“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” – GS.

With an alien interviewing our four humans about sex, things were bound to get a bit interesting.  It was their reactions that left some red faced…others with a blood nose.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Chor, Temp and VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With all that was going on, and everyone speaking at different intervals with their own pieces of the puzzle, plus some unwanted attention from inquisitive alien fluffy thing, Tommy forgot what he was. The reporter side of him would have been scribbling down everything being said, including the incredulous tale of the alien and how Isolde and Frank happened to meet her. Instead, however, he felt Elissa’s hand rest on his. Just by this subtle movement beneath the table was enough to take Tommy’s attention off the others in the room, and focus on the girl at his side. He could see in her eyes that there were traces of fear. It was unmistakable. The last thing Tommy ever wanted Elissa to feel, was like that when in his company. This really brought out the protective streak in the reporter, and he showed her that same smile he had earlier, as though he didn’t want her to forget that he was here for her….and her alone. A light squeeze of her thigh would also let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere. Work…could wait.

But back to the trio with their apologies, and stories. First of all, Frank – who was looking like a kid in a lolly shop every time he glanced at the fluffy tail that was swinging back and forth behind Princess Xillia. Tommy was still mad at Frank, and even more annoyed that he would even consider taking his life.

“You’ve got a son, man. That kid needs a father. Don’t ever do something so selfish like that ever again.”

“Tommy…”

“No, you should have told Elissa why you were going, the fact Isa called you. Not leave her hanging like you did.” There was a gruffness in his voice, as you could clearly see, that he didn’t like Elissa being upset, and she had made that abundantly clear.

“Elissa….Tommy. Really, I am sorry. My head was in the wrong place.”

“It was firmly wedged up your arse.”

“Point taken.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, before you could see that they had an understanding. Hell, Tommy would walk across fire for his friend, but he cared for Elissa too much to not want to make it plain that he thought Frank needed to grow up. Or at least start taking responsibility for his actions. He’d been babied long enough over Rory.

While Tommy read Frank the riot act, he may not have noticed but the detective was moving closer to Isolde. At one point he put his arm around her and he almost looked embarrassed when she tried to take the fall for what really was his fault. He really couldn’t fault her. To him, Isolde was perfect. Even if she was wearing Missy’s hoody. She sure as hell rocked the white soccer shorts a lot better too. Frank even leaned back to check that ass again, only to draw back fast and then smile at her, like…“No…I wasn’t just checking out your tush.”

Once Elissa explained more about how they met Xillia, or Princess Fluffy as he liked to call her, Frank nodded enthusiastically. “She’s more friendly than my ex mother’n’law’s cat. Though…I don’t quite get her interest in you two having sex again.” Frank then realized what he had said, and his face when beetroot red, as Tommy glared at him menacingly.

“I swear….I don’t know how she knew. Not like you guys reek of it. I mean….sure we saw the big pash when we arrived.”

“FRANK!”

“And….time for me to shut up.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but then he noticed Elissa was pinching herself. Wondering if this was all a dream. He leaned in and said. “This is too weird to not be a dream, El.” The reporter glanced at the Kitty girl who was again hopeful for an encore. He just shook his head. Not in a million years would he ever entertain the idea of having an audience. What he and Elissa had was so very new and to him, very private.

With Elissa presenting on paper what she wanted to say about how she understood that the two – Frank and Isa just so happened to stumble upon the Fluffy Princess with voyeuristic tendencies. Elissa used bigger words, but everyone got the guest of it. Frank nodded slowly, still trying not to put his foot in his mouth again. He’d done quite enough of that. As the note went around with her introduction, Tommy coughed slightly and added. “Tommy Xo. I’m Elissa’s boyfriend.” he shot Elissa a quick look followed by a wink, then back at all the others. “It’s official as of now.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia continued to bounce her eyes back and forth between the four humans curiously. Some of their phrases didn’t quite make sense to her, but she tried her best to understand them. Everything she had learned about humans was clearly not sufficient. She hoped that these humans would be kind enough to help her understand. The one thing that was making her confused was the woman named Elissa’s method of communication. Unlike the other humans she had encountered who spoke their words, Elissa wrote hers down. Why was that? And why were these two males being so rude to each other? What is a boyfriend? HOW DO HUMANS MATE!? It was all so frustrating! There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she wanted to see. “I’m pleased to meet you all. I do hope that I’m not being an inconvenience.” She knew that she had interrupted Tommy and Elissa’s mating ritual, but she hoped they wouldn’t hold it against her. “I am very interested in learning all about you humans, and am especially curious as to how you breed! Can I perhaps witness it? Examine your bodies? I mean, do your methods mirror mine? Do you have the same parts as me? Ohhh…I’m so very curious!” Why was she so curious about how humans ‘got it on’? Well, it had to do with the fact that mating was a celebrated thing among her people, and was a big part of the culture. So it was natural for her to have that sort of thing on her mind. Though, these humans probably wouldn’t understand.

 

VunG:  Elissa wouldn’t bother attempting to communicate as Tommy tore into Frank, or at least let him know what he thought of his intents and gave voice to her own concerns. The most she did was nod meaningfully to the child and ‘firmly wedged up your arse’ bits, managing to strangle off a smirk at that thought. Hopefully the detective got the point between their comments and concern… because while she was still mad as hell with him, she also still cared about him and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

Of course, just as she thought that, she noticed that Frank seemed to be putting on the moves with Isolde. She didn’t mind the fact that he was doing it so much as she found the timing wildly inappropriate… well then again Tommy and she just fucked while there was blackmail material on their table so she supposed she wasn’t one to judge. Still, they were smack in the middle of a knock-down, drag-out meeting. With… a perplexingly horny “alien.” Yeah, unlike Tommy she wasn’t quite as put-off by Frank’s mentioning it, but she definitely found herself frowning as she tried to figure out what to do about fluffy there. Because she wasn’t acting like she was actually perverted, or at least near as she could tell, more like a really over-excited puppy trying to find out what its owners were up to. Didn’t make it any less awkward to think about, her cheeks still red as she realized how badly they’d been caught and how much maneuvering they’d need to do to wiggle out of the alien’s grasp. Tommy’s comment about it being a dream certainly got traction on her, and she scoffed a little in response, but wouldn’t show any special response until Tommy’s proclamation of them being a couple. Despite how sudden it was, she was fine with it, and winked back with a smile of her own.

When the alien began babbling on about wanting to see mating, Elissa promptly pinched her bridge again and wrote out a response, briefly scratching out a word as she went, looking up at Isolde and Frank with exasperation before looking to the alien. She couldn’t bring herself to be mean to her… though she was still cautious about her… and her absolutely ridiculous request. She wasn’t quite as shy as Tommy, but she still wasn’t anywhere near interested in exhibiting herself off for someone else; this was something between two people and she was pretty damn sure that neither of them wanted to do that. Eventually she finished and passed it. ~Xillia isn’t an inconvenience. We had been [something scratched out] not quite mating, just showing affection. At least when you came in. You simply came in suddenly and with Frank, whom we’re a little angry with, if you can’t tell. And you two, if she’s this fascinated with human sex, why have you not put on a show some porn for her?~

Razorbackwriter:  Watching Elissa scribble down what she wanted to say, Tommy leaned in for a better look. He smirked when she scribbled out part of what she was going to say, and in a way he was glad she did. The reporter really didn’t want to have their sex life becoming the talk of the conversation, especially with the overly curious Fluffy princess – who had not given up on her quest to see some human mating rituals. Xillia had been more than upfront with her desire to not only watch them mate, she also wanted to examine their bodies. Tommy reached up and clutched his collar, pulling it together as though she was going to undress him. Even at the offer of…“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” which brought a dropped jaw expression from Tommy.

