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| mdnjr70 | Nov 4 2009, 04:56 PM Post #31 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Domenica/Willow – Saving a Soul (OOC: This happens before Mark and Willow leave) Domenica watched Misty and Bridgette leave the living room of her home as the others sat there going over everything that was said. “I’m still not sure this is a good idea, I mean Bathin who would think of a name like that, it’s not common and it sure doesn’t run off the tongue, not to mention I haven’t seen a lot of books around?” Willow looked at her, “We know Dom…you want us all to trust Rita and run off skipping in the meadows together and be the best of friends, maybe go and get a mani and pedi.” Willow looked at Domenica’s hand and added, “which I’m guessing you already have.” Domenica looked down at her nails and frowned. Willow didn’t understand, none of them did. They all had common horrors to share, but they didn’t know what she went through, did it even compare, probably not and Domenica wasn’t the type to compare horror stories. “You know I’ve been trying to help everyone here, I have. I don’t have any answers. I’m sorry you got taken from your family I got taken away from people to and it hurt just as bad.” Domenica snapped at Willow, of course Domenica snapping at anyone was probably like Mother Teresa yelling at a murder. Domenica looked at the group, “excuse me, I need something to drink.” Domenica said and walked out of the room heading to the kitchen leaving Will, Edward, Mark and Willow in the living room. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of diet soda and cracked it open and took a sip looking out to the west, there was a warm hint of light that kissed her checks, the sun from the west always made her feel better, it was like a gentle hand of someone you love letting you know they are still there. It brought a smile to her face, “Dom.” She heard a voice say and she turned from the light as it faded and looked to see Willow standing there. Domenica’s smile faded, “I need a minute I’m afraid I don’t have anything nice to say.” Domenica walked to the kitchen door and walked into the backyard sitting on the stoop. Taking another sip of her soda looking to the west and the mountains she heard Willow walk out, she could tell by the dress. “What happen to you?” Willow said sitting down and looking at Domenica, “how can you even think about trusting her?” Domenica looked at her, “Because I’ve seen the changes in her. That first night, when she took me.” Domenica stopped and shock her head. “It doesn’t matter. It was nothing compared to what you all went through.” Willow thought a moment she had never asked Domenica what happened to her, none of them had, they all just assumed things, “No I want you to tell me, please.” Willow said putting her hand on Domenica leg, giving it a squeeze. Domenica took a deep breath, “After I was taken, I was chained up and gagged and made to wait, finally Rita came in and talked to me, I thought she was mad the things she said how she acted, it was like I was her long lost best friend, it was insane.” Domenica took another sip of her soda, “But I stank, well we all did, remember. So she bathed me chains and all, she cleaned me like a boy would clean his pet dog. I’ve never in my life been so humiliated but that was nothing compared to what was coming.” Domenica looked out at the mountains the images playing in her mind like a movie. “She brought in dinner and entertainment, that was where I was introduced to ‘Dog’ and Will. Will was my server, my hands where chained and I wasn’t aloud to use utensils so he had to feed me.” She shook the thought from her mind and moved on, “You remember the man that grabbed me, Rita punished him, but made me pick the punishment, I thought I was going easy on him, I said have him humiliated, but I had no idea, all he did was grab my butt I thought it would be something like that.” She stopped her voice was trembling, Willow knew this wasn’t easy for her so she waited but Domenica had stopped almost froze so Willow added what they both knew, “but it wasn’t was it.” That snapped Domenica back slowly speaking she continued, “No she had Edward rape him, over and over again well I watched. I was forced to watch the two men and she laughed it was our entertainment during desert. Finally I begged her to stop to just let them go and she did.” She looked at Willow, “and that was only the first night.” Willow looked at her, “I’m sorry.” Domenica shock her head, “You have no idea. You know they took Gareth that day with us, I didn’t know that, but they had.” Willow thought a moment, “Gareth, you mean the quiet guy that hardly spoke.” Domenica nodded, “He was so sweet to me. It’s strange but I knew him the longest of any of you and