“Hello Humans!” – GS.

 

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With breakfast almost done, Frank and Isolde are about to make a move.  What is waiting for them out on the street?  Oh, you’ll never believe it.

Scene setting : Jax’s Coffee House

Co-written with Chor and Temp.

 

Chor:  Isolde felt a sort of release as she talked about herself. These were things even Khalil barely knew, which showed just how private and alone she kept. At the mention of the horse-back riding, a huge grin found itself to Frank’s lips, surprising Isa. What had she said? He spoke then, about his grandparents and their horse farm.

Her Aunt Scherze had a few horses, mostly unbroken save for Doof. Her aunt named the horse because it was clearly suffering from some sort of mental disorder, but it was the gentlest horse there and during her vacations to Germany Isa loved to ride the red roan appaloosa filly on cool Sunday mornings before Gran would drag them off to church, always complaining that Isolde smelled of manure. When Isa was eleven, she received a call saying that Doof had passed away. His brain had been riddled with cancer for many years and they thought it best to put him down rather than let him suffer any longer.

Isolde put food in her mouth so Frank didn’t seem like the only one eating. Really she was deep in thought until he spoke again, having finished his meal. She looked down to her half-eaten plate and back up, grinning. Her? A catch? The idea of it made her want to laugh, but she didn’t. A light blush had come over her cheeks and she pretended to wipe her bare lips to cover it.

I would propose then…that you tie together all of these hideous hooded sweatshirts. T’would make a better net than a wardrobe in my opinion,” Isolde shot back to him, listening to him laugh at his little joke. She had not let it die liek he had probably intended. Finishing her meal in a couple more bites, Isolde went to her coffee, sipping it cautiously as it was still the slightest bit hot.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Perhaps I could tie together the hoodies, but I can tell that you aren’t overly keen on them. Be more of a deterrent if anything.” This was said with absolute honesty. Why Frank even kept that box in the closet was a mystery, but he wasn’t one that tended to throw things away. Like his marriage. His behavior didn’t help him there, but if he had the chance all over Frank may have done things differently. Though, it was one way of finding out what his ex was truly like. It is the rough patches in marriage that test our love. If the foundation is weak to start with, it has no chance of lasting. Isa thankfully played along with Frank’s banter which only helped to create a more relaxing breakfast – from what had earlier been something out of a Jackass movie. You would honestly have to wonder if Frank knew anything about women at all by the way he acted. The real reason was more caution if anything. He wasn’t a player like Tommy. Frank was more one for keeps, if you could put up with his God awful puns and strange habits. The Frank that sat opposite Isa was a far cry from his youth. The young forensics officer might be surprised to know that back in the day Frank was a real risk taker and something of a rebel. How times and events shape and mold us.

Now that the pair were onto their coffee, the meals having being eaten; Frank took out his wallet and placed out a few notes to pay for their breakfast. He wouldn’t accept Isa paying her share, since he believed a man should pay for the woman when dining out.

Stuffing his wallet back into his jacket, Frank mused on what Tommy was up to. No call back. The detective hoped he was okay. Elissa too. Maybe they should pay her a visit, to check on her shoulder.

“Fancy going over to El’s?”

Course Isa would know he meant Elissa. Frank still felt terribly responsible for her injuries. The girl didn’t deserve what happened.

~RB~

 

Chor:  
Isolde laughed at his reply to her suggestion.

Ja, I’d likely asphyxiate on the fabric from being surrounded by such hideously over-bright colours,” she replied, still chuckling as she took one last sip from her coffee. As he placed the money for the check, Isa frowned. He’s already spent an awful lot on her and she can tell he’s suffering from some financial hardship, so while she is not it feels wrong to let him pay.

That sounds fine to me,” Elissa said with a shrug, but also looking down at how guilty her outfit would look. Actually? Fuck it; she doesn’t live for what anyone else thinks. She gestured for them to go with a smile as the waitress cleaned their table behind them. As they walked out, she secretly slipped enough cash in bills to cover her meal cost into his pocket. You learn all sorts of things living in the city. Suddenly, as if a cloud had lifted, a thought came to Isa. How in hell could she have forgotten?