It was when the part on the note suggested that Frank and Isolde show Xillia some porn, that Frank snapped his fingers together. “Great idea. Tommy, you got your lap top?”

Oddly enough, Tommy did have one in the side flap of his sports bag. It was for work purposes…usually.

“Yeah. Are you going to show her….”

“Porn? Sure, why not. Isolde and I aren’t…well, we haven’t…I mean don’t get me wrong, she has a great body….”

Frank and his foot. Frank with his foot in his mouth. Tommy shook his head. “Frank…get the lap top.”

The Detective gave a small salute, releasing his hold on Isolde and going over to Tommy’s bag to retrieve the lap top. He carried it over to the table nearest Xillia and opened the top. He started it up and then went straight to Google.

“Okay. So…uhm Xillia. No one here is really keen to give you a floor show, so this is the best next thing. Many human males like to use this, when they are home alone. Normally with lotion. I’ll explain that part later.”

Frank then tapped in a few more keys and found a wonderful porn site.

“This is a good one. More realistic. I use this….I mean, I heard about this one at work.” Frank’s cheeks flamed as he continued to make gaff after gaff. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of people going at it hard core. Wild moaning, with bed spring noises and some saucy music. A couple on the screen were doing it doggy style, and Frank beamed at Xillia. “This is a favorite way to mate. Do they do this on your planet?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia tilted her head back and forth in curiosity as the humans debated something. Apparently they wanted to show her something called ‘porn’. She had absolutely no idea what that meant or what it was, but if it had to do with human mating then who cares? She clapped her hands together excitedly and her tail wiggled back and forth frantically. It was clear that she was happy about this ‘porn’ thing. She was sure to wiggle her massive body closer to this ‘laptop’ device once she saw it, but she wasn’t sure how such a simple looking device could show her humans mating. It became a lot more clear to her what the device was once it was powered up though. It was clearly a computing device of some sorts, the likes of which were completely primitive in comparison to her own peoples. Still, if it could show her what she was so curious to see then who cares?

She scooted even closer to the table and leaned forward, putting her face quite close to the screen as this ‘porn’ stuff appeared. The sight she took in was apparently a human mating ritual, full of interesting sounds and movements. It was actually somewhat similar to how her people did such a thing, but did they all have the same parts? She leaned back and looked down at her chest, then over to Elissa and Isolde. They both had bumps on their chests like her. “Oh how interesting this is! Though, my people insist on the female being on top, as we are the dominant ones!” She nodded her head a few times rapidly in a proud fashion, clearly showing she was happy with who she was. “I am still a bit curious about something though..” With that, she went ahead and placed her hands on the top of her gown, which was basically just above her chest, and pulled it down. Her chest was completely exposed, and now that it was she turned to look at the females. “Mine are very soft, but bigger than the female in this ‘porn’…are yours similar to mine? How about you two? Are these things important to human men?” Of course, she turned her body so that the entirety of the room was able to get a clear view of her large ta’ta’s. They were actually quite similar to the human females, but they had some scaling on their outer edges. She was a rather fluffy creature indeed, but she was more like a strange reptilian creature than a feline.

 

Chor:  Isolde, even a woman of science and great composure and standing, felt an immense heat spreading over her cheeks at the mention of her body in regards to both it’s attractiveness and being used as some sort of observatory show for the princess they’d been brought here by. Neither of which she was sure she was comfortable with. Now they were to show the creature pornography, the great and unrealistic sex ruiner of the internet? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but if it pulled her attention off the mating of the four human beings in the room, Isolde was more than happy to comply. Still, she thought her collection of documentaries she technically pirated from National Geographic might serve her better. Then, the unthinkable came from Frank’s mouth and Isolde practically choked. Oh my stars… she thought, what did he just say? Isolde tried to ignore it

It was comforting to know that the alien’s culture was Matriarchal; god know this one could learn a little about respect from them. They were definitely a lot more open than humans, it seemed, and this became far more evident as the creature completely exposed her breasts. Oh, this was one for the history books. Whilst many might turn away, Isolde couldn’t. She might get an examination out of her yet. The skin was scaly, yet she was also hairy, a very interesting combo. Figuring hse knew best about the human body, Isa answered her.

Yes, our breasts are composed of adipose tissue. In fact, in fetal development, the Y chromosome which determines the sex as male doesn’t kick in until later so essentially we all begin as women. It’s why males too are born with nipples. I suppose they are of import to some males more than others; and some females more than others,” Isolde spoke quickly and matter-of-factly, hoping the girl caught what she was saying. She often found herself repeating her sentence in a remedial manner when engaging with others in the force. It was truly tedious.

 

VunG:  Wow, Elissa really didn’t expect that part of her suggestion to work out, actually. She had said it mostly jokingly, thinking that they would think it as her just giving them a hard time for bringing a horny alien into her home. Still, she supposed that if nobody in their group was exactly eager to give it a go in the alien’s sight, then she supposed that this was the best thing that they would get to that. Of course, even this didn’t stop Frank from making a fool of himself, and as he proceeded to attempt to compliment Isolde like a nervous teenage boy, she facepalmed and leaned forward with a soft sigh. Well, at least it was out there rather than him keeping it buried and trying to chat her up like he thought that he was going to get a nosebleed if he wasn’t careful… because if he kept on like that he’d probably get a nosebleed from a totally different source.

When he went on to explain what it was, Elissa would immediately snort at the implication that only males pleasured themselves to porn, snickering in the background of his continued explanation. Oh Franky, darling, you know absolutely jack-shit about women. How he got a wife was a mystery to her, kind of like the fact that Goofy has a kid. As the distinctive music picked up, she would sit back and roll her eyes, waiting for the alien to get her fill, still holding onto Tommy but at this point she was pretty much convinced that this was either a dream or a truly elaborate practical joke.

And then the alien went on to ask about breasts and flashed them all hers… which were proportionately rather large. Elissa just sighed, neither fascinated nor repulsed by the display, at his point just finding it bizarre that she was going on about this to such a detailed degree. Of course, she was just about to start writing a response when suddenly Isolde launched into her tirade, jabbering on about the biology of it: biology being the only subject she was in danger of flunking in school. To her it sounded like Isolde was speaking Latin. After a brief blinking, then looking back to the alien, then to her… weirdly fluffy scaled tatas, she continued her message. ~In short, they’re probably similar. Some women have very large breasts, others barely have any at all. From what I understand, men vary on which they like, though in general yes they’re quite important.~ At that point she would look over to Tommy and sign to him with a sheepish smile, (Mine aren’t too small for ya, are they?)

