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| Scene Two: Before the Worst | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 10 2009, 08:51 PM (2,023 Views) | |
| LadyRahl | Sep 10 2009, 08:51 PM Post #1 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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It's been a while since the two of us talked About a week since the day you walked Knowing things would never be the same With your empty heart and mine full of pain So explain to me, how it came to this Take it back to the night we kissed It was Dublin city on a Friday night You were vodkas and coke, I was Guinness all night We were sitting with our backs against the world Saying things that we thought but never heard Who would have thought it would end up like this? Where everything we talked about is gone And the only chance we have of moving on Is try to take it back Before it all went wrong Before the worst, before we mend Before our hearts decide It's time to love again Before too late, before too long Lets try to take it back Before it all went wrong There was a time, that we'd stay up all night Best friends talking till the daylight Took the joys alongside the pain With not much to loose, but so much to gain Are hearing me? Cause I don't wanna miss, Set you a drift on memory bliss It was Grafton Street on a rainy night I was down on one knee and you where mine for life We we're thinking we would never be apart With your name tattooed across my heart Who would have thought it would end up like this? Where everything we talked about is gone And the only chance we have of moving on Is try to take it back Before it all went wrong Before the worst, before we mend Before our hearts decide It's time to love again Before too late, before too long Lets try to take it back Before it all went wrong If the clouds don't clear Then well rise above it, well rise above it Heavens gate is so near Come walk with me through Just like we use to, just like we use to Lets take it back Before it all went wrong Before the worst, before we mend Before our hearts decide It's time to love again Before too late, before too long Lets try to take it back Before it all went wrong Lyrics to: Before the Worst Preformed by: The Script ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Recorded Conversation Participants Unknown June 16, 2010 Time: 3:25 AM ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Man 1: Now what do we do? Man 2: There’s nothing more that we can do. At this point there’s no stopping it. Man 1: But Archangel, Man 2: Archangel did nothing more than buy us time. If we’re going to survive this, we must initiate Operation Hideaway immediately. Man 1: But the silos, Man 2: We can’t save everyone. The President has ordered the military into action tonight after the broadcast. Man 1: The list is complete? Man 2: It is. Top minds have compiled a list of those most vital to the existence of the continued existence of the human race. Man 1: What about the others? Man 2: The President will address that in his speak tonight from the Obsidian Bunker. Man 1: It’s going to be chaos. Man 2: I know, but there’s nothing else we can do. By the time the President makes his speech tonight, everyone on the list will be safely housed in the silos. Man 1: But people are going to die! Mr. Secretary, Man 2: Billions of people are going to die regardless of how this is handled General. You’ve done a great job disarming and dismantling. The President commends the efforts of yourself and your men. <voice becomes fainter> Send the fax now. <volume returns> My office is sending a fax over to you now. Man 1: Let me check. <phone sets down for a minute and picks back up> I’ve got it here. <pauses> These are my orders? Man 2: Correct. <voice becomes fainter> Send the next one, Carol. <volume returns> I’m sending The List to you now. Man 1: <phone sets down for over a minute> It’s here. Man 2: Find them, General. Find them all and get them safely to the silos before the Address tonight. If anyone gets in the way, Man 1: I understand Mr. Secretary. Any resistance will be met with extreme prejudice. Man 2: Do what it takes General. We’re counting on you. Man 1: I appreciate your faith sir. Woman: Mr. Secretary, we’re being moved now. Man 2: Thank you Carol…. Good luck General. I’ll contact you again when I get settled. Save them, as many as you can. We’re counting on you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Willow Barkley Los Mochis, Mexico June 16, 2010 Time: 7:30 AM Central Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Gracias,” Willow said with a smile taking her change from the cashier. “De nada,” the young man replied. “Tenga un día agradable.” (Have a nice day.) He wasn’t being polite, Willow knew that, the look on his face said that he was just doing his job and that was all, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t appreciate it. She took the paper bag from the counter, tucking it under her arm and reached down, taking Lex’s hand. “Come on baby,” she said heading out of the small store. “No,” she said pulling him closer to her as he reached for a candy bar. “Momma!” He said protesting. “I got snacks in the bag,” she said. “No candy.” She led him over to the Jeep and tossed the sack into the driver seat before fishing the rest of her loose chance out of her pocket and pulling several coins from the pile. “You wanna call Daddy?” She asked looking down at Lex. “Daddy!” He cried happily jumping up and down. “Yes! I miss Daddy!” She smiled leading him over to the payphone and pointed to a spot on the ground right beside it where she wanted him to stand. With a conversation with Daddy on the phone Lex jumped to it, practically gluing his feet into place and watching her obediently with wide eyes. Willow picked up the receiver, tucking it between her chin and shoulder and began dropping coins into the slot. The idea of speaking to Adam again, it made her heart flutter with excitement. It had seemed like ages since she’d seen him let alone talked to him. Every moment when she wasn’t with him was like an eternity. Working always kept her mind off it, at least most of the time, but now that she had decided to go back early it seemed even longer. Finally putting in enough money she heard the dial tone and she dialed the number to his cell, the one phone that he’d have on him. “This is Adam,” “Baby,” “I’m not available right now. Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.” “Shit,” she said as the phone beeped. “Voicemail baby, we’ll have to try later.” Lex’s face dropped at that knowledge but he understood, she knew that. Daddy was very busy, especially when he was on the bus. He was too young to understand the total concept of what Daddy did for a living and what a tour was. There was home time, and bus time… and bus time was always when Daddy was at his busiest. She turned her attention back to the phone. “It’s me… I’m sorry honey, I made a mistake. You were right, again… bastard. We’re leaving Mexico and heading up to Phoenix. Hopefully we’ll get there before the concert tomorrow night, but if not I have your schedule.” She looked down at Lex who was pouting. “Why don’t you say hi,” she said lowering the phone to him. “Hi Daddy! I climbeded good! I love you!” He yelled into the phone as though he needed to talk louder because Daddy was farther away. Willow took the phone back smiling and ruffled Lex’s hair. “I love you, we’ll see you soon.” She said hanging up. “You ready?” She asked and he nodded. Willow brought her son back to the car and fashioned him into his car seat before closing the door and rubbing the back of her neck. They’d climbed down the rock face before dawn that morning and started driving. They’d managed to drive almost 100 miles so far. Lex had slept almost the entire time. He’d stirred slightly when Jack had slipped him into the back of the child carrier for her to carry him down the rock and hadn’t stirred at all when she’d moved him to the car. She climbed up behind the wheel, taking out chocolate milk and opening it. Willow poured it into the spill proof sippy cup and handed it to Lex, followed by a small stack of powdered donuts. Nothing home-made, nothing non processed or from a tap. This was Mexico after all and he could have a picky stomach at the best of times. “Jesus!” She gasped as she started to pull out of the parking lot, slamming on the break as a string of military vehicles sped down the street almost hitting them. She could see men sitting in the back, holding large guns and suddenly she found herself very, very glad that they were leaving Mexico. “Let’s go see Daddy,” she said with a smile, picking the sippy cup up off the floor where Lex had dropped it at the sudden stop. “Daddy!” He cried happily, shoving the cup into his mouth and drinking, legs kicking in time to the Dr. Demento CD that was playing. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Stu – Ames – Adia – David Las Vegas, NV June 16, 2010 Time: 9:00 AM Mountain Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ David wrapped his arm around Adia’s shoulders as they rode in the cab towards the hotel. She was leaned into his side, her hands in her lap playing with the sleeve of her blouse absently. They’d arrived in Las Vegas a little over an hour ago after a long, and rather tense flight. He’d been worried that she might have a breakdown or an attack, or something on the plane, but she hadn’t. The only time she’d gotten tense was when either he or she had to go to the bathroom. They’d gotten though it though by having Adia close her eyes and count to 200. By the time she opened her eyes, they’d be back together again. Adia’s eyes looked out the window at the twinkling lights outside. It really was a beautiful city, she thought to herself. Since landing the voices in her head had been strangely quiet, but she wasn’t complaining. It was a nice change from the random chaos that was her normal existence. They were headed towards a place called The Montecarlo, or at least that’s what David had told the driver. She didn’t know if they could trust him, but she trusted David. For some reason… she had an unquestionable amount of faith in him and he seemed to center her. The cab turned left on the road into the entrance to the parking lot and pulled up to the large glass front of the building where it pulled to a stop in front of the doors. “Here we go,” said the driver climbing out of the cab and going to the trunk, pulling out their bags. “Thanks mate,” David said sliding out of the door, taking Adia’s hand and pulling her out after him. “What do I owe you?” “Twenty-six.” The cabbie said taking thirty from David. “Keep it,” he replied slipping his money back into his pocket and grabbing his suitcase with his free hand. Both of Adia’s hands clutched his other hand nervously and her eyes scanned the font of the building not in fear, but in what he could only interpret as childlike wonder. “Sorry mate,” he said as he stepped forward, bumping into a man. “No problem,” Stu said. “You need some help with those bags?” He looked at Adia and the extra bag on the curb. The girl didn’t seem to even notice the luggage that needed to be carried. She looked like a crack pot to him, but she seemed harmless enough. Of course there was no mistaking the edge of the bandages that he could see peeking out from under her sleeves. “Thanks,” David replied. “Much appreciated. You from around here?” “Yeah,” Stu replied taking the second bag and opening the oversized glass door for Adia and David to go through. “Born and bred. Don’t have to ask if you are.” Adia’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Stu, clearly suspicious of him but saying nothing. Her grip on David’s hand did tighten however. “I’m Adia,” she finally was able to say. “This is David.” “Stu Miley,” Stu said stepping in through the door after them. The woman had issues, no doubt about that. “Most people call me Smiley.” “I like that,” Adia said, finding herself a little more at ease with the man. The three of them walked up to the counter and took their place in line behind a cute brunette. The lobby was fairly empty at the moment and the line was short. There were only a few people standing there ahead of them. This was where they needed to be, David had been right. Ames turned slightly, looking at David, Adia and Stu standing there behind her and she flashed them a tired smile. Getting the money for the trip hadn’t been hard, Alex had wired it to her as soon as she’d asked him but there’d been a small change in plans. She really didn’t want to beg him for 123K though. So she’d taken the 10K that she’d borrowed from Steele for the poker game and shoved it into her account, heading to Vegas to win her money back. She knew what Alex would say, he’d start in on her again saying that she had a problem with gambling, and maybe she did…. she was starting to see a slight pattern in her life but this would be the best and fastest way to get back all of the money she owed, and then some if her luck held. “Honeymooning?” She asked. “Nah,” David replied. “Just a business trip really. Thought we’d have some us time after the conference.” He looked at Adia who blushed violently beside him. “I’m David.” “Ames,” she said shaking his hand. “You here for business too?” Stu asked looking Ames over. “Nah,” she replied. “Just looking for a bit of fun, do some gambling… the usual.” “Fun I know,” Stu said with a smile and a wink. “You need a tour guide, look me up.” Ames laughed and shook her head with a smile. “Everyone as friendly as you around here?” Stu shrugged. “Nah, there’s a lot of assholes in Vegas, but that’s pretty much standard around the globe.” “We should get rooms next to each other,” Adia suddenly said. “It just…” she frowned and looked at David. “It’s the right thing.” The four of them turned their heads as there was the sound of clomping boots. Four men in military garb carrying weapons were walking out of the building escorting a family of four. The kids looked scared, and the parents looked worried, but they were going without a huff. They watched the eight of them leave the hotel and climb into the humvee that had pulled up to the building and speed off. “Fucking weird,” Stu said. “Been seeing shit like that all morning.” “Huh,” Ames said thoughtfully and turned as the hostess called for the next person in line which was her. “Yeah hi, I need to check in.” |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 10 2009, 08:51 PM Post #2 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Nate - Booth Lafayette, IN June 16, 2010 Time: 12:00 PM Central Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Jesus,” Nate said wiping the sweat from his brow. “I didn’t think that would go so well. I mean, it wasn’t perfect but,” “I know,” Alberto replied, accelerating from the stop sign making sure not to violate any traffic laws and follow the speed limit exactly. “Except for that guard,” “Yeah well, other than that,” Nate said turning and looking at the