You know I’ve got a car, right?” she asked him, wondering. She bought the car immediately after school and has had it ever since. It was currently sitting in the parking garage near the station. They needn’t take a cab everywhere. She didn’t really mind it, but it would certainly save some cash in their wallets from the stingy cabbies of New York.

 

Temp:  Xillia had moved from Times Square, venturing further into the city completely aimlessly. There wasn’t much that she wanted to do at the moment other than explore her surroundings. Studying the humans that inhabited the planet would be something she did along the way. There would likely be all sorts of different opportunities to do so, considering how many of them there were. She had already managed to gather quite a crowd, most of which was continuing to follow her through the streets.

Eventually she wound up in an area she’d never really seen before. The only references to places she had were things from movies and pictures, which she had acquired on her home world. Even though she was lost, she really hadn’t decided on any one destination, so it meant little to her. What did meant a lot to her was greeting every human she saw. Being such a tall creature had it’s advantages, especially when you were looking for things smaller than you. She spotted two humans near what seemed to be a restaurant, which she then started to walk towards. As soon as she was close to the two, she offered them both a happy wave and a bright smile.“Hello humans! Your planet is wonderful!” Was that the kind of compliment that would appeal to them? Who knows.

 

A dance as old as time – SS.

Doctor Wilhelm and his team get a raven from Lydia.  What could the Princess of Greed want with them?

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Much to Roxanne’s surprise, the creature actually responded to her ‘command’. The thing seemed to be satisfied to hear her talk and put up no sort of fuss about what she had requested of it. Just why was this creation so focused on her? Perhaps there was more to her than she even knew. Whatever the reasoning behind it was didn’t really matter. The fact it listened to her was what mattered, and she was sure The Doctor would be very pleased by this result. Once the ‘fight’ started between the giant and the Orc, she stood still in the middle of the room. Her body turned to watch the monster chase after the Orc in circles, which forced quite a pleased giggle to escape her. Eventually the little chase came to a bloody and violent end, resulting in the Orc losing his head to the creature. Interestingly enough, the giant stepped over to her and offered her the severed head as a sort of gift. She reached out and took the bloody and bruised head into one of her hands and then patted the creatures arm, looking up at it with a wonderful smile on her face. It was kind of cute…in a really weird and fucked up way.

Razorbackwriter:  Slowly, Igor opened the iron gate that had kept the creation along with the dead orc and Roxanne in the Demonstration room. The testing had proved what the Doctor suspected. The creature had a very strong liking for not just Roxanne’s perfect pair, but the woman herself. The mummy like nursey was a hit. The super solider would be effective against the chosen foe, but he would need to be ordered by Roxanne herself in how and who to fight. A minor detail really, but one that could be overcome with the right technology. Already the Doctor’s mind was working out ideas for how to stream Roxanne’s voice to the giant in the battle field. This would give her more responsibility, but he felt it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Igor was already loading up the head less body of the orc onto a trolley which would go back to the chop shop and be used again in the Doctor’s research.

Rising slowly, the Doctor offered Narcissa his hand when all of a sudden, a black raven entered the room and circled around the pair, before coming to land on one of the chairs the Doctor had been sitting on. Tied to his foot was an invitation. Tearing it off, the Doctor went to read it and then cocked his head to the right slightly. A masked ball? The further he read the bigger his smile would be. A personal invitation from the newly appointed Princess of Greed. How wonderful. Immediately…the Doctor had ideas. He glanced at Narcissa slyly and then asked.

“Care to be my date for a royal ball?” He asked the Frankenstein like creation, before shouting down to Roxanne. “Do you think your new love toy can dance?” The Doctor was going to get the creation to come with them to the ball, along with Roxanne as his partner. Igor…looked a bit sad by all this sudden excitement.

“What about me?” the hunchback asked with a glum look. The Doctor sighed and offered. “Next time, my dear Igor. When I make you a woman, then you can come.”