 

Razorbackwriter:  It’s a strange thing how the women reacted to the alien fluffy princess exposing her breasts. Isolde went right in and explained the biological differences, the ins and outs of anatomy of that part of the body – with a lot of big words that were taken straight out of a text book. Isolde was a scientist after all, and so her reaction was to be expected. Right? Okay, so then we move to Elissa, who simply sighed. Would this mean she was going to need a dozen or so post it notes to convey her feelings about the female breast, and the differences like Isolde had done? Not really. she kept it pretty much neat and tidy. Summarizing the fact that some women had large breasts and others had smaller ones.

As to the men’s reactions. Well, its not every day that a female, alien or not – flashes their breasts so willingly. In New Orleans women do it for beads, in the strip clubs they do it for money. But this weird and curious alien just happily raised up her frock and….TAH DAH!

Frank started clapping. Rocking back and forth with a big cheesy grin on his face.

https://i1.wp.com/i1038.photobucket.com/albums/a463/HildiBear/Gifs/tumblr_lmfzbvAu0v1qj19e2.gif

Tommy….well, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand he had Elissa asking if her breasts weren’t too small for him. Then on the other…A great big fluffy…scaly set of enormous knockers that were almost able to poke his eye out. He didn’t know whether to run…or…fap…or…hold up a score card.

https://razorbackwriteraus.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/4bcf4-benfeelings.gif

He blinked as a small trail of blood came out of his left nostril.

“Oh…yours are just perfect, hun.”

 

~RB~

 

 

Bad Kitty – GS.

 

Tommy and Elissa’s quiet romantic moment is suddenly interrupted by the most unlikely creature ever.  Frank and Isolde have also come along for the ride, but this is going to take a lot of explaining.

Scene setting :  Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Temp, VunG and Chor.

 

Temp:  Xillia, Isolde, and Frank would all suddenly appear within the apartment only a few feet away from Tommy and Elissa. There was a very peculiar scent in the air of this room, one which Xillia definitely recognized. It was the scent that normally went hand in hand with intercourse, something which Xillia’s species also took part in. Though, she wasn’t quite sure how it worked for humans. Perhaps it was similar to her own kind? Whatever the method might be, she was definitely curious. She now let go of Frank and Isolde and remained on her knees due to her being too tall to stand completely. Xillia scooted very closely to the other two humans in the room, who were in a very close embrace.“Ohhh my! Are you two planning on mating more? You must allow me to witness it!”If her eyes could light up and turn into sparkly stars, then they certainly would do so at the prospect of watching them unite.

 

VunG:  It was slowly becoming clear to Elissa that… that there was a real chemistry between them, more than just friends who like each other in bed, more than just people curious about the other… there was something real there. As she felt his sweet touch and opened her eyes to see the joy in his, the happiness she felt from seeing him so comfortable with her was… actually rather alarming. But… she was fine with it. And as he took her in for a kiss, she gladly accepted… and found that it was neither lustful no aggressive… no she could feel his emotions through it… and she had to admit that the moment was overwhelming. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, his feelings, his fire, was starting to spark up in her, and as he kissed her, pushing her into the wall, she gladly accepted it, lacing her fingers behind his neck with her eyes closed, simply enjoying this sweet moment, happy to continue it as long as he would have her like th–

“Ooh my! Are two planning on mating more?” Immediately her eyes snapped open and turned towards the source of the sound to see… the strangest looking woman she had ever seen standing smack in the middle of her home. She broke the kiss with a start, turning to look towards the woman, her hands still linked behind Tommy’s neck as she stared at the woman, trying to figure out how she’d gotten in. Then, just as she was releasing her boyfriend, she suddenly spotted Frank and… that seemed to be Isolde with him. How had they gotten in?! Immediately she began looking around frantically, looking at the door–which was still locked–then at the woman staring at them like a kid in a candystore… and just talked about watching them do it… at least that was what she thought she heard… the window which was still very much closed… WHAT WAS GOING ON?! She quickly began looking frantically between everything, fingers pointing every which way as she tried to figure out what had just happened. Her fight-or-flight reflex hadn’t even kicked in, this person was just so strange and harmless seeming that she was just completely lost! Eventually she calmed down… only to just stare slackjawed, going from Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy…

 

Razorbackwriter:  Lost in the blissful kiss, that was now getting even deeper, Tommy was completely unaware that they had an audience. A very enthusiastic one at that.

“Ohhh my! Are you two planning on mating more? You must allow me to witness it!”

Tommy’s eyes snapped open while in the middle of the kiss, only to pull away from Elissa and come face to face with the biggest girl he had ever seen. She was so big that she was on her knees and watching Tommy and Elissa with a fascinated stare. Did she just say what he thought she said? Errr…

“Hey Tommy! Hi Elissa…This is….”

“FRANK!” Tommy let out an angered bellow, that would make anyone shudder.

“Oh shit.” Frank then hid in behind Isolde, while this cat girl was still staring at Tommy and Elissa with high expectations of a sexual floor show. If Tommy was completely taken aback by what was going on, Elissa was losing the plot completely. Her finger pointing became frantic, and Tommy knew exactly what she was trying to convey.

“NO!…NO, YOU CAN’T WATCH! YOU DIRTY…DIRTY…HEY WAIT, WHAT’S WITH THE TAIL?” He was only now just seeing the alien’s long fluffy tail and this was when his eyes darted to Frank and Isolde, who were just standing there, like this was…nothing new to them at all.

Tommy, being, well Tommy; moved his body to shield his girl from the cat girl while staring daggers at Frank.

“How the hell did you three get in? The door’s locked. And…and…” He pointed at Xiilia and uttered the question“How’d she know we’d had sex?”

Frank poked his head out from behind isolde and replied. “She can stop a car with a force field. I think she is an alien. A Princess too.” He bobbed his head and could see Tommy was livid. “Were you two really having sex?”

“I am so going to belt the crap out of you, Frank.” Tommy made a run at Frank, who screamed like a girl.

“Isa!…Save me!” Frank ran into the kitchen, leaving Isa to face the heat.

~RB~

 

Chor:  

Whatever Isolde thought she was expecting…her mind could not even touch the idea of what really happened when they entered the apartment. Complete and utter chaos had ensued, in an almost gentle and quietly furious way, with the alien upon her knees begging to be the private audience at the next showing of ‘Tommy and Elissa: Getting It On’. Having knowledge of the body most do not, it was obvious to Isa that they had engaged in some pretty serious intercourse. Sex was a science to Isa, she knew the signs; and the scene they happened upon in their arrival was a small hint as well.

Suddenly, the harmless pleading of the alien became banter betweenst the friends. Isolde, Frank cowering behind her, sighed and crossed her arms like an elementary school teacher.

This is all very expla-” she was cut off by yelling from Tommy and then things seemed to escalate more as he came rushing at the two to clearly assault Frank. Honestly, Isa might do the same in this situation. Frank’s shrill shriek, which almost had Isolde wondering about his sex, pierced Isa’s ear and as the two ran off she was left standing there alone in her white shorts and bright soccer mom hoodie. This was turning out to be an astronomically great day, depending on your definition of the word.

Mein Gott…” She paused.After a moment of letting Tommy chase Frank, she spun on her heel.

OY, BOYS!, “She practically screamed, though her commanding, rough voice did not hit the screeching level her compantion’s had. She looked then to Xillia and Elissa.

Please, if you would join me in the dining area?” she spoke gently, but there was something about it that wasn’t quite a question or a suggestion. They all needed to have a good old fashion family meeting; or a friendly chat of that sort. She went in search of this place anyways and sat herself comfortable at the table, licking her lips.  

