AMV : Mmm Mmm yeah yeah!

Mmm Mmm Yeah Yeah.

Just for fun! Carnival time! Am i become animepedia?^.^
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BGM:austin mahone mmm yeah[feat pitbull]
ps: ending bgm is Friends[Guilty Crown OST]
Obviously, the there is an Anime List at the end, check that out~
Anime list:
The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Nisemonogatari, K-ON, Baka and Test, Lucky Star, Bakuman, C³(C Cube), Horizon in the Middle of Nowhere, Free!, IS (Infinite Stratos), Love Live, Guilty Crown, Nichijou, Death Note, The Pet Girl of Sakurasou, Gosick, Yosuga no Sora, Ro-Kyu-Bu!, Love Chunibyo & Other Delusions, YuruYuri, iDOLM@STER, Oreimo, Blue Exorcist, Kannagi: Crazy Shrine Maidens, Love Lab, Kill Me Baby, The “Hentai” Prince and the Stony Cat, Daily Lives of High School Boys, Black Rock Shooter, Date A Live, Carnival Phantasm, Hyōka, The Familiar of Zero, Toradora!, BLOOD-C, AIR, A Certain Scientific Railgun, Kokoro Connect, Inu x Boku SS, Haganai, Hanasaku Iroha, Cardcaptor Sakura, Engaged to the Unidentified, The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Gurren Lagann, Nagi-Asu: A Lull in the Sea, Accel World.

Ruby – Part Five : SS.

 

 

Sharing his knowledge, Valmont wanted to show Ruby a world that he was from.  He was trying to invoke memories, that may help her remember her past life, and who she really was.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell : Seven sins series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu:  Ruby took the arm offered to her, and the both of them went their way to the training room. It had been awhile since Ruby used her weapons against someone, but she had a feeling there would be no killing involved. In a way, Ruby was disappointed but it was just her nature for a long time; not killing would go against that very nature. She saw the… whatever that was that Valmont took from Nicholas, and it may be the thing that she’d use to talk to others. Ruby didn’t mind, but when she thought about it, wasn’t it that thing that others used to make words? She didn’t know how those things worked, but she’d learn very soon. She placed her hood back over herself, almost as if to calm herself down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With Zachary and Nicholas both set tasks to do, this meant that the Ambassador was able to escort Ruby freely to the training room. The incubus had taken from Ruby’s expression and demeanor that she was uncomfortable with all the fuss of the sudden arrival of staff. It was something that she might have to get used to if she had any plans on staying at the embassy on a more permanent basis. Taking his arm and placing the hood back over herself, the crimson hooded girl now seemed to be more at ease just in Valmont’s company. With the board and chalk in one hand and Ruby on the arm, he escorted her through to the next corridor and down a passage.

“This room does not get used much. Training is something that only happens in a time of war and thankfully the last war was pretty much over before it started.” The doors would be opened by two guardians and this allowed Valmont to walk Ruby through without trouble or letting her go.

On arriving inside, Ruby would find herself in a large expansive room with coloured floor mats that criss crossed the marble floor, and on every side wall there was armaments from across each and every kingdom. A sample selection of the very weapons used by each creed of Sin. There was also suits of armor and mock battlements set up for practice runs. It was a very odd set up for an indoor arena. Which is exactly what it was.

The doors were closed behind them and this was when Valmont turned to Ruby.

“Show me your sword, and just how you wield it.”

She may not be able to have the gift of speech, but he wanted to see just what kind of warrior lay beneath the ruby coloured hood.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby was glad that the others were gone, it made her feel more comfortable to deal with just one person rather than a group. Even since they expressed themselves to one another, not even a day ago, Ruby had gotten very comfortable with Valmont. He understood her in a way others wouldn’t try, or couldn’t. He gave her a place to stay, and a good sense of companionship. The two guardians gave her no trouble, and she had hoped not either. Ruby looked around the new room they were in. She had never been in a training room before, and knowing that they’d be alone, she let down her hood to once again show her face. She looked a bit amazed, but not as overjoyed as once would suspect.

