Mission One – Gantz series.

 

 

 

RP Summary : Roughly 30 years ago, immigrant aliens began moving to Earth. They take on a wide variety of forms, making it harder to locate them. Only recently, the Gantz spheres were created in a factory in Germany after a rich man’s mentally ill daughter begins transmitting messages to him. The numbers she constantly uttered were turned into a message and the spheres were created, though turning it into a game was totally by choice. It is unknown who sent the transmissions to Earth (until the very end of the manga).
The spheres act as transports for players, as well as gives them their targets and tallies their points. When it opens, green text appears on its surface, informing those present that their “lives have ended and now belong to him”. A picture and brief (and totally useless) information is shown on some of the Gantz’ targets; Gantz orders them to go and kill them. After a period of time which varies between missions, everyone except Gantz is transported to the location of the mission. Those sent cannot return from the mission until all enemies have been killed or the time has run out, and if they attempt to go home, their heads will explode after walking toward the border set by Gantz. If they survive a successful mission, each individual is awarded points for all the aliens they have killed, and after that, the participants are allowed to leave and live their lieves as they see fit until Gantz summons them back again for their next mission.
Meanwhile, a specific alien race is planning to invade Earth in order to make it their home after their planet was destroyed. This is known as the “catastrophe countdown” to the players once they learn of it.

Now Frank the Detective is part of the Mission one strike team.  They are encountering their first ever alien.
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Astoria Park – Queens, NY

Evolution Alien

Characteristics:
Adaptive
Regenerative
Static

Likes:
Heat
Radiation

Dislikes:
Cold
Being touched

Quote:
Bloop

 

VunG:  Practically the moment the team beamed in they would be able to pretty clearly see where the infestation was… though that probably wouldn’t help actually dealing with the issue. To the untrained eye, it looked like the park had the world’s most aggressive tumor, ling pinkish-brown tendrils laced their way across everything, ranging in size from what appeared to be earth worms on the ground to enormous tentacles the size of tree trunks. And they seemed to stretch in every direction without rhyme or reason, instead randomly connecting almost everything it could, the tendrils occasionally pulsing with some bulge, which would seem to be very warm to the touch if anyone tried to touch it. The tendrils didn’t actually head towards some center, but rather connected at enormous truck-sized bulges, many of which seemed to have what might have once been a tree sticking out of them. Speaking of touching the tendrils, anyone touching them would find them somewhat flexible, but still a bit firm, somewhat like an elephant’s skin, and coated in a foul-looking goo like a hagfish. The whole place STANK of decay mixed with feces mixed with fish, and to those with weaker stomachs might be enough to get them to vomit. That said, while the tendrils were quite clearly present, they certainly weren’t moving all that much or even seemed to be all that much of a threat.

Moo:  Seeing as Trent was the first to be beamed into the area, he would look around briefly. There was no movement from him made in order to near whatever the hell this alien was. Instead, he pulled out a device, flipping it open from this attachment on the arm of his suit. Nobody else would have this, because nobody grabbed them from the second room of the apartment. Nobody had so much as opened the door to glance inside. Trent let it turn on as the second person began scanning into the area not far off from him and glanced down at it. With everything illuminated on the screen, he pressed a button and faded away. Oh, Trent was still there and would be able to see and interact with everyone, but they wouldn’t see him. He was on a different frequency now.

So as Z scanned into the area and looked around, she wouldn’t see Trent anywhere. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, she merely stepped forward and pulled a gun from a holster. Though before she would even look at the alien, she definitely smelled it. The woman pulled her hand up to her nose and mouth, making a disgusted face while she let out an eugh! sound of displeasure. How terrible that stench was! Breathing as well as possible without actually up-chucking, Z looked around with her single good eye while waiting for the others to scan as well. Hopefully D.T would be right behind her, as he would likely be unaffected by the smell and thus more helpful than she could ever hope to be.

Fu:  

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– He would be beamed in right after Z had been not too long after and would appear in a hunched over position before he picked himself up and stood upright. He would soon see that only Z was here and no one else besides the mass of flesh that was in the park if it could ever be considered a being in its own right. D.T did not enjoy the fact his Master had shown signs of unpleasantness and would stand around her as if attempting to block her from her displeasure , in a sense trying to clean the air to whatever effect it could be accounted for. –

” Are you Ok Master ? You seem to be in a predicament and I wish to assist you . ”

– Without D.T’s knowing his suit glowed purple and would occasionally fade out before glowing purple once more , his eye sclera’s would both turn black similar to how he was able to do one normally and it would bring some alertness to his Master if she saw it . D.T had no clue what was happening at the moment as he was too focused on his Master to take any other matters into his own hands , he overheard the fact they had something to do at the park but he kept that as a secondary priority right now which was succeeded by his will to protect his Master before anything else . Somehow his Dynamo’s / although altered to match with his suit / appeared in the box labeled for him and due to such he did not have any other weapons with him , thankfully his suit also came with holes in the hand sockets to allow him to conduct energy . This suit was truly meant for him. –

Lisra:  
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Sage scanned into the new area, it took her a few seconds to realize that she was okay before she stopped screaming and looked around. The smell hit her instantly, the vile stench was enough to have her puking. “Dammit…” She mumbled, wiping her mouth she suddenly noticed that she wasn’t alone.

“Where are the other people…” The question more to herself than anything, her voice was barely more than a whisper, she wasn’t use to being around so many people; even if there was only two. In the other place there was a rather large group of people, did they not make it? Was there really only three survivors?

“What the heck it that thing!” The enormous slimy tentacles made her want to puke again but she managed to keep it down. But damn Sage wasn’t built for this shit, heck she would rather of been kidnapped than deal with this…Whatever this was.

Clutching her watch in her hands she found it hard to breath, she began wheezing uncontrollably “S-Shit.” She didn’t have her inhaler, her asthma attack couldn’t have come at a worse time. Backing away from the group she tried to make herself unnoticeable, they couldn’t help her anyway.

Razorbackwriter:

 

Frank stumbled as he appeared on the road with the others from the Gantz room. Dressed in the customary black suit, that showed off every lump, bump and bulge, Frank looked like part of the team, but he sure as hell didn’t act like it. The rush of being broken apart and then put back together so rapidly, made him feel like a wonka bar that had just been sent by Wonkavision. Frank’s eyes rolled around in his head till he got his bearings, and then he got a whiff of the giant slug tentacle monster that was to be their target.

“Holy mother puss bucket!” Frank blurted loudly, his face screwing up as the stench invaded his nostrils. “That’s…disgusting.” yes, yes it was. And not just ugly as sin to look at either. The reality of what was there….all slimy and shit, made Frank remember the alien that had taken Rory. Was this pink…slime blob related to the creature that took his best friend?

Withdrawing his pistol from his holster, he aimed it at the creature. Problem was, it was so freaking huge, he didn’t know where to shoot it first.

 

“What the heck it that thing!”

“One ugly ooga booga!” Frank shouted. He then saw the girl who had asked beginning to wheeze uncontrollably. Like…she was an asthmatic. “Fuck…” He knew that the girl was going to have trouble, and seeing her back away, Frank was pretty sure that she was having an attack. Knowing others were on the site and aiming at the slimo, Frank went to the girl’s aid. Lowering his gun, he turned and moved quickly to get to her side.

“You gotta try and calm. Okay? Nice..long..deep breaths.” Each word he said was done with a pause in between as he tried to show her how to breath. Maybe Frank was being foolish for thinking he could help her, but he just couldn’t let the poor girl feel she was on her own. They were all in the same boat.

~RB~

 

Ota:  Alice appeared a little after the others had made it onto the scene, but the smell immediately got into her nose and she placed a hand over her mouth slightly once she had fully been rebuilt. She’d let out a groan, one similar to a person not wanting to wake up from her sleep or something similar to that of a person who was annoyed and possibly tired. Of course, she would then take the body suit out from beneath her clothes and try slipping it onto the clothes she had on at the moment. Her jeans didn’t give a problem, but of course her coat did and she let out a sigh. Taking off her coat, she would slip the rest of the body suit on before putting the coat on top. Then slipped back on her boots. After that she let out a sigh.

Her body was giving off much more radiation than the human body, however her body temperature wasn’t as hot as a human beings. It was mostly cybernetics with bio-metals of some kind. Almost like a cat, she blocked out her sense of smell and walked towards the others who were investigating the creature that was slimy and rather hot. Frowning a little bit as she got closer, she stopped nearby Frank and the girl who was wheezing. She then looked at the gun that she held in her hand then towards the creature that was spread throughout the park. “Quite the mess we have here, huh.” She was talking regularly now as she now seemed to have started to grin a little. “Seems like some oversized bacteria…”

Zu:  

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When Kenny came from the beam, due to his positioning when being hit by the laser, he stumbled onto the ground with his bum being the first to land. He looked around, seeing nothing but… something that he had no idea what it was, besides gross. The smell didn’t even affect him, because the only thing he was wondering was what the hell was going on. He got up, took a look around the place that surrounded him and the team he was paired with. Kenny was only here for a few moments and everything was happening far too fast.

“Okay, someone tell me what the hell is going on!” he shouted with a demanding tone. Kenny should be dead, so why was here and with this uniform that housed a weapon he was unfamiliar with. What the hell was that room and that black sphere thing? What was this place, it did look like something he knew but he couldn’t be too sure. All Kenny wanted was answers.

 

VunG:  The enormous creature didn’t seem to pay the individuals much mind, just allowing them to have their little conference in the park. It was marginally aware of them, though perhaps ‘aware’ wasn’t quite the right word. Upon the people puking, they would notice a few tendrils reaching out towards those who had puked, touching them slightly with its slimy skin and occasionally touching the vomit experimentally before leaving it be. The tentacles didn’t seem to like the feel of the suits, and depending on location would either retract or go around the individual. A few of the larger tendrils would slowly begin to shift, but it wasn’t attacking, rather just moving so that its feelers could better investigate this new and unusual sensation.

And to the person using the sensor… well… good news and bad news. Good news: it could quite clearly sense the boss alien. Bad news: EVERYTHING was the boss alien. This was a single huge organism.

 

Moo:  This thing…whatever it was…was totally massive. Z looked at it, despite her disgusted expression. It took a few moments before she was sure she could even manage to speak to D.T, as the stench was so strong. “..Y-yeah.” Gagging slightly, she covered her mouth with the back of her arm. “I’m fine.” As for her predicament, yeah, she was definitely in one; a huge one at that. They were supposedly here to kill this thing. With all the tentacles, it was slightly intimidating to think about–nobody should assume it would be an easy task due to the slow movements of the larger tentacles, as there were also a wide array of smaller ones sprouting from the ground or covering surrounding areas. “Any ideas on how to kill this thing, D.T?” Z was more or less ignoring the others in the group for a few minutes. Not that she wanted to seem stuck up or unapproachable, but she wanted to ensure there was some sort of game plan. And honestly, she thought D.T would be more useful than the gun she was holding. She looked down at it now, noticing for the first time this evening that there were two triggers. Peculiar…astounding, even…

Okay, someone tell me what the hell is going on! From all the background noise, this guy grabbed Z’s attention first. She blinked, turning to look at the group behind her. Some wheezing girl, that abnormal girl who sounded like a computer, a…weird guy saying a bunch of things that made Z feel less crazy… and some kid with an attitude, among others who hadn’t put on their suits and looked twice as clueless as she felt. Then that guy she’d observed earlier was totally missing. Was this some kind of set up after all?… What a night this was turning out to be. Z sighed. “Anybody have any ideas?” she asked with a raised voice. Even if D.T had offered something, she had to hear others…if everyone would cooperate, that is. “…Everyone! We should gather and figure something ou-“

Too late. From somewhere unknown, Trent fired off his gun at the mass of tentacles. It was close enough to the group to be concerned, if he did in fact cause a ruckus. He really was just here for his own enjoyment after all. And nobody would be able to find him as he was on his own frequency. Chuckling might have been heard if someone was close enough to his vicinity, but it would fade while he moved away again. “Get some balls and shoot it,” he called out. “Fuck planning, play the game like it’s meant to be played, assholes.”

 

 

 

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Melting onto you – GS.

Tommy and Elissa had enjoyed a wonderful dinner…and now it was time for desert.

Scene setting : Tommy’s apartment – Gantz series.

Co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter;  At this moment, there was simply no one alive more beautiful to Tommy than Elissa. The way she smiled at him and sweet movements to scoot close as she could to him to embrace him gently. Tommy moved his hand away from her face so that he could strum her thigh, which was now draped over Tommy’s own legs. She was making herself comfortable, that was for sure, and after the meal – who could blame her?

Even though Elissa couldn’t speak audibly, it was like she didn’t need to. Tommy could just stare at her all night long, if he had the chance. Enraptured by her….all of her. He eased back into the couch further, not even bothering to reach for a remote, or try to avert her attention any other way. The music was perfect in the background, and she was right about the ambiance. Just holding her was enough. Oh, he could whip her up and carry her off to the bedroom in caveman style, and then make hard and passionate love to her for hours, but when it came down to it, the way he felt about Elissa was so much deeper than just pleasing the body. In his heart…his mind, he wanted to savor the closeness. Like it was forming an unbreakable bond between them. Tommy wanted to be loving…slow with his touch. Actually explore her in a way that could have him memorize her body just from his fingertips.

