JaySonic
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Love is like real-life porn. Minus all the stuff that makes porn cool.
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Aug 29, 2008 23:39:38 GMT -6
Post by JaySonic on Aug 29, 2008 23:39:38 GMT -6
Andy strolled into the park, not looking like a man who had just run 3 miles in 20 seconds, still wearing a big grin on his face at the thought of the earlier events and events still to come. Glancing at his surroundings, he dropped the grin and sighed inwardly. He always felt semi out of place at parties like this. Seeing everyone else dressed in their finest clothes. Freshly dry cleaned suits, complete with handkerchiefs, ties, polished shoes, sequined dresses, even a tiara or two. It's not like he couldn't afford it, but the looks he got from people were just outright rude sometimes.
This is why i don't go to these very often. The second i find a painting i want I'm outta this place. I hate people like this, they always seem so fake and act like they're better than you if your any different.
Out of the corner of his eye, as if God was giving him an example, he saw some stuck-up old person give him the eye over his monocle, then turn to his equally stuck-up wife and chuckle. He turned and walked straight between both of them, patting the woman on the back and rubbing the mans head, leaving them both staring daggers at his back.
I love doing that though. Ahh, If only they knew i could knock them across this park if i wanted.
He snickered inside inwardly at the mental image and looked around again.
"Now before i go staring at all these lovely paintings, why don't i actually find the guy hosting this little shindig."
It was at this point Andy realized that he had no info about the artist at all except for his name.
"Nathan Inrid if i remember right. Guess i'll just ask around." He turned to a random person in the crowd, who just happened to be a good-looking, shoulder length, red-head, from the back at least. She was standing by herself so he went for it. Enjoying the view while walking towards her, he thought about trying a line or two on her but decided against it, remembering the two women from earlier and guessed at the outcome. He tapped her on the shoulder, and before he even had time to marvel at her heart shaped face, which her hair framed perfectly with one, curled bang hanging down, pouty red lips, and stunning, greenish-brown eyes he would never stop staring at giving the choice, she twisted it into a look of disgust, curling her lips and staring him up and down.
"Eww. Don't you look scruffy."
She spat the words at him, putting her hands on her small but well shaped hips and Andy stepped back a bit wondering where that came from.
"Look, I'm not looking for a boyfriend, a date, or even an exchange of phone numbers." She turned to look at him with one eye and shooed him away with one hand. "So go ahead and leave me alone so i won't have to embarrass you in front of all these people." She turned back towards him, sporting an annoyed look, clearly waiting for Andy to leave before she went about her night.
Reaching up to adjust his hat, bringing it lower over his eyes, Andy found himself chuckling. The woman said something to him but he tuned it out. He had been in these situations before, normally after some failed pick up lines or an act of stupidity on Andy's part ruining any chance at a real relationship before it started. Shrugging off this woman would have been no big deal except that he hadn't even said anything to her yet. Not one word. Nothing. It boggled his mind to the point that he let his temper get the best of him. He moved in close enough to her to smell the mild, fruity perfume she was wearing and shoved his finger in her face.
"Listen lady. Before you go shooting random guys down, you might wanna make sure there even flying in your airspace first! Nobody came over here to fucking hit on you, and nobody ever should. With that fucking attitude, dying alone with no friends is too good for you. But then again whores don't need friends do they?"
He took his hand away from her face, not noticing that he was getting louder and drawing some attention. Clearly taken aback at Andy's reaction she put a little distance between herself and him. He smiled inwardly at the movement and continued.
"All i came over here to do was ask if you happened to know where the artist was or what he looked like. Do you?"
He gestured a hand towards her, indicated that she answer. She looked and pointed to her left, towards a small patch of tents, and spoke in a shaky voice. "He's a bald, black guy. Wears a white trench coat."
"See? Was it that hard to be civil?" Having vented a little, his temper cooled a bit and he calmed down some. "Now I'm sorry to blow up on you like that, but a little destructive criticism is necessary every now and then, and, well let's face it, you deserved that." He put his hand on her shoulder. "So I'm gonna leave now, and try to enjoy the rest of your night. But remember, if you go do any "favors" for any of the rich guys that I know your stalking, make 'em wear a rubber, cause the world really don't need you procreating, okay?"
He spun towards the tents she pointed out, leaving her staring, wide-eyed at his back. As he walked away the crowd parted to let him through. He sighed again, noticing he had been doing that a lot lately.
Ah well, i guess it's better to have her hate me immediately than go through the motions.
He dropped his head and put his hands in his pockets.
Damn, she was really hot though. Geez. Fuck my luck.