She looked at Valmont, who now addressed to her and her weapon. He called it a sword, but it wasn’t really a sword. Ruby knew what it was, and she wouldn’t be able to say what it actually was. Still, in Ruby’s world, seeing was much easier than talking about it. She pulled it out and with a flick of her wrist, it popped open in it’s full length. Her scythe was taller than her, almost twice as tall, but she seemed to wield it with ease. She looked at Valmont and put it to her side, standing up, wondering what he wanted her to do next.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The weapon that Ruby unsheathed was larger than when he remembered seeing it up at the Isolated cliff. Interesting that this was the choice of weapon for a petite girl in a hood. Not one that those she faced would expect either. He remembered that she drew on it when she was afraid, or intimidated. This left the Ambassador to wonder if she used it out of a love for the weapon, or solely as a source of defense. Ruby had drawn her hood back as well, when she was in Valmont’s company. Again observations about this girl were starting to paint a picture of one that was both insecure and afraid in this place – Hell. Someone went to a lot of trouble to stitch up her mouth and then leave her here.

The girl handled the scythe with relative ease, considering its size and presumed weight. She had a natural and fluid ability to wield it as though she was incredible experienced in its used. A scythe is more commonly owned by a reaper, or at least that is what Valmont had thought before now. But Ruby wasn’t a reaper of souls? Was she?

“Very impressive, I must say.” The Ambassador gave her an encouraging smile to see how well she handled the long scythe. He had no intention of trying to disarm her, or cause her reason to take fright. Valmont had been careful as not to be impulsive or reactionary. There was simply no need. Too much too soon might be detrimental to their very new friendship.

“I can now see that you are more than capable of using it. Though the physics are astounding considering its size.” By this he meant that it was almost twice her height and yet she moved it effortlessly. “Thank you for showing me Ruby.”The training room was probably the best open area in which to have a demonstration of her weapon safely. The Ambassador then explained more about the room. “Here, we have all the different types of weapons commonly used by the different Kingdoms of Hell. Each donated by the reigning monarch of the time. Fascinating, if you like museum pieces.” What the Ambassador meant by this was that few if any of them were used. It was more for studying and understanding how each kingdom went about warfare, which was common place.

Remembering the chalk board and the chalk that Nicholas had acquired, Valmont took them out and then he wrote a simple letter V on the chalk board. V standing for Valmont. It was written in a cursive style and the Ambassador showed the board to Ruby. He was hopeful that the girl might understand. This being the first opportunity he had to try and teach her.

“This is the letter V.” He then pointed to himself and said his name. “Valmont.” Once again he pointed at the chalk board and back to himself. “V.” He took out a small cloth and erased the V, replacing it with an R. Valmont turned the board towards Ruby and said. “This…is an R. R…for Ruby.”

The Ambassador offered the board and chalk to Ruby as a gift.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby felt a bit of happiness and warm in her cold body when Valmont gave her that genuine smile, she even grew a bit transparent by that. It had been awhile since she’s gone transparent, but so far nothing happened yet. She kept it out until Valmont thanked her for the demonstration. She put it away just as effectively as she had taken it out, focusing back on Valmont who was giving her a bit of a history lesson on the weapons in the room. This was an entire different culture she was not exposed to. Throughout her time here in Hell, Ruby only knew a few things; death, blood and loneliness. She was a killer, after all, so there was no time for friends. Before now, Ruby didn’t care about anything besides what she already knew. Now, with Valmont’s kindness, she became more open and especially with Valmont, more than with anyone else. Ruby was right behind Valmont, watching him explain about the weapons.

The subject now turned to the chalkboard and chalk, which was given to Valmont by Nicholas. This was the thing used for this “communication” that seemed absolutely necessary. She didn’t know why it was that way, but if that was part of Valmont’s world then she might as well get used to it. She stared at the board, seeing the smooth movements of the chalk running along the blank space. It amazed her, and after Valmont was done, she took it with the up-most quickness and started out trying to do what he did. It seemed the board and chalk too all her attention.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Valmont was more than just curious to see how Ruby took to writing on the chalk board. He wanted to see how she held the chalk between her fingers, the way she poised the tip before starting to make sweeping strokes. The ambassador was of course rewarded almost immediately, when Ruby took to the first attempt with a flourish that had him smiling effortlessly. The girl had taken to the task so well that all her attention was now focused on the small chalk board and the way she used the chalk to make lettering like Valmont had done.