Tommy kept smiling at her, as he reached up again and started to toy with her hair, winding it around his fingers just to feel the softness. He dipped his head so that he could run his nose through her hair again, like he had that night in her apartment. She would be able to feel the heat of his breath as he breathed out of his nose. Tommy closed his eyes and just let his hands wander freely across her. She was soft…warm. With Elissa, Tommy was truly home.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was so rare that Elissa felt so thoroughly understood by someone, when she felt like her disability was nonexistent. With Tommy she felt as if she were back to normal, like she was how she’d been all those years ago. Every smallest beat of the music seemed to add to this gentle mood, the soft light, the soft touch of his hands, it was all that she could have ever wanted from this moment. They were content, they were happy, and they were together.

She could keep going with a frantic pace forever, or so she felt, but she wasn’t that base. There was a time when she enjoyed the slower moments of life, almost preferred them at some point… and now that she had one of those happening now she didn’t want to let go. As Tommy’s hands slowly traced across her, her own would begin to feel his, her eyes closing as she tried to learn every curve of her beloved’s body, just savoring him in every way she could. As he began toying with her hair, she felt a girlish smile appear on her face and she leaned into him a little to allow him better access, and eventually she wrapped her arms around him and just embraced him, letting out a deep, content sigh. This was what she needed… with Tommy she felt safe… she felt valued… she felt like she could just be herself, not just as she was now, but as she used to be.

 

Razorbackwriter;  God, she had the most beautiful smile. Tommy had been lucky enough to see it, when he moved his head back slightly, and was just watching her when his fingers toyed with her hair. What was even better, only he was privy to it. Those lips…boy did they need kissing. With her moving her arms around him so that she could embrace him, Tommy chose that moment to kiss her softly. And it wasn’t just one kiss either. He kissed her feather light, then tugged at her bottom lip after hearing that contented sigh. Did she have any idea just what she did to him? Her fingers had awoken his skin with her playful strumming. Lightly dancing across his body as she did the same thing he did. Explore.

Tommy pulled her up and then made it so that she was straddling him upon the sofa. He wanted nothing more than to gaze up into her eyes. To feel her hair flow down against his cheeks, to make a veil from which no one else could see.

 

He started to unzip her dress from behind, the zip sliding down ever slowly exposing her back – till he reached for the straps and pulled them back down to fall from her shoulders. Tommy’s eyes darkened when he saw her exposed skin, radiant and so warm to touch. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and placed a kiss just shy of where her bandaging was from the gunshot. His lips barely touching, yet his tongue wormed out from between his lips to lick the naked skin.

Tommy’s eyes flickered up to stare at hers. All the love he felt for her was now rising to the fore. There was no escaping the truth….he was crazy about her. Did she have any idea the other two women that were still fighting to have him, and yet here he was – with the woman he adored straddled across his lap.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh, how Tommy’s eyes seemed to light up… the smile on his lips was a joy of course, but the one in his eyes was something entirely in a league in its own. As he brought his lips up to hers, Elissa was fully expecting to be kissed fully, but what she received instead was the most tender, soft, ethereal kiss she’d ever experienced, and ironically this was far more powerful to her. With her lips touching his ever so gently, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, embracing the moment, trying to move in tune with his, keeping their lips just barely in contact. She would gladly adjust as he brought her to straddle him, her hair falling just as they both desired to brush his cheeks and guard them against peering eyes.

As she felt and heard the dress beginning to come unzipped, she would gladly help him, still moving with what grace she could, shrugging off the fabric and letting it fall into his lap, leaving her upper body entirely bare to him. Everywhere his fingers traced she felt a wonderful electricity lance through her… oh she could not describe just what he was doing to her. This man had, in seemingly no time at all, wormed his way into her heart and, now, Tommy was all she wanted. As his lips touched that still somewhat tender area she let out a deep, wonderful sigh, eyes fluttering at the feeling; it may have been tender, but that served just as well for passion here. She found herself raising her chin softly, offering him whatever part of her he desired.

And as their eyes met, she knew without the slightest shadow of a doubt that this was deep for Tommy… this was something that he felt from the bottom of his heart… and now she realized that she felt it too. Slowly her hands would begin to peel back his shirt, in no hurry to rush this moment, but as she was enraptured by his lips’ and tongue’s touch, she could only think of that to do. Her breathing wasn’t quite heavy, but it was clear form the look on her face that she was completely in this moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  At the drop of the dress that now pooled around her slim waist, Tommy was able to take in the joy of seeing her naked upper torso. Bare shoulders that he was already moving across slowly, with his wayward tongue and soft lips. He wanted to savor every part of her – travel the course of her body with his mouth, fingers and his tongue. The music in the background seemed to fade away as the beating of his heart and the wondrous sound of her quickening breaths were the symphony that he wished to hear. At the rise of her chin, Tommy let out a heady growl, and arched upward so he might now suckle at her neck. Teasing and nipping at it, while his free hand moved around to the small of her back – drawing her into him more. Almost like he was trying to support her so she didn’t fall back. The flicker of her hair touching his cheek sent a thrill through him, and his fingers started to dig into her back. Flinching and feeling the softness of her skin, while his lips were busy working along the nape of her neck.

Elissa had already pulled off his shirt, which was now discarded on the floor, and they were now both bare chested. Skin touching skin. Tommy was taking it all slowly. Unlike the first night that they spent together. This was how it should have been. True love making. Letting the petting and kissing linger so that it brought them up to a dizzying height, that when they did free fall into orgasmic bliss, it would be of the kind that had been written by the great romantic authors.

Tommy drew his head back….a fine line of saliva falling from his bottom lip as he stared up at her in wonderment. She was even more beautiful in the glow of the candlelight. It was almost as though she wasn’t even real. A dream that he could touch and feel. She was a goddess of his waking dreams, a siren that did not need a voice to call him into her. Tommy brought both arms around her in a sudden movement as he rested his cheek to her chest, cradling her to him as though he never wanted to let her go. He panted for a moment, before he felt the hardness of her nipples, only turning his head so he could envelope one into his mouth. A groan unlike any she would have heard before escaped him, as he started to nip and suck at it – his hands firmly holding her back.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa let out a deep, heady sigh as Tommy’s lips went on their journey up to her neck, the sensation of his touch drowning out all other thoughts or ideas from her mind. Her hands simply held onto his shoulders, keeping herself balanced and drawing her to him as his hands did the same. It was probably wise that he was holding her, because as it was she felt like leaning back a bit, letting herself get lost in the feel of his grip, his fingers’ touch more pleasant than anything else in the world. This was how love-making was supposed to go, not just quick sex and finish it, but to slowly savor it, let the music of the body dictate action, to slowly build yourself up into a booming crescendo. And as her fingers caressed at his shoulders and he at her body, their skin so tight and his body illuminated so wonderfully in the candle light… ah she could ask for nothing better.

She let out a slightly startled, but amused gasp as his grip shifted, but happily allowed it, pausing to kiss the top of his head while her hands reached down his back a bit. And then, he began to kiss at her breast, and while she had no idea why it was, it absolutely drove her wild inside. She tilted her head back and let out a deep whisper of, “Hhyesss…” her breathing deepened by the feeling. In desperation to feel more of that, she groped at her other hand, holding herself as tight as she could into him, wanting him to keep going, to take her however he felt, to just let themselves be absorbed into each other.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The sound that Elissa made drove Tommy to want to explore his beauty all the more. His hands cradled her back while he continued to suck at her right breast with a fervor that would make her feel truly a woman. All she could see would be the top of his head and hear the sound of his lips smacking and sucking her skin into his eager mouth. He wasn’t going hard, but there was an intensity to his actions. He moaned deeply, his fingers digging in and out of her back – flexing, almost like he was kneading her skin. He only pulled away enough that his eyes trailed to the other one, and with the nipple fully erect and hard, he needed to experience that one as well. Tommy groaned her name before taking her into his mouth again, all the while he was growing beneath her. Wriggling in his seat as he became uncomfortable in his denim jeans. They were restricting him now, since his eagerness meant that he was now swelling.

The music continued to play the soundtrack to their ministrations, with Tommy losing himself to his bewitching lover. His tongue flicked and he started to nip at her taut nipples. Tracing his tongue slowly around the swollen areola. Tommy bit down and then drew his head back so he was stretching her breast out to only let go and watch it spring back. His cheeks were now flushed, and hungrily he started to lick away at her breast, enticing her to beg for more – or order him to take her to the next level.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Ah, Tommy’s mouth felt like a work of art right now… the work it did to her, the sounds that came from it, it all was maddening. As he worked his magic on her, her own fingers squeezed at his back, unable to come up with something other than be consumed in this wonderful moment. She would sigh and occasionally let out a soft moan-like sound at his work, especially when she felt herself pushed from below by something that was quite obviously male and hard. With his attention shifted, she groped her free breast and would continue to make assorted sounds of pleasure, almost wanting to tear his pants off, but too enraptured by his treatment to bother. Eventually he would go and pull on her nipple, and she would make a sound almost like she was being pulled taught like a bow before “firing” when he released. It was kind of strange how her breast reacted to that, and while it was a touch painful, it was still intriguingly enticing.

As he continued to work away, she let out another sigh, using one hand to push her onto her breast again, wanting to keep this going, to just keep building this tension. In the meantime though, she slowly began to undo his pants, to get that little soldier free for both of them. When they were ready to continue, she wanted as little delay as possible.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Completely lost in the moment of tasting his beautiful Elissa, Tommy didn’t realize that she was now delving lower with her hand to unfasten his belt buckle and start to slowly undo his pants. Such nimble fingers working on a sole objective to release his hardness from the confines of his weathered jeans. it gave way easily enough, with his thickened member now pushing hard against the soft cotton of his briefs. Tommy let out a groan as he felt the belt and pants give way, and he stopped the licking to stare up at her in wonder. She’d already been pushing her own breast in to massage it, while he had been teasing her other breast so hungrily. Now both were covered in the glaze of his saliva.

“Up.” Nick said but one word, that he hoped she’d understand so that he could wiggle out of his jeans and kick them off onto the floor at his feet. He wanted to go further than just foreplay. Dinner was now a distant memory, and he was now very excited, wanting to feel her again from the inside.

Once she knelt upward of him so he had freedom to move, he would ease back down beneath her, only with his bare skin touching the leather of the couch. He was fully erect and on display for her – an eager smile upon his lips.

“Down you come.” Nick reached for her hips, so that he could help position her over him in just the right place. His own hips moving up off the couch, so she could feel him waiting for her….aching.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa didn’t mind the fact that her breasts were covered in his saliva, in fact the coolness it provided was strangely pleasant, and again the work done to get them that way was more than worth it. Once she got his pants undone, she would gladly feel it around a bit, squeezing him slightly and running her fingers across the tip, even if it was just through the cotton. It wouldn’t last long though, and soon her beloved Tommy would decided that he wanted to continue with this, do it proper and pleasure both of them properly. Fine by her. She obediently lifted up for him when asked, hands on his shoulders for balance while got his pants off and moved her dress away (forgot if it was still there, but not anymore). She wouldn’t even need his statement to come down, she would gladly look down at his wondrously pleasing member once all was off and would reach down with her right hand to grasp it lightly under the tip, her thumb rubbing him slightly as she thought to line everything up.

Once he told her what to do though, she would slowly bring herself down onto him and, as she felt contact she let out a deep sigh of pleasure and looked up towards the ceiling as she slowly pushed herself on. She bit her lip as she sheathed him fully, cherishing the wonderful feeling of having him inside her. When she’d pushed as far as she could go, she looked back down at him, a longing look in her eye as she leaned in to him, touching her lips to his while her fingers squeezed onto his shoulders, bringing her other hand back up in the meantime. She was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at her, and right now she felt like having a deep, slowly, passionate night with him. Assuming he had no qualms, she kiss him fully with a soft sensual hum and slowly lift herself up (mostly with her legs), then when the music told her to brought herself back down, bathing in the simple bliss of this flawless moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The music was slow…sensual. The perfect accompaniment to their love making. In fact, it set the tone, and timing to which his lover could now move. With her straddling him in all her glory – her body shining and glistening, Elissa was like a goddess. One that Tommy wanted to worship with all he had within him. Although he had given her the orders on how to move so that he could free himself from his jeans and jocks, now she was in a position of power. Tommy eased back even further into the leather lounge, staring up at Elissa’s face. Nothing beat watching the changing expressions as she lowered herself down upon him. The drop of her bottom lip, before drawing it in enough to chew. God he wanted to bite that lip now. But he soon got swept away as she enveloped him. Squeezing the shaft with her inner ribbed folds of flesh. It was hot…wet, and down right wonderful.

 


Feeling her dig her nails into his bare shoulders, Tommy released an animal like grunt. Elissa came down and took him all the way in. So far he was practically in her womb. The right corner of his lip curved upward slightly and when she had left a trace of a kiss upon his lips, he breathed “Fuck me slow…make every bounce count.”