He decided to walk around some before he went to talk to Nathan, to help him clear his head a bit. As his conscience started to eat at him, he prayed he didn't see her again for fear he might start tossing apologies at her left and right. Sighing yet again, he attempted to lose himself in the art all around him.
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Void
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Void of a Soul
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Sept 9, 2008 22:47:00 GMT -6
Post by Void on Sept 9, 2008 22:47:00 GMT -6
Sitting at the reception table, Nathan and Pam sat together drinking some light wine and conversing about his guests.
"Everybody seems so content with just gazing and chatting."
"Well, isn't that what they normally do events like this?"
"Yea... But there's something missing..."
"And what would that be, Mister Inrid?"
"A little host to guest interaction."
Nathan put his drink down next to Pam, and began wandering aimlessly into the crowds asking and gathering information about what certain groups of people enjoyed about his works.
"Oh, I absolutely love the coloring in the moonlit sky above the castle!"
"I love the level of detail put into the castle itself."
"Why, thank you, thank you. I try my best to keep an eye on what my devotees enjoy."
Nathan continued walking around, and noticed out of the corner of his eye, a man who wouldn't seem like the type of person to attend a Art Showing. Conversing a little along the way, he made his way over to the man.
He was browsing around the Fantasy themed section of artwork.
Nathan stopped a few feet from him, hands in his pockets and watched for a few moments. Taking a step forward, he asked, "Hey, have you found anything that caught your interests?"
Andy looked up from the painting and turned towards the voice. It belonged to a slightly tanned, white guy. Short hair and a face that wasn't feminine, but had feminine features, shallow, pointed jaw, high eyebrows, things like that. The kinda guy that probably spent a little time outside in the elements, but only to socialize with other rich folks. Probably liked to play tennis or golf. He wore a trench coat that was stark white. White enough to hurt your eyes in a dimly lit place. Andy admitted to himself that he looked cool in it, then remembered he had asked him a question.
"This one with the two moons here is pretty cool. I think this would fit my decor.
Looking towards the painting, he wondered what kind of "decor" this man would have in the rest of his house. "Decor, huh? You planning on framing this in your house? What kinda place is it?"
"Ah... It's a little one story house close to the beach. It wouldn't really fit the "decor", I was trying to sound dignified. He felt stupid but he laughed when said it.
Nathan leaned forward a little, cupping his right hand and holding it next to his mouth. "Between you and me... These people dressed up for no reason. This was supposed to be a more casual affair... But, eh, c'est la vie."
Andy raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? I don't feel bad showing up in this now."
Standing back up straight, Nathan looked around at some of his earlier works. "Was there anything in particular you liked about this painting? Because you don't just have to "pick one." I could do anything you asked me to do, it would only take a couple of days."
Andy thought about it for a second. He brainstormed some ideas quickly but nothing that he would be able to describe. Even if he could, he had grown particularly fond of the painting he was standing in front of.
"No, the more I look at this, the more I like it. How much is this, by the way?"
"This kind of painting is twenty-five hundred."
Andy blinked at the price, expecting something much higher than $2500 but he decided to grab it while he could.
"That's it? Cool. Sold."
"Uh huh... And how will you be paying for this mister....?"
Andy offered his hand, which the man accepted. He had figured that this guy would look at his clothes and see his mannerisms and write him off as just a spectator and leave him be. But he seemed different from the other people in attendance so Andy felt a little more comfortable around him.
"Andrew Stiles, but everybody calls me Andy. I don't have any cash on me right now, so, it looks like I'll have to make a run for... I mean cut you a check."
Nathan laughed out loud a little, "Right, you're a funny man. Well, when you're finished browsing, that lady over there will be more than happy to help you with the payment. I am curious though... You seem well off, but you don't act or dress it." Nathan had a puzzled look on his face. "Any reason behind that?"
Andy flourished around at all the party guests.
"I'm not "well off" like these "Fancy Pants" people around here. My money came by my own hard work, not from some inheritance or exploiting small children in Asia. So other than my money, I'm just your average Joe."
He laughed again, "Ok, Average Andy. I am a little interested in your keeping's now."
Shaking with laughter on the inside, Andy thought about the reaction this guy would have if he knew that the man he was talking to was far from average. Then he remembered that he'd probably freak and call the cops on him. Rich or poor, most everyone acted the same when it came to his kind.
"Huh. I'll let Average Andy slide. But trust me, all my keeping's are legit. I don't sling too much dope on the streets."
Nathan threw his hands out, shaking them in front of his face. "Oh, I didn't mean it in that way... I mean, you just slapped a check for a 2,500$ painting out in a blink. Most of my customers try to bargin for a thousand off... Which doesn't make any sense seeing the cars they own..."
Andy flourished again in a dismissive manner.