“You are a natural, Ruby.”

The Ambassador brought his hands together before him, interlocking his gloved fingers as he watched her with a growing enthusiasm. He had never envisioned himself as any sort of teacher before, but then again he had not been challenged to teach a girl to communicate. Though in a way, they already had a bond that was beyond the need for speech. Valmont was finding himself more and more at ease with the girl, and not in the least bit acting out in his nature. It was something of a relief. Unusual though.

Ruby may well wonder why writing was considered such an important form of communication. Valmont saw it as more than just communicating however. It was a way in which many were able to learn about the past, their histories as so written by scholar and men of great learning. From the simplest of drawings on rock walls, to the many tomes that filled the great libraries, it was an integral part of civilization.

The ambassador would wait silently for Ruby to finish with her chalk board, before deciding to extend the tour to the great library of the Embassy. It was a place that held thousands upon thousands of books. The answers to many a question lay within the walls and naturally it was a place that Valmont frequented when he had the chance. Now he had another reason to go there. In a way this was a manner of sharing himself with the hooded girl. Spending this quality time and embarking on a friendship that he hadn’t realized up till this point that he actually needed. He felt a closeness to Ruby that was hard to describe.

“Would you like to see where the books are kept?” He asked, knowing that the training room would be boring to her now.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby didn’t write the typical way, but instead used her whole hand to move the chalk. It would be a long while before she could actually use it the way others did. Ruby did try doing it like Valmont, only for the chalk to slip out of her hands. She picked it up quickly, before it even had a chance to fall to the ground. She may not have been a writer, but being a warrior until now, she had the reactions of one. She “gave up”, in the sense that she’d try again later when she was away from Valmont, which probably wouldn’t be likely as she would most likely stay by his side the entire time. When asked to see some books, Ruby just agreed with a nod of her head. Ruby put the chalk in it’s proper place, and the board around her neck as they continued through the Embassy.

Ruby was brought to a place where books rested until it was their time to be used. Ruby looked a bit anxious when seeing the monstrous amount of books in one place. She’s seen something like this before, but not to this degree. Words were in these, just like on the chalkboard. Ruby wondered, would she be able to write books for Valmont? In less than a day, Ruby was doing and thinking things that never crossed her mind; Ruby never saw herself as more than what she was before her meeting with Valmont. A tool only to be used for killing, now brought into another world.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The library was a darkened hall that had all the curtains drawn and the shutters over the windows. No natural light was allowed in, and the only illumination came from either lit candles or small reading lamps that could be found on tables that dotted the interior. The surrounding walls were filled with books, and the way to reach many was to scale ladders that ran along on coasters at the bottom. Fed into tracks, they could go as far as ten metres, before you would need to scale another ladder.

Valmont walked along now with his gloved hands behind his back – the back of his right hand slapping the left in a fluid motion. His body was fairly rigid and he had an air about him. It was natural to him, as he thought that slouching was a form of being lazy in one’s self. When he regarded Ruby once again, he noted a look on her face that showed anxiety. Was the library too much for her? Or did she think that the ambassador was going to try and get her to write great novels, after only just giving her a board and chalk just a short time before. Valmont acted quickly to allay her fears.

“Ruby, fear not. This is just a place that I enjoy a quiet moment, to reflect and also to learn. I wouldn’t try to get you to write long stories like the ones in the books.”

He had hoped that his explanation would suffice and that she could go back to being relaxed in his company. They truly were very different, and Valmont was doing his utmost to ensure that he did not upset the girl. This in itself was unusual, since he was having to suppress his own natural feelings and urges. Valmont had managed it when he had to meet with female royals before. But this was different. The ambassador felt this overwhelming sense of responsibility for the girl’s well being. Almost father like with a child. It was all very new to him too.

Valmont stopped and thought for a moment. There was one place he could show her, that would give them a way to interact on a level that required no words at all.

“Have you ever danced?” Valmont was thinking of taking her into the grand ballroom, where parties were hosted for dignitaries. It was a short walk from the library.