His large hands reached around so that he could hold those glorious mounds in his grip. He wanted to feel her every quake and shiver as she used him for her own ends. He wanted to see her reach her climax – to see her truly blossom as a woman upon him. To go slow would only give them more sexual satisfaction. Elissa was Tommy’s sexual siren…the woman with no voice who used her body to sing to the heavens.

Tommy hardened all the more inside her. Rock hard and twitching.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa wasn’t even trying to be in power; as far as she was concerned Tommy was her king. The way the light cast on him, this wonderful setting he’d created, how kindly he’d treated her, his warm embrace, she knew that she was falling for him. She had been slower than him to realize it, but now that the thought was registering she was on a nosedive… and she was perfectly fine with that. She wanted to do everything she could for him in this moment, to share the pleasure as fully as possible while they made deep, passionate love in this wonderful night. His words were redundant to her plans, but reassuring that they were on the same wavelength.

As his hands gripped her backside and she felt him encouraging her forward, she would gladly lift herself up and bring herself down onto him, beginning a slow, gentle pace. She wasn’t really bouncing, she had control the whole way through and was making sure to run the full length of the shaft every time. Her lips very quickly came to embrace his and she would begin her trademark wispy moans into his mouth, her every action full of passion, but slow and intimate. She had every intention of slow burning this and praising Tommy’s body with her every motion–to embrace this love without the timidness she’d shown earlier. The feel of his stone hard member sliding ever so pleasantly through her folds was incredible, but what truly made this was the intimate nature here… and she was going to milk it for all it was worth, only speeding up at a very gradual pace.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Their slow moving shadows were now cast against the wall behind them. The music a sweet symphony to their coupling, as Elissa took to the task of making love to Tommy just as he had asked. Tommy closed his eyes as he let himself give in to the moment. That delicious feeling of her enveloping him till she could take no more was sheer heaven. Not just that, but matched with her deep kisses that were coupled with those gentle moans, he felt that he was making love to an angel of heaven. This was heaven on earth, right in his own lounge room. The pace was perfect. Not too fast that she would smack her skin to his, but just enough to get a good rhythm building between them. His hands started to slide from the hold he had upon her ass cheeks, to that of her back. Strumming it delicately with his coarse fingers as though she was an instrument of love. The embodiment of passion. Watching her rise and fall, as he opened his eyes brought about another wolfish grin that he could hardly suppress.

 

Tommy groaned loudly, but then he suddenly wanted a change in tact. Huskily he whispered, “I’m hungry for you.” Sure, he was enjoying her upon him, but this sudden urge to delve into her sweet flesh was rising faster than he could contain. Lifting her off him, he laid her down on the couch, with one leg hanging off the side and the other bent upon the soft of the leather. He crawled up onto all fours, and took the higher leg, draping it over his shoulder. He was now licking his lips as he stared at her most intimate place. The wetness of her lips, and the redness of skin was almost crying out to him to be savored. “God, you’re so wet.”

Without a moment’s hesitation he buried his face deep into her nether regions. lapping slowly at her dew covered folds. Tasting the goodness, as his tongue wound up and flicked deep inside her warmth. When he looked up at her, he would replace his tongue with two fingers, to pump in and out slowly, his lips and nose already wet from her ministrations. “Like that?” He ran his tongue across his top row of teeth, before going back under for more of her.

~RB~

 

 

 

A few dead penguins – GS.

 

Leaving the boy behind with the nuns was a very bad idea.  Father Thomas and Rufus were in for a terrible shock.

Scene setting : St Luke’s Cathedral – Gantz series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu:  

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Finally, after things had settled, Manny left himself on his knees, a large and sinister smile on his face while looking up at the portraits of baby Jesus, the man who could not save the nuns devoted to his lifestyle. All he could do was laugh: laugh at their pathetic lives before his arrival, laugh at the establishment he ripped through, laugh at the thoughts that could run through the others who had left the women to their deaths. He found it funny, bone-chilling good. When his laughter died down, he just got up without even thinking, let alone speaking, and walked off with a dead-serious expression on his face. He’ll leave this mess for God’s children to clean up.

 

Razorbackwriter:

After an exhaustive search that had seen Father Thomas and his trusty side kick Rufus come up empty handed in trying to find Sister Stevie – they were on their way back to the Cathedral. Slowly walking along the now empty streets, Rufus was sucking on a blueberry slurpee, while his boss, Father Thomas was muttering to himself. How could a bloody nun just vanish like that? All she was to do was buy a packet of cookies and bring them to the church, but she couldn’t even get that right. Rufus, who had bought his slurpee in the 7 Eleven that Sister Stevie was meant to go to, had asked the Indian shop keeper if he had seen the nun. No one in a nun’s habit had been seen in his shop that night, but the footage on the surveillance camera did show her walking past over two hours before. So…she had been on the street, and then simply vanished. This was partly why Father Thomas was so cross. His skills at apprehending and sending evil doers onto God, were something of underground folk lore. He considered himself to be a modern day Van Helsing. He just didn’t look as hot as Hugh Jackman, and he also had a nasty temper.

As Rufus tried to keep up with him, he asked. “So why are we going back to the church? Why not try the east side? Maybe she went to stop in at the homeless mission?” This was a good reason, but still didn’t add up. Father Tom was just about to enter the cathedral gates, when he noticed that the nun’s van was still parked out the front. They should have locked up and gone back to their home hours ago. The door was partially open, but….there was no sound coming from within. If they were still there, surely they would be able to hear them. Rufus bumped into the back of the priest, spilling some of his blue slurpee on the ground.

“Ugh..” He started wiping the ice cold drink off his jacket, while Father Thomas was pulling out a gun and holding it in front of himself, as he crept slowly towards the open door. Glancing up and seeing the priest go stalking up to the church, Rufus scampered along behind him – his shoes making a din along the leaf and snow covered ground.

“You going to go in armed? You might shoot a penguin.” Rufus whispered in a hushed tone, as Father Tom brought his finger up to his lips to make the bell ringer shush.

Creeping ever closer, the Priest pushed the door gently as he dared, but it still make a rough squeaking sound. Someone should really oil those hinges. Rufus poked his head in behind the Priest only to see a sight that had him instantly throwing up and gagging from the shock.

The nuns…every single one of them had been slaughtered. Like lambs….their bodies covering each and every pew. Blood splattered on every wall, every statue – even the pulpit. Glassy eyed women staring out at the void. Their lives lost so horribly.

 

“Oh…. my ….God.” Rufus stammered, while the Priest slowly lowered his firearm to his side. Rufus wiped the blue coloured vomit from his lips and staggered about, turning and bumping into body parts. His eyes wide as plates as he looked up at the Priest for answers.

“Father….they all been butchered.”

“I can see that.”

“But….what did this?”

As Father Thomas turned over the body of Sister Marjorie and stared at her bloody face, the Priest gave his answer.

“A vampire…laddy…….the little shit we left ‘ere.”

 

Rufus gasped. He remembered the boy that the Nuns had said would care for him. Could a little boy do all of this? It was hard to believe…murder on this scale done by one so young.

“No…would have had to have been a heap of them, Father. One child can’t do all this.”

Taking out his flashlight, Father Tom turned it on and pointed it to the floor, where you could see a trail of small bloody foot prints heading for the door. Father Tom looked at Rufus’s shocked face and added …“No? Think again, laddy. That face was not so innocent after all.”

The pair just stood there in the middle of the horror scene. First Sister Stevie….and now all the nuns. The devil must be dancing over this….

“What are we going to do?” Rufus said, his hands now trembling from the fear and shock. The boy could be watching them from the shadows.

“Hunt the little fucker down.”

~RB~

Double trouble – GS.

 

The Vampire Twins – Valarie and Reece were now on the prowl.  Their hunting ground was to be the Dark Velvet club.  A night of sizzling dancing and frenzied feeding awaited them…

Scene setting – The Dark Velvet Club – Gantz Series.

Written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It hadn’t been a long walk for the twins, since both were more than capable of travelling at speed through the bustling crowds. Reece was like a ghost almost, here one moment then a blur the next as he weaved and spun his way through the groups of people. Not bothering to stop of look back for his twin. She’d follow. She had too. Reece was the kind of vampire that gave no shit about who he hurt and what he did. A disaster waiting to happen. It might bring a sense of excitement in this unpredictability, but there was always consequences for everything.

Reece’s form finally fully materialized in front of the Velvet Room. Now this was a place that he had heard of, but hadn’t been bothered enough to enter before. The roguish lad sneered as he saw the bevy of beauties and hopeful blokes that were lined up down the sidewalk. A pair of heavies were at the door, and of course they had one of those red ropes blocking off access to un-savories. Reece had a winner’s grin as he flashed his pearly whites at the muscle bound duo.

“Are you two clowns going to invite me in?” Reece’s eyes became almost hypnotic as he awaited their reply. That and his sister’s timely arrival. If he knew one thing about her, she had a way with the opposite sex that should be applauded. Reece cocked his head as he silently counted down Val’s arrival at his side.

“3…..2…..1.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  
Reece was just a bit ahead of Val; she could see his head bobbing through the crowd at speeds that might be considered a little mysterious. She didn’t mind, though. As a vampire, she was very much human in some ways. A nice stroll helped the blood in her stomach settle and while she remained full, her brother was consistently hunting for sustenance because of over-exertion. It was an interesting existence.

As Reece stopped, she could see why he had not been allowed admittance yet. Usually he’d be fully party before a bouncer even noticed he’d enetered. There stood two of the most burly men Val had ever laid eyes on; this was to be no challenge for Val, of course, and as she came up behind her brother she was completely in step with his light counting. As his seductive vocal chords pronounced their ‘1’, her heel clicked down in front of the small, intimate gathering at the door. A beautiful, teethed grin spread wide on her pale-as-the-night-moon- face as she leaned forward. One hand gently landed on the first man’s chest, her second, and right, hand reaching to caress the inside of the second man’s wrist. The smell of the club was oddly dead, but the smell of blood -however mingled- was truly delightful.

“Boys…boys…what does a girl and her handsome brother have to do to get a drink in these parts? I’d be so very distressed if you didn’t allow me entrance; won’t you please invite me to have a drink?” Val drawled, her rouge lipstick forcing her lips to continue to be together even tough her mouth was parted and showing her very pearly whites. Her deep eyes were connected with one male, the other, a deep force within them almost willing them to comply…or maybe just suggesting.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Reece could always count on Valarie to make a good first impression. Those snappy heels of her marking the time of his countdown with perfect precision. Both door men found themselves under her wicked gaze and you could practically hear their hearts beating faster. Dicks swelling inside their pants as she laid her hands on them. Speaking with a cat like grace, Reece pulled out a chupa chup and popped it in his mouth as he wiggled his brows at the two large meat heads.

“Ain’t she something?”

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The younger vampire twirled the lolly stick in his mouth, before pinching the end and letting it drag along his tongue; his body already moving in a hypnotic motion to the bass beat of the music inside. Naturally, the two bouncers lifted the rope and allowed Reece and Valarie to enter the premises without further issue. Being a cheeky twat, Reece lifted his hand to his cheek, like it was a phone – his pinky the mic and his thumb the speaker. He mouthed “Call me…” before following his older sister into the entrance of the club.

On entering the club doors, the pair were met with the dazzling strobe lights, the smell of sweat and booze along with some tacky cheap perfume. It was a hunting ground for the duo in black.

“Oh baby.” Reece swatted the ass of one of the waitresses that passed a little too close. He gave her a saucy wink, before draping his arm lazily around his sister’s shoulder. Still sucking on his hard lolly pop, he gave the stick a twirl, before taking it out and pointing to the mob gyrating on the dance floor.

“Virtual blood bags on shapely legs. Look at those pins! Fuck me, I want a threesome with those two blonde boobies.”He had already pointed out two blonde haired girls, with skirts up to their ass cheeks.

Reece took out his lolly and then tossed it into a man’s beer glass not far from where he stood.

“See anything to your….taste, Val.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val has never been turned down; it’s not in a human’s nature to say no to her. It made her wonder if humans had this same effect on people, in real life and not like in the silly films they made so many of. As her eyes adjusted to the bright flashes and her body tothe rhythmic music, Val smiled, pulling her tongue across on sharp canine and then dragging it to the other. She was bouncing on the cellular level, even her atoms were vibrating to the beat the huge bass speakers were pumping out.

You can fuck ’em all later. Have a little fun first,” Val shouted to her brother, taking his hand, lollipop still resting within, and putting his candy between her lips. After a good suck, she let the delicious treat go, with a pop. Her eyes scanned the crowd thoroughly. No one here was remotely subpar enough for her. Hot women go out to get drunk; scummy men go out to get hot women drunk in the hopes of taking them home. She wouldn’t find but a few 7-8s in this shitpile of 3s and 4s, while Reece would fuck anything, yet always managed to take home some ofthe best goodie bags.

Nah, but the night is young…” She said, slapping his ass as she walked away into the crowd to get her dance on.

