’s house.

As Alex packed a suitcase, he sent Glenn to the study to retrieve copies of the novel, Glenn returned with sixteen copies, one for everyman on the team. Alex went next door and gave the neighbor’s kid an envelop with $120 in cash. “That’s for getting my papers, mail and shovelling my driveway, deal Tommy?”

Tommy nodded eagerly, the kid was twelve and therefore couldn’t have a job, to him a hundred and twenty bucks might as well have been a thousand.

In the car, Leo turned in his seat to look at Alex, “so Castle, ever been to Alabama?”

“Nope,” Alex said. “But I hear it’s lovely this time of year.

“It’s not bad,” Leo said. “But I’ll bet anything beats this Goddamn snow.”

Alex nodded, “that’s true.”
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Lila

Lila looked through her closet as she every once and awhile would take out a shirt and throw it to the ground. It was a ritual of Lila’s to clean out her closet at least once a week. If she was had worn a top more than twice in a month it was sent off to goodwill, the only thing she kept for more than a month was jeans.

Lila then walked from her closet and picked up the ten bags that where on her bed. She then took out each piece of clothing one at a time looking it over and then hanging it up. She stopped at a purple top she had bought from Hollister. She put it up against her body and turned to look at herself in the mirror.

“No.” Lila said as she dropped the brand new top into the goodwill pile. Lila then turned back to her closet. She was so happy that school was out and she couldn’t wait to go on vacation somewhere. Maybe she’d meet an island boy or something.

Lila’s phone began to vibrate. She sighed as she exited her closet to look at her phone that was sitting on her desk. It was Madison. She had a lot of information but she was extremely clingy. She couldn’t stand to talk to her; she really just wanted to wash all that dam makeup off her face every time she saw her.

Lila answered the phone and then ended the call. She slightly heard Madison say “hi,” but she really didn’t care. It was time to go back to her closet. Lila sighed as she picked up a dress out of a bag, maybe this one for the concert she thought.

Lila looked at herself, no. She then hung the dress in the closet. Her life was so easy here, so simple, but she knew she wanted to leave. She needed to take care of herself.


OOC: sorry took me so long. family matters. writing for the other two right now and I'll try to post for each of them at least twice before friday.
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