"Pssh. It's not that big a deal. If I hear a price I like, I'll go for it. There's no reason for unnecessary haggling. Especially since it's cheaper than I thought it would be. He reached up and adjusted his hat some. Either way, I have enough saved to live comfortably for quite a while, and twenty-five hundred won't hurt that too much." He leaned in closer to him. "You should see my car, bro. None of these fat cats got nothin' on my baby."
"I may well have to. But, I have to get back to my guests now. If you have any questions, come find me again." He began stepping back to the reception table.
Andy saluted with his fore and middle finger.
"Sure thing, chief. By the way, you never introduced yourself. What are the waiter or something?"
Nathan stopped and turned back toward Andy. "Oh no, no. This is my event. Nathan Inrid, that's me."
Andy blinked at that. He would have gleaned that from the language the man used. Saying it would only take him days to finish a painting and referring to the people as "his customers". But what kept him from doing that is the fact that aside from the stupid chick he had yelled at earlier, he had asked two other people if they knew the artist and both had described him completely different, except, he remembered all of a sudden, for the white trench coat. All of them had said he was wearing it. Maybe they were just there for the paintings and didn't care. Or someone had described him differently initially and it snowballed into different things from there. Either way Andy just wrote it off as misinformation and replied.
"Oh, really? I'd have never guessed it. I've had three different people describe you three different ways. Weird, right?"
Laughing slightly, "Yea, I get that a lot. Anyways, Pam is probably wondering what happened to me. I probably should head back. Remember what I told ya, and enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Andy Stiles."
Andy figured Pam was probably his secretary and was stuck handling all the paperwork. Andy also guessed that Nathan and Pam were more than just employer and employee, meaning she was off limits. He hoped she wasn't pretty.
"All right then, so long Nate. And just call me Andy."
Nathan bowed his head slightly and started back to Pam. He decided to take the long way around, walking closer to the forest beside the party. He spotted Tom next to a sculpture garden that had been set up closest to the forest. Before Nathan went back, he might as well personally thank Tom for his work earlier.
As Nathan walked closer, he noticed a hesitant look on Tom's face.
"Is there something wrong? I came to thank you, but you look like you just saw a ghost."
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JaySonic
Ice Breaker
Love is like real-life porn. Minus all the stuff that makes porn cool.
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Sept 9, 2008 23:59:54 GMT -6
Post by JaySonic on Sept 9, 2008 23:59:54 GMT -6
Andy began his escape from the art show after giving Ms. Pam his address. She assured him that his painting would be delivered within the next two weeks and expressed thanks for attending. The way she said it was like a recording she was just playing back for him, just going through the motions. Andy guessed that was what made a good secretary. That and being really, good looking. He thought back on his little conversation with Nathan Inrid and smirked. He felt like that was a "starting a friendship" conversation, and this friend was in a high place. Not that he would exploit that fact. Much.
He walked briskly through the thinning crowds as he began inwardly preparing himself for a run, scanning to make sure there were no objects in his direct path, keeping an eye out for spectators, tensing his legs for a quick start, and breathing deeply to get oxygen to those muscles. But as he neared the edge of the crowd, a familiar face intruded in his path and Andy groaned at the conflict he was sure it was here to bring, and spoke first to try to cut some of it off.
"Listen lady, I'm really not..."
The woman he had lost his temper all over earlier shoved a finger in Andy's face and glared at him, eyes blazing. He expressed mental interest at the fact that her fingernails were plain and non-painted, unlike the rest of the female guests attending.
"No YOU listen, bro. I.." She stopped and visibly composed herself, taking a deep breath and putting her hand down. She crossed her arms under her chest, inadvertently raising it up a bit and he couldn't help but look down at it for a second. He looked back up when she spoke again, her voice was calm, and her eyes were now just a small torch compared to earlier.
"About earlier, I'm sorry." Andy gaped at her. He wasn't expecting that. She continued. "I jumped down your throat for no reason. You did the same thing right back but at least you had a reason."
Andy continued to stare at her, wondering if this was actually happening or if he had fell and hit his head or something. He closed his mouth, then opened it to speak, but she cut him off again.
"Hold on before you say anything. I moved here to get away from my hometown and all the crap I left there. You know. Bad family, bad ex-boyfriends, bad job. Then I get here and it's all the same. Same kind of guys, moving fast when you don't want to and getting pissed and violent when you won't give it up on the second date. I got some lousy job that I'm not gonna talk about, and my folks won't stop calling me." She dropped her head. "I figured maybe it's the people I associate with. I heard about this show and figured maybe it was a good place to meet different people. Maybe if I hung out with a better crowd then i would be better off. But I hate all these guys. They're all so stuck up their own asses it's ridiculous. I was just gonna give up and go back to my crap-tastic apartment."