Razorbackwriter:  Reece couldn’t help but enjoy how his sister played along with him so well. The teasing vixen even went as far to pinch his lolly for a good old suck, before telling him that he could fuck them all later. Valarie wanted to have some fun first. Reece’s lopsided grin showed that he was all up for whatever entertainment that she had in store, and of course, Valarie never disappointed. She gave his ass a good slap before making her way into the crowd to get her dance on.

It was like watching the parting of the red sea, the way that she was able to just have patrons move to the side to allow her easy access to the center of the dance area. Her gorgeous ass swinging back and forth like a pendulum in time to the beat. it was more than just mesmerizing. Reece had already had enough of his lolly and figured that if he couldn’t beat her, why not join her. Tearing off his jacket, he draped it over the arm of one of the waitresses and shouted at her to take it to the cloak room, as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Valarie set the bar….her dancing already quite provocative, and like a jungle cat, Reece went in after her.

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He found her easily of course, moving to be right up behind her. Anyone looking at the pair would think they were on a date, and in no way siblings. As the tempo of the music became quite sultry, Reece moved his hands to his sister’s hips and pulled her back towards him as he rolled his hips into rump. The night was indeed young, as she so skillfully put and he intended to milk it for all it was worth.

Soon many eyes were upon them, lusting…..and that was exactly how Reece liked it.

If you’re going to catch fish….you need a big net.

~RB~

 

Chor:  

It had begun. The boat was in the water, net sinkin down to the depths. As the pulsating music filled Valarie’s pierced ears, she felt the ever-familiar touch of her twins’ hands sliding from behind to rest on her pelvic bones. As his fingers dug in to pull her close, there was no protest. This dance, one so well-versed and very, very successful, was one they loved to dance. Not only because she could see the eyes in the room glazing with jealousy and maybe even a tinge of rage in the dilated oculars of the female counterparts, but because as Valarie’s behind made no attempt to rid itself of his crotch’s proximity she knew he was the only one who knew how to treat her right. He regarded her queen of the kingdom and that was something she’d never ifnd in these usless quivering fucks, drooling all over themselves at the sight of the two.

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Suddenly, like a dam breaking, the bass dropped; exploding the crowd and forcing everyone into one congealed mess on the dance floor. Thick like blood. Val spun herself, her fierce eyes searching the deeply hungry ones her brother looked back at her with, pulling his jaw into her red fingernailed hand. One last move before the dance ends. Val locked her dangrous mouth with Reece’s, pulling away only to nod and shove him backward into the crowd. Seeing that, he would have the masses after his adoration; though they wouldn’t be receiving anything but a swift fuck in the club restroom. She always gets to go home with the love. Just how she likes it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Could Valarie shake that ass or what? Reece dug his nails tight into her hip bones and surged his own forward so that the two would meet in a blistering display of vertical smexing. It was more than hot, it was enough to arouse the crowd into a feverish stupor, that only grew as the bass dropped. Throbbing, ass shaking, wild twerking. Like heathens all dancing to their golden Idol, they did so dance. With the drones, all mindless fucks that moved around the center. The circle that gave Reece and Valarie the stage. Val was the Queen Bee, the Queen of the night and she proclaimed that right to all in her sight. Not that she cared what they thought, oh no. But Reece knew this plan of attack well. Like a well choreographed routine, the two continued to sizzle, right up to that moment when everything seemed to slow to a crawl and the Queen was about to take what she considered hers. A kiss. One that was brutal in its delivery. As though she was marking her territory on Reece for all to see. The way her claws dug into his chin and drew him down to seize that kiss. Steal his breath away. The crush of her crimson lips on him, elicited a moan that came from deep down, but the moment was over before he had a chance to pull her into his arms. Instead, she flung him back into the waiting crows of adoring club goers. As if to say….“I can have him when I want.” Of course, she was right.

Reece fell back and almost stumbled but was caught by a flurry of arms. Girls practically falling over themselves to be his cushioned wall. This alone brought about a laugh from the younger Vampire. His smile only grew as he drank in his sister’s beauty. No one….no one on earth had the same power that she did. As much as Reece teased her, his true feelings were not far off the surface. He was fiercely loyal when the chips were down and all things were serious. In fact, he would take the fall for her without question. His love for her so very strong.

Other men were now fighting to be at her side. The ruckus sure to bring out the bouncers. It was almost too delicious not to watch. All hard erect jerk offs that wanted to be the one to take Valarie home. To see her react to this attention always brought about the biggest of smiles from Reece. She would never give them what they wanted. She always took the lion’s share.

By now, women were draping themselves over Reece as he kept his eyes solely on Valarie. The girls could touch all they wanted, but in his mind, it was Valarie’s hands, not theirs.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val watched their brilliant plan unfold, raising her toned arm to give a little wave to her brother as the masses threw their vaginas at him. They did so with such vigor, it was almost impressive to Valarie. So willingly they would desecrate themselves; Val did not blame them. None but she could resist Reece’s charms and incredibly attractive physique.

Val turned away from the sight then, knowing that Reece would now take care of himself. She danced violently with a male who found his way to her. As close as he was, his pulse sang louder than the music in her ears. Her mouth found his neck and she gently sucked it, not biting but pulling the blood from the vessels to create a blood-vessel abrasion. His moans delighted her, but once she’d had her fun she stepped back, claiming to need a drink. She didn’t do much of that; didn’t need to. Her high was already in effect from the twins’ earlier feeding. A water, though, found its way eventually into her possession and she stared over it at the throng of humans as she sipped.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Fire like flames erupted in the foreground, with Reece becoming the Master of the dance floor. Women in front, behind – grinding and pawing at him as he stripped off his shirt slowly. The music playing now slow, hypnotic and with a deep base line. He was the ham in the sandwich with the blonde butter babes did all they could to press their bare flesh to him. Reece bore an almost sardonic grin – his elongated fangs extended and this just made the girls all the more frenzied to be the one he would chose. But why stop at one? He groped the ass of the girl that was dancing right in front of him. His sharp nails digging deep into her round flesh. Reece’s hips gyrated and he was practically fucking her on the dance floor through her flimsy satin dress. Another girl clawed at his back, and wanted in on the action. She was kissing and nipping at his shoulder, and Reece tipped his head back, with his face turning sharply so he could lick her cheek with that long tongue of his.

Beonce’s Haunted was now playing on the loud speakers and this was the perfect track to dance to, you could say it was like Reece’s theme song. As much as he was wily and roguish, he had a very dark sadistic side, that you really needed to be afraid of.

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Was Valarie watching the show, or was she too busy helping herself to some poor sap’s arteries. Reece’s eyes flickered as they found his prize; his sister now leaning against some post and having a drink. Must have got her fill then. ~Way to go, Queenie!~ Now it was the Prince’s turn.

The music picked up pace, and this had Reece seize the girl in front’s hair with a sharp tug, and pulling her off the dance floor, he snatched the hand of the girl that had been behind him. The vampire was more than ready to enjoy the fruits that these girls were all too willing to offer to him.

Finding a darkened corner, he pushed one girl to the floor on her knees, and slowly unzipped his jeans – exposing his engorged hard on for her waiting lips. With that girl eagerly sucking him and licking at the shaft, he took the other girl and started to kiss her hungrily, while his eyes changed to a dark red. The three wreathed together, until Reece bit down on the standing girl’s neck. Her cries muffled as he curled his hand around her head, his other hand being used to push the kneeling girl on him harder to take him deep throat. It was plain to see that Reece was very good at multi-tasking.

~RB~

 

Never knew love could be like this – GS.

Dinner is a huge success, not only because of its good taste, but because it has brought our couple; Tommy and Elissa closer together….

Scene setting – Tommy’s apartment – Gantz series.

Co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa snickered a little at his response, wiggling her nose to his poke and shrugging a little conceding the point. Really, she was thinking more about his tastes when she said ‘fancy,’ but he had a point; he was about as elegant as a demolition derby. Still as entertaining as one though. Regardless, she went ahead and took a seat, flashing him a grin while she got herself situated, leaning back with a relaxed grin while she watched him work within the kitchen. There was a strange peaceful joy in watching him go about such work–she didn’t know why but there was just some tame part of her that enjoyed watching her man do something simple like this. The food smelled absolutely tantalizing even from here–she couldn’t remember the last time she had Thai food, if at all, but it seemed absolutely awesome even from a distance. At one point she would notice the chocolates and roses and promptly smiled at the gesture, assuming that he had meant to give them to her (or share in the chocolates’ case) and had simply forgotten. She’d comment later… right now she didn’t want to interrupt him.

When he finally got over, the candles all set up, the rather nice-looking wine set up, the food before them, the lovely soft glow. Wow… he’d really gone all the way with this private setting. It really was quite romantic, and she found herself blushing at the fact that he’d gone through all this effort for her.

When he raised his glass, she gladly acted in kind, a charming smile on her face as she looked back at him then took a sip of the wine. It was quite good actually, she generally preferred the sweeter wines to dry ones, and this was a wonderful example. High quality, relatively speaking, assuming her taste hadn’t gone stale. It would be clear from the look on her face she was pleased with the wine, but then when she took her first bite of the curry, she would positively light up. It was AMAZINGLY DELICIOUS! She loved spicy food, but with that in mind she needed something to have flavor as well as spice rather than just be burning hot–Tabasco sauce, I’m looking at you. This stuff was perfect! It may have been a rush job, but she couldn’t tell–he might as well have spent the entire time since leaving her house making it, for all she knew. After she finished two or three bites she would happily tell him, ~Amazing job, darling! That shouty British asshole would be green with envy.~

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy had been watching for Elissa’s reaction to his cooking. Would it be to her palate? He himself had taken two bites, and managed to get the taste just right in his mind. His mother would be proud. The corners of Tommy’s mouth crept upward when he watched Elissa sign that she felt he had done an amazing job in cooking. That the shouty British asshole would be green with envy. It was a green Thai curry that they were enjoying, and the puns were not lost on the cheeky reporter. As he swallowed another mouthful, he chuckled to himself.

“Well love, I don’t swear as much as that bloke in the kitchen. Also…I’m better looking.” Tommy gave Elissa wink before taking another forkful of curry and rice. He was hungry, and had a real appetite for this kind of food. So much like his Mother’s style. She loved everything with spice and chili. “Would you believe I did this in half an hour….AND had a shower.” If Tommy was showing off, he was being a bit of a wag about it.

In between bites, Tommy offered Elissa the condiments and then topped up her wine. He was trying to keep the dinner conversation light and free from the stress and dramas that they had been through up to this point. Last thing that Elissa needed was a recap on the Fluffy princess, or the dramas surrounding Frank and those pictures. In the back of his mind, he still had the worry of Madame Rose Li and what she had done in relation to the Commander and his schemes. Truth was, Tommy didn’t know who was worse, but he did know that Madame Rose rarely let go of something that she wanted. She acted selfishly, always. Regardless of who would pay the price. As for Tamika, well….Tommy didn’t think it was wise to bring her up. He’d arrange to go and get his key back off her probably in a few days, rather than add acid to an open wound.

By the end of his meal, Tommy was lapping up the sauce with a piece of naan bread and popping it into his mouth. He was stuffed. Eating way too much and pushed himself back in his chair and patted his stomach.

“See, the good thing about dining here is….there are no interruptions, and if you wanted to….hmm, enjoy some more nocturnal pursuits, the bed is not far away.” Tommy leaned back and stretched his arms back over his head and inhaled deeply. You could see his shirt tighten over his athletic frame, and as the bottom of his shirt rose up at the front, there was a hint of hair that was just peeking out shy of his jeans.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa snickered at his assurance that he was, if nothing else, better looking than Ramses, and would grin and nod her agreement there. Tom was better than most models she’d seen, much less that old fart. In all seriousness though, this food was delicious, and she was pretty darn hungry, especially for something more filling than this. When he said this had only taken a half hour, she would quite nearly choke on her wine and look at him with shock, then down to the food, then back at him. ~Bullshit,~she declared with a smile. She didn’t actually think he was lying, but she really didn’t think that something this nice would take so short a time.

As they ate, she would of course happily chat with him about minor, unimportant things, gladly taking the offered wine; actually, she probably drank a little more than he did, even if it wasn’t all that much. It was nice to just be able to enjoy each other’s company in a private setting like this. No drama, no worries, no work, just them chatting about the nicer things in life. Forget about that pig-headed goat-loving piece of shit, forget about aliens and such stupidity, just Elissa and the man that she was beginning to suspect she was falling for.

Elissa, like Tommy, overate a bit, though she ate less than him–proportions are an important detail. Letting out a content sigh, she slouched a little in her seat, one hand resting on her belly while the other lifted her wine up to her lips happily. She would bring her gaze down to Tommy at his comment, an amused grin on her face in regards to his desire to get dirty again, though nodding her agreement to all of his words. Actually, she had been kind of thinking about letting their food settle, but now that her eyes traced over his body, the way that the shirt hugged his body, the way that his jeans were sitting so low on him… hrmm… it definitely made her feel a little hot. She was actually in a similar situation; her dress wasn’t exactly loose-fitting and now that she was slightly plumped with food it certainly was showing her off a fair bit too. Still… she liked the atmosphere… hrmm… ~’Twould be a shame to waste the atmosphere though…~ she commented thoughtfully, looking at the candles before leaning towards him, a slight sparkle in her eyes, ~Perhaps we should take them with us.~

 

Razorbackwriter:  Elissa’s face flushed ever slightly, and she too had that post dinner belly. The kind you get when you really enjoy a meal. To rush off and try anything bedroom related was a bit premature especially on Tommy’s part. He had set the atmosphere to be one that was romantic yet casual, and Elissa was drinking this in. She was enjoying it, and wasn’t that reward enough? Tommy smiled at her when she shared that she would hate to see it all be wasted.