bags in the back seat. It definitely could have gone a lot better, but only two deaths… at least it wasn’t three. If he wasn’t such a good shot it might have been. The plan had been simple really, go in at opening and hold up the place. They’d talked about it most of the night as they’d continued to drink beers working themselves up into more and more of a frenzy about it. By six in the morning they’d plotted it all out. The two of them had gone in right as the bank had opened. Immediately they’d shot out the cameras, and that had been when the guard had shot at them. Both still slightly drunk and edgy, Nate had shot the guard twice in the chest, while Albero had shot the teller a half dozen times. Grabbing the bank manager, Nate had been able to get into the vault and fill up the two duffle bags that he’d been carrying with money before returning back to the lobby just in time to see the second teller leaping for the dead guard’s gun. Nate had pulled the trigger once, hitting him in the shoulder and sending him crashing down to the ground before Alberto could shoot him dead. The man had crumpled, smacking his head on the marble floor falling unconscious. “Let’s go!” Nate had yelled grabbing Alberto’s arm and the two of them had rushed out of the bank and out to the car. Nate had thrown the bags in the back and they had sped off, driving three miles away before stopping and exchanging cars at a preset location and stripping out of thee jumpers that they’d been wearing over their street clothing. He’d tossed an open gas can into the Nova followed by a lighter. With the Nova in flames he’d gotten into the Camero with Alberto and they’d headed out of town. And now here they were, just a few more miles and they’d be out of Lafayette. They hadn’t really decided where they were going at this point, and Nate looked at Alberto out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he could trust him, wondering if Alberto was thinking the same thing. Alberto was just as guilty as he was for what had happened in the bank, there was no way around that but still… everyone made deals when cornered… His hand touched the butt of his gun absently and he turned his head, looking out the window as they pulled out of the town heading into the country and towards freedom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Booth shoved his hands into his pockets looking at the mess in the lobby of the bank. He’d gotten pulled off the case for this? He’d rather be working on the kid killer case, but this was what his bosses wanted. He supposed it had something to do with his medical issues, not knowing what was going on with it. He’d been forced to tell his superior what was going on. Any changes in his medical condition required him to do so. That’s it, he thought, God hates me. He squatted down and picked up a bullet casing, rolling it between two fingers thoughtfully. The cop standing beside him opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, not wanting to question the FBI. Booth slipped the casing into his jacket pocket and stood back up. “How much did they get?” He asked turning to the bank manager. “Almost a quarter million,” the manager said nursing a broken finger. She shook her head stepping aside as the coroner left the building releasing the scene. The pair from the morgue came through the door to start removing the bodies. “And you know who did it?” Booth asked. “Yeah,” she replied. “Nathaniel Winters and his co worker Alberto Sanchez. He’s never been a fan of the bank, never really bothered to hide his animosity and he was three months behind on his business mortgage. Alberto,” she said with a heavy sigh. “He’s always just kind of followed Nate. Nate is the one who shot Chuck when he tried to defend us, Alberto, he lost his head and killed Jennifer. Michael, Nate got him in the shoulder when he tried to go for Chuck’s gun.” Booth watch as the worker loaded Jennifer O’Tool’s body bag onto the gurney, both their faces glum. In this economy, and in this area of town… it was the kind of place where everyone knew each other. “Process the scene,” he said turning to the officer and he headed down towards the vault. They’d be leaving town, he knew that much. They hadn’t bothered to wear masks or gloves which was pretty fucking stupid if anyone were to ask him. Then again, even with masks they would have known the sound of their voices so why waste the time trying to cover themselves up? They’d shot out the cameras before they’d gotten any clear shots of them, and they both lived under the radar. From what Booth could tell neither one had family, so there was no one to ask for photos. All they would have to go off of would be police sketches. Maybe they’d get a hit off the fingerprints… Yeah and maybe this stupid tumor would go away. Booth headed into the vault to look that scene over and decided when he was done he’d check and see if there were any cameras around where the care fire had been. They might not have thought that far…. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Jason - Lila New York, NY June 16, 2010 Time: 1: 32 PM Eastern Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Military personal swarmed Wallstreet this morning,” said the announcer on television while a video of the events played “fully armed and removed a dozen or more people from the Stock Exchange alone. They were met with minor resistance which resulted in several attacks on civilians and one fatality. George de Mestral was shot and killed when he tried resist. De Mestral, best known for inventing and developing Velcro, was visiting the stock exchange from his home in Commugny, Switzerland. Surprizingly, Switzerland has had nothing to say on the death of de Mestral other than it was very tragic and they are sad that he is gone. This raises many questions as to what exactly is going on. There are reports around the world of military action,” Lila grabbed a bottle of Fiji water from the shelf, pushing her way past the half dozen stinking lumps of human excrement to the counter. God people were so disgusting, she thought, her nose curling up in disgust. “That’s $3.50,” the checkout girl said. “Do you need a bag?” “No, I’m good,” Lila said passing over the five dollar bill from her wallet and taking her change. She hated taking the subway, she really hated taking the subway but the roads were an absolute mess today. Military personal had been filing all over the city pulling people from their homes. They’d been at the Winthrope’s door before dawn, taking the entire family into the back of a truck and heading down the road four houses to the MacIntyres, doing the exact same thing there. It was weird, there was no denying that. Everyone was wondering what was going on, but no one was talking. She’d spoken to a police officer and he hadn’t had a clue what was going on either. All he said was that the police and fire departments had been instructed to cooperate in any way possible and keep the peace. If anyone knew what was going on, no one was saying a thing. Maybe she’d have to have her Dad make some phone calls tonight. “Lila?” She turned to see Jason sanding behind her with a bottle of water for himself and he tossed $3.50 onto the counter. “I never thought I’d see you in the subway. Scary stuff huh?” Lila shrugged and cracked open her water, taking a sip. Jason was one of the hotter boys in class. Even for as odd as he could be, he was still nice to look at and thus, made him bearable to be seen with. “Well there’s no way I was taking out my Porche,” she replied putting the top back on as the two of them headed towards platform nine together apparently going to the same place. “Have you seen the way people have been driving today?” “No kidding,” Jason said taking a drink from his own bottle. “You have any idea what’s going on?” She shook her head. “No, but I saw a couple of families taken away this morning. It kind of reminds me of Nazi Germany.” Lila dropped her bottle of water into her purse and the two of them came to a standstill beside the red line on the platform. It wasn’t packed at this time, the lunch crowd had passed through so now it was just the normal fare of commuters, students, teens and unemployed dole sponging dipshits and homeless people that hadn’t bathed in six years. God the smell… The two of them fell silent for a moment before it happened. “Jesus! A bomb!” Screamed a woman standing near the stairs as an older man carrying a large sign about Armageddon stumbled to the bottom of the stairs with several sticks of what looked like dynamite strapped to his chest. The tree dozen or so people that were standing on the platform all began to scream and panic, shoving each other out of the way violently as they tried to get out. “The end… the END IS COMING!” Cried the old man waving his hands in the air. “YOU’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!” Lila gasped as two large men slammed into her shoving her backwards towards the edge of the platform as the whine of the oncoming train’s breaks hit their ears. She felt a hand lock around her wrist and felt a hard jerk forward away from the edge and her head turned to see Jason pulling her back to safety. “Are you okay?” He asked. “We need to get out of here. Lila,” Whatever he was going to say next was lost as they were run into again. Lila fell forward onto her hands and knees but Jason was knocked backwards. “Lila!” He cried as he hung in the air for a moment before falling down onto the tracks with a thud. “Jason!” She cried as two cops swarmed the bomber. She turned around and reached out towards him seeing his face for a brief instant before the train hit him. Jason almost seemed to explode in a shower of red gore that splattered all over the front of the train as well as over her arm and face. She screamed, shoving herself backwards away from the mess violently, all color draining from her face. “Oh… I… Jason!!” She was barely aware of the police saying something about how the dynamite wasn’t really dynamite, something about it being strips of PVC painted red or something. With the mad man restrained, and still screaming about the end of the world, one of the officers rushed over to Lila who was still screaming. His feet slid in the spray of blood on the floor and he crashed down beside her as the train came to a stop, the conductor promptly getting off and vomiting. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Maria - Misty Chicago, IL June 16, 2010 Time: 3:02 PM Central Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “And I’ll have the turkey sandwich on rye,” Misty said handing the menu over to the waitress “and a Diet Coke with lime.” “Great, I’ll be back in a minute with your drinks,” Lola, their waitress said turning and going over to the next table where there was a small bunch of women eating together as well. “What can I get you ladies?” “That’s so messed up about Donnie,” Bridgette said looking out at the street, frowning as a police cruiser whipped by the front of the diner that they were sitting at. They two of them had agreed to meet up for a quick bite before work to talk about what had been going on today. Everything was just… odd. People taken, armed military personal in the streets… it was like they were all waiting for a giant bomb to go off or something. “You think he’s on to something?” Misty turned the water glass on the table in front of her and laughed surprised to see it coming out a little more nervously than she had thought. “I don’t know…” she sighed. “I just don’t know. I mean, he was never the most stable of people,” “I know,” Bridgette said turning her head up towards the television that was on the corner of the room. There was some story about a riot in New York, a crazy man in the subway, some teen that had died…. God the world was just falling apart. What the fuck was going on? “Do you think we should get out of town? I mean, if something happens…” “I don’t know,” Misty replied. “But I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. Chicago wouldn’t be the best place to be if the world falls apart.” With her elbow on the table she rested her chin in her hand. “It’s just…” “Surreal,” Bridgette replied. “I know.” Misty rubbed the back of her neck and turned her attention out of the window just in time to see a young man, probably no more than 15, walking across the street. For being just a kid, he really was cute. In a few more years…. Her train of thought ended as a humvee sped down the road, smacking into the kid and sending him flying up over the hood and the top of the vehicle. “JESUS!” She screamed, bolting to her feet. Marie, who had been walking down the road to meet her friends at the same restauraunt who coincidently had been the group of women sitting beside Misty and Bridgette saw what happened, noticing that the brake lights didn’t even light up. “Jésus le Christ,” she cried as another truck surged down the road, both of them were packed with a mix of military and civilians. The military personal looked serious but the civilians all looked frightened. The second vehicle barely missed the fallen teen and Marie ran out into the street making sure though to take a moment to look both ways. Her purse fell from her shoulder onto the pavement as she skidded to a halt beside the boy and she heard other people shouting, some were screaming and thankfully more than one was on the telephone to 911 calling for an ambulance. “It’ll be okay,” she said falling to her knees beside the boy. “Let me see.” The kid let out a low moan, blood bubbling from his mouth. His arms and legs were twisted in several directions all of which were highly unnatural and there was a large slit in his scalp from which she could see the bone clearly. “Is he alive?!?” Misty asked running up to Marie and the boy. “Oui,” Marie replied pulling off the cardigan that she was wearing and folding it, putting it under the boys head. “But he’s hurt very badly.” She didn’t know what else to do except try to slow down the flow of blood. Misty pulled of her blouse, ripping off the sleeve with her teeth and wrapping it around his bleeding thigh. It soaked through almost immediately. “Fuck he’s losing a lot of blood, and fast. I think the artery might be torn.” The two women fell silent as they tried to tend to the fallen boy working side by side almost in unison. By some miracle of God, the boy was still alive when the ambulance arrived fifteen minutes later, held up by the sudden surge of traffic that was the result of the confusion over the sudden military activation. The two men stood back as the medics loaded him up into the back of the ambulance and Marie leaned over, scooping her purse up off the pavement and then wiping her blood covered hands over her skirt and blouse wanting it gone. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” She asked, knowing that the answer was going to be no. The sheer amount of blood at their feet on the ground pretty much told the story. “I don’t know,” Misty replied. “Thank you,” Marie said turning to look at her as the ambulance sped off. “For helping me.” “Thank you for not turning your back,” Misty replied with a smile. “Shit,” she said bending over and picking up the bloody wallet from the ground. She opened it to see the kid’s school id. “I should get this to the hospital, they’ll need to know who he is. Contact the parents and stuff.” “I can get a taxi,” Marie said. “No, I’ve got a car.” Misty replied. “Come on, come with us,” she said as Bridgette arrived beside the two of them holding both of their purses and looking several shades of green. “I’m Misty, this is Bridgette.” “Marie,” she said “and I would love to come.” |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 10 2009, 08:52 PM Post #3 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ruben - Zeke Des Moines, IA June 16, 2010 Time: 5:14 PM Central Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ruben walked through the door into the lobby of the hotel, the conference done for the day. It hadn’t been anything overly insightful or enlightening. It had been the first of five days, nothing more than getting everyone familiar with the upcoming schedule for the week. He’d spent the day socializing with other people, laughing, making connections and representing his branch of Catholic Charities. Now he had the rest of the night to himself and he was wondering where he was going to go for dinner. He’d have to check online and see what was in the city since he wasn’t familiar with the area. He held open the door for an elderly couple who were heading out to the hotel van sitting outside. “Thank you dear,” the old woman said with a lopsided smile. Clearly she’d had a stroke at some point and her husband guided her through the doorway with a nod in his direction. Ruben was just about to let the door swing shut when he saw a dark haired young man carrying an oversized portfolio heading towards the door. He took a step back, opening the door further so that he could enter. “Thanks,” the man said with a kind smile. He staggered slightly as there was a large burst of wind, catching the portfolio he was carrying. Ruben reached out grabbing the portfolio as it started to slip from his grip. The snaps let loose and he was just able to grab the other side keeping it from falling open and the contents spilling all over the floor. He caught a quick whiff of the man’s scent as he bumped into him finding it rather pleasant. “Zeke!” The manager said quickly crossing the lobby to help them. “Andrew,” Zeke said with a smile. “Thank you so much,” he said to Ruben. “You’re a lifesaver.” “How many times have I told you to just send a currier?” Andrew said. “Mr. Napoles, thank you so much for your help.” He said taking the portfolio. “I’d like to introduce you to Zeke Costas. He’s the photographer that you’ve been appreciating. Does all of our art work.” “Ruben,” he said holding out his hand to see Zeke blushing beside him. “You’ve got an amazing eye.” Ruben wants to slap himself, how much more gay could he sound? You’ve got an amazing eye? Jesus… “Zeke,” he replied taking Ruben’s hand. “I know Andrew, but I like to bring them myself. They’re what I emailed you, developed them myself.” The manager pulled out an envelope from his pocket, handing it over to Zeke. “Well here you go then. I can’t wait to get them hung. They’re the highlight of the hotel. If you ever need a photographer, Zeke’s the one to call.” He took the portfolio and headed back to his office leaving the two men alone. “Well… thanks for the help,” Zeke said. “I really do appreciate it.” “No problem,” Ruben replied feeling more than a little nervous all of a sudden. Hell he almost felt flustered. “I’m, I just got in this morning and was looking for a place for dinner.” “Raccoon River Brewery is pretty good, they have a great Pub Salad. Jennifer likes the Raspberry Chipotle BBQ Ribs.” Zeke said “and it’s right next door.” The two men turned as several humvees sped down the street. “I saw on the news that Camp Dodge had been activated. No one seems to know what it’s about though.” “Camp Dodge?” Ruben asked. “Yeah, it’s a national guard base just outside of Des Moines,” Zeke replied. Not knowing what to say, Ruben felt silent for a moment. He’d seen the reports over lunch, the active military moving through the streets fully armed, taking people from their homes without warning, even some innocent bystanders getting shot and killed in the process. Something was going on, though he didn’t know what. The only thing he felt pretty sure of was the fact that Obama would make a speech at some point about it. Eventually there would be to many questions for the government to avoid. “You know… I hate eating alone, and” Zeke smiled. “Sure,” he said pulling open the door for Ruben. “Let’s go.” There was no denying that Ruben was hot, no, hot wasn’t the word. Uber hot? Mega hot? It hadn’t really been the wind that had knocked him over, but more Ruben himself. It had been a long time since he’d been hit like that, since his heart had skipped a beat, since the bottom of his stomach had fallen out. He wasn’t all about sex though, so his mind wasn’t immediately going to the gutter wondering what he’d be like to kiss, what he’d be like in bed, what he’d taste like… Zeke was glad that he was behind Ruben as he felt his cheeks flush at that last thought. They two of them walked the twenty feet from the hotel to the Raccoon River Brewery. Within ten minutes they were sitting down at a table in the back. “What can I get you boys?” The waitress said with a charming smile pulling out her order pad. “I’ll take whatever you have on tap,” Ruben said “and a glass of water.” “And for you sweetie?” She asked, giving them both her most killer smile, jutting out her breasts slightly at the two very hot men at her table. “Tap too?” “No,” Zeke said. “I’ll just take a cranberry juice and a water.” “Okay,” she said her tone slightly puzzled and she wrote it down. “Back in two tics.” “Not a fan of beer?” Ruben asked, more curious than anything. Zeke shrugged. “I don’t drink.” He replied unabashed. “It’s a personal choice. I don’t hold it against people when they do. It’s just not something that I do.” He smiled and reached out, turning the salt and pepper shakers on the table lining them up. He laughed suddenly, realizing how stupid it was that he had just done that but finding himself nervous. This guy… he wasn’t like other guys. There was something different about Ruben… something that he felt drawn to… and something he was terrified of mucking up. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dominica – Sam – Roza – Alex Anaheim, CA June 16, 2010 Time: 7:46 PM Pacific Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “I still do not understand,” Roza said as the waitress poured her a glass of wine. “What I have done,” “Oh you silly,” Dominica said with a laugh. “You didn’t do anything except be the luckiest guest in the park! Once a year, there’s always a guest that when they check in, win the prize of an all expense paid weekend at Disney.” Sam shook his head and laughed softly. “Roza,” he said wondering what the hell he was doing at this restaurant with Dominica and Roza. It wasn’t that he was complaining per se, free meal at the best place in Disney and the company wasn’t bad either. He still had suspicions that Dominica has some sort of Mexican in her. After all, her name was Dominica… that was too much like Dominican for his taste. “You won a contest at random, rejoice and thank God that you’ll go home with some money left in your pocket.” “Yes,” Roza said thoughtfully “you are right. I should be happy. I just have, little luck.” “You’re not the only one,” Sam said taking a pull from his beer “the only thing I have luck at is poker.” Hell he didn’t even have any luck at being a father, look how that had turned out, not only had his son turned his back on him, but he’d turned his back on God as well marrying that heathen. “So,” Dominica said looking at Roza. “Tell us about yourself.” “Nothing to say,” Roza replied. “I go to school to be doctor, but come here to find credits do not transfer and all money used for… flight.” She shrugged when Dominica gasped. “I am now paramedic in San Diego. First vacation since I come here.” “Well it’s a wonderful place to have your first vacation,” Dominica said with a bright smile. “It’s the happiest place on Earth after all. That’s still sad though, can’t you go back to school?” Roza shook her head. “To expensive and… no longer have heart for it. Cannot stomach more school.” “Right over here, Mister Castle,” the hostess said leading Alex over to the table beside the three of them. Lydia followed behind, dialing on her cell phone several times trying to get a call to go through but not getting any reception. It had been spotty at best all day and only seemed to be getting worse. She hadn’t been able to make a call since they’d landed in Anaheim this afternoon. “Thank you,” Alex said pulling out the chair for Lydia who gave him a smile as she sat down, shaking her phone as though it would get her better reception. “Can I get you something to drink?” The hostess asked with a smile. “Beer, and she’ll have what, white wine?” He asked looking at Lydia who nodded. This was their next stop on the book promotion tour. Disney had the nicest hotels in Anaheim so that’s where she had booked them to stay. Of course, if he had time to go to the park he totally would. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been here and he was sure that it had changed. He wondered if the Tiki room was still there, that place had been creepy when he’d been a kid. “No problem,” she said leaving and heading towards the bar. “Excuse me,” Dominica said leaning back in her chair. “I hate to bother you, but are you Alex Castle?” “Yeah,” he replied. “That would be me.” “I saw you were coming into town,” she said. “I’m sorry, I hate to interrupt, I just, I saw what happened on the news and,” “You mean the thing with that nutjob down south?” Sam asked. “The one that copied that crap book that they’re putting back out.” “Sam,” Dominica hissed looking at him knowing that Alex was the author of said ‘crap book’. “It’s okay,” Alex said with a laugh. “I agree, it’s crap. Thank you,” he said as the hostess brought their drinks over. “Personally I think it’s distasteful to advertise it like this again but,” he shook his head “the contract says I have to do it.” Lydia gave him a scowling look. He wondered when Ames was going to get here, she’d said that she was going to meet him in Anaheim. The windows suddenly shuddered as a strong impact of air slammed into the glass and the ground shook underneath them. A second later they heard the sound of some kind of explosion and people began to screams, running out of the restaurant. Alex was the first on his feet running outside, not in a panic but to see what was going on. Sam was right behind him, followed by Dominica and Roza and they could see the glow of fire in the distance. It wasn’t in the park, it was in the city itself and they couldn’t tell what, but something had blown up. “Oh my God,” Dominica whispered in horror. “We need to find a TV,” Sam said. “See what the hell is going on.” “There’s a bar,” Alex said pointing. “Come on!” The four of them ran for the sports bar, pushing their way past panicking people who were running out of the building thinking that it was some sort of earthquake that had hit. Tourists, all of them, Dominica thought, since they didn’t know the difference between a bomb and an earthquake. In a way she was a little glad for that because once they were in the bar, Sam was able to jump up on the counter and change the television channel over to CNN just in time to see Anderson Cooper’s face fill the screen. He opened his mouth to speak…. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Adam – Paul – Cat – Billie Phoenix, AZ June 16, 2010 Time: 8:00 PM Mountain Time ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “…s me… I’m so.. ..ney, I …. . …take. You …. right, again… …tard. We’re leav… …… … …ding up to Phoe…. ……… …… get there …… … …cert ..morrow ….. but if … I have your ….dule. Why don’t … … ..” “ Hi …dy! I climb…. ..od! . ..ve ..u!” “ . … … .ee you ..on.” Adam shook his head and hung up, slipping his phone into his pocket as there was a slam against the bedroom door. He looked over at Callie who was thankfully still laying there peacefully as she was falling asleep. He heard a roar of Paul’s laughter, he’d have to remind them to take it outside of be quiet. It was an inconvenience to have Callie with them, he knew that, but so far everyone had been pretty cool about it and Paul had managed to watch his daughter for a few hours and she’s escaped unscathed. He’d had his phone on him all day, and hadn’t gotten the message until now. It was Willow, he knew that much but he wasn’t sure what she was trying to say. The damn phone kept cutting out, but he felt that he had the gist of it. For some reason they were leaving Mexico and coming home, or at least that’s what he assumed since he hadn’t been expecting to heard from her for another few weeks. He couldn’t think of any other reason that she’d have climbed back down with Lex to use the phone. “And then,” Paul said wavering on his feet, a bottle of JD in his hand as Adam opened the door and walked outside, closing it carefully behind him, the baby monitor in his other pocket. “Then she fell down on her knees and was gonna give me a blow before she blew chunks all over herself.” Cat laughed, polishing off the last of his beer and tossing it in the recycling bin that Willow now required that be on every tour bus that they had. The bottles used to go in the trash, but not anymore. Even the Book Mobile had a recycling bin though it was usually full of soiled underwear instead of bottles. Billie opened the fridge and pulled out two more beers, cracking them both open and passing one over to Cat. “Here you go man,” he said. “I’ve heard your show, it’s so cool. You crack me up.” Cat laughed, taking the beer. “Thanks man, I just tell it like it is. That’s all there is to it my man,” he took another gulp of beer. “Man, I can’t tell you how fucking awesome it is to chill here with you.” “No worries man,” Paul said. “We love your show… funny as Hell, just wish you could stay… shit gets so tense around here sometimes. Yo Adam, what’s up dude?” “We need to keep it down a little,” Adam said taking a beer out of the fridge. “Callie,” “Yeah, yeah,” Paul said. “We know, the little angel is sleeping. Fucking cute as shit for a little fucker. What?” He asked as Adam scowled at him. “She ain’t here, she’s sleeping. I can fucking curse all I fucking want so fuck you, you fucking cock sucker.” “Cut him a break dude,” Billie said. “He’s right, she’s sleeping.” Adam nodded and let out a long breath. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. Cat, good to see you man,” he said holding out his hand and giving Cat’s a shake. “Been to long.” “That it has man. That it has.” Cat replied. “You guys need to come back on my show the next time you’re in town. Hell, I’d love to have you on for the entire broadcast. You guys are awesome!” “Next time we’re there man,” Paul said raising his bottle of booze to Cat. “You still got that cute ass assistant?” “Yeah,” Cat replied. “You tapping that yet?” Paul said with a drunken grin. He staggered slightly and fell back onto the sofa with a laugh onto Billie’s lap. Billie let out a belt of laughter and pushed Paul off onto the floor. Adam simply smiled and shook his head. “I am actually,” Cat said leaning back in his chair. “Have been for a few months now.” Adam took another pull off his bottle thinking over the phone message again, wishing that he’d gotten the entire thing. He’d tried to call her back but then remembered that she had left her cell back at the house. He had absolutely no way to get in touch with her. He’d even tried to call his dad, but reception sucked. He couldn’t get a decent connection to save his life. It was starting to really piss him off, but Adam was fairly good at keeping her temper… at least about some things. “She’s a nice girl,” Adam said. “You should marry her.” Cat snorted into his beer. “Aw man, I don’t believe in that conformist shit. I let her watch the kids when I’m gone, that speaks enough I think. Fucking little bastards, take up half the god damn bed.” He took another swig. “I don’t mind though, they’re there… that’s more than I can say about the ex.” “To ex-wives,” Paul said with another grin raising his bottle and draining the last of it. “Quiet guys,” Adam said looking at the TV in the wall. For some reason it had been on CNN and Anderson Cooper was on. “Where the remote?” He asked as Obama’s face filled the screen. “I got it,” Cat said turning up the volume. “Fuck the man,” Paul said. “I didn’t vote for the fucker! Let’s party!” “Shut up Paul,” Adam and Mark both snapped at him and in response Paul blew raspberries at them much like Callie would have if she’d been in the room. The entire room fell silent as the president opened his mouth to speak…. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Last Known Presidential Address Transcription June 16, 2010 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “My fellow Americans…. I stand here tonight before you all to bring news that causes my heart great pain. Over the past several hours there have been several reports on military movement and activation throughout the country and the time has come to address that as well as the lack of reception both on cell phones as well as satellite reception. Throughout history there have always been predictions of death and destruction of our world from as early as Nostradamus to David Koresh. There’s been much speculation as to how it will happen, but the result as always been the same and now… now I stand here before you to tell you that it has come. Two weeks ago an asteroid was spotted heading towards Earth larger than anything that we had ever seen. Seven miles is estimated to be the size of the one that hit that wiped out the dinosaurs. The one that was spotted was ten times that. Over seventy miles wide, and estimated to be 160 tons. For two decades governments around the world had been working together for this threat, among others. We have done our best to prepare for the day that might potentially come and when it did, I’m sorry to inform you that Operation Archangel failed. The asteroid is still coming for us and is estimated to strike Earth within the next twenty four hours. Operation Archangel’s mission was to place several hundred nuclear bombs on the eastern side of the asteroid to all be detonated at the same time. This was to knock the asteroid out of its current path so that it missed the Earth completely. While this was ultimately effective, it also has caused our current situation. While the main asteroid has been knocked off of its current path and will miss us completely, a section of it broke off and is coming towards us at an even faster rate than before. Seven miles is what killed the dinosaurs, and we are looking at one that is estimated to be anywhere between 5.5 to 6 miles in diameter. We are looking at anywhere from a 93% to a 95% mortality rate once the meteor strikes us with the heaviest causalities in India, Africa, the Philippines and Australia. In an effort to preserve our race, militaries around the globe including the United States, have compiled lists of those most… essential to our survival and in order to prevent riots or difficulties collecting these individuals throughout the day and taking them to what we hope to be the most secure locations in each perspective country. This decision was not come too lightly. It was come after much heartache and deliberation. Effective immediately, rescue centers have been set up along the center of the country in major cities that will be commanded by the military and local law enforcement. They have been given strict orders to protect and serve the American population by any means necessary until such time as the crisis is over and the government can return to command. The cities chosen for these centers are in the hopes that whatever comes will not be able to make it that far inland. There will be a list of cities that will be following this address that will repeat non-stop for the next 24 hours, or until such time as the asteroid disrupts our electrical field enough to prevent further communication. The asteroid is expected to hit somewhere in the Indian Ocean causing massive tidal waves, earth quakes and damage around the globe. Regardless of where it hits, massive amounts of earth and debris will be shot into the air and is predicted to land around the globe. There is nowhere, I’m afraid, that will be completely safe. All we can do…. Is hold our loved ones.... and pray. God bless America. God bless you all. May the Lord have mercy on our souls. <<<<<<<<<<END TRANSMISSION>>>>>>>>>> Rescue Centers: Ankeny, Iowa Bismark, North Dakota Denver, Colorado Jefferson City, Missouri Lincoln, Nebraska Little Rock, Arkansas Nashville, Tennessee Pierre, South Dakota Salt Lake City, Utah Topeka, Kansas Projected Point of Impact: ![]() |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 10 2009, 08:53 PM Post #4 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Mod Note: There’s scene 2… you know what’s coming… but the question is… Is that all? This is NOT the only crisis that you will be facing. I’ve done by best to group you together to be best of my ability with the exception of Lila (for that I am sorry). Work with others and decide where you’re going to head. It would be nice if you all stayed together in groups because that makes my life so much easier, but I’ll understand if you have conflicts and go your separate ways. Such is life. With that being said… DO NOT under any circumstances as me where you should go. This is YOUR choice. Not mine. I don’t think I have to tell you what will happen if you are stupid enough to ask. Good luck. Scene 3 will be anywhere from 7-10 days from now depending on posting amount and what’s going on. This is an important scene. I want to see what you all do. Thrill me. Impress me. You are now facing the end of the world. What will you do? |
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| Mr_Blonde3 | Sep 11 2009, 03:09 AM Post #5 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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They stood in the now-deserted sports bar, Barack Obama's words slowly sinking in. Sam's face remained stoic as the locations of the silos scrolled on the bottom of the screen. Anderson Cooper broke in and said some things that Sam wasn't even aware of. Wolf Blitzer was standing in the backround, looking anxious. After Cooper said what he wanted to say, it went back to Obama, again dropping the bombshell. The man looked 20 years older in a day. In the back of his mind, he felt pity. like everything else Obama had been trying to accomplish while he was in office, he'd merely been shoveling shit against the tide. From behind him, Domencia said, "Could it...And I don't believe it for a minute...but could it even POSSIBLY be a joke?" Sam looked at her, then back at Obama. He said quietly, "He's not laughing." They lapsed into silence again. Sam walked behind the bar and, though he wasn't an alcoholic by any means, he poured himself a stiff Johnnie Walker and downed it in a few gulps. The scotch burned the whole way down. They stared at him, as if trying to determine if he was going to get soused off his rear. Sam gave a depricating smile and put the bottle back, leaving the glass sitting there. Roza said, "What should we do? Head for those silos? And does comment about soilders and riots mean what i think it does?" Sam nodded. He said, "I believe Martial Law would be the best way to put it. I don't know if rioters will be shot, but I have to imagine the soldiers that have been moved and stationed wherever have orders to be aggressive if necessary. I've watched enough crappy movies on the Sci Fi Channel to guess." Sam watched the crawl and said, "Utah's the closest place. I don't know what the rest of you have going on, but I think I'll follow orders and try to get to Salt Lake City. I don't think Obama has enough in him to really let us know how bad it's going to be. But if there are tidal waves and earthquakes, California is probably the worst place to be. They've been threatening that the state is going to crack off into islands for years. And this close to the ocean...I'm not a seismologist, or a weatherman, but if I had to take a guess, i think California, if Obama is right, will cease to exist." Sam loosened his tie and took an empty seat. Alex said, "Listen. I've got someone I'm expecting, and..." Sam said, "I know. I've got family too. This is a lot to digest and I feel a little like I'm flying off the handle. I've got some stuff I'd like to get...Why don't we meet back here in, say...an hour? Then we can put our heads together and decide what we're going to do. If someone has access to a plane, that would be great, but I doubt that. So if we do go, we're going to have to drive. I've got my truck, but It's cumbersome and it's not going to get the best of gas milage. If someone has a little Prius or something, that be the best type of vehicle for us. Like I said, I'm making plans for myself here, and I think everyone should have a say, so let's get out of here for 30 minutes or so, and then meet back and decide what to do." There were nods around the bar. Sam got up and walked out the main doors to the hotel proper. He headed for the elevator, then decided against it. The stairs would be a better option, just in case there was another earth tremor. He was heading out there when he saw a familiar face in the hallway. The woman saw him and waved. Sam walked over and stood with Lisa. She was, ironically enough, standing with Nick. He was wearing a dress shirt that looked like something a 70-year old man would wear. It was open. underneath it was a black T-shirt with white lettering asking, "Who the fuck is Tre Cool?" Sam said, "Heading out?" Lisa nodded. She said, "Nick's going to take me to get my roommate and our cats. Then we're going to start heading for Salt Lake City. What are you going to do?" Sam said, "I was with Roza and Domencia. We're also talking about going towards Utah. At least I am. It seems like the best option, but I don't want to decide for everyone. I'll tell her that you're safe and that you're also en route to Utah." Lisa said, "Thank you. My poor Bebe. How am I going to get her out of the house?" Nick just shrugged. Sam thought of Lisa's words the other day. Disasters did make for strange bedfellows. Sam said, "Well, you've got a trip ahead of you. I'll let you get to it." Lisa gave him a quick hug and then turned. As they walked away, Nick said, "I love it when you wear black heels." Lisa gave him a punch in the arm and then they disappeared into the thinning mass of people swarming from the hotel. Sam jogged up the stairs to his floor and opened the door. He tossed his toiletry bag into the suitcase, along with the work boots and the CARE electric coverall. Absently, he tossed the books in. He left the tape behind. He hadn't watched it, as the room only had a DVD player. Damn technology. But that explained why it was fifty cents. He caught sight of himself in the somber black suit in the bathroom mirror and in his ming, he heard his thought "This is the suit you're going to be buried in". The irony gave him a chill and he turned away, loosening the tie. The other suits and items could be left behind. He opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and, even though he hadn't expected it to be there, found a Gideon bible. Better than nothing. He tossed it into the suitcase. His eyes fell on the hotel phone. Obama had said that the phone reception was failing, but maybe there was still enough time for one more call. Sam picked up the receiver and dug Adam's cell number from the slot deep inside his wallet. he dialed. The phone sounded funny, but it rang twice. There was a silence, what might have been talking, and a tone. Sam said, "Adam...It's your father. I'm....I'm in Annehiem. I'm sure you've seen what's going on. I don't know if you'll hear this or not, but I'm going to make my way to the silo in Utah. I don't have a cell phone, so we can't stay in touch, but that's where I'll be, if I can make it. Good luck you you, and...I love you. I'll say a prayer for you, your children, and your...Wife's safety. Be careful. i hope i'll see you soon." Sam stood there, wondering if the message had been received or not. He sighed. It was the best he could do at this juncture. He replaced the receiver and picked up his suitcase, heading back to the hall. There was an ATM at the halfway point. Sam looked at it, considering. He finally took out his wallet and dug out his debit card. It was the one concession to modern technology that he had made. He swiped the card, entered his PIN and withdrew the entire contents of his savings. He was going to do the same to checking, but the machine kindly informed him that it didn't have enough cash to process that request. Sam replaced the card and walked back to the lobby. a second ATM was located at the far wall. Dam took his card back out and cleared out checking, adding it to the cash already in his wallet. He wasn't sure if cash would have any more value than what it was printed on, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Sam looked at his watch. About 15 minutes to go. he doubted that anyone would be back right on the dot. He had a few more things he needed. He stepped out into the lobby and went in the direction of his truck. He'd moved it from the terrible location it was in when he'd forst arrived, so finding it in Yellow Goofy 3 was a simple task. He unlocked the door and set the suitcase inside as his hand reached for the glove compartment. He wondered if it was still here. A month or two ago, while killing time on a Saturday, he'd gone with