yet I can’t bring myself to think of him, this is the first time…” Tears started to drop from her eyes, “Rita, she knew I liked him, not like I like Alex or even Sam, but she knew.” Willow watched her face and she knew that what was coming wasn’t going to be good. “She brought him to keep me company. The second night she brought him to the trailer and presented him, stripped and cleaned with a large red bow covering his penis, he had been beating I could see all the bruises.” Willow looked at her, “Oh merciful Mother.” Willow said a little surprised at what Domenica was sharing. Domenica frowned, “he was a gentlemen you know a really nice man, he refused, he refused that night to even touch me, he was so brave he fought her finally she got bored and she had him removed, she told me the next day that if he refused again she…well she had something different planned for him…I didn’t know…I swear to God I had no idea.” Domenica said almost pleading. Willow was quiet as Domenica continued, “So they brought him the third night, there was so little of him not covered in bruises but he looked at me and smiled he wasn’t going to let them win he said they could destroy his body but not his mind or his morals…but this time I was scared.” Willow looked at her, “So you tried, you tried to save him.” She nodded, “All we had to do was make love, that was all and she would have let him live, but he wouldn’t I didn’t know what they were going to do to him but I was terrified, all he did was look at me and say, ‘this isn’t right and not to give in to them.” Domenica eyes where red from the tears as she spoke, these memories horrified her. “Dom, you don’t.” Willow started to say. “I do, I have to tell you so you understand, when I stand up for her you have to know I’m not being foolish I’ve had to forgive her, because her soul, just like all of ours, is in play and Bathin no matter what we may think of her is going to be a million times worse.” Domenica said looking at her whipping away the tears. “I told him it was alright, it would be nice he was gentle and I would be ok and I didn’t mind.” Domenica said trying not to picture his bruised face and his battered body. “So he gave in.” Willow said and Domenica shook her head and her voice became cold, “no he became lunch the next day for the people in the rec tents.” The words where dry and forced Willow thought she didn’t hear correctly but she had, “Rita had him taken and she told me that if he wasn’t going to be my mate he would severe them far better on the serving plates for the rec tents, they were running low on fresh meat and he was already tenderized.” Willow was horror struck into shock. As Domenica looked at her, “they brought me his necklace I tried looking for him once we got here but I never found him, Edward told me that the day before we got here they had a fresh supply of meat in the tents. I couldn’t tell him what I thought, he only said it tasted different; like nothing he had ever had before.” Domenica tried not the think of it, “I pushed him from my memories and focused on helping all of you, I was terrified to go to the rec tents just in case he was there it was the only place I hadn’t looked for him, so when I finally went.” She stopped and thought a moment, “he wasn’t there instead a I saw a 9 year old girl…I don’t know what is worse seeing a 9 year old girl with no teeth so she can’t bite or knowing that a gentle kind man was used to feed that child.” Domenica said taking a shaky mouthful of soda finishing off the can and setting it down next to her on the stoop. “I have to believe there is good in her, I have to try and save her soul, because if I fail then I’ve failed them all the little girl and Gareth. I’m not doing this for some grand plan I have; I’m doing this because on that last night I saw him look at her, and he said, ‘I feel sorry for you, because the time will come and you’ll see the errors of your way and this is something you’ll have to live with for the rest of your very long life.’ Willow looked at Domenica and neither said anything as sunlight fell on the two women on the stoop gently caressing them both in it’s warm glow. Domenica felt her sprit warm and she could almost feel his gentle hand touch her skin and she smiled. |
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| LadyRahl | Nov 4 2009, 05:15 PM Post #32 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Mod Note: I'm going to be outlining and working on the scene tonight/tomorrow. I need one things from you all. PM me IMMEDIATELY and let me know who your character is going to side with.... this is MOST important for the Davenport group. Knowing ONLY what your characters know. Who would they side with? Rita? or Bathin? You have until tomorrow morning to reply. Edited by LadyRahl, Nov 4 2009, 05:15 PM.