“Of course, Bad Tommy just thinking naughty things again.” The Reporter kept up his smile as he shared his joke. He agreed they could take it with them, but he knew it would be better if they let their food settle.

Looking at the remaining curry and plates, Tommy slowly pushed himself to standing and started to clear away the table. He’d make a few trips, but each time being sure to brush his hand along her shoulder each time he passed, be it to get the crockery, or the dishes. Elissa looked so beautiful by the lights of the candles, and the soft sultry music kept giving him ideas again, which he was quick to quash. From the kitchen he started to speak more freely, with the sounds of scraping plates, and then him opening up the dishwasher.

“Been a crazy week for us, hasn’t it?”

He was referring to the whole incident with Fluffy Princess, and of course the fact that they had enjoyed each other’s company. Tommy never usually spent the night with anyone. A one night stand and he was gone before morning. That was the usual thing. Tamika pushed for more with Tommy, but he always kept her at arms length. She’d continue to think that if she did things for him…anything that he would relent.

With the leftovers in the fridge, and the dishwasher humming softly, Tommy came out and turned off the kitchen light. As he came past Elissa he reached for her hand. “Care to join me on the couch?’ It was not that far across the room, and if she accepted, he would lead her across, so that they could sit in the corner together. He noticed that the dress she was wearing was pulling a little, and he chuckled to himself.

“Someone was hungry.” A boyish tone to his voice. “You know…I wanted to talk to you about…us.” He had told the others that he considered them to be a proper couple, but he hadn’t given her the chance to express if that is what she truly wanted. “I know you’d rather take things slow, and if that’s the case…then I would be more than happy to go along with that. So long as I have you in my life.”

He brushed her hair back away from her face as he stared into her eyes.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa smiled at his sort-of apology, rolling her eyes at the fact that he hadn’t entirely picked up on the hint she was dropping. That said, it was probably smart to at least wait for their food to disappear–no swimming for thirty minutes, and a little time before sex she supposed. Still she would reassure him with a smirk, ~Not bad, just hasty.~ Truth be told, as she heard more and more of the music, she too couldn’t help but feel herself getting thoughts as well, and honestly she wasn’t certain if she should cling to them or just let them slide away. As he went about getting the food picked up, she’d at least help hand them over, and every time his hand touched her she had to admit that she felt a bit of a blush coming to her cheeks.

The crazy week comment would make her cough a little, looking to him with a smirk, knowing just what he meant. ~That’s putting it mildly.~ she responded with a smirk. She… wasn’t the sort of person who just let anyone get in bed with her most of the time. Granted, she wasn’t a prude, but she was generally just not the sort of person to form attachments, but at the same time she liked to at least know the person she went to bed with. This thing with Tommy was… strange… she didn’t know what to do with it. Oh, and there was also aliens of at least two different types, collapsing schools, getting shot, and goat-fucking. But who wanted to think about those?

As he came over after handling dishes, she would already be scooting herself out in anticipation for his next question, and would gladly take his hand as they walked over. She would gladly sit with him in the corner, leaning into him with a content smile as they settled in together. His prod at her belly got her to roll her eyes and jab him lightly in the ribs with her elbow, but otherwise she’d let it go. She’d already discovered that, of Tommy’s big draws, tact wasn’t really one of them. However… then he stepped into a subject which was a bit more important… their relationship. As he spoke she bit her lip a little in thought, trying to figure out what she wanted out of this. He said she wanted to go slow, but really she wasn’t certain if that was the case–it was certainly what she had been suggesting and even stating, but…

No… as she stared back at him, the soft romantic light illuminating his beautiful face as they gazed at each other she knew that any hope of this going slow would be stifling rather than what it was meant to be. Smiling softly, she brought her hand up to his, leaning her head into it for a moment. Then, she brought her hands back together to sign with a tender expression, ~The more I think about it, the more I think I was probably too quick on the trigger before. I don’t want it to go slow, nor do I want it fast or medium.~ She paused and briefly tried to lean in as if she would whisper before frowning at her own muteness and just saying with a smile to him, ~I just want us to be together.~ Well, she’d said it, she’d agreed with him, she’d confessed something that was clearly feelings to him–well, no going back now. Banzai! Forward Christian soldiers! For Narnia! Et cetera. And, assuming he had no complaints about that, she would then lean in towards him and plant a kiss on his lips. It was passionate, but she wasn’t forceful or even all that lustful… she was just kissing him softly, as someone that she was beginning to realize that she cared deeply about.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Nothing was more sexually appealing to Tommy then when he watched Elissa bite that bottom lip of hers. It made him want to bite it..chew it. Just plain enjoy it between his teeth. Tommy found himself staring at her, almost breathless when she placed her hand over his own. The night that they had spent together, and that moment when he blurted out that he was falling for her, left them both with mixed ideas of what each other wanted. Now it was time to clear the air, and get down to how they truly felt about each other. With a soft smile, Elissa explained that she may have been too quick to be dismissive of Tommy’s feelings. But what got him confused, was when she said that she didn’t want to go slow…or fast or medium for that matter.

“Then what speed?” Tommy was getting all these signals, and they were ones that she did want him, or at least that is what her body language was saying. It was due to her muteness that she was trying to convey her real feelings and this made it a bit awkward as he stared at her questioningly. Then at last….she said it.

~I just want us to be together~

To Tommy it was like the fourth of July. The feeling of euphoria that built up within him and now exploded as she admitted that she did want to be with him. Romantically…or however he wanted. Before Tommy could speak, or utter a word, though his face was one of pride and love for her now, Elissa kissed him. Bringing home everything…all at once. It was there. Not lust, not need….just love. Tommy put his hands to her cheeks, and kissed her back in the most gentle way he could. The bond between them solidifying right there, as the pair were both on the same page.

Tommy only broke the kiss, so that he could say what his heart was already telling him.

 

“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.” His fingers caressing her cheeks, as he locked eyes with her. The music continued to play in the background, and with the candle light and the faded memories of the delicious meal, this was the perfect evening. No interruptions, no craziness. Just two people sitting on a couch, sharing their love for the other.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa may have been a touch nervous about saying what she did out loud… well… in broad sight. But seeing the look on Tommy’s face when she told him how she felt… oh that was all the answer she needed. Seeing him so happy, so thrilled by their mutual feelings, it made her feel like she could fly. And as she kissed, she felt an old, long forgotten, shriveled up feeling beginning to blossom once again, her hands going behind his neck and resting there while she relished in this beautiful. tender moment between them. It was unquestionable now; they were a couple, and something inside her told her that it was a relationship to last for a long, long time.

When he broke the kiss to tell her his thoughts, she immediately blushed like a young school girl, smiling softly as she returned his gaze. This was a perfect moment; the music, the soft ambient glow, the tender touching… this was all she could ever want right now. Her own fingers slightly squeezed in something resembling a hug, trying to return the sentiment without breaking this embrace. Slowly she brought her legs to lay across his and scooted closer to him, not really trying to do anything sensual, just trying to get closer to this wonderful man. Right now, she just wanted the time to be about them, and nobody else. She didn’t care if they just laid there together, if they decided to watch a movie, or if they wound up in bed once more… but she didn’t want this feeling to leave. If they laid here, she wanted the companionship, if they watched a movie it damn well better be a romance, if they wound up in bed she didn’t want a wild romp this time… she wanted something tender and real.

 

 

 

The Black Sphere – GS.

 

As you may have read, the Detective Frank Malone was dead…..or was he?

Scene setting : The Gantz room – Gantz series.

This arc is written following the Death of Frank Malone.  Co-writers – Fu, Zu, Ota, and Moo

 

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Nobody can get in, nobody can get out.
Used for missions only.

 

Moo:  Trent scanned into the room in the same position he’d been in previously. Whistling, he let the tune die after drawing out the last note, which was rather flat. It seemed he was the first one in the room again; he looked around the room with a bored expression, staring as though he hadn’t slept in weeks with his shoulders slightly hunched. Being that the last mission had gone uncompleted, he was back to zero points again. No matter; he enjoyed this game anyway and had completed it a few times already. Though, that last mission was definitely a first. Having to protect his boss from the rest of the Gantz team had been unexpected, but no problem. Trent wasn’t the type to help anyone during their missions. If he killed them to bring them here, it was more often than not to play with them like they were life-size toys. That being the case, he had easily killed each one of his teammates in order to complete his job. The best part was he was never punished by Gantz for doing so. It was just a question of who the target would be this time. His boss again? Or another alien? Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he resumed his whistling and walked toward one of the walls of the room, waiting as others scanned in shortly after him.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Cold. All around there was nothing but the blackness that had embraced the fallen detective into what he thought was death. He had always been told that there was a light. A light at the end of the tunnel. There was neither of those things. Frank was dead. Wasn’t he? Far off, there was this slow…beating sound. The sound that a heart makes, though it was faint at first. Slowly building. Blood…rushing back and forth through the arteries. A shudder….breathing that exploded from his lungs as Frank’s eyes shot open.

~GASP!!~

Deep panting. Eyes, widening, searching. He could see a room. A door. A window. A big…black ball. Trembling hands placed down on the ground as the detective realized he was propped against one of the walls, like a used puppet. Frank’s head lowered as he gazed down at his suit.

“What happened?”

It was then he heard the faint whistle, that belonged to another. As the detective looked up, he saw a man that he had never seen before. He appeared to be bored, or at least that is the impression that he gave off. The man was slouching -staring off into space. Frank’s eyes went back to the large black ball again. Why was there just a man and a big black ball in a room? Was Frank asleep? Was this what death was like?

“Am I dead?”

~RB~

 

Moo:  A new group of people, but more or less the same routine. The second person to scan into the room happened to be one of the most annoying types; full of questions. As if Trent knew anything that would be helpful. “Hell if I know.” He scratches his head, leaning against the wall with his hand still in his pocket. His feet were crossed as he hunched, giving off the vibe of a rather careless person. Letting out a long, exaggerated sigh, he shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head back, looking out the window across the room out to the skyline. It was night time, as always. But the city lights really didn’t make it seem any different; New York was a city full of life, after all. “Does it look like you’re dead?” What a pointless question. “You’re breathing. New York is right there.” Trent pointed out to the skyline lazily for a moment before dropping his hand again. He turned his head to look at the man sitting against the wall, his mouth splitting into a toothy grin. “But you did die.” The others around the room that had scanned in went on ignored. For now, Trent’s attention was on this guy. As annoying as it was, he felt he could entertain himself now. For a few moments, at least.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There were other people in the room beside this guy and Frank, though the guy with his hands in his pockets was the only one willing to answer his questions. Mind you, he wasn’t exactly helpful. Trent hadn’t been witness to Frank’s death, and Frank himself had no memory of it. Curious, Frank pushed himself off the floor. He needed more clues to prove he was really alive. Trent pointed out the window at the New York skyline, and sure enough it was just how Frank remembered it. He stood with his hands pressed to the panes of glass, staring outward, and yet he was unable to say anything. Trent had more or less confirmed what he believed to be true. He had died. How did he die though? The events leading up to meeting the Commander at the warehouse were all kind of fuzzy. Like when you are experiencing a hangover and can’t quite tell what you did the night before.

Looking down at his clothing, it showed no signs of wear and tear. No bullet holes…no blood stains. Frank reached up and touched all around his neck, then his face, as though trying to feel for wounds…scars. Anything.

“How did I die? Who killed me?”

Again, with the twenty questions. Frank had so many, but by looking at this guy who had a sick grin on his face, he was enjoying Frank’s torment.

“I gotta get out of here. I have to find Tommy. Gotta tell him, that the Commander is dead.”

At mention of this, Frank headed for the door.