Murray to the target range and had pistol shot with whatever calibre of gun he'd bought for himself. He remembered putting it in the glove box, but he didn't remember taking.... There it was. Sam slid in and shut the door. He looked at the gun in the dim light from the truck's overhead bulb. He checked the cylinder. It was fully loaded. No bullets in the glove box, but that didn't matter. It was more for insurance or show than anything. He had no plans to use it. He detested taking life. But the sad fact of life was, as a race, human beings had a tendancy to go off their rocker when there was a treat to the normal way of life. If they all went together, he'd be travelling with several attractive women with only himself and Alex as escorts. They might be picked because, based on his looks, "The old guy" would seem an easy mark. despite all the thoughts in his head swirling at once, Sam was trying to think ahead, think logically. It was the best move, based on the situation. Sam closed the cylinder and put the safety on the gun. He undid his belt and cliped the gun into his holster, then slid the bent through the openings to secure the gun to his waist. He rebuckled his belt, and put the road maps that were in his glove compartment into the suitcase. He also unclipped the first aid kit from the cab and put that in the suitcase as well. The suitcase was now almost ready yo burst. after three tries, he finally got it closed. The light in the cab had faded. Sam sat in teh darkness and said, "God...I've done my best to be your servant, and I'll continue doing whatever is your will. Whatver I'm to do, follow, plan, lead...I'll do it to the best of my abilities. I am your shepherd. Please watch over my son, and my grandchildren, and my daughter-in-law....She's not in your good graces but she's a nice girl...and whomever else that they may care about. Also watch out for the people I care about, besides them. They're few and far between, but they need your guidance as well. Lastly, watch over myself and those who may or may not travel with me on our journey. If it be your will, let us arrive safely and unharmed. Amen." Sam got out of the cab, dragging his now-heavy suitcase with him. He opened the tool box stretched across the back of the truck bed and opened it with his keys. He took a tool kit out. It was his doctor's bag. His essentials. The things he needed or used every day. he locked the box, then the truck, and hauled the suitcase and the toolbox back to the hotel. He walked into the sports bar, 37 minutes having passed. It was empty thus far. He set his bag and toolbox down. He looked at the cash register, wondering if he should empty that as well. He'd poll the others when they returned. They could leave one of their credit cards, or his company credit card, as collateral, as even though disaster seemed emminent, it wasn't here, so what he was considering would be petty theft unless there was something put in it's place. 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| Deleted User | Sep 11 2009, 08:10 AM Post #6 |
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Stu Miley, Ames Castle, David Vilijoen, Adia Matthys - Big! Fucking! Rock! Stu noticed a group of people gathering at the hotels bar and grew curious as to why so many people would be there, the best he could figure it was some private function, “Can you guys excuse me for one moment; I just really want to find out what is going on over there!” Stu walked over to the crowd and stood at the back of them, all their attentions were pointed at the TV which had become the focal point of the room. Generally the TV in a bar would be play a sport game or have some form of half naked woman and be on mute but not this time. The difference this time was that the President was on screen and the volume of the TV was on full loud enough for everyone gathered to hear. The people themselves were dead quite or spoke in hushed tones, they all looked nervous some began to leave the room, “There’s been much speculation as to how it will happen, but the result as always been the same and now… now I stand here before you to tell you that it has come.” While other began to drink more, “Two weeks ago an asteroid was spotted heading towards Earth larger than anything that we had ever seen. Seven miles is estimated to be the size of the one that hit that wiped out the dinosaurs. The one that was spotted was ten times that, over seventy miles wide, and estimated to be 160 tons.” Stu let out a long whistle “That’s a big fucking rock” Stu looked back over to the people he walked into hotel with and called them over “You guys are probably gonna wanna see this.” “What’s going on?” Ames asked with a bubbly attitude “We are looking at anywhere from a 93% to a 95% mortality rate once the meteor strikes us with the heaviest causalities in India, Africa, the Philippines and Australia.” Ames face dropped all traces of the bubbliness popped, Adia just seemed a lot more distant then she had previously been while David well Stu could just tell his stomach had dropped, chances were those three reactions were spread among everyone else in that room at that point in time they were all an Ames, Adia or David. “The asteroid is expected to hit somewhere in the Indian Ocean causing massive tidal waves, earth quakes and damage around the globe. Regardless of where it hits, massive amounts of earth and debris will be shot into the air and is predicted to land around the globe. There is nowhere, I’m afraid, that will be completely safe.” David, Adia and Ames slowly backed away from the bar as did a lot of other strangers. Stu reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of smokes, he put one in his mouth then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small gold lighter and flicked it open creating a small spark followed by a small fire which he then used to light his cigarette. This in turn caused an overtly large burly man to begin coughing, that type of cough to let you know what you are doing is wrong, Stu’s only reply to this was to exhale in his general direction “Do you mind? Did you know that second hand smoke kills?” “Haha, yeah so do big fucking asteroids!” Stu went back out to regroup with the others, he felt kinda bad for them. They clearly didn’t belong in Sin City and they had no one here, it was the end of days and they were all alone, just like he was. Stu took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled away from the group, “Hope you guys don’t mind?” Stu asked while holding up his cigarette “Not much point to clean living any more…well the little of which I did” Stu ran his hand through his hair and itched the back of his head just behind his ear, “So to recap, big fucking asteroid, earth, and fucked is it pretty much in a nut shell.” Know one said a word, not because they couldn’t or didn’t want too but because no one knew what to say. What do you say when the end of the word is on the horizon, what do you say when on top of that you are away from everyone you love and should be with in what are most likely your final hours alive? Stu flicked his cigarette onto the ground the mashed it with his foot, “You know why Arc angel or whatever it is failed? They didn’t take Bruce Willis up there, he may have sacrificed himself, but he got the job done! I’m sure he would do it do, as far as I know they finished making Die Hard and Prejudice with Zombies!” This time Stu’s comment drew the looks of Ames and David, even if they were looks of bewilderment, “Ya know Armageddon, Michael Bay, Steve Buscemi with space dementia, I LOVE YOU HARRY! No? Nothing?” Adia had now joined in with the other looking at Stu though her look was different he couldn’t quit tell if she was judging him or observing him as though he were a great enigma, either way it made him uncomfortable. “Well I don’t know about you people, but I believe we need a plan!” “We?” David enquired “Yeah, we! I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news here but 24 hours isn’t a lot of time! And I know you would rather be else where right now I fucking get that! You want to be in Australia or where ever you guys are from” Stu said point his index finger and middle finger at Adia and David he threw his spare hand to the other side of him as an indicator for Ames “And I am sure there are people you would rather be with way up north! But A there is no way in hell they are going to be allowing planes off the ground today and B people are stupid and irrational it will be carnage out there. I say the smart thing to do right now is take 5 have a breather and formulate a plan that can let us live for 72 more hours atleast! Now I have a car parked just outside there, the best idea I can come up with is we drive somewhere really high up and past sea level picking up supplies at some nana and pops supermarket on the way if they haven’t already been raided.” Stu’s mind had became a blur he was stringing things together faster then he ever had before granted it was a great plan but with a 5 to 7 percent survival rate not a lot of plans were looking good. Stu reached into the pocket he got the lighter from and pulled out a cell phone, “I doubt if you will be able to reach any one on this but feel free to try before we make a choice on what we are doing” Stu held the phone out and watched as Ames slowly reached out and grabbed it, “Oh yeah if it does work remind me to call my bookie, he owes me 5 grand!” |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 11 2009, 08:33 AM Post #7 |
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Quick Mod Note: Just FYI for you all.... The silos are CLOSED for all played characters. This is where the people on the lovely List are being kept safe. You can go there in hopes of finding shelter of course, but you cannot get in. Props to Blonde though for thinking of it.
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| bebeluv1 | Sep 11 2009, 09:25 AM Post #8 |
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Adam—Paul—Billie—Cat Only Paul seemed oblivious to the disastrous situation that they were in. He continued to laugh drunkenly and crack jokes as Billie, Cat, and Adam stared seriously at the TV, Obama’s words sinking in deeper with each passing moment. Finally, Adam shoved Paul into the bathroom and closed the door. He’d worry about the consequences later. After the broadcast was over, Cat turned off the TV with a dry click and whispered, “Hoooollyyyy shit.” Even Billie, who was generally immature and laughing, was now drawn and pale. “So what are we supposed to do? Head for one of those silos?” Adam could barely wrap his head around what was happening. All he could think about was his family, who was split up, and how they were all going to find each other before all of this shit went down. He didn’t even know if Willow would know what was going on—would she be watching any TV? He doubted it. It made his stomach sick with worry. He felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out. His dad had called. So he knew, at least. He tried listening to the message but it was broken, like Willow’s call. He did hear his father tell him that he loved him, which immediately caused a lump to grow in his throat and his eyes to mist over. It was the first time he heard those words from his father. His dad’s message said something about Utah, and Adam assumed he was talking about the silo there. So that’s where his dad was going. However….he couldn’t go without Lex and Willow. No matter what, he had to try to get to them. “The rescue centers are for the people that are important enough to save,” Cat said. “They ain’t gonna let our asses in there,” he said sourly. “The rest of us have to fend for ourselves.” Adam nodded and sighed. “Well I need to find my wife and son. I’m not doing anything until they are safe with me. She called and said something about heading to Phoenix, so we’re staying right here. Willow has our travel schedule, so if we stay here, she’ll eventually find us.” “That’s all well and good, dude, but what then?” Billie asked, looking like a scared little boy hoping for direction from his parents. Adam shrugged, a haunted look on his face. Was there a future for his children? “I don’t know, man.” |
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 11 2009, 01:59 PM Post #9 |
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Domenica/Sam – What I never thought Domenica watched the others quickly leave the bar after Sam, she picked up her blackberry and dialed, there was nothing it would be useless. She felt her hands shaking and walked over to the bar and picked up the phone and punched in 114#, it rang and was picked up she started talking at once, “Dan what are we going to do?” Dan was the General Manager of the whole resort, her boss, “Domenica what are you doing, get out of here, go home. Be with your family.” His voice said it was frantic “What about the guests, the families, the cast members?” Domenica said her voice shaking she was scarred, terrified was a better word but still they had plans for this, terrorist attacks, earthquakes, hell they had it all, there much be a plan and, her thoughts where interrupted “Listen Dom, there’s nothing we can do you can’t prepare for this. I’m heading home getting my wife and kids and getting out of here, we’re heading into the Rockies, Fucking Obama, the prick, probably he and all his cronies sipping drinks well leaving us all out here to die…fucking bastard, I never should have voted for his dumbass.” Dan voice went from upset to angry, but he was right there was nothing they could do, they had 24 hours and Sam was right California was not the place to be, not for any of them. “Dom, honey, take care.” Dan hung up the phone and Domenica looked at it dumbfounded this was it, she took a deep heavy shaky sigh and felt her blackberry buzz, she quickly picked it up, it was a text. Honey Dad I heading 2 PC, U u know where 2 go. Luv you baby. Don’t wait just go. Bro’s and sis’s going 2. c u there – mom becarful Domenica responded and punched her response stay off freeways bo gack rods. Plam Springs then N. – luv you Dom Her hands shacking making it hard to text but her mother would understand her eyes damp with tears, it was the only thing that would still work after 9/11 and the earthquakes in California most folks who lived here knew cell coverage fell apart, but texting would continue to work data would continue to travel as long as there was power and cell towers, it was the few reliable bits of communication there would be. She watched as some of the day staff went running by her not even bothering to look her way. With the back of her hand she whipped her eyes, now was not the time to cry. She looked around the room she tried to avoid the TV and then at her watch, 25 minutes. She quickly walked down the hall, walking past and getting pushed by people (staff and guests) as she made her way to the emergency stairs, she quickly got up to the sixth floor she heard a few calls as people where still