 

 

“Pinch me please” – GS.

 

Standing outside Jax’s Coffee house, Frank and Isolde come face to face with a real live alien, called Princess Xillia.  It takes an accident for the reality to hit home.

Scene setting : Jax’s Coffee House – Gantz Series

Co-written with Temp and Chor.

 

Temp:  Princess Xillia was in the presence of not only a detective, but also a scientist! Oh how fortune had blessed her! She had watched plenty of different detective and scientific shows that the humans broadcast. These two looked rather normal in comparison to what she had seen on the television, but she had no reason to doubt them. Having her tail very carefully pet by the man, whom was named Frank, was rather nice despite it being embarrassing. The woman, named Isolde, didn’t seem interested in it. She did seem kind of interested in Xillia as a being though. Reading their minds wouldn’t be very difficult, but she had decided she wouldn’t do that unless necessary. Regardless, she was curious as to what they thought about her. Whatever thoughts she had about these two humans was cast aside as a vehicle turned the nearby corner extremely fast and actually plowed right into Xillia. Instead of making contact with Xillia’s body, the car simply crumpled entirely in it’s front against an invisible force around her. The human inside was protected from any harm thanks to her actions. Her head slowly turned to examine the wreck and the man within the vehicle. “Please be more careful, you could have hurt someone.” Everyone around her was shocked to say the least. Announcing that she was an alien hadn’t exactly convinced a lot of people, but watching this twelve foot tall fuzzy lady be completely unaffected by a car crash would change that. As far as anyone could tell, the car literally stopped from crashing into her by apparently nothing, and was bound to change some peoples minds. Regardless, her attention turned back to Frank and Isolde. “Mr. Detective, I believe that man should be disciplined…though, please don’t be too hard on him.” How would these two humans react to this?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank guffawed at the manner in which Isolde introduced herself. “you haven’t tried to kill me so I’ll be civil”. The was the most unlikely thing he ever thought he would hear coming out of the girl’s mouth. Frank’s face was beet red and he slapped his cheek; once he had let go of the strange and ridiculously tall cat girl’s tail. For some reason, the song “Getting to know you” was tra la la-ing through his head and the comedy of it all just made him smile like a loon. Maybe Frank needed to laugh more often, since his days of depression meant he found very little to laugh about. The detective was about to give her a playful nudge, when the sudden sound of squealing tires and screaming had him pull his hand away and jump backwards, as a car which turned the corner at high speed, ploughed into Xillia.

Now, the first thing Frank did was wince and close his eyes. His body contorting as though bracing for the impact. But….there was no impact. Only the sound of the whole front of the car disintegrating, as though it had hit an invisible force field. The windscreen shattered – air bags inflated with a massive ~BANG BANG BANG~ The air was charged with the hiss of water pipes bursting, and in the midst of this, the overly tall cat girl was calmly telling the shocked driver that he should have been more careful.

“I err…what….the…fuck….just happened?!” Frank exclaimed loudly, as he came out of the crash position and stood tall once more. The detective’s gums were flapping as he struggled to get the next few words out. He kept looking at the car….then the driver, then back at Xillia, who was now giving some advice.

“Mr. Detective, I believe that man should be disciplined…though, please don’t be too hard on him.”

“Er….uhm….how did you? Wait. You said you were an alien. You did.” Frank was at a total loss. His hands gesturing to the car, then her. The driver looked to stunned to move. Maybe it was the fact he was hit so hard in the face by the air bag.“Isa, pinch me please.”

Poor Frank thought he was still asleep. This all had to be a dream. A car just doesn’t hit invisible force fields. Not in New York.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde’s mind running in nearly a million different directions. What could this mean for today’s world? The news of extraterrestrial life would shatter nations; this was war-causing information. People think nonchalantly about alien life forms, but never imagine the idea of its effects on the Earth as they know it. Suddenly, a car hydroplaned or something, because the sound of squaling tired reached Isa’s ears painfully just as she rejoined the group conversation. The car, which had to be doing at least forty-five miles per hour in a twenty, was plummeting straight towards the small group. There were screams as people moved away, but Isolde could only stare. Could she have gone through all this now to be killed by the city’s worst driver? Her eyes instinctively closed as a flinch forced her body rigid, but to her surprise, she felt nothing. No weight, no pain; not a single thing. Was she dead then? Only after openign her eyes did she realize that the car had not even reached her. It was stopped dead in its tracks…and definitely totaled, by this…woman. What a feat; and she wasn’t even fazed.

When she certainly isn’t human. It’s genetically and now…absolutely not possible. No human could take that much force at that speed and still be alive to talk about it,” Isolde stated bluntly. This truly was an alien; and the poor thing was oncerned about the man in the car’s well-being and what might happen to him. How funny the term “We come in peace” is when watching this play out. She clearly could obliterate any one of them easily, yet chooses to protect, like she has some sort of affection or connection toward them. It’s childish, almost. Isolde turned to Frank with a grin, like a little girl on Christmas.

Trust me, you’re awake.

 

Temp:  These humans certainly did have some interesting reactions, especially to things they didn’t quite understand. It was becoming more and more clear that the concept of alien life, despite being popular in human culture, was something that not many took seriously. Both Frank and Isolde seemed to be shocked, but it wasn’t until she did something outside of human capability. It seemed that seeing was believing was the best way to approach the human race. Still, the shocked reactions were rather nice to see. “If you would like further proof, you may…examine me.” If for whatever reason they thought she was some kind of actor, they would be surprised even further should they choose to examine her. Her long gown covered her feet entirely, but if they decided to lift it and look, they’d find her feet to have patches of silver scales, as well as see that her legs were very real. She felt determined to prove to them that she was not from this world. While she waited for their words, her tail wiggled and bounced about behind her, catching the attention of some children from the nearby crowd. She honestly didn’t even notice them playing with it, as her attention was focused on Frank and Isolde.

 

Razorbackwriter:  So, this wasn’t a dream. The big..fluffy tailed girl just stopped the car with her alien force field. Had it not been for her, they would all be dead. Nothing but chalk lines on the pavement. Isa’s pinch hurt. Yes, he felt it. But now the realization of what stood before them brought about a wave of unease. Not because of what the girl had done, but how the authorities and the media would react. Frank already knew what it was like to be scrutinized over what was a bizarre and deadly attack against Rory, his partner. How on earth would the department react to this….let alone the Commander.

The Detective felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Movies like ET and Close encounters of the third kind, came to mind. The government would whisk this very friendly cat girl off to some secret base in the desert and do horrible tests on her. Frank chewed on his lip for a moment as he considered what they needed to do to protect this girl…not only from the authorities, but also from herself. He held up his finger to the girl as if to interrupt her after she had offered to be examined.

“Oh…no no. Don’t need anymore of that. Would you mind if I just conferred with my colleague for a moment please?”Frank showed a polite smile, as he took Isa’s arm and tried to turn her away from the cat girl for just a minute to let her know how he felt.

In a quiet voice he said. “Okay…you and I both know what happens to aliens in this country. Real…or not. We can’t let that happen to her. She might have answers about the thing that took Rory.” He leaned in close, but not before looking back at cat girl and showing a smile. “Heh, be right with you.”