~RB~

 

Moo:  So this guy didn’t know how he died. That was a clear enough sign that this was the business Bols had taken care of. Chuckling quietly to himself, Trent watched as Frank palmed at the window, looking completely lost at this point. Who knew if his memory would ever return to him? Well, whatever. It wasn’t like it mattered; this guy probably couldn’t do anything about it, even if he remembered something. And he would definitely be disappointed when he reached that front door, as he wouldn’t be able to even grab the knob. Try as he might, it was impossible for anyone to leave the apartment until the mission was over. With a small grunt of amusement, Trent pushed himself from the wall and resumed his whistling, ignoring as others within the room tossed similar questions at him that Frank had. It was because he was the only calm guy in the room. But he wouldn’t have an answer for any of them. He would simply wait until that familiar tune began playing and the Gantz ball opened, revealing racks of guns and suit cases. Each suit case was designated to a particular person, as it had their names on them. If opened, they would find a rather peculiar suit inside. It would only fit that person; if someone like Trent tried to take one of theirs, it would be rendered useless. Picking up a few guns, Trent holstered them accordingly and waited, staring at the screen that popped up on the sphere.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank reached out for the door knob so that he could find his way out of the strange room with the big black ball, and the whistling guy. The only problem was that his hand passed right through it. The detective let out a shriek, before trying again and again, but having the same results. Frank held up his hand before him and it looked real and solid, yet the door acted like he was a ghost or apparition. Turning around to try and get answers again from Mr Whistler, had Frank see the ball open and reveal racks of guns and suitcases. The suits within were meant to be worn by the people standing or waiting in the room. Wordlessly, Frank pointed at the opened sphere, then held his finger up as though to ask another question, but the Mister Whistler (which is now his nickname, in Frank’s eyes), was already holstering some guns. As others came and grabbed their suitcases and guns, Frank simply got in line and waited till it was his turn. Sure enough there was one with his name on it. Hesitantly, Frank reached in and took his out, along with a set of guns, just like the others. It was like being back in boot camp, or at least a very odd version of it.

Taking the suitcase and guns over to a corner, he opened the case and in it he pulled out a strange looking suit. Frank held it up before him and gave it a shake as it unfurled. Others were trying theirs on, and so…thinking this was going to be what he had to do, he took off his day suit and slipped into the special one, doing the zip up and then holstering the guns. Were they preparing for some sort of war? And who were the guns for?

Frank looked down at himself, now dressed like all the others. His old suit, he placed into the case and did it up. Knowing that Mister Whistler was already at the sphere and staring at the screen, Frank ambled over and then whispered

“Is the sphere….thing going to unlock the door?”

~RB~

 

Moo:  The black world Z had been submerged in suddenly seemed to evaporate. Her eyes fluttered open to a light of an apartment. At first, she suspected to have been in the hospital, as though D.T had reached her in time. But instead she was lying on the floor of a plain room. She sat up very slowly, surprised that she could breathe and felt no pain in her chest. Her hand rose to her chest, feeling no hole from where she had been impaled, and there was no blood on her clothing, nor any tears. Blinking, Z looked around. D.T had managed to get into this room too…but how? Why were they here? She curiously looked back at him. “Where are we, D.T?” She could only assume he knew the answer because he was awake and had never died. Had he listened to her about putting his patch back on?

Turning and sitting on her knees, she looked about the room where people were conversing or having small anxiety attacks. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was confused. It wasn’t until some music began playing that she turned to look at the giant black sphere. A male was already standing there expectantly, tossing his clothes on the floor. He wore some weird suit and began holstering guns. At this point, Z could only assume he knew what he was doing and stood up to look at what the racks were lined with. Cases. One had her name, Zoey, written on it. How peculiar… This was by no means normal. Z took the case after looking from it to the guy she stood beside, and finally grabbed her case and D.T’s, taking both back with her. Upon opening the cases, suits similar to that guy’s were visible. “Mind helping me out?” she asked the android with a slight coy smile. Back to her old self. She moved to the corner they were near and began undressing, finding that she had to remove her undergarments in order for the suit to fit properly. Men in the room would most likely try to steal glimpses of her body unless D.T did as she requested and blocked their view. Not that it was completely bothersome for the woman.


Trent looked over the screen of the alien the team was suppose to kill tonight. It brought his brow up as he crossed his arms, disregarding a lot of the useless information Gantz provided. Frank’s shriek could be heard from where he stood, causing him to shake his head as he laughed to himself. Here came more questions. He knew it. Pulling off his clothes, he already had his suit on underneath. He just left the discarded clothing on the floor in front of the sphere, ignoring as people began murmuring about his suit. One woman in particular seemed to be observing him as she came closer and inspected him without a hint of shame.

Seeming to have observed him long enough, she was the first to take a case from the rack and open it, walking to the corner of the room to change. Trent turned his head to watch, assuming her weird friend didn’t step in the middle to block his view. Her face might have been a train wreck, but her body was something of a different nature. And if he would be observed, so would she. He tilted his head with interest until others began taking cases too. What the hell? Nobody ever did that. Looking surprised, Trent turned to see a few of them lined up; this was a lot more than usual. Frank was last to mosey himself on over, asking yet another question. With a slight twitch of his lips, Trent’s gaze narrowed at him slightly. “Eventually. If you don’t die.” This wasn’t going to work. Not so many. He scratched his head, seemingly thinking to himself now as he turned and wandered around the sphere. If nobody had noticed before, it would be brought to their attention now; a naked man sat in the middle of the sphere. Trent crouched and poked at the man’s temple with one of his smaller guns. “Hey. Send me first. Got it?” The man appeared to be sleeping, a breathing mask over his mouth. He was connected to Gantz by several cords and looked rather plain. Bald and fair skinned with no muscle definition. He did look anorexic as fuck though.

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Fu:  

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– D.T found himself in a room next to Z in a room . How they got there was unknown to him as he had asked him . However at this point D.T felt different then he was before blowing himself up , his hair felt slightly longer and more wavy then it was before ; at the point of covering his eyepatch and his clothes too were tinted black and had furry outlines. D.T was curious about their location as well . But he wasn’t as rude as to just stay quiet and he would reply to her once he found a appropriate response.-

” I believe we were transported somewhere. However exactly where and the reason for our presence here is beyond me ”

– He would watch her pick up the cases and wore them , D.T himself would follow her and obstruct people from observing and at that point would watch and wait to see how things would go afterwards. He didn’t know anyone else who was here as he was still newly awakened so he couldn’t truly speak to others at a optimal dialect at this current moment.-

 

Ota:  

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The reconstruction of the body which had just been taken apart and brought to the apartment, revealed a young female body dressed in what seemed to be a typical mans Imperial Trench-coat, scarf, black jeans and comfortable black Nike Roshe Run Hi SneakerBoots. The overall build was lean and peak-light athletic while her height was around five feet and eleven inches. However, the body was completely motionless by the time the female body was complete, steam coming off of her figure.

System rebooted. All damage has been repaired, manually starting optical hardware. Her eyes would open slightly before fluttering a bit as all the light was coming into her pupils. Her eyes scanned over the individuals and she couldn’t help but arch a brow. All senses and bodily controls have been reinitialized. All systems begin routines. Investigate prior memories of cause and arrival… None found. ERR0R. ERR0R.She’d squint slightly as her eyes rested on the others near by in the same room as them.

“Vitals are normal.” Alice finally stated with her voice as her eyes looked over the room with an almost expressionless looking face. “Parameters of the room however, are unknown. ERR0R detect…” She stopped and looked at the people again before tilting her head to the side. Then looked towards the ball thing that was near the other side of the room with peak curiosity. There was a man inside. Why was there a man inside attached to the ball? “Inquiry. Where are we? What is this location? How did I get here? Why are we here? Who are you people?” She was talking like a computer, it seemed like her speech systems weren’t entirely up and running just yet, despite being a cyborg.

Zu: 

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BRO!

A sudden jolt motivated Kenny, who had recently died, to wake up. He doubled over, heavily sweating after the dream he just had; a dream of death and sorrow. He lost his brother, and it was his fault that he couldn’t save either of them. It took a bit, but after breathing more slowly, he realized something.. he was alive. Kenny took a look around the room to see that he wasn’t the only one in it. He turned himself over once, seeing a big sphere just… sitting there. He looked once again at the people he saw. Is this a dream or something?, he asked himself, almost wondering if he should even ask the question.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
The room was now filling with people. People that had just as many questions as he had done. All looking disoriented, confused and in shock. Frank had just finished doing up his suit, and running his fingers over his name tag, when a pretty girl had grabbed a case and made her way over to a corner to get changed. Was there no privacy in this place? Frank spluttered as she started to get undressed, but thankfully she had someone with her that helped offer something of a privacy shield. The Detective’s cheeks flamed and he turned around whistling an odd tune. Thoughts turned back to Isolde, when he had watched her come out after a shower and she was looking for a towel….or was it the white soccer shorts. Either way, he was not at all comfortable watching the girl change.

Mister Whistler was the next one to get Frank’s attention. There was a naked man sitting in the centre of the black ball, and he was all hooked up to wires and electrodes that The man’s skin was devoid of any pigmentation. Like he was an albino and a sickly one at that. Frank made a face, then when he heard Mister Whistler tell the man that he was first, followed by poking the man with one of his guns, the Detective had to speak up.

“Don’t do that. You might wake the poor bugger. Is the ball thingy keeping him alive?”

Course, his questions might well get drowned out, by the many other voices in the room. One that sounded like a computer speaking, but it was a girl. Frank squinted as he tried to work out what the girl was asking. Same routine questions that Frank himself had asked.

“I don’t know, lady. But I have a feeling the guy in the ball is going to tell us.”

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

Don’t let the innocent face fool you – GS.

 

While the sibling vampires work out how to spend their eve, after feeding upon Sister Stevie, a young fellow has entered St Luke’s.  Oh he looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.  The truth was far more sinister.  With Father Thomas and his trusty sidekick going out to search for the missing nun, it was time for Manny to have some fun.

Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral and the Abandoned Warehouse.

Written with Zu and Chor.

 

Zu:

 

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So far, there was nobody to greet him. Whoever owned this place was an asshole, I mean he was only a Vampire. Manny made his way toward the door, which seemed to have some life in it, and Manny could smell it. While he was sure there were people in the church, he wasn’t very experienced in his abilities yet. Still, despite that, Manny was nothing to fool around with. He put on his innocent child persona, as he always did in case he could find some raw meat to sink his teeth into, worked every time. “H-Hello, is anyone here?”he called out sheepily, walking to the actual door like he was going through a bad part of town.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

As Father Tom started for the door, Rufus was one step ahead. He had been keen on Sister Stevie for some time, and as word passed around the church that she had yet to return from picking up cookies at the 7Eleven; the bell ringer went to get the Priest’s kit bag. It was a special bag that contained weapons to be used against the dark creatures of the night. Oh yes, Rufus was Father Tom’s side kick and assisted the Priest in helping hunt down the sinners that plagued the city streets. If one hair on Sister Stevie’s head had been harmed, Rufus would be her champion. Least that is how he liked to think of it. Father Thomas was the real hero….or anti hero. The Priest’s ways were not exactly orthodox. Considering himself to be a modern day Van Helsing of sorts.

The sisters busied themselves with doing the last of the packing up and cleaning the kitchen out as they waited for Sister Stevie to return. All were anxious, as she was the youngest of their sisterhood, and the most likely to come foul of whatever had caused her disappearance.

A voice however was heard at the entrance to the Cathedral, and it was asking if anyone was there.

“H-Hello, is anyone here?”

“Course there is, lad.” Father Tom said gruffly, as Rufus jogged up beside him. The bell ringer noting the small lad at the door. “You’re a bit late for bingo, Son. The nuns have packed up.”

Father Thomas rolled his eyes, but then had a thought and asked. “Have you seen a nun out on the street at all just now? We seem to be down one.” Maybe this lad had passed her by on the way across the street. If he hadn’t, that meant that the Priest and his bell ringer were going to have to go find her.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  When finished with her snack, Valarie stood gracefuly from her crouch to full height and faced her brother. Her eyes, black alike her soul, rolled back to show her attitude towards his comment. Perverted little fuck. Val ‘clomped’ her way over to him in her slightly heeled and fading black, leather boots.

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red,” she joked, trailing her nails down his arm before she took his hand. The nun was now a problem.

“What are you going to do with her? Tie her up?” Val asked, head cocked in question with her brows raised. What if by some miracle she regained her strength and escaped, only to tell of them and their nest? Valarie wasn’t that much worried about it htat she would let it ruin her and her brother’s fun night, but it was something that crossed her mind strongly enough for mention. Of course, her brother would be happy to just skip out with a stupid grin on his face, but Val knew better.

Zu:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

“No sir, I have not. I came here to stay for a bit, I don’t know where my brother is and our house is pretty far away. I was hoping I could come in, but if I’m bothering you. I’ll try somewhere else”

The boy’s sweet and innocent voice echoed through to the group of nuns that were huddled around the table to be packed away. Sister Marjorie’s ears pricked at hearing the boy’s plight and picking up the edges of her skirt she rushed over before the Priest could get another word in. The rather large nun, or head penguin as Father Thomas liked to regard her practically bowled the two men out of the way to get right up and close to the young lad.

“Oh, you poor thing. Come…come inside and we can take care of you while Father Tom goes off looking for Sister Stevie.” Before the boy had a chance to say another word, she tried to muscle him past the Priest who was rolling his eyes at her sense of charity. She’d take anyone in, but a boy she could not resist in the slightest.

“Do you know the Lord’s prayer? I do a rather rocking version of it.”

A loud groan came from the other nun’s as they knew that Sister Marjorie was going to be bringing out her guitar and singing….again. Sister Marjorie started to do a dance for Manny and a few of the other sisters got in behind her, to help kill the time and entertain their new guest.