making there way out, she hoped he was still in his room. She got to his suite and pounded on the door. She waited only a few seconds and then used her master key to open the room door, “Gareth…Mr. Lloyd are you still here?” She called out, the room was dark, all the drapes drawn she made her way, he probably left when he heard, she hoped he would be ok, hell she hopped they would all be ok, but the chances where slim. If he wasn’t here, she would head to her office then head to the gift shop, they had some expensive jewelry in the store, real gold and silver, she doubted money would have any value but hard assets would, she would take what should could, they could bill her, it was something she never thought she would ever do. In her office she had two trauma kits that they could take, they could fill up her car and use that, it was a Ford Escape Hybrid, it would get them almost all the way there and she knew where they could fill up with any luck on the way. God this was going to suck, it was 12 hours to SLC in good conditions no telling what they would be up against. There was no question in her mind that she was going with Samuel, he seemed calm and they would need that. She walked over to the master bedroom and saw a form lying on the bed. “Gareth?” She yelled not once but twice startling him awake, “Domenica?” He said starting to sit-up pulling the earplugs from his ears that explained a lot she thought “What is it?” She quickly moved over to him, “We have to leave, I don’t have time to explain everything right this second but we have to go now, if you trust me at all then please.” He could see the look in her eyes and he heard all the noise around him, he had taken a nap, it had been a busy few days and he wanted the rest. “Is it a fire?” He said staring to sit up, he was dressed he just needed his shoes, “Grab what you can and please lets hurry.” Domenica said seeing his suitcase and pulling it out. Gareth with Domenica’s help quickly packed as they did she filled him in on what was happening, the sound of a distant explosion only emphasized the need to move and hurry, once his bag was packed they quickly moved to the hall, it was a mess a table was over turned and there were a few bags scattered about. “Bloody hell this isn’t a joke.” Gareth said going to the elevator, “No the stairs”, she looked at her watch they have 5 minutes, please, god, let them wait. They quickly got to her office and grabbed the trauma kits and she changed out of her heels and into trainers she looked around her office and shaking her head and they moved on, “Are you sure we can trust these people?” He said as she lead him the back way to the gift shop, “Well according to the President we’re hosed, but my car will be the best bet, I jut bought it and I know it can get us to where we’re going; my family has a cabin in Park City, Utah, we ski, we’ll head there, there is no way they will let us in the silos or whatever, but Park City is an old mining town and our cabin is right near one of the old mine shafts, if we make it there…” She trailed off opening the employee entrance to the gift shop, it was a mess, “Grab anything eatable and water lots of water there are duffels over there.” She said looking at him and pointing as she went over to the jewelry case opening it with her master key and grabbing what she could and stuffing it into her pockets and then into one of the bags. “what about the cash?” Gareth said looking at her. “I’m on it. God I never thought I would be looting my on company stores.” She pulled out the money and then knelt down and opened the drop box, and pulled out the money from there, who knew. She thought. She knew how much money she was taking plus the merchandise. She grabbed a pad and pen and wrote a note, leaving her name and employee ID number and a best guess list of what she was taking and stuffed it in the night drop, if the world did survive and if she did then she would be happy to repay it or even go to jail at this point. “We need to meet the others in the bar, if they already left then we’re heading out.” She said looking at Gareth, he was calmer then she thought, but maybe that had to do with the fact that she had been calm, well she tried to be. They walked over to the bar it had been about 40 minutes, in the chair sat Sam he was watching the TV, but there was nothing knew. “Sam.” Domenica said walking over to him seeing he had a bag and a tool belt, “Did you reach your family?” She asked him, “no I left my son a message. You showed up?” he said and she nodded, “Of course I wasn’t going to leave without you. I have a hybrid Ford Escape it can get us almost all the way there, my family has a cabin in Park City, they are heading there and I think we should go there as well. What do you think?” “The TV says they won’t let anyone in the silos unless they are on some list and they are all sealed up already.” Sam said then he looked at the man standing next to her, “Who’s he?” She forced a smile, “He’s my friend Gareth, he’s coming with us. I can’t find Lisa or Sydney, they must have left.” Sam nodded, “I saw Lisa and her friend Nick…they were heading home to get the cats and heading to Utah as well.” Domenica smiled, “Thank god. Do you want to try and text your son, I got a message from my family it might work?” She handed him her blackberry outside there was another explosion and she jumped, Gareth took her hand, “It’ll be fine.” He said trying to comfort her. Edited by LadyRahl, Sep 11 2009, 02:18 PM.
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| bebeluv1 | Sep 11 2009, 03:13 PM Post #10 |
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Adam--Mark---Billie He pulled out his phone. His father had texted him, which under normal circumstances would have been hilarious, but in this one—well, Adam was just grateful. “Dad is heading with some people to a cabin in Park City,” he glanced up from his phone to talk to Cat and Billie. “So that’s where I’m going once Willow and Lex get here. You can go with me or….” He shrugged. He attempted to text his father back, hoping he'd get the message: I'll meet u there when i find will/lex...luv you dad Billie nodded. “I’m with you, man. I think we should all stick together.” Mark came back in from the front of the bus, having told the driver to hold tight until Willow arrived. “I’m with you too, man” Edited by bebeluv1, Sep 11 2009, 03:14 PM.
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 11 2009, 06:10 PM Post #11 |
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Ruben/Zeke – In a Flash One minute they had been having a nice conversation about Zeke and his photography and life in Iowa and then all hell broke loose, the announcement from the President came and they all listened seeing his face seeing how bad he looked and hearing each word. At first there was disbelief then the fear soaked in and that was where they were now; Fear. Rubén sat there in shock, this wasn’t happening there was no way that this was happening, it was a man yelling, “Ankeny, Iowa. That’s up the highway.” The thunder of chairs and people leaving was almost deafening. Voices filled in and then trailed off. Rubén looked around the room he and Zeke hadn’t moved, they didn’t run they were screaming or crying, the restaurant emptied out leaving the TV on, half eaten meals cooking food, it was as if everyone vanished in a second. He looked up at the TV, the announcer was talking about something but he heard nothing coming from it, it was just all pictures and none of this was real, it couldn’t be. This all had to be some cruel joke he was still a fucking virgin and alone for Christ sake his life was empty, wasn’t that what he hid from, wasn’t that what his friends saw, wasn’t it the one thing that he hid from, being gay was easy, shutting out your family even easier, especially when they hated you, but loving someone that was difficult, that was hard and that was what he hid from, never letting anyone close to him, a comfortable distance and in 24 hours it would be all over. His mind flashed to a million what ifs, none of them going to happen, he was just a shell of a man nothing more, “Are you alright?” Zeke said looking at him, seeing the almost vacant look on Rubén’s face. Rubén took another pull from his beer everything was spinning and he sat there 24 hours and it was over, “Do you think I can get a flight to California?” Rubén asked his voice void of emotion. There was the sound of crushing metal outside and in the distance there were gunshots. Zeke looked out the window of the restaurant seeing the mayhem cars driving and people running and pushing past each other. “I really don’t think that will happen Rubén. The TV said they are grounding all flights.” Rubén looked at Zeke nodding was he really seeing him, “I didn’t think so.” Rubén looked around the now empty restaurant and sighed, the air left his lungs in a quiver, “I guess that means getting home isn’t going to happen either.” Zeke wasn’t sure what was going on in Rubén’s mind, but his eyes were glassy, should he leave him here, go home, call his parents, check on his friends help the people he could; Zeke was sure there would be a lot of people who needed help and he was willing to do what he could. He looked at Rubén just sitting there as if nothing had happened, he handed moved, he couldn’t just leave him here, he wasn’t moving, just sitting. Rubén pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts list stopping on one and hitting the send button, “We’re …ry al. cir…ts are bus..” The calm female voice said as he hit ‘end’ on his phone, he didn’t even think to send a text message Rubén slipped the cell phone back into his shirt pocket, he looked at Zeke, “You probably have family or friends, you really should go.” Rubén smiled at him, he was, well he was beautiful, not just his looks but his soul, anyone would could take those photos with such care and feeling had a soul that was deep and old, and it should through in him, it was the light in his eyes even now, that managed to keep Rubén from, from what…there wasn’t anything just a shell, it all happened in flash complete clarity; he was just a shell. “What about you?” Zeke said a little worried, Rubén took a pull from his beer again and looked at him, finally Zeke saw the fear in his eyes, “I guess I’ll go back to my room, try my sister in California again, she has two little boys, who I’ve never met. I guess their not so little anymore the eldest one is 11 or is he 10.” Rubén thought for a second and let out a little laugh, it was haunting, then he continued, “maybe I’ll try my friends in Salt Lake City but mostly I guess I will just sit and wait, I bet I could get a couple DVDs I’ve never seen watch them.” He said his voice shaky and his eyes filled with fear. “Alone?!” Zeke said as there was another large noise or explosion outside, what was happening out there was no less important then what was happening right here right now. Rubén took another pull from his beer finishing it off, “Well, I’m alone. Remember I’m here on business, I don’t even have a rental car, I’m sorta stuck. Plus really what else can I do?” Zeke shook his head, “You’re coming with me. I’m not letting you sit and wait for…for any of this by yourself. I just…you can’t’ be alone.” Rubén looked at him, “It’s fine really, I’m comfortable being alone. I’ve been alone my whole life…” he trailed off not even sure what else to say, he was going to die alone and in a hotel room, his family he hadn’t spoken too in at least 8 years, his friends were back home there was no where else to go or nothing else to be done, the President made that abundantly clear, he supposed he could find a close Catholic Church and go there; maybe tomorrow, he was sure there would be a mass, people focused on their faith at times like these, why be any different then them. You can still be alone and be surrounded by people. Rubén looked at his dessert plate in front of him his half eaten chocolate cake now all but forgotten, he knew Zeke was talking but he wasn’t really listening. Rubén thought of his high school graduation his father didn’t show up, but his mother was there she smiled at him and told him how proud she was of him he knew she was lying she couldn’t even look him in the face, he respected his father at least; he hated him to his face and didn’t bother to pretend. His sisters always tried to make piece. He thought of his sisters they were another world away and he would never see them again, they had at least tried, his sisters, they called him now and again checking in on him filling him in on their graduations, wedding, births, his parents. He hopped they would be alright, maybe some of them would survive, heck maybe even he would survive. Maybe he would get the chance to see them again, apologies for hurting them and destroying their family. He thought of the day that Ruby showed up at his house in Bountiful, “We love you Rubén, you’re our brother and we love you no matter what. Mom and Dad are wrong and we want you in our lives.” She told him that, he invited her in and they talked for hours, she had flown all the way to find him and to talk to him, she reached out to him and how did he repay it, they talked, he called her a few times and then he got busy as did she and now it had been 8 years and the world was ending and really all he wanted to do was to see them all again hug them and be with his family, none of them were perfect but they were his and he wanted to be with them and he couldn’t. “Rubén! You’re coming with me! Let’s go to your hotel room, get what you need and I’ll take you to my house.” Rubén looked at him the words soaking in and finally pulling him out of his memories and his thoughts a stock answer fell from his lips, “I don’t want to be a bother.” There was a very loud popping sound outside and then some glass shattering, it was the big picture window in the front of the restaurant. Rubén snapped out of his haze as he and Zeke hit the floor, “Jesus, this is really happening.” Rubén said as he looked over at Zeke who was nodding. “I don’t think they would be joking about it. We really should leave?” Rubén nodded and started to stand up careful incase there was more gun fire, Zeke followed suit. Rubén looked around the restaurant, “I thought Iowa liked gays, I didn’t know we could cause all this.” He looked at Zeke and smiled, for a moment Zeke was confused then he saw Rubén chuckle and he joined in, it was a brief moment, but a needed one, it helped Rubén more then anything, the one moment pulled him back, he wanted to survive this, somehow he wanted to survive and with gods help he would and if he did and if he ever saw his family he would forgive them regardless of if they forgave him, his grudge was too long held, they were his family and he loved them. He said a prayer to himself for his family; mother, father and sisters, he asked god to keep them safe and that if he needed to call them home to call them quick and without pain. They got to the hotel and the door almost burst off