~RB~

 

Zu:  She was told not to fear, and that she wouldn’t be writing much outside what was around her neck. This made her look comfortable, but she was actually a bit sad. It might have been a scary thought to Ruby, yet she would have loved to try it if it would please Valmont. If she could, Ruby would have the cutest smile on her face. Truly an innocent soul, despite her abnormalities and her current state in Hell as a killer. As they were speaking, Ruby saw herself becoming transparent when her hands went missing. Unlike many times before, this actually didn’t matter to her. Ruby’s focus was so much on Valmont, nothing else mattered at the moment. Ruby didn’t realize it yet, but she had developed the most intense relationship with Valmont. He was something Ruby couldn’t have, a friend. Someone who wouldn’t turn their back on her, someone who saw her as more than just a killer. It was the only thing Ruby ever wanted.

Valmont asked for this… dance. Ruby never heard of that, it must have been something only fancy people in Hell do. It did interest her, so with a nod of her head, she agreed and stood next to Valmont, following his lead. She began to become visible again, in her hands at least, as it was the only thing that turned transparent. She clung onto Valmont’s arm as they walked, her eyes showing her daydreaming on this… dance.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Down a long corridor that was just off the library, was the grand ballroom. This room was kept locked for most of the time as the hallowed hall was filled with treasured art and of course a massive chandelier. There were columns along the sides of the hall made from marble, that went all the way up to painted ceilings. Murals featured many of the previous Princes of Hell – a testimony to their leadership. The Ambassador paused a moment to take out a golden key and placed it into the lock, turning it so as to show Ruby the wonder of the ballroom.

Ruby’s easy acceptance to follow along gave Valmont hope that this was something she might like to enjoy. The doors swung open with ease, to give both the Ambassador a sight that would captivate. The ambassador looked down at Ruby, who was clutching his arm tightly. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride that he somehow had made her feel good about all this splendor.

A servant came in behind the pair, and bowed low.

“Shall I put on some music, Ambassador?’

“Yes, Gregory. If you would be so kind.”

The servant snapped his heels together and then strutted across the floor to where there was a beautiful phonograph. There was a stack of old records on a table beside it, and the servant carefully took one out of its sheath and placed it on the turn table. Lowering the stylus arm, after giving it a good crank, a soft waltz began to play. The sound was of course carried by the vast expanse of space within the hall. Valmont reached for Ruby’s hand and led her to the center of the room. Watching them, the servant took his cue to leave and this meant the Ambassador was alone with his charge.

“And this….is how we dance.”

Placing his right arm around her waist, Valmont took her right hand with his left, and then slowly began to make steps to lead her into a waltz. The music provided the perfect mood and tempo, and the Ambassador lifted his head back, speaking an incantation that had the chandelier erupt with a dazzling light. Around and around, the Ambassador would lead Ruby on this magical dance. If this had been the first time that she had experienced this, it may well give her a new found joy. The Ambassador was attentive to her needs, and he kept his eyes focused on hers as he danced her around the room.

~RB~

Special Delivery – SS

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  The man that owned this place must have been rich…like super ultra mega rich. There were beautiful women everywhere and everything in the place looked so expensive. Part of her wondered how the Doctor would pay for this celebration of theirs, but it really didn’t matter. Roxanne, Wilhelm, Narcissa, and even Igor would enjoy the time they spent here. As soon as food was brought up she realized that she hadn’t even looked over the menu. A slight panic shot through her as she looked at all her friends nervously. Thankfully, the Doctor knew exactly what he wanted…why not just copy him?“Umm!…I want what he’s gettin!” She looked at the waiter and nodded her head up and down in further approval, happy with this decision.

 

Moo:  
Narcissa had been so occupied admiring her surroundings that she had barely noticed the waiters who flooded their table. She gasped while she let go of Igor with haste, only to pick up one of the crystal glasses and peer through it at the people around them, and then more of the decorations throughout the room. Material things were called such for a reason…but they sure were nice to look at! She set the glass down after the good Doctor made his order. Narcissa wouldn’t have to look through the menu to know what she wanted! At least, not after he had pointed out the all-you-can-eat buffet. Roxanne had just finished noting that she would have the same as the Doctor when the monster slapped her hand down on the table, causing the glasses nearby to tremble momentarily. “I want the buffet!” None of that food would go to waste, surely! Not with Narcissa here. She would try every single plate of food that table had to offer. And she would even grab seconds for desert! She loved the taste of sweets more than anything, and had to be altered so she could keep the food down. It hardly made sense to strangers that an undead would want to stuff themselves full…only to waste any nutrients a mortal could obtain through the food.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor chuckled at how Roxanne wanted the same meal that he was having. Easing back in his chair, he watched on with delight at how his staff were reacting to the wild antics inside the Red Velvet. This was no ordinary outing, since the Doctor was more of a TV dinner type of guy, but with the success of his latest creation he knew that as soon as word got out about his plans, that they would be racking in the gold. So, one night out was well worth the expense considering.