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With the boy out of sight in the community hall part of the church, Father Thomas grabbed his kit from Rufus and urged him to follow the Priest out into the neighborhood. The search for Sister Stevie had begun, but little did he know what….or rather who he had left behind with his nuns. If only he had been more tuned into those he let walk right under his nose.

Rufus waved to the nuns and the lad, before closing the door behind him and scooting along after Father Thomas.

“She shouldn’t be too far….I think we should try the 7/Eleven first.”

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~The Abandoned Warehouse~

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red.” So, Val was up for some fun this eve. She was certainly dressed to kill, rocking those boots of hers with all the panache and style of a well heeled girl about town. Course, Val was still worried about the nun that they had stashed in the office of the abandoned warehouse. Val would prefer that they killed rather than left one alive with the chance that she might regain her strength and make a run for it. Reece felt they had it covered. His hand taken by his dear sister, he started to swing it back and forth and gave her a cheeky, yet sinister grin. “Val, after both you and I had fed on the girl, do you really think that she is going to be in any state to do the minute mile? Think about it. She’s like half empty pop top. The girl hasn’t a hope in hell of getting the strength to move for at least two days.” This he was practically certain of. Ripping his hand away and then wiping it on his jacket as though it was infectious he gave a light shrug. “All I know, is I am horny and bored. Come on.”

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Not waiting another moment he yanked open the door to the warehouse and strutted outside.

The night was young enough for them to make a real party of it.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Manny’s plan was flowing beautifully, it worked every time. He turned around with his still-innocent face, and smiled a little grin when welcomed by his main course. He walked in with them, and said goodbye to the one that could possibly get in his way. Manny didn’t know anything about the Lord, he didn’t exist. After all, there’s no way that anyone could just be alive like Manny, that makes no sense. He watched his little happy meals dance their stupid dance, sing their dumb songs and his stomach was thinking the same thing he was; feeding time. Manny wasted no time to get to the point. “Hey, I got a game me and my brother used to play. You want to play with me?” he asked, in the most sincere way possible, that childish grin plastered on his face.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Finishing their song, the nuns were ready to head back to the nunnery, when the boy who had been their one and only spectator asked if they would be interested in a game that he and his brother liked to play. He asked if they would play it with him.

Sister Marjorie saw no harm in it. Father Thomas and Rufus had not yet returned, so they could kill the time on waiting for the return of Sister Stevie by playing along with the sweet looking little fellow.

Leaning over the boy, the nun with a more than ample bosom; smiled sweetly down at Manny.

“What game did you want to play? Hide and Seek?”

She figured that would be the sort of game one could play in a church, unless it was charades. The other nuns crowded around the boy in a circle, waiting to hear what he had to say.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val, still the slightest bit unconvinced, shrugged. It didn’t matter really. She’d never cared much before, why bother now…

“Alright, alright; you’ve won. Let’s get out of this shit-hole. I want to breathe in the night,” Val replied to him, sucking in a stagnant breath of the stale and filthy warehouse air. The nigth held possibilites Val couldn’t even imagine. Her brother and her always got in the best kinds of trouble and always came home knowing they’d satisfied themselves.

I’m horny and bored. Val shook her head and followed her brother. Always the sex addict. Her hair blew fiercely as he thrust open the heavy rusted door as the wind surged in from the pressure difference.

 

Zu:  

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“Hm, something like that. It goes a little something like this! With that, Manny chomped down on the fresh meat that was too eager to be slaughtered. Before another one could get away, he grabbed her with only one hand, by the throat, and took a bite out of her too. If they thought they could escape, they should think again. Manny would be too fast for them, should they try to leave. This was even better, as there was no interference for anyone, or anything. He went one at a time, the sounds of death-deafening screams filling his ears like music. This is what he lived for, this was his normal.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Like penguins with their feet tied together…it was hard to outrun the short stack vampire on crack. Manny had tricked the nuns into thinking that this innocent face wanted to play a children’s game. No, he wanted to commit foul murder and feed on the hapless sisters till not one was left standing. Try as they dare to find an exit, there was no outrunning Manny. He was simply too fast for them. Blood letting of the worst kind. Nun’s with great gashes out of their necks, falling like flies. Deathly screams ringing out, while the savior stared down at them from the window panes, unaware that they were all to join with him in heaven much faster than anticipated.

From the outside of the church, you could only see the shadows of running nuns and then they would fall prey to the kid like vampire.

It was like something out of a sick horror movie, and the one person that could have saved them, was out searching for Sister Stevie. What would happen on his return to find his beloved nuns eaten alive?

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The last nun fell to Manny’s brutal attack, her gurgling cries soon silenced as the look of death now stared from her face. Body after body was strewn all around the church. Helter skelter, no mercy had been shown.

 

~RB~

 

Dinner for Two – GS.

 

With Elissa coming over for dinner, Tommy needs to get his act together after the run in with Tamika and Madame Rose Li.  Will he let those events spoil his night?  Read on and see.

Scene setting : Tommy’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Tommy’s apartment

6.30pm

The basket that had been left at his front door was now sitting on a lounge room chair, while Tommy was busy in the kitchen. He had made a promise to Elissa that he would cook for her that eve, and it was a promise that he had no intention of breaking. Tommy had decided on a family favorite. Thai green prawn curry with jasmine rice and condiments. One thing about Tommy was, he did keep a lot of fresh food on hand, being that his diet required it – that and he was passionate about cooking; something that had been passed down from his own Mother.

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The kitchen now gave off a heavenly smell, and with the curry simmering nicely, Tommy took the chance to go and grab a quick shower and freshen up before his dinner date. Passing the large mirror just above a book case, he glanced at it. It was easy to see the worry lines now on his forehead. Frank still hadn’t called and the weight of guilt was starting to fall heavily on his shoulders. That….and the incident with Tamika out in the hall. Was he wrong to tell her the truth about his relationship with Elissa? Tommy had always been so non committal when it came to relationships, though Tamika had a way of worming into his life and his apartment at times. He knew he was going to have to try and get his key back off her at some point. Sooner, rather than later.

Before getting in the shower, Tommy did try Frank’s phone again. It simply rang out. Tommy let out an exasperated sigh. With what Madame Rose said, still fresh in his mind, he knew that something was definitely up. But what could he do? Everything had pretty much centered around Frank for the past week or so. Was Tommy being selfish, to just want to have one night not having to worry about the detective? Tossing the phone on the bed, Tommy headed into the bathroom, slowly stripping off as he did so. He left a trail of clothes that led up to the shower cubicle, where he could now be seen behind the opaque glass pane. The hot jets soothed his body, and soon he was busy scrubbing himself down, and then washing his hair. Elissa would be arriving at any moment, and he wanted everything to be just perfect.

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Once out of the shower and patted down, he dressed in a simple grey t shirt and jeans. All formality and the usual suits going out the window. He even was padding around barefoot. This was his way of relaxing. Passing the red basket one more time, Tommy rolled his eyes, before picking out the bottle of champagne and taking it to the fridge. Might as well chill it. What could it hurt?

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa kept forgetting that Tommy had a bit of money on him–of course he would, he was a reporter. He might not be a business tycoon, but he was probably doing better than some, and this was a nice apartment complex. Taking a deep breath as she drove up to one of the parking spots, she made sure to give herself a nice look in the mirror, making sure she looked alright. Besides putting on the dress and some simple flip flops to go with them, she hadn’t done a whole heck of a lot. She’d brushed her hair and made sure everything was neat, had used a little make up to touch up blemishes but nothing that anyone would ever notice. She wasn’t a girly girl that really made herself up, as it was this probably a bit more than usual, but she wanted to look good for him, especially since he was going through all this effort. It wasn’t like she was uncomfortable in this either–while it may have looked nice, really it was just as comfortable as anything else she owned, perhaps more so in some regards. If he just wanted to relax and have a nice casual date, she was more than happy with that… again, she just wanted to make their first proper date a good one and look at least a little more proper than ‘I was just shot, can you tell?’

A check at the front desk for room number and an elevator ride later and she was at Tommy’s door, checking herself and making sure that she was all set. Satisfied, she gave a ‘shave and a haircut’ knock and waited for him at the front, hand on her hip just for the sake of theatrics. Oh shoot… had she put on deodorant? Bugger…

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy was just about to enter the kitchen to give the curry sauce a stir, when he heard the knocking at the door. A quick check of the time, and sure enough, Elissa was right on time. Tommy wondered if she had managed to come along by herself, and not had to bring the fluffy Princess. Striding over to the front door, he undid the two locks and swung it open, only to see his girl standing there with her hand on her hip – a real sexy pose. Tommy’s eye cast up and down to take in what she was wearing. She looked fantastic, but then again she looked just as good without clothes. Tommy found himself smiling freely, and took a step back to allow her to come in.

“Hope you’re hungry.” His voice had a richness to it. Standing there in his simple t shirt and jeans, it looked a bit strange compared to the backdrop of his apartment, which was almost clinical. It was a large open space, vast windows that showed the city skyline, and modern furnishings that would have cost a bundle. There was expensive art pieces on the walls, but in one corner, there were a series of black and white photographs of Tommy and his brother. They were taken by one of the paper’s top photographers on top of one of the city’s buildings. You could see the likeness and playful attitude between the two young men. Both athletic looking. Model material with natural features that just caught your eyes and you couldn’t look away.

When Elissa passed through the door, Tommy would close it, being careful to lock it. He gave the door a pat and turned on his heel as he knew that Elissa would probably be checking out his place.

After the rotten day he had had, and of course the drama when he entered his building, Tommy wanted to relax and just enjoy being with Elissa. To have her to himself again.

“Would you like a tour?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa was more than happy to see the look on Tommy’s face as he caught how she looked, smiling back just as freely as she looked him over. Apparently he was in a less formal mindset, but that said he still looked great in that shirt… not that he needed clothing to look good, but hey. As he stepped back, she would gladly follow him in, responding to his comment with a grin and a nod. Almost immediately she was struck by the smell of what he was cooking. She couldn’t pick up what everything was, she could cook but she wasn’t a mistress of the trade, but she knew the scents of shrimp and curry when she caught them. Good choices, though she hadn’t had the two combined. Would be interesting.

Of course, that took second place to his room. As she walked in she couldn’t help but marvel at just how nice the place looked. She had been expecting this to be a nice place, but dang! This was a lovely home, from the furnishings to the paintings. She especially liked the view–she was so used to being stuck way down low; it was rare that she got the chance to look out onto the skyline like this. Eventually she would catch the romantic place-setting for their dinner, and she’d smirk at the sight… he really was pulling out all the stops for her wasn’t he? It would be nice to be able to relax again. To get away from the madness of work, to forget about this idiocy with the ‘alien’, to forget that they had been in a firefight just yesterday… just to have some nice time between the two of them. Was that so much to ask? Was that too selfish?

Letting out a soft, content sigh, she would soon hear his question and happily turn to him and nod emphatically to him, before pausing, putting her finger up, going to the front and kicking her ‘shoes’ off and setting her purse down. ~Now, I would,~ she said, blushing a little.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “My mother always said that girls love a guy that can cook. So, I took my lessons from her.” Tommy was now feeling much more relaxed that Elissa was here. He enjoyed watching her walk into the apartment, and then stop to take it all in. It was much bigger than her place of course, and he hoped that it didn’t overwhelm her. Tommy didn’t exactly go into detail how much he was worth, but it was safe to say that he could afford the nicer things in life. Watching Elissa turn and show that radiant smile of hers was reward enough. He glanced down as she kicked off her shoes and set down her purse. She was more than ready for the tour.

Moving to her side, he took her hand in his and led her slowly through the spacious lounge area and to the right where his room was just off the side. They walked through the open doorway to view a large king size bed, adorned in a silver grey and black doona with matching cushions and pillow rolls. The room looked like it had been in Vogue, everything was immaculate, which didn’t match the way Tommy had been at her place. He must have a house keeper. In fact, he did. She also took care of the shopping, though Tamika had been keen to cook for Tommy on many occasions using her own supplies. A large walk in robe, that any New York girl would die for was to the right of the bed, then that went through to his ensuite. A shower cubicle large enough for four people, with a marble and white vanity and loo. Mirrors were everywhere and Hollywood lighting was around the mirrors over the vanity. It was glamorous….for a guy.

“The bed is not normally so neat.” Tommy squeezed Elissa’s hand as he said this. Well, he hadn’t been in his own bed for a few nights now. Thanks to…Frank and of course Elissa. That part he didn’t mind at all. Tommy then said off the cuff “It would look a lot better with you in it.” There was that cheeky Tommy resurfacing.

Bringing Elissa back out to the main open area, he pointed out his office, and to the right of that was the guest room. He had it set up for when his Mother came to the city so it had a woman’t touch. Not at all masculine. The office walls were lined with all sorts of sporting memorabilia, and there was a treadmill with large flat screen tv on the wall. A set of weights, and rolled up yoga mat was leaning against the wall. Seeing this side of Tommy, and how he lived might intrigue Elissa, or she could understand him a little more.