it’s hinges as several people came running out. Rubén and Zeke waited for them to clear out, it was a mix of staff and guests once the coast was clear and they walked in. “Dear God.” Rubén said as they walked in, in a flash it had all falling apart chairs and tables were knocked over, it was a mess, there was no one behind the guest relations counter. Rubén looked at Zeke and they both around there wasn’t anyone around that they could see, “I think we should take the stairs, you’re on 15 right?” Zeke asked as Rubén nodded. They made their way over as one of the elevators opened and people in a rush pushed each other to get out of the building who knew where they were heading, “All these people.” Zeke said his voice gentle Rubén saw the worry for each of them in his eyes and heard it in his voice, he might be numb but he wasn’t acting like that, “Hey you ok?” Rubén said touching Zeke’s shoulder. Zeke looked at him, “We should hurry.” Rubén nodded and they started up the 15 flights of stairs. The hall didn’t look much different there were a few open guest rooms but nothing that screamed end of the world, they got to his door and Rubén pulled out his card key and opened the door, he held it open for Zeke and then followed him into the room, Rubén pulled out his suitcase, opened the closet door and started throwing everything into his bag, Zeke was in the bathroom putting things in Rubén’s dock-kit he didn’t even bother to ask they were in a hurry and the 24 hour clock was ticking, “How are we going to get to Ankeny? For that matter were is it?” Zeke peaked around the corner seeing him tossing things into his suitcase with a frown, “it’s just north but we won’t take the freeway I know the back streets we’ll use them. What wrong?” Rubén looked up at him he hated tossing his close into the suitcase, yes he was fussy, even now it was bothering him, “I know I’m suppose to hurry but I…I wish I could pack things better right now.” Zeke smiled at him gently, “Don’t worry I have an ironing board.” Rubén laughed, “Ridiculous I know, considering everything.” Zeke didn’t respond and they finished packing Rubén’s items, within minutes they were back out the door and heading down to the lobby again, it was a little harder this time considering they were carrying a suitcase and a laptop bag. Once in the lobby the scene looking more and more like something out of some Sci-Fi movie it was so unreal. Rubén inhaled. “Alright, lead the way.” Zeke nodded and they headed out. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 11 2009, 09:57 PM Post #12 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Willow/Lex - Off Road “What the Hell?” Willow muttered under her breath as cars began to whip past them. She’d been driving all day listening to The Wiggles compleately unaware that anything was wrong until their last stop an hour ago to get gas. With the car running on empty she hadn’t had a choice and she’d stepped out of the car rubbing the back of her neck, stiff from driving all day. It was a full service station which suited her find because she could take Lex while they filled up her tank. She’d taken her son to the bathroom and come back to find the tank still empty, the door to the building waiving open in the wind. Willow had investigated and found nothing, no signs of a struggle, no hint of violence… it was just… empty. Thinking that it was definitely odd, especially considering that they’d just crossed the border about a half hour ago and were back in the States, she filled her own tank and left a $50 on the counter. When she’d gone to get herself change she’d found the til empty so she’d compensated herself with a few bottles of soda, one of chocolate milk, some water and a few bags of food. After a moment, afraid that her math was off, she tossed about $20 down figuring what the hell and climbed back into the jeep to find Lex sleeping peacefully. She’d gone back inside to the freezer and grabbed a bag of ice, tossing it into the small cooler along with the drinks to keep them cold and headed back off, The Wiggles still playing softly on the radio. Adam would have turned it off, The Wiggles got on his nerves after a while but she didn’t mind it. It reminded her that her child was in the car with her and helped keep her wits sharp. Now here they were finally getting somewhere. They were just outside Casa Grande, almost there she thought and she slammed on the breaks sharply turning to the right to avoid the car in the middle of the road. Her bumper missed the other cars by inches and Lex woke up screaming, the sudden jolt scaring him half to death. Her foot moved with years of practice from the break to the gas to the break again, maneuvering the wheel to keep the Jeep from flipping over into the ditch and it skidded to a hault beside the biggest car accident that Willow had ever seen. All she could really do was sit there and stare at the line of cars before her. Some had overturned, some had burst into flames, there was broken glass and twisted metal everywhere. With one hand she reached over, touching Lex’s head as she made soothing noises for him, her eyes looking over the wreckage in front of her. It seemed to stretch on for miles. What the Hell had happened? Though she wanted to get out and look through the wreckage for survivors, Willow had learned long ago that in times like this, is was best to trust her gut. Stopping was definitely not the best choice here. Taking a deep breath she slowly lowered her foot down on the accelerator and the Jeep slowly rolled forward. “It’s okay baby,” she said softly. “You go back to sleep. Mommy didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry baby. Here, let’s put in a new CD.” Keeping her eye on the road she reached up with expert practice pulling out a new CD from the case on the vissor. Willow pulled out The Wiggles and replaced it with the new one in less than two seconds. There was some sort of news annoucement or something but she didn’t worry about it. She’d watch the news when they got to Phoenix. Barney filled the car and Lex hiccupped, picking up his sippy cup of water and nursing it, his face still wet with tears. Within a few minutes though his little legs were moving in time with the music. Willow sighed, Adam had said that he would get rid of this disc. The Wiggles were one thing but Barney? She could see Lex out of the corner of her eyes still hiccupping occasionally but drinking happily, little legs bouncing in time with the CD as his eyes slowly started to drift shut. She shook her head and continued to drive, turning the wheel farther to the right and taking the Jeep down into the embankment. There was no telling what there was going to be ahead of them, if there would be dead bodies over the road, dismembered parts… and though it was dark, it was a clear night and the moon was full. She really didn’t want Lex seeing what could potentially be out there. “Mom?” He asked, his eyes opening wide again, nervous now at the bumps and jolts. “Here baby,” she said putting the car in park and replacing the water with some 2% milk. “Drink this,” she said screwing the top back on and handing it back to him and then grabbing his blankie and Rufus from the backseat, tucking it into the car seat with him. “Try to get some sleep, we’re going to be going off road for a while so it’ll be bumpy.” She rubbed the back of his head lovingly. “Just like Mehico?” He asked yawning, already getting sleepy again. They’d driven off road for hours to get to the climb site so this wasn’t anything new. She didn’t blame him for being shaken. She was shaken herself, and he was just a little kid. “Just like Mexico,” she said smiling at his attempt at the Spanish pronunciation. Willow pressed her foot a little harder on the excellerator, edging the Jeep up to around 20. She really didn’t want to go to fast and end up hitting something, or someone… this was scary enough without that. She wasn’t sure how long the mess was up on the road but she figured she’d drive about five miles and then cut up again to check it out. What sucked about it, other than the people in the cars on the road dead and/or dying was the fact that they were almost there. Another hour at their previous speed and they would have been there in another hour, maybe a little more. This though… why did something tell her that this was going to get a lot better before it got worse? She looked at the radio really wanting to turn off Barney and listen to the news, see what was going on, if there was anything about the car accident they were passing but Lex was still awake. Drowsy, but awake and while he was still a child and didn’t understand a lot of things that went on around him, he understood enough. Maybe when he fell asleep again. Willow turned the headlights on bright to see better and watched the odometer tic by unable to deny that feeling in her gut that something was very, very wrong. All she wanted to do was get to Adam and Callie. She wanted her family back together. Adam always made things better. Willow took a breath and lightened her foot on the accelerator when she noticed that they were now going 35. That was too fast for these conditions. No, she told herself, patience… be patient. With great reluctance she watched the needle drop back down to 25 as the Counting Song came on glad that Adam had spent the extra money to upgrade the CD player so that it wouldn’t skip. For once… Barney actually made things feel more… normal. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 11 2009, 11:06 PM Post #13 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Zeke/Ruben - Matchbox Car “My car is parked out on the street,” Zeke said pulling his keys out of his pocket. “I’ve got a thing about parking ramps. Right now,” he said heading down the stairs carrying one of Ruben’s bags “that’s probably a good thing. The sooner we can get out of Des Moines,” “Where do you live?” Ruben asked following him down the stairs, the two men moving as quickly as they could with the luggage. “Ankeny,” Zeke replied with a small laugh. “Nice little town. Good families, nice people,” he pushed open the emergency door leading out to the street, the alarm blaring and he held it open for Ruben, staggering as someone slammed into him on the street. “Thanks,” he said as Ruben grabbed his arm catching him. “This way,” he said. What he wanted to do was pitch the luggage and forget it, just get in the car and go. Somehow though, it just didn’t seem right. It was the end of the world, and Ruben was far from home. He’d want familiar things around him and even if it just was clothing, it was something. For the next 24 hours he was determined to make Ruben as home in his home as he could. He led him around the corner onto Walnut and crossed 12th avenue. “It’s right there,” he said pressing the fob and the tail light lighting up as it unlocked. Glad that it was a nice night, he opened the driver’s door and reached in, unhitching the top and pulling it back, tucking it in the trunk door. With that securely put into place he picked up the suitcase that he was carrying working it carefully down into the opening to rest on the floor. It’d be a pain to get out, but it fit… barely. The one Ruben had though, he turned to see Ruben standing on the curb looking at him. “What?” “This is your car?” Ruben asked, blinking several times and staring at it. “Yes,” Zeke replied uncertainly. “This… this… this is a clown car.” Ruben said feeling the corner of his mouth start to curl up, laughter forming in the pit of his stomach. “Well,” Zeke replied “I’m a gay vegan who’s pro environment. Deal with it.” He said grabbing Ruben’s other bag unable to keep himself from smiling. “The world is ending,” Ruben said still staring at the vehicle… or what Zeke was calling a vehicle “and we’re going to run to safety in the Smurf-mobile.” He put his hand over his mouth trying to cover the burst of laughter that tore from his lips. “It’s not funny,” Zeke said with a frown, shoving the second back on top of the first and shoving it down. This one was larger so it was much harder to get down, but he managed to push it about halfway down into the trunk before there wasn’t any more room. He went over to the passenger side door, opening it and reaching into the glove compartment pulling out the pair of bungee cords that he’d stored there. He’d never needed them before but the day he’d bought his car, his first car no less, he’d felt the need to stick then in there. It was like the hoarding thing that he’d been experiencing. This unknown need to just, do something… and now, now it all made sense. “It’s like a bumper car on wheels,” he said laughing harder noticing that the Smurf-mobile was in fact blue. “Well,” Zeke said strapping down the suitcase securely “it gets 70 plus miles to the gallon and…” he burst out laughing, leaning against the back of the vehicle for support. It really was funny. “Just… get in.” “Okay,” Ruben said glad that Zeke was laughing as well, unable to stop. “I did my yoga this morning.” He opened the passenger door and looked inside the vehicle dubiously. This wasn’t a car, this was… another burst of laughter tore from him as he climbed inside, Zeke sliding in behind the driver seat without missing a beat, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Oh God, thank you… thank you so much.” Ruben replied, laughing so hard he was crying as well. “I needed this.” “God works in mysterious ways,” Zeke said turning the engine over and after making sure that they were both buckled in, he checked the mirrors and pulled away from the curb. “We’re going to be pretty much screwed any way we go. There’s two main roads to Ankeny from downtown to get to my house.” He said as he continued to obey every single traffic light. He made sure to drive extra carefully, everything was falling loose and he jumped as there was the sound of gunshots… they weren’t too far off. “Well I think it’s pretty safe to say that no one’s going to try to carjack this go cart.” Ruben replied. “Like I said,” Zeke replied with a smile “God works in mysterious ways.” He turned left on 2nd Ave and headed north. “We’ll avoid the freeway. Either way it’s going to take forever to get out of town, but 2nd will bring us a lot closer to my house than the 35 will. Thirsty?” He asked looking at Ruben who nodded finding his mouth dry all of a sudden. “Don’t laugh,” Zeke replied moving is arm off the center arm rest and pulling it up, revealing a small cooler inside where there were two bottles of water resting peacefully. A second later, the two men burst out into laughter once again. ________________________________________________________________________ Zeke's car BRAUS cabriolet