Andy sympathized with her on these accounts. He had moved away from hometown when he was twenty-two. His life had started to go downhill when he started stealing and began selling drugs on the street. When he almost got shot in a drug bust, he transferred his job at GPS to the Fort Quesada plant, packed up and left town immediately to get a fresh start. He parents supported him as much as they could but he eventually cut them off and started living on his own for real. He began forming a sentence but the woman continued before he could get it out.
"Then I started thinking about you and I said to myself 'He was probably a really nice guy and you just drove him away'. I came to this get-together to meet different people and your definitely different. Just look at how you're dressed. Much different than these three piece suit wearing ass-clowns. You don't look scruffy by the way."
Andy tried to accept her complement but she just talked right over him. He didn't even have time to be annoyed.
"Then I thought 'He's pretty bold to to just blow up in my face like that in front of all these people. Most guys would've just taken the abuse and left, but you just tossed it right back in my face." She looked up at the sky. "It was refreshing, in a way, to see someone like that. So I started looking for you and here we are."
Once again, Andy tried to talk and again she talked right over him. He let her continue but he wasn't gonna take this much longer. If he had to gag her with his hat he would.
"So anyway, I wanted to give you this." She grabbed his hand and put a folded piece of paper in it. Then she turned sideways preparing to leave, but still looked at him. "Give me a call sometime and who knows," she winked at him, "maybe you'll get lucky and not those rich guys I'm stalking."
With that she left him standing there holding the paper,vanishing into the crowd without a second glance back. Andy's mouth was practically on the grass. When he finally stopped gaping he opened the folded note and on it was a number, and a name. Layla Kizmin. He stared at it.
"No way in hell, or heaven, did that just happen. I am dreaming. That's exactly what's going on. You don't call women whores in public and then get their number. Just a dream."
He put the paper in his pocket and left, walking about two miles before he finally hailed a cab and had it bring him home. He stayed up till 2 a.m. thinking about Layla and the impossibility of what had happened, until he finally remembered his meeting with Jim tomorrow afternoon and figured he should get some sleep, walking to his room and crawling into bed. Layla Kizmin invaded his thoughts until sleep finally drove her out and he nodded off.
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Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Sept 25, 2008 18:23:08 GMT -6
Post by Archangel on Sept 25, 2008 18:23:08 GMT -6
Doesn't anyone at the goddamn ART SHOW know what the goddamn artist LOOKS LIKE?!
He felt himself on the verge of exploding, the way this whole evening was turning into a huge fiasco. A bandstand collapsing, a woman he assumed was a part of it trapped by his tenuous hold on her petite feet, and his mind-bending search for Nathan Inrid was enough for an entire year of trouble. He was set, paid off in advance, on his yearly "trouble" quota. If he could only find Nathan....
He had asked at least 14 people where the artist was. He had asked older couples, young gentlemen with fancy hats, women holding sketch pads, and everyone in between. And not a single one had a straight answer.
"He's...well, tall. Or maybe not too tall, but...imposing. He wears his hair right above his ears, beautiful golden hair, you can't miss it."
"Oh yes, we just spoke with him. What a nice man! Umm...short, maybe to my chin in these heels, with a beautiful smile and very straight black hair. Say hi to him, won't you?"
"Hmm? The pale gentleman with the mousey hair? I think I saw him by the champagne."
Tom was contemplating how easy it'd be to just give up and tear his own ears off when he realized that there was one fact in common: a white trenchcoat. He turned around just in time to catch Cassie's feet as she tried to edge off while his attention was away, and growled under his breath. He carefully examined the entire art show again, and finally, finally, caught the whitest of trenchcoats off to his extreme left. He tried his very best not to run, to be calm and try not to make a fuss, but it was incredibly hard to stay under control.
He ended up pulling to a stop near a sculpture garden, surprisingly similar to the one where Cassandra had found him. In fact, the exact one. And in fact almost empty. In fact...
Cassandra was gone.
He realized that he had lost control of her shoes. She was lost now, her tiny frame and elegant dress blending in with all the rest of the crowd, and he felt an intense and almost debilitating wave of frustration wash over him. A whiff, once more, of rotting flesh and plant life hit him, and he looked around, a little lost, wondering what the hell was going on tonight. And why the hell he had gotten involved.
"Is there something wrong? I came to thank you, but you look like you just saw a ghost."
For the second time that night, Tom jumped at the sound of an intruding voice. Nathan Inrid stood there, obviously curious, and Tom tried to pull himself together a bit. He felt like he was slowly fraying. A random thought (he looks nothing like what everyone decribed...) burst like a soap bubble in his brain, and he coughed, suddenly not sure at all what to say.