“Should we take her to Elissa’s and then get their take on it, before finding a safe house?”

It was the best he could come up with.

~RB~

 

Chor:  

Despite the scientific personality happily taking over Isa, Frank looked sick. Her compulsion to agree with the extraterrestrial shorted, which was something that has not happened in years, and she looked at her companion with concern. He completely pushed off the suggestion for an examination, much to Isolde’s extreme disappointment. What? It’s not like she was going to dissect her! Isolde became aware of the hand on her arm and then looked up at Frank. What came out of his mouth sounded a little bit…frantic and crazy to her, but it had a sense of truth in it. Frank might have seen a but too much televised alien encounter stories, but for certain were this being found, she may not see day again. It would be a pity for such a creature to disappear, considering her royal status. This alone could start an intergalactic war, one which the Earth could not possibly fight with the limited to nonexistent knowledge of life in space.

I do suppose that’s a viable solution for the moment,” Isolde agreed, biting her lip gently. The look on her face was evidence to the cogs trning in her head. She looked over to the being and then back at Frank.

Do you imagine she’ll fit in my car?” she questioned him, not sure if it would be the case. The car wasn’t tiny, just your standardfront wheel drive V6, but this creature was exceptionally tall, and the comfortably level concerning her tail in the backseat was also a problem. They could certainly try, though the car being at the police stations parking garage was another problem. Downtown people sort of overlook silly things like this, save maybe the car crash. Press, however, grows hungrily in the cracks in the sidewalk otuside the station. They take notice to jsut about anything.  

 

Temp:  Xillia was actually very confused as to what Joel and Isolde were talking about. There were talks of her being taken away and finding a place for her to hide, none of which made sense to her. “There is no need to worry about me.” If Xillia felt for a moment that coming to Earth would put her in any danger, she wouldn’t have arrived in such a flashy way. If these two humans insisted that she come with them, then she would agree to go with them. Still, she didn’t feel that she was in any immediate danger.“Would you like me to take us all somewhere? There’s no need for a vehicle.”Teleportation was something she was able to do, so long as she had an image of the desired location. Tapping into either Isolde or Franks mind to get the image of said location was also something she could do, thankfully.

 

 

Princess Kitty – GS.

 

Frank had always thought of the possibilities of an alien race that was terrorizing the planet.  Like the one that took Rory that fateful night.  He had no idea that aliens had fluffy tails.

Scene setting : Outside Jax’s Coffee House.

Co-written with Temp and Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  For a detective, Frank was pretty clueless – especially when Isa slipped some money into his jacket to help pay for her meal. Being a gentleman, Frank believed that it was only right that he should pay the cheque – even if his salary was barely covering his expenses. Ambling out the door, he happened to hear Isa mention that she had a car. Well that was a relief. Not having to hail yet another cab to Elissa’s place was going to save him a few dollars. Also, he often hated the back seats of New York cabs. You never really knew what you were going to be sitting on. Showing a smile, Frank was all too ready to head for her car, when the oddest looking woman – if you could call her that, approached them and greeted them both in a way that made you think she was from way out of town.

“Hello humans! Your planet is wonderful!”

Now Frank was used to seeing oddities in the city. Why, go to Broadway and you see some amazing costumes and special effects when producers are promoting their plays or musicals. So…when Frank heard the ever so tall kitten girl say“Hello Humans.”, Frank naturally thought it was an act.

“Ahaha. Wow, are you from an off Broadway production? I gotta say, that tail looks so realistic. Kudos to your wardrobe department. I’ll take a flyer if you have one.”

Totally clueless.

Frank nudged Isa and said. “Do you want to pull her tail as much as I do?”

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde watched Frank’s expression, seeing his interest in the fact that she did have a functioning vehicle, and thanked past Isa for having that smart idea. Honestly, Isolde has spent a ton of money driving her own car around. In the city you don’t need to go far and if you do, there’s always a train. Suddenly, their space was invaded by honestly the creepiest thing Isolde had ever laid eyes on…and she’d seen things; things not many could stomach.

I…

There were no words, Isolde was left speechless, looking this…person? up and down. The tail really made it, though. Isodle barely heard what Frank was saying until he nudged her. She looked up at him, mouth agape like she couldn’t believe her eyes. Knowing full well the human body, she could see that this was something either very strange or maybe…maybe today has been a dream?

“What are you?” she whispered, brows furrowed. Isa felt uneasy, sick even. The world spun and she took hold of Frank’s hand to steady herself. Was this happening? Was Frank really seeing it, too?

 

Temp:  “Broadway?” The name sounded very familiar to her. Whatever it was, it was probably mentioned in some movie that took place in this city. The man thought her to be part of whatever this ‘Broadway’ thing was, but she wasn’t sure how to best respond since she didn’t know what the hell it even was. “I’m not from this ‘Broadway’, but from Vasari…and I’ve come to visit you Humans.” Hopefully she wouldn’t cause any insult towards ‘Broadway’. Offending the Humans wasn’t something that she was hoping to accomplish. “I am Princess Xillia, and I hope to learn a great deal from you all.” She spoke softly and bowed towards the two humans, despite the clear ‘disgust’ that she sensed from the female. Why exactly the female looked at her and brewed such negative emotions was unknown to her, but it was upsetting nonetheless. Perhaps it had to do with her tail that they both seemed fixated on? “I…do you…desire to feel my tail?” She brought her tail forward and held it in front of her, then stepped a bit closer to the two humans with a nervous look on her face. Would letting them examine her tail make them feel better? Perhaps the male, but the female really didn’t seem to like her…sadly.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank cocked his head to the right. His brow creasing and yet he still had a crooked smile when the woman claimed not to be from Broadway, but a place called Vasari. And then….the kicker.

“…and I’ve come to visit you Humans.”

The detective blinked at this admission. The girl with the fluffy tail believed herself not to be human and that she was visiting. ~Right~ Now, Frank had met many that claimed to be all sorts of things in lock up; but none of them had a tail. Delusions brought about by drugs was common place, yet as Isa and Frank stood there, the cat girl if you could call her that went on to say that she was a Princess named Xillia and she hoped to learn from them. Not wanting to alarm the cat girl or make her panic with any sudden moves, Frank slowly turned his head toward Isa and then acted as this was all perfectly normal.

“We are in the company of royalty. In New York no less.”

Isa would be able to tell by his tone that he was being sarcastic, but in the same vein – polite. This girl needed to be treated carefully, if she was an escapee from a local mental institution. He was now considering taking her down town to see if they could find out her true identity, but that was the moment she offered her tail for a pat.

Frank glanced at the fluffy tail. It looked so soft. At that point, Frank glanced up and saw the nervousness in her face. The girl was frightened. The detective knew he had to treat her carefully. Moving ever slowly, he reached forward and then with the utmost care, stroked her tail. It was incredibly soft, and fluffy.

“Wow. Softer than minx.” Frank gave Isa a nudge. “Don’t be shy. Just…curtsy and have a feel.” He remembered the girl was royalty and he remembered his manners.

“I’m Detective Malone….Frank Malone.” The Detective bowed slightly, assuming it was the done thing. “And this is Isolde, she’s a scientist.”

Here was Frank, making introductions to an alien. If only he knew the truth.