Outside of the Red Velvet, a familiar black carriage pulled up. It was none other than Vicomte de Valmont. Having been sent by the Prince of Pride to find the good Doctor, he had decided to pull into the best little club in all of Lust to wet his whistle and feed his need for female flesh. As luck would chance it, he was walking right into the perfection situation, with the Doctor already there with his staff. Valmont was going to be able to kill two birds with one stone.

The waiter took the orders as each put them forth, and it was with a bemused expression that he heard Narcissa shout that she wanted the Buffet. It was a connoisseurs delight, with foods from all over hell and beyond. Mouth watering meals to please any palate. The waiter came back with a plate for Narcissa and directed her where she may start, as the others would be brought their entrees first. Igor, getting his hot pocket.

As the Doctor was about to tuck into the soup – his spoon held elegantly, they would be approached by the wig wearing Valmont, who made a showman’s like introduction.

“Ah…Doctor, so good to see you. Ladies.” He said, acknowledging each at the table, before seeing Igor and raising a brow. “Nice hump.”

The Doctor placed down his spoon and placed his napkin on the table, before rising to shake the Ambassador’s hand.

“Valmont, what are you doing here? Or is that a ridiculous question considering the many beauties?’ The Doctor shook Valmont’s hand warmly before offering him a chair at their table. The Ambassador instead shook his head. “I have a special booth that I am going to, but before I do. I need to speak with you about….your latest project.”

The Doctor tilted his head, wondering why the Ambassador would want to discuss business before pleasure. “What of it?” The Doctor asked, before the Ambassador got right down to business. “I’ve been advised to inform you that the Prince of Pride – Astaroth is going to be employing you and taking all the soldiers you can supply….PLUS provide you with a near endless supply of corpses.”

Wilhelm was somewhat shocked by this. He hadn’t even begun a promotional campaign for his new warriors. “Are you serious? How did he even know about it?” It was a good question, and the Ambassador twirled a blonde lock of hair around his finger. “Oh…a little bird told him. None the less, he wanted to make sure that you were informed directly, hence my stopping by before going off to enjoy one of the Diamond dogs.”

The Doctor paused, before looking at his staff and wondered what they thought of all this. “Roxanne? Narcissa? What do you think? Should I accept?” Wilhelm thought highly of his staff and in a matter such as this, he wanted their input.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t surprised that Narcissa decided on the buffet, it completely fit with who she was. Undead or not, the girl certainly could eat! She couldn’t help but smile and wave at all the people that she walked by, completely unaware of their lustful stares. Her body fit right in with this place, though she would never understand such a thing. Once all the food was brought to the group of friends, Roxanne giggled in excitement. There was a moment of silence and stillness from her as she examined the food, but that would all be tossed aside as she began to dig in. She would wave at Valmont as he greeted them all, but was paying more attention to her food than the words being shared. When she was questioned though, she stopped completely. Her eyes wandered from the Doctor to Valmont, and back again. It took a moment for her to compute what they had been talking about, and her mind was made up just as fast. “A Prince is a good customer, and bodies are good! I like it!” She really didn’t know Astaroth, but a Prince was in his position for a good reason…right?
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Eva would eventually show up at the House of Red Velvet, having decided that she would deliver Bandit to Raul personally. Whether or not that was what he wanted didn’t really matter to her. The job was done and the package delivered, easy money. She nudged Bandit forward and through the front doors of the building, not giving her much time to think or speak. Her presence in the building was enough to stir a commotion, both because of who she was and the notorious weapon in her hand. Any demon she shot with the Makarov would be fucked, and they all knew it. “Special Delivery!” Her voice was loud enough to be heard despite the music and the commotion around them. Hopefully Raul would show up quickly and take Bandit off of her hands. She really didn’t want to know what he was going to do with the girl at this point.