"Oh, umm...hello? You're Mr. Inrid, aren't you?"
He didn't wait for the answer, because, even though he was sure that this was the man he had been looking for, he needed to tell someone anyway. It just so happened that he was speaking to the right man.
"Sir...Oh, um..err... So this is really... I understand it's...unusual and... You know the bandstand incident? Of course you do, this is your show. Well, there was a problem, sir, and you saw that we fixed it, I'm sure... But you see, I think I know why it happened, and I think it was because someone made it happen, and it was... Well, I don't know why they would do it, but I think she did it, because she...her name is Cassandra and I've met her before, and I think she did it. And I had her over here, but she left, and I think she's gone now. I was coming to find you and tell you, because it IS your show, but I couldn't find you, and now I found you and she's gone and I'm not sure what to do."
He had to breathe pretty badly, considering most people have that incessant need every once in a while, and so he stopped to gasp a bit. Berating himself for sounding like an absolute idiot, his face creased in embarrassment, and he sighed.
Nicely done, Tom. Could you look any more out of place here? As if being a carpenter wasn't enough, you now sound like an idiotic carpenter.
"Uhh...you're welcome. Of course. And...the show is great. I like the...statue over there."
His voice trailed lamely off, and he sighed, letting the tension go as he felt his resignation set in. He had lost her again, and he wasn't even sure if it was important or not. Composed again, and feeling less like an idiot, he put a hand to his head and closed his eyes.
"I'm...sorry. It's been quite the evening... Please, don't mind me."
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Anna Molly™
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My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Sept 25, 2008 19:47:04 GMT -6
Post by Anna Molly™ on Sept 25, 2008 19:47:04 GMT -6
(OOC: yay 3 hour art class !) “So who was he…?” Her smile having all but vanished for the day, Ariana opened a bored hazel eye, the faintest tinge of red staining the normally pristine iris. She sat up behind the help counter and with a noticeable sigh, removed her glasses. “Lacey…I’m sure his library card stated it...as did the system…but he told you…and I’m telling you…his name is Julius.” Shining the last rectangular frame, she paused in her precise circular movements and glared to her friend. “What more can I say…?” “That’s not what I meant-” Springing up from the desk, Ari glowered down to Lacey. “What more do you WANT?” exclaimed Ari, palms slapping against the mahogany table. Twitching from her abnormal emotional outburst and embarrassed she rose her voice in what she considered to be her secondary home, she repeated her words in a hiss. “What more do you want?” “Oh, I don’t know, like…” Turning her gaze upwards as if to think about it, Lacey quickly snapped back to Ari’s face. “What the HELL just happened-” “He’s a MINDFUCK,” hissed Ariana bluntly. Lacey stood down momentarily, her face screwing up as her mind comprehended Ari’s words. Tapping her lips, her eyes soon widened as she leaned up in shock. “You had se-” “No,” interrupted Ari, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. Scowling from the genuinely perturbing idea, she put her finger in Lacey’s face. “Absolutely…never. He is a maniacal, arrogant… fuck.” Declared Ari, taking careful time to emphasize her last word. Lowering her gaze completely flustered, she mumbled under her breath rapidly in numerous languages, none of the words in her vast repertoire doing her anger justice. “Aww…” Lacey squeezed Ari’s shoulder gently; surprised she was playing the role of comforter for a change. Tilting her head, she mused out loud. “Why would you call him arrogant...?” “See for yourself,” murmured Ari. Replacing her glasses, she adjusted them over the bridge of her nose before turning her full attention onto Lacey. Displaying her hand in front of Lacey’s face, she waved her fingers slowly, an invisible spark of energy zipping from nail to nail as the air around her hand appeared to tremor. Stopping the dancing abruptly, her hand moved impossibly fast and slapped the pale girl in the forehead, the sound echoing almost as loudly as Lacey’s tumble to the ground. “Bong.” Lying spread-eagle on the floor, eyes squinted tightly with a faint red mark on her forehead, Lacey started to curse, stopping mid f-bomb. Opening her eyes, she sat up suddenly. “Aww…” Rubbing her ear, still able to feel the heat of the stranger’s whisper from Ari’s memory, she blushed with a smirk. “He seems keen on you-” “You mean before or after he stabbed me in the eye?” reminded Ariana bitterly. Ignoring Ari's third interruption for the evening, Lacey jumped to her feet and peered up to her friend. “I meant AFTER you WILLINGLY jumped back into that SHYT and he DIDN’T kill you again. Also, ‘Let us entertain you’….whose ‘us’ I wonder? Since when can you do that anyways…?” Lacey rubbed her forehead, still surprised by the influx of memories. “Way too many questions…” smiled Ari, her grin the only thing she could do to veil her anxieties. Checking