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| Cale Raizer | Sep 11 2009, 11:37 PM Post #14 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Misty watched the ambulance speed off to the hospital, shivering slightly. She had a strong stomach, but that poor kid had been hurt, bad. She idly tapped his walet against her pant leg, thinking. What had made those soldiers run that kid over and not even stop to check on him? was there some kind of attack? Had the terrorists launched a nuclear weapon? No, she couldn't think like that, not right now. They had to get the kids wallet to the hospita, fast. "C'mon, Marie, Bridgette, we gotta catch up to them!" Misty said, pulling her keys from her pants pocket. Marie and Bridgette followed, neither of them talking, each probably thinking about the poor kid. Misty climbed into the driverss ide of her truck, bridgette in the passenger seat, and Marie took the back seat. Misty started the car, turning the heat on full blast, aware of the cold air hitting her bare flesh. She'd had no choice but to sacrifice her shirt to bandage the poor kid, but she was grateful she had remembered to wear a bra today. Bridgette took the wallet from Misty, flipping through it, looking for a name, or his ID, "He doesn't even have a drivers liscence yet, poor kid," Bridgette said, looking close to tears, "But his school ID say his name is Eric Walters." "His parents will be worried about him, we must let them know what happened." Marie spoke up from the back seat. Misty studied the woman through her rearview mirror. She was beautiful, in an earthy kind of way, managing to look stunning, even in a bloodstained dress. Her accent was familiar, too, and she had answered 'oui' to Misty's questions... "You're French, huh?" Marie smiled, "Oui, I am." She looked at Misty's eyes in the rearview, "My full name is Marie Jacques Leferve." "Thats a pretty name," Marie said truthfully. Because she wanted to get to know this woman better, and because she needed to take her mind off of recent events, Misty politely continued her interogation, "So, what do you do for a living, Marie?" "I am an actress." Marie said, blushing self consciousley. Bridgette and Misty exchanged surprised looks. Marie looked so young, in her mid-twenties, and she was already an actress? "What kind of movies have you been in?" Bridgette asked, turning around completely in her seat, knees propped up on the seat cushion, chin against the headrest. She seemed completely enthralled with the woman now. Marie chuckled softly, "Unfortunatley, I have not been in any movies yet. I am a stage actress. I performed in a few stagehouses around Europe, until I found myself, here." Misty whistled, "It's a pretty far leap from Europe to Chicago, hun, what are you doing here, anyways?" "I recently got a part in a show in town. We're doing a revival of some of Shakespeares works." "No shit?" Bridgette said, grinning, "I just got tickets to see that, thats amazing!" Marie smiled, pleased, "You two are fans of Shakespeare?" "Her more then me," Misty said, "But I'm always up to watching plays. I love a good show." They made it to the hospital in good time, considering all the military trucks zooming around. Thankfully, no one else got run over that Misty had seen, but it added to the question, what the fuck were all these military guys doing here? Misty found aparking space, and started to open the door, "Wait here, I'll be right back." "Wait!" Bridgette said, grabbing Misty's arm, "Let me do it, you're not exactly dressed to impress, girl." She pointed at Mistys chest. Misty looked down, remembering again that she had taken her shirt off to use as a bandage. "Good point. We'll wait for you here." "I'll be back soon," Bridgette said, kissing Misty on the cheek. She climbed out, and ran toward the hospital. Misty leaned back, wishing she had worn another layer, it was still pretty cold out, Chicago not being one of the warmest states, even in the best of times. "You and Bridgette, are...sisters?" Marie spoke up, questioning. Misty grinned, "We're lovers, actually." "Oh." Marie blinked, perhaps surprised by Misty's bluntness. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend..." "Nah, it's ok," Misty said, "We're used to it." They sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Misty saw Bridgette running back to the car. Misty frowned. Bridgette looked....terrified, for some reason, her face was pale, and the look on her face gave her the chills. "Bridgette, are you ok, you look like you seen a ghost," Misty asked, a sBridgette silently climbed into the front seat. Bridgette was trembling, and was silent. "Did the kid pass away?" Marie asked, leaning forward from the back seat, "What happened, dear?" Bridgette shook her head, looking like she might throw up, and pointed a shaking finger at the radio. Confused, Misty clicked it on, and listened...and by the twentieth word spoken, Misty felt like she might throw up, too. As the Presidents speech slowed to a stop, Misty felt like the best thing she could do was kick off a massive anxiety attack. She breathed deep, in an effort to calm herslef. In the back seat, Marie crossed herself, and if Misty beleived in organized religion, she would have done the same. "What do we do?" Bridgette asked, tears streaming down her face, "What do we do?" That was a good question, Misty thought, and it was this that saved her. Having to think of something, having things to do, would help, she knew that. "We....we gotta get to my place, "Misty said, clenching her hands on the steering wheel, "We gotta pack some clothes, some food, and see if we can't make it to one of those safe houses they have." Bridgettes folks had died a long time ago, and Bridgette essentially lived with Misty in their small apartment, They could swing by there, pack a bag or two, and stop by Misty's parents house, grab them up. Marie. What about her? Misty turned to the back seat, "Marie, do you have family in Chicago, or anywhere near here?" Marie shook her head, unshed tears in her eyes, "No, no, I do not." Marie took a deep, shuddering breath, then exhaled sharply. Misty nodded, "Did you wanna come with us? We can get to one of these shelters together." Marie nodded, "Yes, I think that would be lovely." "Ok." They had a plan, something to concentrate on so the despair didn't weigh her down. There would be a time to cry, but now was not that time. Jesus, its just like in the movies. Marie started the car, keeping the radio on for more news. They had work to do. |
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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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| Mr_Blonde3 | Sep 12 2009, 07:29 PM Post #15 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Sam looked at the message from his son and smiled, relieved. Adam was okay and making the wise choice to get out and away. Sam felt a moment of anger that he was wasting time waiting for that heathen wife of his and... Oh why don't you grow up? The voice almost rocked Sam back on his heels, but he knew that it was right. The world might end for him and everyone else in 24 hours and here he was being a stuck-up pious stick-in-the-mud. Instead of worrying about the safety of his son and daughter in law and grandchildren he was too busy worrying about Adam dying for his "Heathen" wife. Like it or not, they had a stable happy marriage which was more than most people had. Certainly there were the children out of wedlock, but still, Adam had eventually done the right thing and here he was still being an asshole. But he... But nothing. The situation was what the situation was. Sam had, in his youth, done things that weren't considered "Nice" in the bible. Certainly he would not forget the time Mrs. Trebeck had caught him smoking behind her garage when he was 14. He hadn't been able to sit for a week because of that. His father had been strict, but he'd still been his father. what was he to Adam? He'd provided for... Yes, Adam had wanted for nothing, but did he really WANT that drum set on his 16th birthday, or had it always been the one thing that Sam had refused to give, love and respect? All those High School concerts, sitting in the back so Adam wouldn't know he was there, never supporting his dreams. Buying an occasional CD that Adam's band put out when they were at reduced prices...He knew the song "My Daddy's Eyes" had been about him. Adam hadn't sung it, but he'd seen the songwriter. Son forever trying to get his father's respect and not getting it until the day his father died. This could certainly be a wake-up call. Who knew? If he saw his son in the next 24 hours, it would certainly be the time to make up for all the silence over the years. Sam passed the blackerwhoosie to Domenica abd said, "Thank you." She smiled. Sam looked at his wares and siad, "Well while we're waiting, we might as well keep planning. First off, a vehicle. With...." He looked over at the man with Domenica and he said, "Gareth." Sam nodded and said, "With Gareth here, that brings our total to 6. Do we have a vehicle that will hold everyone, or should we take two cars?" Domenica said, "I have a Ford Escape. It's a hybrid. Plenty of gas mileage, off-road capabilities, and will comfortably seat 6." Sam said, "Perfect. And cargo space?" Domenica looked at Sam's bags with a wry smile and said, "Fits all that and then some." Sam said, "Well, I've got road maps, a tool kit, and this." Sam lifted his suit jacket to reveal the holstered gun. He said, "Unfortunately, I only have 6 shots. Is there a security contingent here that might have more? I had to sound the trumpets of disaster, but if we do survive this initial disaster in the next 24 hours, there's no telling what kind of survivors we'll be facing. We don't know what kind of food and supplies will be left. This place, however, could be a gold mine. We should check it out." Domenica said, "I've been thinking the exact same thing. How good are you with that pistol?" Sam said, "I'm no Dirty Harry, but I know how to use it. I have a friend with the police and he and I would target shoot occasionally." Domenica said, "I'd be worthless with a gun. Glad you know what to do with it." Sam said, "I hope more than anything in the world that I only need it for show, but I have a feeling that I might need it for more than that." Gareth said, "Certainly it can't..." Sam said, "A good many people are going to die in the next 24 hours. With that in mind, when people ar elooking death in the face, they sometimes do things they wouldn't ordinarily do just because, what's their punishment going to be? Death? What's so risky in breaking the law when you're going to potentially die anyway. Domenica, you, Roza and Lydia are all attractive females. I hate to make this blunt, but there are certain people who might want you for...Certain things. And while you'll have three men with you, I'm old, they might see me as weak and try to take advantage. We're going to have to be VERY careful with anyone we meet." Domenica said, "agreed. Absolutely." Gareth said, "Come on Sam, surely you can;t be serious about all this." Sam looked at him and said, "I'm DEADLY serious...." He looked at the table and muttered quietly, "And don't call me Shirley." Domenica said, "Gareth, he's just thinking ahead. He's right. I'm glad that I'm travelling with someone who thinks like I do. I've seen a great deal of human nature with this job. I know what he's talking about." Gareth said nothing, but nodded. Sam said, "So, with that in mind, back to my earlier question....Guns?" Domenica shook her head. She said, "The guards are just supposed to blend into the park. No guards are armed. They're allowed to carry MACE, because awhile ago, a guard was shot by a man in the parking lot, but no guns are allowed." Sam said, "Fatally?" Domenica said, "No, he had a vest on." Sam nodded, saying, "Well, I'd like to at least take a peek in the there." He looked at the bag, saying, "I've got a first aid kit...." Domenica said "The restaurants have trauma kits. They're required. There's two. I'll get them in a minute." Sam nodded. He said, "Does the gift shop have any stuff like aspirin or...?" She nodded again. She looked at Gareth and said, Get some blankets from the linen closet. I'll get the trauma kits. The gift shop and the nsecurity center are that way, Sam." She pointed. Sam said, "I'll pack up and we'll meet back here when we're done, is that okay with everyone?" Theere were nods. Sam broke off and hit the security center. The cameras were all on, showing the deserted theme park. It was horror-movie creepy, the rides, some still in motion, going trough the preset commands with no passengers on them. The search resulted in 4 cans of pepper spray, 6 flashlights, and 3 bullet proof vests. He piled them next to the door and continued down the corridor towards the gift shop. He grabbed some disney bags and filled them with every package of single dose medicine and toiletry he could find. He also added a few decks of playing cards, and forced open the cash register, his initial worries of theft absent. He piled the cash in the bag. Then he took another bag over to the cooler and added every bottle of water and some bottles of soda. They were heavy, but managable. Lastly, he took a final bag, and, deciding quickly, packed several 50.00+ stuffed animals. He had a lot of catching up to do with his grandchildren, who would be confused and scared. The least Grandpa could do was show up; with some gifts for them to help ease their worry. He also added some candy for them, and took the heavy bags back towards the sports bar. He set them down and went back to the security center, picking up the equipment there. He went back in and added some batteries to his find, then took that with him to the bar. Domenica and Gareth weren't back yet, Neither were the others. He hoped they would arrive soon. Sam looked over at a deserted pool table in the corner and slid some change in. He was racking the balls and looking at the bar, a final idea coming to him. He went behind the bar and, using a crowbar from his tool kit, again forced the register and took the money. Then he searched behind the bar, spotting two cases on Johnnie Walker. If money had no value, liquor would. He added it to their stock. He hoped the Hybrid had as much storage space as Domenica said it did. For some reason, his mind wandered over her. She reminded him, in a way, of his wife. Pity. Maybe if he was 10 or 20 years younger and the world wasn't ending, he might have pursued her. Oh well. He shot a few balls down and then he saw Domenica and Gareth, also loaded for bear. She had kits, as well as two-cases of ten-pound vegetables, and instant coffee. Also there was a coffee percolator, and a couple of fondue cookers. She said, "It's not a prtable stove, but it's close enough." Sam smiled and said, "Ingenous." Domenica said, "There are also gas pumps out there. We'll top off my tank and take some extra." Sam looked at his two co-conspirators and said, "Well, if this is it, I don't think we could have prepared any better. Now we just need to wait on Alex, Lydia and Roza." Domenica looked at the pool table. She said, "Care for some competition?" Sam walked over and held out a cue. He said, "Do your darndest." 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