~RB~

 

Chor:  There is nothing whatsoever weird about this meeting. Not at all. The sarcastic remark passed through her head after Frank spoke about this…woman being royalty. She had said she was a Princess, but from a place Isa had never heard of. Clearly this girl thought herself an alien…and boy did she look the part. Frank’s idea about a play or musical was a good one, but a convention is what came to Isolde’s mind. Suddenly, Frank suggested she curtsy. Was he mad? She looked incredulously at him, but when he nudged her, wrinkled her nose indignantly before displaying the most respectful curtsy she could manage in shorts that ever-threatened mutiny. When urged to pet the tail, Isa decided aginst it. If she began, it would not end there. Likely she would attempt to examine the creature completely. One thought plagued her mind continuously. Was the extended vertebrae protruding from the pelvis? Was this a real tail or some plastic, ‘furry’ illusion for good fun. Roleplaying was something people took very seriously…Frank only introduced her as a scientist, which was half correct, but it would suffice. She nodded curtly.

Hallo; Isolde vonGoethe,” she spoke aloud, mouth forming what one might call a friendly smile but mostly looked like ‘I don’t know you, but you haven’t tried to kill me so I’ll be civil’.

“Hello Humans!” – GS.

 

https://i0.wp.com/i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc86/VergilX_X/Female%20Characters/0bcfb7d1-f6b1-4036-8d76-6fea98fcf2c5.jpg

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.

 

What is love? – GS.

Tattoos that tell a story.  Frank learns more about his friend, Isolde.

Scene setting :  Jax’s Coffee House – GS.

Co-written with Chor.

Chor: Isolde nodded her head, thinking of low, low times in her life. Isolde just happened to be in the right place at the right time to save Frank, but Isolde had no one but Khalil, who practically dragged the ambulance to her apartment. The kid knew she wasn’t right and he saw where she was headed, but if he had been just ten minutes later, it would have been too late. His hand came to rest over hers and she looked at it, goosebumps crawling up her sleeved arm , over her clavicle and up her neck, where the baby hairs in the back raised. His thumb caressed her hand as he took it into his. She focused a bit, making sure he didn’t flip the hand over; view the wrist. Suddenly, he withdrew, and she looked up at the waitress, blinking.

Finally, her meal arrived and she pulled her napkin into her lap; wouldn’t want to ruin such lovely shorts with a blackberry stain. Frank’s meal had not yet arrived and she refused to eat, despite his urgings about it ‘getting cold’. Patience is a virtue. Her mother would have rolled in her grave if she’d begun eating. The thought made her grin. She poured a little cream in her coffee, then a literal ton of sugar. She liked coffee’s effects, but not the taste. She drank a lot of coffee as a youngster, but only because her family couldn’t afford it for years until the market went down, so then they drank it religiously.

In my family, we do not eat until everyone has been served,” she said politely, not wanting to make Frank upset because clearly he was just trying to make her happy. Isa appreciated this fully; it was more than anyone else ever tried to do. He mentioned the tattoos then and her face changed. She’d totally forgotten, wrapped up in her outfit of something that wasn’t quite choice.

“Ah, well. If I had a shirt on under this, I’d likely pull this off to show you, but you’ve seen quite a bit of it already,” she said, rubbing her neck, “but it’s a poem in Hebrew:

In the merciful time, at twilight,
Bow your head and I’ll reveal,
the secret of my torments:
They say there is youth in the world-
Where is my youth?

And another secret I will confess:
My soul has been seared by a flame;
They say there is love in the world-
What is love?”

Razorbackwriter:  Watching Isa as she mentioned that in her family it was tradition to wait until all plates were on the table had Frank taken off guard slightly. He honestly thought that he was being polite in asking her to go ahead and start. Thankfully, one of the waitresses brought over Frank’s order – placing the eggs benedict down before him as he whipped a napkin out from under his cutlery and draped it across his lap. Well, I have mine now so..”

Conversation went back onto the strange markings that ran up and down Isa’s legs. She mentioned that had it not been for the fact she was only wearing the hoody as a top, that she could show him the extent of the markings. Truth be told, he got a good eyeful back at the apartment when she was hunting for a towel. Frank toyed with his fork as he listened to the poem, which is what the markings represented in hebrew. This was the first that Frank had ever heard of someone having an entire poem tattooed on their body. Made a change from the usual fare, of flowers, butterflies and ex girlfriend’s names.

Cutting into his toast and then dipping it into the holanaise sauce, Frank nodded as he was deeply impressed. “Must have been hell getting it done.” Frank clearly was not a fan of the tattooist needle. He then popped the toast into his mouth and chewed heartily – thankfully with his mouth closed. Frank had excellent table manners around the ladies. With the guys, well that was another story.

“You know, Tommy Elissa and me were here just the other night. Mhm. We were running on adrenaline, I can tell you.”This was before the shooting….right before. Funny how Frank had ended back there again for breakfast. To be honest, Frank didn’t mind. His cooking left a lot to be desired, plus his pantry was not exactly packed with choice ingredients. Like many it was simply easier and more enjoyable to eat out.

Frank took another mouthful, this time with egg and bacon on his fork. You could tell he had an appetite, but still tried to make interesting conversation. Placing down his cutlery, he reached for his cup of coffee and then took a sip. Amazing how coffee just perked him right up.

“So what do you do…for fun? Away from the lab, I mean.”

And here come the questions.

~RB~

Chor:  Oh, gute,” she said, her ‘gute’ a sort of German-American mixture of the word. Old habits die hard.

Isolde smiled at Frank, lifting her own cutlery to cut her crepe as he settled the napkin upon his lap. The first bite was utter euphoria and Isa’s mouth and stomach reveled that finally she was eating real, delicious, and nutritious food. Truth be told, the last time she’d had crepes was the morning before Claura’s disappearance. She’d sung silly tines their grandmother taught them as she cooked the German crepes and wrapped in them the redcurrant jam. Isolde used to remember that as the last happy day she’d ever have. Of course, who could have predicted that yesterday could have changed her so fully. She took another bite as Frank went on about the tattoo. A shrug moved in her shoulders. It wasn’t painful to her, who has a pretty high pain tolerance; and in fact -though she won’t likely ever admit it- she actually enjoyed it. She felt as if she deserved the pain.

At the mention of Tommy – that must be the reporter- and Elissa – who must be the woman- Isa again wondered if they were alright. Frank really ought to call his friends back. He surprised her then, with a question about what she did outside of the lab. This was going to be an awkward answer, since all she truly did was work in the lab, then take cat naps and eat vending machine food. She should tell him about before her small, abysmal life began.

Well, I’ve really been lacking there lately, but I’m also employed at the American Museum of Natural History in the Forensic Anthropology department. I used to do studies, demonstrations, and tours and all that. Mainly. I did a lot of casework, working on specific bodies we’d get in. I also used to play in the symphony. Strings; cello mostly, but a little violin or viola occasionally. I mean, I’m no master at it, so second seat was pretty exciting for me. Before…I used to ride horses often. There’s something about them that’s so elegant and just altogether they’re just magnificent beasts to interact with.

That was the end of her spiel. She didn’t really do much aside from work after school started. She figured she had to dive head first to pay off her loans, but as soon as that was done she still remained deeply buried into the workplaces. Her friends from school all lived close and they would often meet to hang out, but after Claura she pretty much dropped everything.