The creature wasn’t paying any attention to the doctor, instead gazing lovingly at Roxanne who was patting his arm lightly.Mmmmmm!” Yes, the creature was in love with the busty little nurse. Question was…..could he dance?

The Doctor showed Narcissa the invitation and waited eagerly for her response. This could be a very good chance to get more sales and showcase their latest creation all in one.

~RB~

Temp:  
Roxanne had led the creature into the center of the room, giving Igor a smile and a wave as he took care of the remains of the Orc. This creature was truly fascinating in how it functioned, though she still didn’t really understand why. Maybe it looked at her first when it woke up or something? Whatever the reason was could remain a mystery so long as it continued to listen to her. No doubt The Doctor already had some sort of plan, so she could leave the thinking to him. The creature seemed to be pleased with Roxanne praising it, which it ‘vocalized’. She took what The Doctor had said about a ‘royal ball’, but wasn’t quite sure where that subject had popped up from. There was probably some kind of invitation that he had just noticed or something. It seemed he was going to be taking Narcissa with him as his date, and have Roxanne take the creature as hers. The fact he didn’t ask her to be his date was something that buzzed in the back of her mind, but she decided to forget about it. There was no point worrying about such a thing, as all that really mattered to her was what he wanted. What he wanted apparently had something to do with getting the creature to dance. Would he really be able to do that kind of thing? “Hmm…umm…would you please dance with me?” She said as she looked up at the creature and extended one of her hands out to him to take. Hopefully he would respond in a good way.

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor’s face softened as he watched Roxanne do exactly as he asked. Seeing if the creature could dance and perform for the likes of royalty at a ball. They had no knowledge of his life before death at the War of wrath and so far he had proved his worth in the test battle. This test….was different again. The Doctor snapped his fingers, as Igor went over to an old phonograph and took out a record, placing it down on the turntable, then cranking up the side of the box so the record would spin. Lightly, he placed the stylus arm down on the spinning record, and a song filtered through the arena come demonstration room.

As the first few strands of music were heard, the creature looked a little bit confused, but then heard the busty and bandaged nurse ask if he would dance with her. At first, he made a whining sound – almost like he was afraid too. Up in the viewing platform, the Doctor gripped the railing and urged the pair on.

“Just one dance…that is all I ask.”

The creature saw the young nurse offer her hand and he hesitantly took it in his large bloody hand. What one didn’t know was how strong the creature was, and he practically lifted Roxanne off her feet. Together the pair started to waltz. It was incredible to watch as the giant traipsed through puddles of orc blood. He was a little bit unsteady, but after a few turns he beamed a gruesome smile at Roxanne – the apple of his eye.

And then….he did something totally unexpected. “Loc!” The creature shouted his name….followed by…“Dancing!….Loc!…Dancing. AHAHA…HAAAAAAAAA!” He was thrilled to be dancing and spinning the bandaged nursey around. Loc was in heaven, in the midst of hell.

~RB~

Moo:  Having gotten front row seats made for a good show, while Narcissa continued to bounce in her seat, leaning forward and clapping excitedly for the new super soldier. She was cheering on a fellow creation of the Good Doctor, even though the monster seemed to lack the brain capacity Narcissa had. At least he understood Roxanne’s hesitant orders…and clearly without hesitation…or remorse for that poor orc. The soldier managed to tear that thing’s head off within moments of it grasping onto the iron gate. This was the moment when the girl would pop up from her seat and clap her hands quickly before everyone began settling again. Wilhelm offered a hand in which she took before catching sight of bird swooping in. A black raven, to be exact. Narcissa let out a sound of awe while her gleaming eyes followed it away from the room. Meanwhile, the Good Doctor had been reading a message it had carried with it.