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| mdnjr70 | Nov 4 2009, 05:53 PM Post #33 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Ruben/Spoon – Bonding “Ok wow. I mean wow.” Ruben said after hearing the story from Spoon, to say he had a unique life was an understatement and to be honest it made Ruben a little nervous to be around him after hearing the story, he had a feeling like the mob was going to bust through that door and start shooting everyone he quickly got over the thought and looked at Spoon. “You can talk to John or Darren about weapons. I’m not a big fan and Zeke, well, he is pretty much against anything that can hurt someone or something.” Spoon smiled, “So what’s the deal with him and you, I mean it’s pretty clear as to the nature of your relationship but…” Ruben chuckled people always seemed to want to understand why he was so devoted to Zeke and his mission, he couldn’t blame them it must be strange to people but not to him in his mind it made perfect sense, “I’m going with your more interested in our working relationship then anything else?” Spoon nodded his face serious for the moment, “Yep, I don’t want the details on anything else, I mean your cool and all but…” Ruben agreed, “Trust me I get it. I didn’t think you would want to know anything more private shall we say.” Ruben looked to the kitchen, “I just help him; I mean I don’t understand half this stuff, the lists the people the whole thing, it confuses me. He’ll spend hours on his lists sometimes, crossing off names adding others, don’t ask me to explain it he will dream and even say things talk about names in his sleep, when he sleeps, the best I can get from him is 4 hours maybe more if I can get him to really relax like the other night or this afternoon.” Ruben stopped thinking that might have crossed the line but he wasn’t too sure. “I focus on what I can understand.” “So you think he’s a little strange then.” Spoon said and Ruben sighed, “not strange in the sense that I think he’s crazy or going to go off and kill people or hurt anyone, strange in the sense that I don’t understand. I do believe that god talks to him, I may be the only one, but I believe it, of course I’ve always believed that go talks to each of us, it’s up to us if we choose to listen and hear him. It can be difficult sometimes and sometimes I wonder if I’m forcing him off the path that he’s suppose to be on. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve started keeping a journal, someplace to write down my thoughts and try to make sense of it all.” “And do you?” Spoon asked as Ruben shook his head and smiled, “no not in the least, but I don’t question it much, well I try not to. Sometimes, and this is going to sound crazy, but I feel like Mary Magdalene, if you assume that she was indeed married to Jesus how must she have felt, you love them with all your heart and you wonder if you’re keeping them from everything they are suppose to be doing.” Ruben snorted a chuckle, “Zeke isn’t Jesus of course and he’s the first to say so, but I still feel that way maybe there is a reason he should be alone just like we think that Jesus was alone.” He stopped and thought about some of the things he said to Zeke and he still worried not matter how many times Zeke told him not too, “Anyway I try not to think to much on these things.” The two men fell silent and Ruben was just about to get up when Spoon chimed in “I heard through the grapevine that you’re overseeing the Hospital and the Schools, is that what you did in your former life?” Spoon said, he was trying to learn more about these people, he was grateful to be here but sense he was planning on staying he figured it would be best to get to know them and he couldn’t hear anymore of the religious talk. Ruben smiled grateful for the topic change, “I know nothing about education or hospitals. It was just something that came to me that I needed to do.” Ruben couldn’t explain it any better then that, “as for my former life I worked for a non profit doing their PR and Communications.” Spoon looked at him, “you’re kidding.” Ruben raised his eyebrows, “nope that is what I did, and now…well as odd as it sounds I’m very happy doing the work at the school and the hospital, making something, doing something that will really help people. For me it makes the pain of loosing everyone lessen.” Ruben smiled, looking at Spoon and adding, “if that makes any sense?” Spoon tried to understand but the wounds where still so fresh in his mind and his heart, “you know she was the only thing I cared about, she was everything to me, why I did everything I did.” Ruben nodded, “believe it or not I can understand that. I really can.” Spoon sighed and rested his head on the back of the couch, “Crazy world we live in these day you know.” Ruben nodded, “In deed.” “So what’s the plan for going and getting the people who were captured?” Spoon asked not taking his eyes off the ceiling. “Military tactics aren’t my area of expertise, that falls under Zeke’s realm.” Ruben said not realizing how incredibly strange that might sound to someone. “Zeke, mister notes of paper and not hurting a fly; Zeke. He oversees military tactics and planning?” Spoon said in complete shock and Ruben grinned, “he may be all peace and love on the outside but within that mind are the workings of a military genius, his brother John can’t believe it either, but every mission Zeke has sent John on has been a success with minimal loss of life, it’s…well it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” “Minimal loss of life.” Spoon said with a frown and Ruben quickly looked at him he wasn’t thinking when he said that, “I’m sorry man, you know I am. I didn’t mean anything bad by it. God, I’m really sorry.” Spoon nodded he understood it was just a sore spot, “I know, sorry about jumping on your back.” Ruben tried to force a smile, “I really am sorry.” Spoon kindly looked at him, “I know thanks.” |