Razorbackwriter;  Some of us find it hard to get time to have any kind of life outside our working hours. Frank’s used to revolve around his son, but of course when his ex took him away that left Frank with little to do but drink and spend his waking hours at home studying the wall. The wall being the one in his home office with the trails to nowhere on Rory’s death. Some nights he wouldn’t even sleep. Just sitting in his old leather chair and rock back and forth slowly. His mind going over that night again and again till the first rays of light would filter through to the office. Not much of an existence.

Frank ate heartily as Isa told him all of her life away from work which was a darn sight more interesting then his own story. Nodding at appropriate times and only placing his cutlery down to replace them with his cup of coffee, he was genuinely interested. She was also employed at the American museum of Natural History A role that Frank was sure was of some importance. Is was also into music. Playing the cello – as well as a little violin. Frank smiled at the mention that she was second seat in the symphony, which meant she must be good.

The last part however brought a big smile from Frank, she used to ride horses. Why you might wonder this brought such a reaction was due to the fact it triggered a memory of just how much his ex hated them. Whenever there was a parade and the police horses came along, his ex put on such a performance it was a wonder people didn’t throw down money in front of her. Drama Queen.

“I couldn’t agree more. Majestic and beautiful creatures. I haven’t ridden though since my teens. My parents used to send me out to the Grandparents farm some holidays and that is where I learnt to ride.” Course he couldn’t go near horses after Missy reacted to them so badly. Much to his Grandparents disappointment. He hadn’t been able to go visit with his son, thanks to Missy. How he hated the woman.

Frank placed his cutlery down on his cleaned plate with a clink, before picking up his napkin and dabbing his lips.

“I enjoyed that. You know, you are a very interesting woman, Isa. You’d make quite the catch. If only I had a net.” At this he laughed at his own poor joke. Such a sad sack.

“Enjoying those crepes?”

~RB~

 

 

Old Scars – GS.

Food52 animated GIF

Breakfast is always better when someone else makes it.  Frank and Isa are about to enjoy the delights of Jax’s Coffee house.

Scene setting : Jax’s Coffee House.

Co-written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Pulling the door open for Isa, Frank peeked inside to see how bad the crowd was this morning. Thankfully, Jax’s was about half full which meant that they would easily get a table and the wait would not be all that long. Following Isa in, Frank stared down at those white shorts. The tell tale showing of Isa’s panties, which Frank had seen earlier gave the detective reason to smile. He had acted like a total goof when she emerged from the bathroom looking for towels. Thankfully, Frank felt that Isa would have forgotten about all that by now. The welcoming aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans invigorating the senses.

Seeing a table free, Frank ushered Isa towards it and then pulled out a chair for her, just as you would expect a gentleman to do. “This is so much better than sharing a bowl of cornflakes and stale milk at my place.” Waiting for Isa to get comfortable, Frank moved to the opposite side of the table and took a chair, reaching for the menu. He knew one thing. Frank needed a large cup of coffee, and then he would see what took his fancy on the menu.

On the way over, the conversation had been light. Mainly about how his little boy loved to play soccer on Saturdays. Much of the time, Frank was working, so he had missed many of his son’s matches – much to his own disappointment. In all honesty, Frank didn’t feel like he had been a great father to his son. So much of his important milestones had been missed, and all because of the job. It made him wonder if having kids was such a good idea in the first place, but his son was an accident. Do you tell your child such a thing? No. Well, you shouldn’t. Frank tried to hide the sadness of how he missed his little boy, but his ex had made sure that Frank would never get custody or visitation. All Frank had was a handful of photographs, and one small soccer shirt. Maybe one day, when his son was old enough he would seek Frank out. Or would it be too late? Missy had remarried and the guy was a writer with plenty of time at home to be there for Frank’s son. How easy it was to be replaced.

Taking up the menu, Frank held it up and whistled.

“Eggs Benedict. My favorite.” Frank had already made up his mind.

“See anything you fancy?” This was asked as a waitress approached their table, tablet in hand ready to take their order.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde was a little hesitant to enter the restaurant, because just in stepping from the cab she’d already had enough looks – mostly at her backside- for the morning. The woman braved it, though, and allowed Frank to kindly open the door for her to enter. Her escort immediately found them a table and gladly sat down in the chair he’d retrieved. The whole place was aflutter with quiet chatter and Isa caught conversations here and there. She was not really listening in, but when the ebb and flow of the words came like a wave; there was only one conversation left to hear and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Isa had barely even glanced at the menu, but had mostly made her mind up on the way that she would have waffles.

Be careful what you wish for: I survived my childhood eating muesli every day,” Isa joked, though it was true. In the dark, quiet mornings as her family sat around the worn wooden table eating their typical German breakfast, Isa would have killed for cornflakes. The thought of that made a smile curve her lips. Suddenly, Isa’s eyes caught something on the menu. Crepes. Oh god, that was it. Her waffle-filled morning had come to an end. It would be crepes with black berry jam and she decided this all before Frank even uttered a word. When the waitress appeared, she looked to her with a light smile.

guten Morgen,” she said, then closed her menu and placed it to the side, “I’ll have the crepes, with blackberry jam…or preserves, whichever you’ve got? And coffee; one cream and…well, I suppose if you can bring me the sugar it’ll be easier.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was nice to listen to Isa speak with that slight accent that Frank had not really picked up on before. Easing back in his chair, as he went over the menu he only lifted his eyes away from it to watch Isa give her over to the barista. “No waffles?’ Frank was a little surprised that Isa had changed her mind so quickly, but obviously she preferred the idea of crepes that morning instead, now that she saw the full range of breakfasts offered on the menu. The waitress took down both their orders and spun on her heel – quickly away to go and get their breakfasts started. Frank had to admit, the service was great. Placing the menu back in the holder, Frank couldn’t help but say something about those white shorts.

“Amazing how you are the same size as my ex. Those shorts are pretty…uhm…”Thankfully he stopped himself before he made a massive gaff. “….nice.” He let out an loud exhale of breathe followed by a smile as he decided to change tact. “You really stuck your neck out for me, you know. The Commander has probably been at the station all night.” The meaning behind this statement was that Commander Bracks was probably destroying her computer files and anything incriminating on it. It was a fair bet that he had people that owed him favors around the office. Some people got promotions that they didn’t earn. Not by performance results, anyways. It was troubling, to say the least.

Remembering his cellphone, he took it out from his pocket and then placed it on the table in front of him. “Tommy messaged me. Sounded mad as fuck.” Frank ticked his head a little to the left, remembering what state he had been in the night before. Frank toyed with the phone for a moment, almost too nervous to call Tommy back.

“I really do owe you one, Isa. You pretty much saved my life.”

Did she understand the gravity of his words? Truth be told though. Frank was not out of the woods yet. There were people out there with objectives. Dishonest and clever people. Frank was a pawn that many wanted seen taken off the board.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde wiggled in her chair. Funny he should mention the shorts; they weren’t the same size, as Isa’s hips definitely did not lie about how these white atrocities were, but enough where she wasn’t bursting at the seams.

Nice isn’t the word I’d use, but ja, they’re…int’resting, to say the least.