In watching the Doctor’s smile brighten, Narcissa leaned closer to catch a glimpse at the words on the paper. Her hands clasped behind her back while she glanced over his shoulder. It helped that the creation was taller than even Wilhelm. Though, she’d barely managed to get through the first few lines when he offered her a sly glance, at which she jumped back an inch, eyes widening slightly. “A royal ball?” she repeated, tone full of enthusiasm. “Yes!” She already danced in delight before hopping down from the viewing area, twirling after she landed rather gracefully. She held out the sides of her lab coat as if she were wearing a gown, twirling once more before the invitation was passed down to her. Narcissa took it and began to read happily, still dancing with an imaginary partner…one hand held up in the air to hold what was to be its shoulder, and the other holding the invitation to her face, attention averted while everyone else carried on in conversation.

After a few moments, her dancing slowed to a stop. An entirely rare side to the frankensteinian monster showed itself for a moment while her smile faded into a mere line, brows furrowing as she became utterly confused. The poor girl didn’t enjoy this feeling. “But…it says you and one more?” Narcissa blinked several times in reading that single bit of the invitation. Or maybe the entire group would be accepted due to the nature of the Good Doctor’s work. The thought seemed to brighten the ever chipper creation once again and the entire question was forgotten completely. Her bright smile returned and she nodded eagerly. “Let’s go then!”

Temp:  Roxanne could immediately tell that the creature seemed a bit nervous, which was actually kind of strange. She really didn’t expect it to have these sorts of feelings. “It’s okay…don’t be scared.” She spoke softly to the creature and continued to smile as he took hold of her hands. He was definitely strong, something she could feel through his grip, and not to mention much taller. She hadn’t expected him to lift her off the ground, nor did she expect him to actually start dancing. This creature really was a strange one. The majority of the dancing was actually being done by the giant, which was simply spinning her about as her legs dangled below her. The real surprise came when the creation shouted something out, and then shouted even more as he started to laugh, continuing to spin her around like a rag doll. It wasn’t bothersome or dangerous for her at all, but it was really unexpected. Loc. This seemed like it was likely the creatures name, which he somehow managed to remember. “You’re a good dancer Loc!” Notreally, but why not encourage the strange beast?

Roxanne’s jiggling jellies – SS

 

 

Scene setting:  Hell’s Kitchen laboratory.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne and the other employee’s of Hell’s Kitchen eventually arrived back at their work place, having just returned from the House of Red Velvet. She would be the first to walk into the building, hopping along the entire way. There was no telling what would be their first order of business, but she would happily do whatever was given as an order.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was still plenty giddy after the eventful night the group had, despite having been calmed slightly by the sight of that woman on the rack. Would that be a frequent event in the club? She hopped out the car after the ignition was cut off, humming happily to herself while she pranced after the ever lovely Roxanne. “I wonder how he’s doing!” she thought aloud, referring to their latest creation. Would he be intelligent like she was? Would he be strong? Fast? Would he like food?! She twirled as she neared the door, taking it from Roxanne before walking inside. Oh, she would finally be able to take off the dress too!

 

Razorbackwriter:  The lab team had returned from the House of Red Velvet, some with full bellies and good humor, others slightly scarred by what they had witnessed on leaving the club. The Doctor was not all that fussed with the hedonistic and showman like antics of the Warlock, but that was his affair and Wilhelm didn’t feel like watching a girl tortured just for the sake of it. Taking off his good coat, and hanging it on a hook on the door, he rubbed his hands together and went to go and get dressed once again in his favorite white lab coat. Hell’s kitchen was his home, and work place. Everything he worked for and created was right here. Including Roxanne, Narcissa….and now his newest creation. The super solider. Waltzing past the trio as they all assembled back inside the lab, Wilhelm summoned Igor to his side and whispered.

“If…the creation is incredibly violent….get the sedative ready.”

“Of course….Master.” The humpback saluted, before limping off to go and get the needle. This needle was a big one, since the solider was akin to a giant, and would need a lot of the drug if he went out of control. Motioning for Roxanne and Narcissa to assist once they had changed out of their finery, the trio would then go into the chop shop, where a low growling noise was coming.

Sure enough, on the center slab was the gruesome looking soldier, who was wiggling his fingers under the restraints. Wilhelm eased up alongside the creature and stroked his forehead. “Are you ready for some testing?” He asked of the creature, who growled fiercely. Oh yes…he was ready. But was the Doctor.