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| Mr_Blonde3 | Nov 5 2009, 01:23 AM Post #34 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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"I want in." Zeke turned to him, and Sam met his eyes levelly. Zeke said, "What are you talking about?" Sam leaned on the doorframe. He'd tried and tried and tried to find faith, believe in what was going on, and it Just wouldn't come out to anything that made him feel any better. The bible said that God was cruel, but it wasn't until he reached out and slapped you right square in the face that God revealed just how cruel he could really be. Maybe if he hadn't had the time...Maybe if He hadn't patched things up with Adam and Adam had died leaving things unsaid, he wouldn't have felt so betrayed, but He HAD had that opportunity. He HAD patched things up. And if Adam hadn't died out there, the rebuilding could have continued. But that was then, and this was now. And Samuel Aaron Barkley wanted revenge. Zeke said, "Do you think...." Sam said, "I'm not sure what I think anymore. All I know is, my son died going after that woman. I know the forces are going in after her, I've seen the military group you've got making plans. I want in." Zeke said, "They're trained military, you're..." Sam said, "One of my poker buddies was a cop. We used to target shoot. I know how to handle myself out there. Give me a gun and I'll be able to fend for myself, you don't have to worry." Zeke said, "and what about Lex and Callie? What happens to them if you go out there and don't come back?" Sam said, "There are people here who can take care of them a lot better than I can. I did it once, and it was all my son...All my son could do...To NOT do what I did..." Sam brushed tears from his eyes and looked at the floor. Goddamnit it HURT. Sam looked up and said, "Willow is out there. She's their mother. They deserve to be with her. And if I stay here, and something happens to her as well, what will they think of me? They aren't old enough to know better now, but what will they think if they knew I let their father die and did nothing to get the woman back that was responsible?" Zeke said, "You didn't let their father die." Sam said, "I killed him. It was my idea for him to go after her. I gave him a reason to go after her. I'll have to live with that. I didn't directly kill him, but I'm partially responsible for it." Zeke said, "God gives free will." Sam said, "Indeed. And my free will says for me to go." Zeke said, "I won't stop you, but I worry. I know Adam would want you to look out for the kids, I imagine he even told you too. Now you're going against his wishes to go after this Rita...What would he think of that?" Sam said, "Doesn't really matter now, does it?" He turned. Zeke said, "Sam!" Sam turned. Zeke said, "Don't give up on God. He never has given up on you. He may seem harsh and cruel, but he has a purpose for everything." Sam was silent. Zeke said, "Please." Sam said, "Alright. I won't turn my back on him. But he's on probation. Let me tell you something, Zeke....My wife wanted a child. Wanted one bad. We finally had Adam, but she died in the process. Adam was born, and because i couldn't blame God for Monica's death, I blamed Adam, and blamed him wrongly. Now Adam is dead.....Who else is there to blame?" Zeke said, "Satan?" Sam studied him. He turned around and stepped out of the kitchen. Watching Callie and Lex play made him depressed and guilty. He needed to tell them that Adam was gone, but he couldn't find the words. How do you tell a child that their father is dead? It's not like losing a pet, it's losing their FATHER. Sam looked to the sky and said, "I know what you told me, son. But I'll always be a stubborn old man. I intend to make this woman pay. She may not have killed you directly, but you wouldn't have been out there if not for her. I have to make her pay for you, son. I have to make her pay for stealing you from me. Forgive me, but it's what I have to do." Sam saw Alex walking through the living room and said, "Alex." Alex stepped over. Sam said, "I need some air. You and the others mind making sure Lex and Callie stay out of trouble?" Alex said, "Not at all, it's the least I can do. Do whatever you need to do." Sam nodded and stepped out into the street. He walked for about 15 minutes, no destination in mind, thinking of Adam, of the kids, of Willow, of all the wasted and lost time. He struggled to keep the tears away, and was only half-successful. A voice behind him, calling his name, made him turn. Sam saw Sheila, standing in an open doorway. He walked over to her door. She looked shiek, in designer jeans and a pink blouse. Sheila said, "How are you doing? You left the hospital pretty fast." Sam sighed. He said, "I'm surviving." Sheila took his hand and said, "Come in, I'll get you a drink." Sam said, "I shouldn't, the kids..." Sheila said, "Please. I won't keep you long." Sam