 

Moo:  Narcissa clapped her hands excitedly in her seat while she was given a plate. “Buffet, here I come!” Just as the monster began to stand, the ever charming, wig wearing Valmont made his appearance. She plopped back down into her seat, looking slightly depressed for an instant before being greeted, to which she would smile again with a nod. Her time waiting through the small talk only made her fingers twitch and drum over the sides of the plate. Obviously, she was in a hurry to get to that table of food, as she barely regarded the small talk the two gentlemen were making.
Upon being questioned by the good Doctor, Naricissa would nod her head with enthusiasm. “The prince will have what he wants!” Pride definitely sounded like a spoiled prince! And having an endless amount of corpses meant good for everyone in the lab. The fact that Wilhelm had asked their opinions meant they were important! That was good! The monster’s drumming and continuous movement seemed to subside in the slightest, now interested in what the Doctor had to say.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With both Roxanne and Narcissa approving of the idea that the Prince of Pride take the super soldier contract, the Doctor gave Valmont what he wanted. Shaking his hand again, Wilhelm said to Valmont. “You go tell Astaroth that we begin working on his first shipment as soon as we return to Hell’s Kitchen. Again, I thank you for this wonderful news.” The Ambassador was pleased to see that there was no argument from the Doctor. When the Prince of Pride made up his mind to be the sole client, and that the Doctor and his team only worked for him, there was to be no misunderstandings of his intent. The only Kingdom to have access to this new secret fighting force would be Pride.

The Ambassador clicked his heels together, before leaving the lab team to enjoy their meals. Wilhelm urged Narcissa. “What are you waiting for, my dear? Go…load up your plate.”

With Narcissa probably heading off to the buffet like a shot, that left the Doctor with Igor and Roxanne. Igor was enjoying his hot pocket, now that Narcissa had left the table. The Doctor winked at Roxanne as she was about to enjoy the same meal as he.

“After this meal….we dance! Ahaha!”

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So different the Doctor seemed in this environment. But either way, his worries for where to get more corpses and who would pay was now solved.

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In another part of the Red Velvet, the Warlock was seated at a table surrounded by some of his risque dancers. They were all fawning over him, as he sat in the middle of the booth, watching out for signs of trouble amongest his clientele. So far the night had been drama free, and Raul noted that Valmont, the Ambassador to the Kingdoms was present. He always tipped big for some of Raul’s beauties. The Doctor and his entourage were enjoying the Velvet’s menu, even the hunchback. Everything was going beautifully, but the night was about to get even better, with the arrival of the leader of the Anarchy division – Eva. Her voice sang out over the crowd, and it was unmistakable. Grinning like a fool, Raul got up from his table, much to the disappointment of the women that surrounded him. All with eyes like slits at whoever had garnered Raul’s attention.

“Special Delivery!”

Those words could mean only one thing. Eva had captured Bandit. Making his way through the crowd and past the tables of patrons, the Warlock approached the pair with a devilish look in his eyes.

“Gift wrapped, I hope.” He sneered.

 

~RB~

 

Ben Lee – Catch My Disease.

 

Morning or evening to you.  Here is a great song for you all.  Ben Lee’s “Catch my disease.”   ~dances~

My head is a box full of nothing
And that’s the way I like it
My garden’s a secret compartment
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
Your body’s a dream that turns violent
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
The winter is long in the city
And that’s the way I like it

So please
Baby please
Open your heart
Catch my disease

I was backstage in Pomona
And that’s the way I like it
She drank beer with coca-cola
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
She told me about the winds from Santa Anna
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
She told me she loved me like fireworks
And that’s the way I like it

So please
Baby please
Open your eyes
Catch my disease

So please
Baby please
Come on
Catch my disease
Catch it

They play Good Charlotte on the radio
And that’s the way I like it
They play Sleepy Jackson on the radio
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
I hear Beyonce on the radio
And that’s the way I like it
Cos that’s the way I like it
And they play me on the radio
And that’s the way I like it

So please
Baby please
Open your heart
Catch my disease
So please
Baby please
Come on
Catch my disease

Let’s see what’s on the slab – SS.