The lounge area showed an eight seater leather lounge that was in an L shape, and faced a monstrous entertainment system with a large wall mounted TV. A great place to catch those late night movies. It was all very inviting.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Well, Tommy’s mom wasn’t wrong about the cooking thing, at least for Elissa. It was always a wonderful treat when one came home to find a wonderful meal waiting for them–granted that she also did the same, but she always preferred relationships that were a give and take. As for the home, she wasn’t quite what one would call overwhelmed–she’d been in nice places like this, though not as a date or guest or anything like that. That said, it was still impressive, and it informed her that, besides being a wonderful guy who was quirky, intelligent, great looking, and amazing in bed, he clearly had a bank account to lean on. Why not tell her he was the heir to a throne while you were at it.

When they got to the bedroom, she was mostly just surprised by how large it was; the details were impressive, but getting this much space in New York was like trying to get the golden egg laying goose to lay again after you’d dissected it and stitched it back together with googly eyes. The walk in robe probably didn’t impress Elissa as much as it would have most New York women, but she was still surprised by it–again, thanks to the size. And then there was the bathroom, and in her head she was already promising herself that they would go in there sometime soon. Honestly, she didn’t even question if it was femmy or not; she was a woman who shot bank robbers for a living, she was pretty certain that a guy who liked feeling nice wasn’t going to get any stranger looks.

As he first introduced the bed properly, she would roll her eyes at the ‘not so neat’ comment, assuming that the reason for that was that he was usually a bit of a lazy slob. A place this large, you NEEDED a house maid to look after it–either that or spend a LOT of time yourself. Then, just as she was running her hand over the fabric, wondering what it was like (quite nice, as the case might be), she would look up at his comment, immediately returning his cheeky grin and cocking her hips. ~You better believe it.~

The rest of the place was also pretty interesting, though not quite as much of a shock to the system that the other bits had been. The guest room for his mother was rather sweet, and something that she could definitely appreciate–it was nice when a man was close to his family. Actually, she needed to send another email to her folks, now that she thought about it. The sports memorabilia got a smirk out of her–suppose it was inevitable that every guy would like some sport or another. The treadmill was an interesting touch as well as all the other work-out equipment; she had a little herself, but she kept it tucked away under beds and in closets and such… then again she didn’t have the space to spare to keep it out in the open. It was good that he took such pride in looking after himself, not that she’d doubted it from the previous time.~A yoga man, huh?~ she commented as her gaze passed over the mat, ~I would’ve thought you more of a tai chi person.~

As for the lounger area, well it was about what she would expect from the sort of money on display–it was impressive and expensive. With the tour done, she would turn to him with a grin, ~You, my dear, are one fancy son of a bitch.~

 

Razorbackwriter:  Watching Elissa sign that she thought Tommy was more of a tai chi person, made Tommy chuckle. The idea of practicing Tai chi in those satin pajama like suits just wasn’t his thing. Besides, yoga kept him very fit and it was something he could do either with a class or at home – which was more the case. The reporter winked at Elissa.“Each to their own.”

Wandering back out into the main lounge area, the tour was over and dinner was about ready to be served, until Elissa turned around in front of him and showed that wicked grin that he loved so much.

~You, my dear, are one fancy son of a bitch.~

“Looks are deceiving. I’m just a regular guy. You should already know that by now.” Tommy poked her nose gently with the tip of his finger, before gesturing for her to take a seat at the dinner table. “I’ll be serving up dinner, why not grab a seat?”

The table was already set, but Tommy had to get things prepared in the kitchen so he could bring it out to be served properly. He padded back into the kitchen, which had a large opening view space so Elissa would be able to see him as he worked. By the way he moved about, Elissa would be able to see that he knew his way around a kitchen, and the steam rose off the curry as he lifted the lid and gave it another stir. Tommy started with placing a special cup mold of rice on each plate, then ladled out the shrimp, followed by a good coverage of the green thai sauce. He used garnish and had poppadoms ready in a small basket, along with yogurt and chutney. Tommy would need to make a few trips back and forth, but not before placing down the dinner plates. One before Elissa and another where Tommy was to sit.

Tommy selected the Champagne that had come out of the gift basket from the fridge, and brought that out last. The candles were lit and Tommy clicked the remote to have soft music playing in the background.

It was all very romantic.

Tommy took his seat, which was just adjacent Elissa and smirked at her. He was curious to see if she liked his cooking. He had done a lot in the small time he had before she arrived, so it was a bit of a rush job.

Off to the side on a chair was the basket of roses and chocolates from Madame Rose Li. Tommy had forgotten to dispose of it.

“Bon appetite, El.”

Tommy raised a glass to her and waited for her to reciprocate.

~RB~

 

 

Coming home – GS.

 

Following on from Tommy’s stop off at Madame Rose Li’s club.

Razorbackwriter: 

6.00pm

The lift door drew open slowly to show a troubled looking Tommy. Already having tried Frank’s number a dozen times and having left countless messages, there was no answer. Rose’s words were now ringing in his ears that she had done something, but what? She wasn’t exactly forthcoming, and told him to just be the reporter and get the story himself. Tommy hated her games, and it was clear she was in control of it. If only Frank would answer. After his last stint of vanishing, Tommy was starting to get a feeling that Frank didn’t want to be found. Had he gone and done something stupid again?

Turning the corner, he stared down the hallway, only to then see Jay open his door and wave him over. Jay being one of his neighbors, and a good friend.

“Dude, where you been? Tamika has been up to your apartment a few times and then came knocking on my door looking for you.”

This news had Tommy face palm. Tamika. The girl with the insane crush. It was all he needed on top of the fact that Frank was not answering his phone. With all that had happened the past few days, and his new relationship with Elissa, Tamika was the last person on his mind. Jay stood waiting to see what Tommy had to say.

“I’ve been staying at….uhm..”

“You’re dating another girl? Woah man.”

“I was never dating Tamika.” The reporter groaned. “She was just a friend.”

At this, Jay let out a loud laugh. He knew Tamika was besotted with Tommy, but Tommy just didn’t have those sorts of feelings for her. In fact, the way he felt about Elissa was all very new to him. Totally out of character. Tommy, the man that never committed had more or less done that with Elissa. Sort of.

“Tommy, you gotta deal with Tamika if you are with a girl….like…really with a girl. I can see the future, man, and….girls like Tamika don’t take rejection well at all.”

Tommy leaned against the wall, and pulled out his phone. Again checking to see if Frank had messaged or tried to call. Still nothing. Jay leaned forward, and whispered. “You going to send her a text?”

“No.”

“Whatever you do, don’t do it on social media. Do it in person. I seen this kinda shit turn ugly.” One thing about Jay, he knew when to lay it out there and thick. He was right of course. Tommy had no one to blame but himself. It was then that the sound of footfalls caused both men to look down the hall. It was Tamika.

“Tommy! Where have you been?”

Jay’s face was one of…~Here we go~ “Listen Tommy, I got something in the nuker. I gotta go.” He then promptly shut the door. Knowing him though, he would be listening at the other side of the door. Tommy was now in the firing line, as Tamika looked up at him expectantly.

“Tommy? I’ve been so worried.”

“Tam, listen. We….have to talk.”

He had that tone in his voice and Tamika looked puzzled by his words. “Can’t we do it in your apartment. i was going to fix you dinner.” Tommy tipped his head back and let out an exasperated sigh. “You can’t keep doing this, Tammy. I told you.”

Apparently Tamika was deaf and blind to what Tommy really wanted. He never considered them more than friends, as hard as Tamika tried to be in a relationship with him. Bringing his head down so he looked at her, he knew he had to come clean.

“Tam…I’ve met someone, and…I’m in love with her.”

There it was….the truth. Tamika just stood there as though she had been hit with the high beams. She let out a little laugh, and then smiled awkwardly. “What?”

“I’ve met a girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.” This was heavy. Really heavy news. Tommy didn’t know how else to say it. He didn’t want to hurt Tamika, but she never quite seemed to get it. And from the look on her face, she still wasn’t.

“You…met a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…” Tamika was heart broken, and she looked down at the shopping bags in her hands. Looked like she wouldn’t be cooking him dinner after all. Trying hard to keep her composure, Tamika reacted in a very strange way. Almost like she was happy for him. You just don’t trust a woman who smiles after telling them something this traumatic. Tamika blinked repeatedly, and took a backward step. “I have to go….now.”

 

Tommy frowned as he watched Tamika trying to retreat. He was half expecting her to slap him, or yell. She did neither of these things.

“Tammy….I’m sorry.” Words said a little late, as Tamika disappeared around the corner. The guy had just broken her heart. She reached the lift and was hiccuping sobs as she pressed the button to leave the floor. Looking back, she couldn’t see he was still standing there. The lift opened and she entered quietly.

Now left to his own devices, Tommy turned and headed to his apartment door. Waiting outside was a basket. It had been sent by Madame Rose Li. It contained flowers….red roses, chocolates and a bottle of champagne. The reporter wanted to pick it up and hurl it down the passage way.

Women!

 

~RB~

Saw – Madame Rose Li’s Club : GS.

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Madame Rose Li’s Club – “Saw”

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was now well after 5pm and Tommy had already dealt with his reporting duties at the hospital under the instruction of his editor back at the New York Times. With his article sent in to the head office, he now wanted to stop off at the one place that he knew he would get answers about the package and its contents, that Frank was going to be using against the Commander. Frank had not called Tommy as yet or left a text. Both of these facts had the reporter worried, but he knew that Frank was on a mission and that really Tommy had no place to interfere. Especially after he had been warned off by his editor. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t go and confront Rose about her involvement. There was something about those photographs. Pure coincidence, or was there a motive behind it. Tommy didn’t trust the woman. Especially after he behavior when his brother died. It disgusted him. Sadly, his brother loved the woman. Not that it got him anywhere.

Pulling up outside the club, Tommy got out of his car and shut the door before locking it. The streets were pretty much devoid of life at this time of day. The club was not even open yet, not to punters. But he was already spotted by one of Rose’s guards, and gestured to come towards the entrance. Could it be that she was expecting him? Not showing any hint of emotion, Tommy walked around the car and strolled up to the front door. A large dark skinned man with shades and a black suit was watching and then gave Tommy a nod, as he opened the door for him to enter.

Just like that.

Walking through the club, it was deserted. No patrons were inside as yet, just staff going about their duties. Restocking the bar, preparing the tables. All looked up as Tommy entered. He was so much like his brother, that one would easily think that the dead had come back to life. Only it was the gentle laughter of a woman down the back, with some young lad that she was teasing, that would have Tommy focus on the darkened corner. Of course she would have a toy boy on a chain. It was her style. The moment that she spotted Tommy however, Rose put her hand up to the young man’s face and then dismissed him as easily as you would a bus boy. The real deal was here.

Dressed in a red cocktail dress with a sparkling diamond necklace, Rose got out of her chair and swanned over to where Tommy was standing. She looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. A glint in her eyes of mischief, that Tommy was not at all happy to see.

 

“You came.”

“Not for what you are thinking, Rose.”

The reporter stared her down, while she became coy in her presence. “Oh you would blush if you knew what I was thinking.” The woman was known for having an insatiable appetite for men. She reached up and caressed Tommy’s cheek, causing him to harden his jaw. If anything, it just turned the woman on even more so. A challenge if ever she saw one. “Are you hungry? I was about to enjoy a rather tasty new dish.” The innuendos were coming thick and fast now. Was she speaking about her toy boy, or a meal cooked by her chef? Tommy already had plans to cook dinner for Elissa and simply shook his head.

“I’m saving myself.”

“Really? Who is she?” The woman had a radar that could track a rival quickly, and by the way Tommy was acting, he was off her menu.

“None of your business. Let’s cut to the chase. Why did you give me the pictures of the Commander and….that..”

This was not what Rose was expecting and she suddenly looked disappointed. “Because, I was trying to help your friend. Remember, Detective Frank Malone?’ Naturally, Tommy knew what she meant, but was that the real reason. The whole thing stunk to high heaven. At this point she grinned, and made a cat like pawing at Tommy’s jacket – at which he seized her wrist and tightened his grip. “You don’t help anyone, but yourself. Like you are trying to do now.” There was a menace in his voice, and Rose was loving every minute of it. She didn’t even try to wrestle free, but pushed herself up against him.

“I know what I want, Tommy. And I think you know it too.” Her eyes searched his for some showing of feelings for her….good or bad. Tommy released his grip and pushed her back at the same time, causing her to lose her balance and grip the nearest chair. Her hair whipping around her, but if she was upset, it wasn’t showing. She grinned menacingly, as she heard the Chef bring out the dinner plates. It was a roast meal. Roasted goat with vegetables and all the trimmings.

“The things I have done for you. Why…even now, I’ve tried to make your friend’s problems….go away.”

Tommy’s eyes hardened from what he had just heard. “What do you mean, Rose?”

Rose raised herself up to standing proudly, before tearing a piece of goat meat one of the plates on her table and licking it.

“You’re the reporter, go find the story.”

Tommy knew right away, that Frank was probably in trouble. The reporter slammed his fist down on the table causing the cutlery and plates to fly off and clatter to the ground. Staying here was wasting time, and he knew that Rose was just toying with him now. He spun on his heels and took off out of the club, leaving Rose standing there knowing that he would be back….and she’d be waiting.

 

~RB~