paused a moment, then stepped inside. Sheila took him through a quick tour of her house, then led him into the kitchen. Sam opted for one of her Heinekens, sipping it. Between sips, he told her of the backstory of Adam, and why it was hitting him so hard. Sheila listened honestly and sincerely. Sam had a second beer, and Sheila refilled her coffee. She said, "It's tough. It's very tough. But you have to fight. You have to heal. You have to survive." Sheila touched his hand. Their eyes met. She got up from her seat and stood over him. She lifted his face to hers. Their lips met. The kiss became longer. Deeper. Sam stood up. She pulled at his clothes and he pulled at hers. They made their way to the living room. Sam was stunned by her beauty, unbelieving that she was in her 50s. She laid back on the couch and pulled him to her. Sam hadn't been with a woman since Monica had died, and he managed to make it a whole 5 minutes before finally exploding. But it was a passionate and intense five minutes. They cuddled in each others arms after it was over. Sheila took a cigarette from the pack on her living room table and lit up. Sam said, "Sorry that was...Brief. It's been a long time." Sheila said, "Nonsense, it was quite satisfying. And who says this has to be it?" She looked at him. He looked at her. She tossed her cigarette into the ashtray and they picked up where they left off. ********************************************* At least two hours had passed. Sam wasn't sure. All he knew was that for the first time since Adam had died, he wasn't entirely depressed. Tom's words came back to him occasionally, but Sheila didn't seem like a whore, and at this point, if he died between her legs, he wouldn;t have cared. He thought of Domenica, but knew that he was too old, she'd have never been interested anyway, if she was alive anyway. Sam gazed at Sheila's face. No...This would be the best place to start, at least from as far as he could see. It occured to him that he'd just had sex out of wedlock, a sin, but He was owed a little, wasn't he? A knock on the door roused the two of them. They pulled on clothes, dragging them from the kitchen. Sam said, "Expecting anyone?" Sheila, her hair tousled, smiled and said, "Just a tall, handsome stranger, and he's already here." Sam smiled. The second and subsequent times had been much better, for her satisfaction at least, then the first. He'd seen and felt her climax, and he worried very much about those kinds of things. He believed inh a woman having an orgasm, and felt that sex was not perfect until that occured. Watching her face contort and the feel of her clenching on him made the experience that much better. Sheila opened the door and Sam stood in the doorway. Tom walked in, gave her a once over, and then locked eyes with Sam. He looked at her briefly, then at Sam, and smiled. 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| bebeluv1 | Nov 5 2009, 09:14 AM Post #35 |
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Tom and Sam--Revenge is a Dish.... Sam found himself following Tom into the living room. Sheila followed. “You,” Tom said shortly, “get out.” “That’s no way to talk to a lady,” Sam began, irritated. Tom cut him off. “This is urgent, Sam. I don’t have time for pleasantries.” “It’s all right, Sam,” Sheila said, gliding over to him to kiss the top of his head. “I’ll see you later, ok?” Sam nodded and smiled. “All right, Sheila.” Tom watched Sheila leave with a barely concealed look of disgust on his face. “Smells like fucking in here,” he scowled. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. What the hell was up with this guy? “Tom…” Tom leaned in towards Sam, his face pulled into an intense frown. “That bitch killed Adam.” Sam looked at Tom, surprised. He hadn’t realized that Tom knew him. Tom caught the look and nodded. “Oh, yeah, he was my friend. A good friend. And that blonde bitch in Davenport is responsible for taking his wife and getting Adam killed.” Tom’s face looked almost maniacal in its intensity. Sam found it strangely mesmerizing. “I don’t know about you, but I want to make sure that she gets what’s coming to her.” Sam found himself nodding. “Zeke and I were just talking about heading out to Davenport with a military team.” Tom laughed, a bitter and throaty sound that felt as though it burned the air around them. “Zeke is a moron. And the last time his party went on a so-called rescue mission, your son got killed. MY FRIEND got killed. Zeke doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. As for the military, who the fuck would put an ass-kissing sissy pacifist in charge of their military strategy? I mean, fucking hell, Sam, Zeke doesn’t have any military experience whatsoever. And all the people in this town, including the military here, are hanging on his every word like he’s the fucking Messiah! I don’t know about you, but I find that pretty fucking terrifying.” “And just what do you propose?” Sam said, Tom’s words resonating in his brain. “I propose that you and I go to Davenport and get that bitch ourselves.” “Tom, I’m just an old man…I know how to shoot but I’m no strategist. We’d probably just end up like Alex and Adam, or worse.” “No, Sam, you’re wrong.” Tom said, grinning like a cheshire cat. “If you just put a little trust in me, I promise you, we’ll make it and that cunt will pay. All you have to do is say you’ll come with me.” “Yeah?” Sam grunted. “Well, that sounds