Looking to his nurse and Narcissa, the Doctor issued the first orders.

“Narcissa, you remove the straps and locks.” He then looked at Roxanne and said. “Raise the table to help the creature stand up right. On my mark. 5…4…3..2..1!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been fiddling around with some medical instruments while her friends made their way into the building. She was just keeping things organized, as it made everything far simpler. She had already changed back into her normal outfit, which was fresh and clean as opposed to how it was earlier. Her attention would quickly turn towards the Doctor as she took notice of him motioning her over. It seemed it was time to test their creation. She eagerly stepped up to the slab that it lay on, leaning over it so it could see her wave at it happily. Probably wouldn’t make any difference, but she didn’t put thought into that. Upon receiving her orders and hearing the countdown end, she raised the table so that the creature could stand. This was actually a dangerous situation for her, considering she was the closest one to the beast. Thankfully, she wasn’t some helpless little thing.

 

Moo:  Narcissa hadn’t wasted any time in freeing herself of that tight dress. She ripped it off without a second thought, humming as she tossed it at a bin on her way back into the room they’d dressed in earlier. Because she’d kept her gauze and bandages, she was perfectly fine waltzing around as is. Though she wouldn’t be completely comfortable without that lab coat! She picked it up from the chair she’d set it on earlier that evening and tugged it on, humming as she waltzed out the room again to meet with the rest of the team.
The female monster was welcomed in the room with glances her way. She skipped her merry little butt over to the table with the super soldier on it and gave a wave, smiling widely down at his grumbling face as she listened to the Doctor’s commands. “Yes’sir!” she said enthusiastically with a salute toward him. At his count down, she readied her fingers over the first two buckles, reaching her busty chest over the monster. His grumbles were muffled while she half-settled. 1! Her hands ripped away at the buckles and she quickly moved to his feet to undo those as well, giving a small squeal of excitement. The rest was up to Roxanne!

Razorbackwriter:  Ever faithful, Roxanne had returned to wearing her usual work uniform. This one being crisp and clean compared to the one she had on earlier which showed blood stains and smears from working on the brain with the good Doctor. Now she was ready to help with the second faze. Testing. She did as ordered, raising the table up, while the monster Narcissa was practically bubbling over with excitement over the fact that the newest creation was roaring to life. Narcissa was so enthusiastic with her replies, that the Doctor couldn’t help but pause a moment and smile at her. And they say good help is hard to find. You just MAKE the help. With Narcissa having ripped away the buckles, and Roxanne bringing the table to be completely upright, the creature took that first step forward. His large boot slamming down on the stone floor.

“Walk!” The Doctor cried – holding his hands out like a father to his new son. The creature snarled in anger and frustration, as the signals were being sent from his brain down his spine to the various muscles in his legs. The passing seconds had everyone on the edge of their seats, not to mention Igor, who had seen creatures attack instead of doing what they were told.

~POUND!….POUND!….POUND!~

The creation took three steps, each perfectly placed. Igor’s eyes widened like saucers as the creature towered over the Doctor. Was he going to swing at the Doctor? Would he attack his Master….his father?

No, instead he turned his head towards Roxanne and oogled at her breasts.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t sure how the creature would initially react to being let free, which was quite normal actually. It wasn’t really something you could effectively predict. There was always a chance that things could go horribly wrong and violent. For that reason alone it was necessary to be at least a bit prepared. When the creature finally began to move, she was rather excited, but also worried. The creature had gotten somewhat close to The Doctor, and could very well start an attack at any moment. She was about ready to get the things attention, until of course it turned and looked down at her. At first she just stared back in confusion, but then she noticed it wasn’t looking at her face at all. It’s eyes were locked onto her chest and nothing else. The thing even made a sound of satisfaction! Well, at least it wasn’t attacking. She leaned forward just a bit and shook her upper body back and forth, getting a good jiggle going. “I think it likes me!” For whatever reason, boobs seemed to be something this creature liked.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been happily bouncing back and forth from foot to foot, both hands under her chin while she grinned like a fool. “You’re a genius, Doctor!” she praised loudly before giggling, throwing her hands up and out in a cheering manner. The table having been lifted into position, the monster sure was taking his time to make his way to the good Doctor. While a bit of nervousness seemed present in the room, very little would come from Narcissa herself, as she had a means of defense for Wilhelm, and Igor had the neutralizing stuff!
Oh, but the monster hadn’t acted the way any of them hoped for, or at least even considered. With a turn and stare, he seemed to take to Roxanne. Or rather, her plump and bodacious boobies. Narcissa laughed as the monster let out a sound of satisfaction, holding her sides as her head hung forward. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Razorbackwriter:  “Well this was unexpected.” That was the first thing that the Doctor could think of to say. He was half expecting the creation to attack him in a frenzy of violence – hence having the sedative wielding Igor at the ready. What did happen, left both men shocked, whilst the girls….they thought it was something else.