in the last of several books she’d allowed to pile up in her resentment, she explained. “I’ve been training, I guess? Practicing a bit, it kills time between studying for midterms. But let us entertain you? I don’t know…could mean he has the ability to sense that you and I are…not of the norm. And he wants to have fun with that.” “And what’s the best case scenario…?” Lacey drummed her fingers along the marble countertop, her already pale complexion growing an unhealthy chalky white with the building of her nerves. Rocking back and forth on her toes, she waited for Ari’s response. “That IS the best case scenario,” stated Ari coolly. Carefully raising a brow, Ari pursed her lips. “The worst case scenario…” Being careless in her growing emotional distress, she let the remaining books inch across the table and slide into piles. Making eye contact with Lacey, she spoke as stable as fury allowed. “Worst case scenario is he meant “us” as in an organized unit of others that are fully aware of our abilities and knows a lot more about you and me than I care to imagine. If that is the case, they may have had surveillance on us for an undefined amount of time and ultimately, we would be…the pawns.” “Your move…” quoted Lacey, blue eyes wide with consternation. “Indeed.” Ari paused as her words sunk in and the realization of the potential circumstances hit home. “Tch,” shrugging, apparently no longer amused by the affair, a sigh escaped her as she picked up the finished pile of books. “It’s possible…but it’s not likely.” “You really think so?” With a grunt, Lacey hopped onto to the tabletop and glanced to Ari almost in scrutiny. Of course not. “Of course,” said Ari. Smiling gently, her joviality dropped as soon as she turned her back, her face expressing nothing in her absolute discontent. While a part of her twitched from lying to Lacey, Ari deemed it necessary considering the nature of Lacey’s abilities depended on how neurotic she became. And she’s neurotic enough. Shelving away “The Prince” into its corresponding section, she rolled her tongue over a tooth. If this is nothing, my actions were justified. If not? Well…life just got a LOT more interesting. Resisting the urge to slap her forehead, Ari rolled her eyes, not looking forward to the expected unexpected…
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Sept 26, 2008 5:34:39 GMT -6
Post by Kaisar on Sept 26, 2008 5:34:39 GMT -6
Jasmine shifted position in her tree and stretched easing the cramps from her muscles. Her inner demons seemed to have quieted down for the moment as she watched with mild interest at what was going on. There had been a tense moment when some large man had looked right at her tree as if he could tell she was there. Or maybe he could smell her, the wind might have shifted just enough for someone to catch the scent of death and decay but he turned away as some blond began to talk ot him. Even from this distance Jasmine could see he didn’t like the woman. It was spoken in volumes just by the way he held himself.
Jasmine wondered just what it was about the woman that put the big fellow on his guard. Curious about the exchange Jasmine slipped carefully down the tree and moved closer to the party and the pair. There weren’t a lot of people around them which was good it meant no one would really take much notice. Jasmine got there just in time to hear the blond speak.
"Go ahead, love. I'll just...wait for you. Ta-ta!" the big guy stormed off while the blond watched a mocking, malicious little smile playing on her lips. Jasmine felt a smile similar playing on her own mouth. Well now, this looked like fun. And she was curious, what could such a small woman do to intimidate such a big man?
When the big guy was out of sight jasmine came slaughtering up behind the blond. “My, my he certainly didn’t look too thrilled to have a pretty little whore such as yourself slobbering all over him.”
She flapped her hand in dismissal completely ignoring her insult. “He’s just playing hard to get,” the blond replied, glancing over her shoulder to study Jasmine, there was a look in her eyes Jaz wasn’t so certain she liked. “You really should have gone home and washed that god awful stench off sweetheart, you smell like an open cesspool.”
Jaz laughed softly. “Yeah I suppose so.” she tilted her head to the side her blue-blakc braid falling over her shoulder. “It’s a hazard that comes with the job.”
“I didn’t think lab-tecs from Quessada Labs hung around cesspools,” the blond replied her eyes wide with and innocents that was probably about as genuine as her tits. “But then we could be talking about some other job then couldn’t we.” Jasmines green eyes darkened until they were only black. This bitch knew, somehow she knew. “Who the fuck are you?”
Her answering smile was cold. “Just someone who knows a lot about people like us. Someone has to. You can call me Cassandra and we known an awful lot about you Jasmine Todd. That’s quite the nasty little ability you have.”
Jasmine made to grab her arm, her instinct to protect herself overriding common sense. The blond however wasn’t without speed of her own and side stepped Jasmines attempt. She snarled and turned to try again but she was already weaving away into the crowd.