exactly like Zeke. ‘Trust me, have faith’. What makes you so damned different?” A firey light flashed in Tom’s eyes, making them look briefly like a cat’s when they glow in the dark. “I’m not making false promises, Sam. Might you die? Possibly.” Tom’s face contorted in rage. “But I’m not going to let a little thing like possible death get in the way of killing those responsible for ending Adam’s life. You’re his father,” Tom said, looking into Sam’s eyes. “I’m sure you get that. Besides, if you die here, safe and alone many years from now, will you feel any better having lived knowing that you did nothing to try to avenge your son?” Sam mulled it over. The man had a point. There was something about Tom that made Sam want to put his trust in him. He had a kind of magnetic pull to him, the kind that made you feel like he actually knew what he was talking about. And could deliver. |
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| Cale Raizer | Nov 5 2009, 12:41 PM Post #36 |
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Misty had been hearing some bad things in her mission to find out more on Bathin. She had lucked out, and come across a few soldiers who were scared shitless. They were freaked out that someone had invaded their dreams. Most of them spoke of disturbing images, animal sacrifices, dismemberment, horrible monsters. Basically, the tape scene from Event Horizen times a hundred. Misty was having doubts about siding up with Bathin. If his favorite pass time was filling men's head with disturbing imagery, then he probably wasn't someone they wanted to meet. Misty wasn't sure if Bridgette would go for it, but she would see. Misty truthfully wasn't happy about the whole Danny thing, but like she told Bridgette, she understood completely. She could only hope that it didn't affect their relationship when all was said and done. And too, it depended on if they all survived. Misty didn't kid herself on her chances, there was a conflict brewing, and Misty an dBridgette would have to fight in it. and what were the odds that two 18 year old girls would survive? Not just her and Bridgette, but the others, too. Willow, Mark, Dom, Danny, Bridgette's two female friends, the lawyer and the stripper. They were just ordinary people, what chance did they truly have? "Now's not the time to go chicken," Misty muttered to herself. Like it or not, they were in this mess, and dwelling on possibly dying during it wasn't going to help matters. She hadn't seen the one eyed man who had initially told her about Bathin, which was a shame. Misty thought the man might know more about him, because for all the talk she'd heard about the atrocities Bathin had commited in dream land, she had very little to go on about the demon himself. A possible weakness would've been nice, like a spot on him that if you hit, he'd explode or something. Misty sighed, if only it could ever be that easy. "Misty! Wait up!" Bridgette called, racing up the hall to catch up to her. Misty smiled, "Hey, baby, what's up?" Bridgette panted, out of breath, "I...uh, I finished, and I was looking all over for you." "Everything ok?" Misty asked. Bridgette frowned, "Not entirely. Sasha got tested, and she's pregnant. The soldiers havn't taken her yet, apparently there's some confusion about the way to do things now." "That would be Willow's doing, most likely," Misty said, "After that incident with Mary, Rita might be retconning a few orders." Misty shook her head, "She'll be allright, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about." "Whats up?" Bridgette asked, with a wary look in her eye. "About Rita," Misty said, taking a deep breath, "I've been doing some digging on Bathin and to be honest, what I've heard scares the shit outta me." "Well, he is a demon, after all," Bridgette said, ginning, "when have you ever known a demon to be a nice guy?" "I've not had the pleasure of running into too many demons, unfortunatly." Mistyreplied, "But seriousley, I'm starting to think this might not be a good idea to side with him." "Because Rita is so much better?" Bridgette asked, reaching out to jangle Misty's chains, "remeber what she did?" "I know, I havn't forgotten that," Misty sighed, "Look, we're both free to make our decision on this, and I'll respect whatever you decide, but I'm not too trusting on Bathin. And Rita, she's changed a bit, I can tell." "A few good deeds doesn't make a saint out of a sinner," Bridgette qouted, But I understand your point. You think we should stick with Rita, until this all blows over?" "I think so, for now, yes." misty said, "but I don't wanna force you into any decision." Bridgette smiled, "Baby, you know I'll always stick by you, no matter what." Misty beamed with pride, "What did I ever do to deserve you?" "You saved me from being mugged at my work." "right," Misty said, wrapping her arms around Bridgette, kissing her on the lips,"i miss spending time together." "We have time now," Bridgette said, with a suggestive grin. "These might make things difficult," Misty said, rattling her chains. "On the contrary," Bridgette said, "These might add to the fun." They kissed again, and Misty allowed herself to be carried off by Bridgette, being led back to her room, where they shut the door, and spent theur time, together. |
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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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