 

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne could only laugh in response to Wilhelm’s joke about Igor’s hump. There was always a cascade of jokes and punch lines delivered in the laboratory. She wouldn’t have it any other way. “He’s Hump Days founder, I swears it!” A hand would be raised and wiggled at Igor after she spoke, followed by a sweet smile. Igor was a strange individual, but also very loyal and helpful. In response to the doctors singing, she moved her body in a seductive fashion. More laughter would follow, and she would begin to walk behind him. While she followed the doctor she nearly burst out laughing, simply due to her remembering him say ‘booby’. Eventually she calmed down as she moved beside the doctor, beginning to place various instruments in their proper locations. The mention of the waiting room as well as any possible patients made her frown, as she knew there currently weren’t any. “Not even one doc, and I even have my girls out!” She placed her hands on her chest and moved her breasts up and down, making a pouty face while she did so.

 

Razorbackwriter:  At the mention of Roxanne’s girls, the Doctor took out his spectacles and placed them on the tip of his nose to see them better. Ah yes. The perfect pair, the dynamic duo. No finer bosoms in all of hell. The Doctor should know, he made them. Whipping off his glasses with a wave of his hand, he uttered. “Perhaps the Princes of Hell have all started batting for the other team. Gone gay, prefer sausage over taco…Ahaha. Nothing would surprise me with that lot.” It was fair to say that the Doctor had some questionable thoughts about the Princes sexual preferences.

The Doctor thought for a moment, on how to encourage more clientele. A large neon sign perhaps. Radio spots on Hell FM, or even….free nose jobs. They were always popular. “We could have you do a commercial. Perhaps in that nasty nursey outfit, really bring in the punters. Mind you, they would all need bibs to catch the drool.” Hounds…the lot of them, the Doctor thought.

With not a patient to be had, it meant that the team could instead work on the bodies that had come in fresh from the field. First things first was to remove all weapons, clothes and personal affects, that they would sell on Ebay and then give each of the bits a good bathing in bleach or acid; which ever worked best.

“Right, to the chop shop!”

That was what the Doctor called his main lab. Though the Lab was offically called Hell’s Kitchen, he liked to have quirky names for his inner rooms.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne leaned forward when the doctor examined her chest, giving him a much clearer view of them. Once he had finished she adjusted her outfit, taking his little sausage vs. taco comment into consideration as she did so. There was no real way of knowing what the sexual desires of the multiple Princes of Hell were, but it probably didn’t matter all that much. Patients came and went, whether they were here to get something taken care of or just to gawk at Roxanne. Such things didn’t bother her, if anything she enjoyed the attention. Bringing in more patients was definitely something that she was interested in though, and the doctors suggestion of a commercial was definitely interesting. Advertising was definitely a good way to get patients, especially if it was using sexual appeal. “Do a little dance and ring em’ in, I like it!” Although, getting more patients would have to wait…there was work to do! She grinned as she heard the words ‘chop shop’, which meant it was time to go into the main lab and deal with corpses. She had a strange fascination with dead bodies, perhaps it was because she was technically dead. Whatever the reason, she was excited, and stepped up beside Wilhelm. “Ready to go, doc!” The main lab was calling, and there were bodies, bodies everywhere.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Bodies bodies, everywhere. All were blooded ripe casualties of war. The doctor, with his ever faithful Roxanne – the buxom zombified beautie entered the chop shop as the sound of bodies being dumped on many a table was heard. Igor ever eager to get the ball rolling, and start processing the body parts. One good thing though, he was putting them in piles that were of their race. So, if it was dark elves, or orc, there would be no mix ups when putting bodies back together, or using parts for experiments.

 

In cages that lined the walls, were various animals that were what one would consider to be mutants. Monkeys with wings, rats with ears growing on their backs. Dog/ Cat hybrids. It really was like something from a terrible horror story, only this was real.

Picking up the head of one poor orc, who had the face only a mother could love, the Doctor got a sharpie, and started making dot marks around his head, for where he planned to cut the skull open to retrieve the brain. He was doing research to see what made them tick and had jars already lined up to take the newly harvested brains. The greeny sick looking head with the mask of death was not pretty, and yet the Doctor handled it like he was dealing with a fine rose or bloom. Delicate hands making light work.