Jasmine growled under her breath and pulled her scarf up over her face and then the hood before she started moving after the woman. A security guard catching sight of her and perceiving Jaz was a potential threat moved to intercept. His hand fell on Jasmine’s arm bringing her to a stop.
“I’d like you to come with me,” he said quietly. Jasmine turned her head and looked up at him then down at his hand and then covered it with her own.
“No,” and with that his body went ridged and his knees buckled even as the man began to scream in agony. The crowd around her shot back at the disturbance staring wide-eyed at the security guard who was now convulsing in obvious pain on the ground. Jasmine ignored them all trying to follow Cassandra. She wanted answers, namely just who knew what about her and what they planned on doing with that information.
Several people gagged when she got near one woman even fainted as she caught a good nose full of the smell that clung to her. Jasmine just shoved her way through, ignoring the fact that in doing so she sent a whole mass of people falling over. Then the screaming started as the party guests began to move away from her.
“Great,” she muttered her gaze catching sight of several more security guards heading her way, this time they had their guns out. “Fun times…”
“Put your hands on your head!” the nearest of them ordered his weapon trained on her. Jasmine regarded the fool for a moment and wondered if he’d really be stupid enough to open fire in the midst of a crowd. Especially when someone so innocent could get caught in the line of fire.
Jaz just arched an eyebrow at him and kept going all the while keeping an eye on the other guards as they drew near. Seeing she was surrounded and sick of trying to shove her way through the crowd. Jaz decided to change tactics. She squatted down on the ground where she stood and pressed a finger into the dirt glancing again at the crowd. The grass began to die, rotting as it spread out around her filling the air with the putrid stench of decay. The crowd screamed again scrambling to get away from the increasing ring of decay thus forcing the guards to retreat with them until a large area was cleared around her.
Certain she had enough room Jaz stood up and then ran right at the crowd crouching down at the last minute to jump. She moved so fast, the guards couldn’t get a shot off as she disappeared into the dark sky.
While the jump didn’t clear the party it did get her over the crush of the crowd. Unfortunately Jaz also landed on a long table laden with those posh party foods you saw, not to mention wine and glasses. The table shattered under the impact raining foot and wine everywhere but Jaz still didn’t stop she just continued to follow through using the momentum of her landing to again launch herself into the air and out at last of the party landing in empty park.
Brushing herself off she glanced momentarily over her shoulder at the chaos she’d caused, Jaz felt a little guilty about it but more amused then anything. Her only real disappointment was the fact she’d lost Cassandra. That woman was going to be a nightmare and no end of trouble. Maybe she’d track down the big guy next and find out what he knew about her. But not tonight. Jaz could already hear the sirens of the police, she had to get home, wash and feed lazy he was going to be very put out with her for being late with his dinner a second time in two days.
Sighing jaz took off running, avoiding the police and any chance of pursuit.
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Void
Newbee
Void of a Soul
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EXADHOS
Oct 10, 2008 15:01:46 GMT -6
Post by Void on Oct 10, 2008 15:01:46 GMT -6
"Alright everybody, it's about that time of night. Thank you all for coming and have a wonderful evening."
Nathan tried to calm the situation by making everybody think that there was a rogue woman in a cloak and dust mask.
"Nathan? You're doing this... Aren't you?"
"Yea, I am. But I'm only doing this to keep the city from going into a panic. I mean, the more they look for her, the more she's going to hide. Doesn't that make sense?"
Nathan looked over to the guard writhing in pain.
"Pam? Could you grab a few of the guards and take him to a hospital?"
"But aren't they seeing things?"
"Anybody you touch, will come to their senses and stop seeing this illusion. After everybody else leaves... I'm heading home for the night. Thanks for everything Pam."
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"So much happened today. First the stand... then that Andy guy... Then Tom acting strangely, then that masked woman..."
He took off his coat and hung it up, before striping down to shower.
"Why does my life have to be so complicated... And why does that remind me of a song?" He shrugged it off and got into the shower.
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JaySonic
Ice Breaker
Love is like real-life porn. Minus all the stuff that makes porn cool.
Posts: 129
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EXADHOS
Apr 22, 2009 15:33:05 GMT -6
Post by JaySonic on Apr 22, 2009 15:33:05 GMT -6
Andy awoke to an all to familiar sensation, one that he hadn't felt in a very, long time. He let it continue for a while before he spoke up.
"Hmmm...Tina. When'd you get this good?"
A muffled female voice answered back.
"Tina? Who's that?"
"Oh, an old girlfriend of mine. She was the last person to..." he finally heard himself talking and jerked his head up to see Layla Kizmin stop bobbing up and down just long enough to say, "Morning" and then continue about her business.