“I think it likes me!” ~jiggle jiggle jiggle~ Roxanne exclaimed, making quite a performance in jiggling her bodacious tah tahs with some enthusiasm. This…made the creation lick his lips and make a loud “MMMMMMMM” sound. Narcissa was now laughing with glee and exclaiming in agreeance. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Igor on the other hand, knew EXACTLY what the creation likes. “He likes her boobs. Fancy that. Not exactly going to be helpful in a battle situation. What if he is up against female orcs….or blood elves?” The hunchback asked, as he put the sedative needle down on the nearest tray. He shot a look at the Doctor, who was tapping his lip with a worried expression.“Which army did you pull this fellow from again?’ The doctor asked, now wondering if they had harvested the right type of warrior after all. Igor went to check the uniform and came back with Wrath. Both men looked at the uniform, then at the lumbering giant who was dripping saliva on the floor as he stared at Roxanne’s jiggling jellies with relish.

“Isn’t…Wrath run by a woman now?” Igor asked, scratching his chin and wondering why the soldier was acting so odd. The Doctor nodded slowly, and then leaned over to his assistant and whispered. “I hear men lose their minds when they see her tits. She has more suitors than any other monarch. Hmmm. This is troubling.”

The Doctor was now concerned that if this creature acted so dopey over a pair of ripe breasts, that maybe all the others would as well. This could spell disaster for his operation. He needed to come up with a solution…..and fast.

 

~RB~

 

There’s something out there – GS

Scene setting : Detective Frank Malone’s apartment

co-written with VunG.

 

Razrobackwriter:  Curiosity usually served a purpose in Tommy’s line of work, only this time his curious nature would get him the kind of reaction that made his face darken with a red hue to his cheeks. He had not meant to embarrass Elissa at all, he just spoke without thinking first. It was her eyes that said he had overstepped the mark. The hardness of ice, a steely gaze that sent a shiver down his spine as he looked back at her, almost apologetic in his facial expression. Slowly, Elissa lowered the scarf to reveal what could best be described as a horrific scar. Something, had attacked the poor woman in such a way it was a miracle that she survived it. Tommy’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as he peered at the scar. His Adam’s apple running up and down his throat as the sight was such that it could turn a man’s stomach.

“God!…Elissa. I’m…I’m so sorry.” Tommy blurted, his voice a slightly higher pitch than before. His reaction was like a knee jerk, speaking again without thinking. Tommy was usually better than this. He raised his hand up to the side of his right temple and rubbed it gently. Talk about foot in mouth. To add to that, Elissa said simply ~I hate dogs.~ So it was a dog that did this? At least that was the deduction from the size of the wound and Elissa’s statement. Two and two makes four as they say. By the time Frank came back into his study with a tray that held three coffee cups and a small pile of twinkies still in their wrappers, Elissa would have put the scarf back firmly in place. Course, Frank missed the small drama and was completely oblivious to why Tommy and Elissa were looking at each other they way they were. Instead, he deduced it was from the apartment’s smell.

“I was going to get Rosetta to come in and clean for me once a week……but you know how finances are…and maintenance payments.” Frank was still obligated to pay for his son, and this took a big chunk of his pay. Sad to say though he didn’t have access to his only child. His ex wife made sure of that. Setting down the tray on the only clear space on his desk, he reached for a cup himself and urged the others to do the same.