“Turn on the ipod, Roxanne. Let’s have something…cheery to listen to while we work.” The Doc knew she had a good taste in music. Not to mention, with her dancing around with her majestic magoombas in that nurse outfit, it always gave him something nice to look at and enjoy.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne loved working in the chop shop. It was the best place to fulfill her fascination with dead bodies. She walked alongside the Doctor with an excited shake in her step, clearly she was eager to get to work. Stepping away from the Doctor, she approached Igor, who was working on organizing bodies. Her arms would wrap around him from behind, followed by her jumping up and down happily. “Ohhh Igor! You really are amazing y’know!” Roxanne then skipped away, and began to gather various surgical instruments as she approached the Doctor. It seemed he had already gotten started on an Orc, an ugly green colored creature. He was apparently doing some kind of research on that particular race, and was primarily examining their brains. She watched him for a moment, completely entranced by his work, but was snapped out of it as soon as she computed his request for music. “Yessir! Music on the way!” Her body immediately bounced over to the previously mentioned device, which she began to scan through. Eventually she found just what she was looking for, and pressed play. Considering her name was Roxanne, this song fit perfectly for her. It was one of many she loved, especially when she felt like dancing. The version she preferred was different from the one most knew, but was recognizable nonetheless. As soon as the music began to play, she started to dance, moving her body along with the beat. She was well aware of her looks, and how seductive she could be when she danced. It was something she took joy in, for whatever reason. She would continue dancing along with the music, and somehow managed to dismember bodies at the same time. Efficiency!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor’s face twitched when Roxanne got in behind him and brought him into an embrace which had her breasts firmly up against his massive hump. He really didn’t like Roxanne getting so close, in fact he hated his hump being touched. “Ohhh Igor! You really are amazing y’know!” The hump back looked like he had just tasted something nasty. Roxanne may look hot, but in truth she is as cold as death itself.“Eww…Master…Master…she humped my hump!” the hunchback protested before he went back to his work.

Of course, the Doctor was all too busy with the orc head in his hand. Holding it up to the light and then turning it slightly; greenish blood dripping out and down his glove and onto the floor. Wilhelm was almost transfixed by the head until the first strains of Roxanne started to play. That…..song. The Doctor slowly lowered the head and set it down on the silver tray where the scalpel lay beside it – ready to begin the dissection.

Wilhelm’s head turns slowly to where Roxanne – his beautiful creation was dancing. The words spoken in the start of the song bringing back a flood of memories…..of her.

We have a dance!
In the brothels of Buenos Aries
Tells the story
Of a prostitute.
And a man… who falls in love…
With her.

First there is desire
Then… passion!
Then… suspicion!
Jealousy! Anger! Betrayal!
Where love is for the highest bidder,
There can be no trust!
Without trust,
There is no love!
Jealousy.
Yes, jealousy…
Will drive you… mad!

If only the nurse knew….what her name and this song meant to Wilhelm. It was the reason he was in hell. It was the reason he created her.

“Roxanne….” Wilhelm said almost breathlessly, as he watched his nurse dance and work at the same time. A flurry of movement and elegance. Macabre….yet he could not look away. As the song reached it’s crescendo, the Doctor’s face was dark like an oncoming storm. He picked up the head of the orc and with a violent explosion of rage he started to rip the flesh clean from the bone sending blood and tufts of hair flying.

 

His sharpened nails broke through the gloves he wore, and in a shocking move he slammed the skull on the side of the work bench, before tearing out the orc’s brain and tossing it into the glass jar to his right. It landed with a loud splash, before sinking to the bottom. Broken bits of skull lay all over his work station, and he coughed before then smiling once more at his team.

“Such a good song that one.”

 

~RB~

The Bush Post – Here comes the rain….I hope.

 

It’s been an absolute scorcher yet again, and with forecasts predicting storms for this evening; I am looking skyward and praying.  The welcome relief that rain brings to the parched land and to me as I work is sheer heaven.  Sadly, rain has been avoiding my town of late.  Sure, they have had storms down south with golf ball sized hail; but here…..nudda.  Nothing.  Zip, zilch….not a drop.  The clouds are starting to build from the east and surprisingly the west as well.  Fingers crossed!

I plan to dance in it!

~RB~