"WHAT THE...!?" Andy fell out of his bed in confusion, pulled his boxers up and propped himself up on his arms. Layla, who was topless, sat up and pouted, turning her gorgeous face into an amazingly cute face, making him seriously wonder why he just got out of bed.
"Aww, why'd you move? Before you got up, you looked like you were almost finished."
She put her finger on her lower lip and smirked a little, again making him question his actions.
"HOW did you get IN here?"
She crossed her arms and pouted again.
She has got to stop doing that.
"You left your door open." She pointed at him. "You know just because you live away from the city, doesn't mean you shouldn't lock your door."
Andy stood up and looked around, for what he didn't know.
"How did find out where I lived anyway?"
"It's not like your not listed. I mean...
"Anyway you waant it, That's the way you need it, Any way you want it. "
"Huh?"
Andy opened his eyes in the real world, sat up and looked around his bedroom.
"Wow, that sucks." He shut off his player/alarm clock before he glanced at the big red 10:00 on it. Sundays were his training days so he liked to get up early to get it over with. But today was a little different.
"Sorry Journey, no training today. I've got a meeting to attend."
He hopped in and out of the shower, put on some blue jeans, and a small blue t-shirt, took his cell-phone off his table and held down 7 to speed-dial a contact of his. He let it ring for a while and when it gave him the option to hit 1, 2, or 3, he hit 9. It rang once and was immediately answered by a voice with a heavy New-York accent.
"Stiles! You son-of-a-bitch, what are you callin' my phone for, huh?"
Andy put on a New York accent of his own.
"Ahh, shut-up Serge, you fat-ass gavone, before I come over there and break your freakin' arm."
"Oh' your gonna break my arm, eh? C'mon over, I know you can be here in a few seconds, let's do it."
"Ahh, you ain't worth it."
"Not worth it, he says." He hears some laughter in the background then, "Andy, it's good to hear from ya, kid. What do you need? Better yet, whaddya got for me?"
He strolled over to his couch and fell into it, free hand behind his head.
"Not me this time buddy. A friend of mine I'm most likely gonna send over there. I'm gonna need you to take care of him. Special treatment for me. Alright?"
"Oh, great. I hope this doesn't turn out like the last guy. It took me weeks to clear that mess up. Can I get some details on the guy, or are you just gonna float me up the river on that one?"
Andy pointed at an imaginary Serge in front of him.
"Hey, I've told you a thousand times, I didn't know that last guy was a cop, alright? And even then, he wasn't undercover or anything, he just wasn't careful at all and went flaunting shit around like he was immortal. I am not responsible."
"Yeah, well he better thank God your such a nice, caring guy, or i'da had him beaten to a coma."
Serge laced nice and caring with so much sarcasm, Andy could practically feel it coming out of his phone.
"Alright, okay, I get it. He's still a kid, can't be more than twenty-two, five-ten or eleven, kinda brownish-red hair, a little on the muscled side. Goes by the name Jim. Don't know his last name. He's not in school from what I know, he's in a band, pretty good one at that, except there first gig all their amps exploded so he's lookin' for a job to pay for new ones, which is where I come in to help."
Andy heard Serge snap his fingers than repeat everything he had said to someone in the background, writing it down he guessed. He waited until he was spoken to again.
"So why all the trouble for this guy, huh? He save your life or something? Didn't think you'd of all people would need the help."
"I think he might be someone like me, so I'm helping him out to get a little closer to him, ya know."
"Hmm, I get it. Okay, Stiles, we'll take care of the kid for ya. But if he turns out any like the last guy, me and you are done, capiche?"
"Thanks, Serge, I appreciate it."
"Hey, I'm serious kid. I do what I do for you because on top of being a good guy, me and my family owe you our lives. But if you trying to extend that perk to other people who aren't credible messes up what I do for a living, messes up what I do to support my family, me and you can't associate anymore. Understand?"
Andy nodded, "I understand Serge, I understand."
"Good, good. Now tell me, how come you don't visit anymore, huh? All business, no pleasure for you, is that it? Gianna asks about you all the time, and Tina and Mike wonder how you're doin' too. Especially Tina. Don't be so much of a stranger, eh?"
"Okay, I get it Serge, I gotta go alright? I'll come visit next time I get a chance. Cool? Bye."
"Alright then. See Ya, kid."
Andy hung up and laughed at the coincidence of him having a dream where he mentioned Tina, and then she turns up in a conversation not 20 minutes later. He thought about Layla for a second and contemplated calling her while he was at it, but decided it was to early.
"Nothing to do but wait for Jimmy boy now."
He grabbed the remote and cut on his stereo in the living room. It shuffled to Micheal Jackson's "You Rock My World" and Andy danced into his kitchen to make a little breakfast.
"Today seems like it's gonna be a good day."
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