“Really am grateful to you both. Kinda been a while since I had company.” This was the truth. Many of his friends lived and worked in the city, well the ones that hadn’t distanced themselves from him after the death of Rory. A slight sigh and he took a sip of the coffee and tried not to make a face. Frank made a shit cup of coffee. It was little wonder that he bought coffee on the way to work each day. Looking up at the wall one more time, the Detective’s lips thinned as his eyes scanned over the many pictures.

“In all my years, never seen shit like I did that night. There’s something out there.” He almost whispered this last part. On one of the tables was a pile of letters, bills and a large yellow envelope. The envelope was addressed to Frank as a Detective. He had just been too lazy to go through them. Not really thinking, he pushed back the pile of bills and brought out the yellow envelope. Frank tore off the seal, and inside there was some photographs. As he pulled them out, the man let out a scream as the images slipped from his hand and scattered like debris on the floor.

What was on the photographs? A large beast that resembled a snake but had a mouth like….a monstrous insect. Pincers and a golden mouth. Four sets of eyes….and green slimy skin. It was taken in the alley….the alley where Rory died.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Truth be told, Elissa wasn’t angry at Tommy for his curiosity, a touch annoyed certainly but this was something that she had to deal with pretty regularly whenever she suffered a wardrobe malfunction. And they happened a lot, considering she rarely used scarves before this. More than anything she just hated having to deal with this thing, it was embarrassing, frustrating, it reminded her of that horrible time in her life, and in her mind it basically ruined what beauty she had. Still, it was obvious that she might have gone a little too far with her response, and perhaps she should’ve just explained it to poor Tommy, because the poor guy looked like she’d just shown him what it looked like while she was headed to the hospital. Her expression would harden and she’d nod her thanks to his apology, even if she didn’t think the term ‘sorry’ was applicable here. There was a strange phrase that her mother always used: ‘don’t say sorry if you didn’t do anything.’

However, before she could say anything her attention would be drawn by Frank coming in with the coffee, the thought of drinking the stuff already helping wipe away the thoughts of her scar, at least for Elissa. She was a little thrown off by his comment about some woman coming to clean, but when she did realize she had to fight back a smirk at her own stupidity, and she’d find that tempered by a reminder of Frank’s financial situation. Oh if only she could do something to help the poor man. She would go ahead and grab a cup of coffee, though would find herself warned by the hints of a reaction that it wasn’t very good; and indeed it wasn’t, but thankfully she liked her coffee black as Stalin’s heart so it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. To his grateful words, she nodded calmly and continued to sip away at the coffee, trying to slowly whittle it down.

However, what she hadn’t been expecting was what came next. She would mostly just look up at the pictures, trying to spot anything she’d missed in either of their investigations… until she heard Frank scream. A bit of coffee launched from her cup in surprise (thankfully just onto the floor, not anything vital), and she’d let out a breathed, “Sht!” made just by mouth movements. Setting the cup down on the platter, she went to pick up the photos, thinking that the man had just burned himself or something and was so drunk that he was getting a delayed reaction. It took her a moment to actually look at one of them, but when she did she frowned and shook her head in confusion, as if to clear her head of some apparition, thinking she was just seeing things. Bringing them into the light, she spread them out of the desk in a line… and immediately found her hands shaking and eyes going wide with horror as she stared uncomprehending at the……. thingon the paper. Very briefly she forgot her vocal chords didn’t work, and tried to say something before leaning over to cough, pain racking her throat. She turned back to look back in that direction, and would promptly begin signing wildly WHILE mouthing the words along, ~WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT?! WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?! MY GOD! I THOUGHT TOMMY WAS JUST CHASING SHADOWS WHEN HE SAID GHOSTS AND DEMONS WERE DOING THIS SHIT! WHAT CIRCLE OF HELL DID THAT THING COME OUT OF?!…~ and would go on ranting like that as she coughed to the side.