The way he said it though, she knew he’d jsut stopped himself from saying something very, very different. The way he attempted to change the subject had her laughing on the inside, then what he said had her truly laughing. Bracks? Do work?

Yeah, that’s not likely. That fat pig probably slept like a baby with his new wife while his dirty lackeys did his job for him…” Isa nearly spat, just thinking about the Commander putting her off a bit. She had a particular bone to pick with that man, and not just because of the situation with Frank or just his shitty human being status in general. There was far more history between the two that Isa hadn’t divulged on yet. She’d hoped she’d never have to, but eventually someone has to know. Especially now that Claura’s files have gone missing. Isolde rubbed her leg where a few symbols could be seen, sighing. So much to do, yet she just wanted to enjoy the happiness she was truly feeling here with Frank. She could only imagine the sight of her office, her lab, maybe even her apartment? At the mention of Frank’s friends, Isa felt guilty for forgetting about them. The poor woman who’d been shot and the other man…the reporter? She hoped they fared well. Isolde was caught off guard by Frank’s words and the utter sincerity of them. Blinking, she looked to his eyes.

I was only doing what I wish someone had done for me,” she said a little sheepishly. Old scars, reminders of those days when she hadn’t had anyone to tell her that it would be okay, burned on her wrists.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Isa’s laughter was infectious and of course the way that she described Commander Bracks had chuckle. Frank would have laughed a bit louder save for the fact that what Isa said was pretty spot on. He was a disgusting pig of a man, and you had to feel sorry for the woman that he went home to at night. There was just something not quite right about the man. Frank couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Bracks had a sinister streak. The kind of guy that gained pleasure from torturing animals. Just the mental picture of him sleeping as Isa said made Frank shudder. Frank tapped the table twice with his open palm and then said “Enough about him, okay? Wouldn’t want to ruin your breakfast.” Yes, a change in conversation was a top idea and of course when Frank had said that he was grateful for Isa for everything she had done for him, he softened when she said that she was doing what she had hoped someone had done for her.“Really?”

Frank’s brow knitted slightly as he reached across the table to take her hand. He remembered her placing down a white rose as a symbol for the one she lost – Claura. That was her name, Frank thought. Frank’s thumb moved delicately across the top of Isa’s hand as he was about to ask about Claura, when the waitress brought over the crepes with blackberry jam as well as some cutlery. It sure did look good. Frank knew it was time to pull his hand away. “Don’t want it getting cold, now.” A simple nod and he gestured for her to eat as he waited for his meal to be brought out. A cup of coffee was placed down and filled by the barista and he thanked her kindly, before looking back at Isa.

“This is nice.” Frank, the King of small talk. If he could though, Frank could talk underwater when the mood was right. In this instance, the detective was wanting to ensure that Isolde enjoyed her breakfast. He took up his coffee cup and blew on it gently, then took a sip before placing the cup back down in the saucer with a gentle clink.

“You never did tell me about those tattoos.”

~RB~

Little white shorts – GS.

 

Gantz series.

Scene setting : Detective Frank Malone’s apartment.

Co-written with Chor.

 

Chor:  After probably the most enjoyable shower Isa as experienced in awhile, she stepped out of the shower onto the plush rug – which was immediately soaked by her dripping body- and pulled a towel around herself.

Shit,” she whispered. She really was not on her game this morning, as she had also forgotten that the clothes were in Frank’s bedroom. She decided on not bringing further attention to her idiocy and settling at the moment for brushing her teeth. At least three times. Finally, with the stench of the ghost of garlic of nights past gone, she pulled the towel tighter around herself, which was simple on account of there being little for her to actually cover, and opened the door a crack. Frank was in the kitchen and not paying attention. See, Isolde saw her underwear and bra as just articles of clothing, nothing too sexual or important about them. That probably stemmed from being with her sister, who came home in lingerie most mornings. Isolde tiptoed to his room while Frank was turned around and closed the door behind her.

Okay, back of the closet,” Isolde said to herself. She opened the blinded door and peer to the back of the dark space to see a box nearly overflowing with clothing Isa knew could not be Frank’s. She dragged it out with great difficulty on account of how much was actually in it. Oh my god. Isolde nearly snorted when she lifted out the contents. The box was teeming with white shorts and hoodies of every neon colour imaginable and…dear lord they all read “Malone 02” on the back. Soccer mom, how did Isa not guess it. She honestly couldn’t imagine Frank with someone who owned this many pairs of white shorts. Isolde couldn’t imagine how many more pairs the woman had that she was able to leave so many behind. How many monogrammed hoodies can one woman own?

Isolde snapped on her bra and then pulled over it an orange hoodie that didn’t have all the same vibrancy as the others – likely because of multiple washes in city water- sighing, as if the colour burned her eyes. Then came the shorts, through which her underwear were absolutely viewable. Shoving the box back to its hiding place where she hoped to never see it again, Isa exited the room, face slightly wrinkled, cringing like she was wearing some sort of clown suit.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank had been toying with his cellphone while trying to come up with an appropriate message to send to Tommy. It was not surprising that the reporter would send him such a text. They had been friends a long time and Tommy could easily pick when Frank was at his lowest. It was one of the things that made their friendship what it was.

Hearing the continual running of the water from the shower, Frank deducted that Isa was really enjoying it. Thankfully they weren’t on rationed water supplies, as that could have put a dampener on her morning ritual. Clothes. Now that was going to be interesting to see. When Frank had placed the large box of his ex’s clothes in the back of his closet, he had completely forgotten what was in it. Trust Missy to leave behind all her soccer hoodies and those numerous pairs of white shorts. It was only when Isa emerged in the pumpkin colored hoody did Frank have that sudden flashback. One thing though, Isa looked amazing in those white shorts. A hell of a lot better than Missy ever did.

Seeing the wrinkled facial expression showing that Isa wasn’t exactly sold on the look she was wearing, Frank tried his darnedest to cheer her up.

“Hey, Isa. You look great!” At least she wasn’t wearing the neon hoody. Those stood out worse than a construction worker on his night shift. Tommy gave a small thumbs up, before reaching for his wallet and keys. His phone was now safely tucked back into his jacket.

“Fancy going to Jax’s coffee house for breakfast. I happen to know they do great waffles.”

Frank was hopeful that Isa would agree to his idea, since it was his favorite place now for coffee – which he badly needed. Realizing he needed to freshen up first, he patted Isa’s arm as he shot past her into the bathroom.

“Give us five minutes, would you?”

In the bathroom, Frank splashed his face with cold water, before patting it dry and then grabbing his tooth brush to brush his teeth. Curry breath and all that.

Re emerging, Frank showed Isa to the door.

“I’ll text Tommy when we get there. Say….do you like soccer?”

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  It was kind of Frank to tell Isolde she looked great, when in reality she knew she looked nearly ridiculous. The shorts were tight beyond belief; how did this woman even have a child with such narrow hips? Isa was swimming in the hoodie however, the fit so loose the only way for her to function her arms was to roll the sleeves to her elbow.

Thanks,” she uttered with a disbelieving nod. Of course, it could be worse…probably? Okay, maybe not. The hot mess that stood listen to Frank mention a little coffee house for breakfast smiled to herself. Two meals in less than 48 hours? This would have to be a new record. They’d better alert the media; write it into the calendar…

Sounds great to me. Can’t say no to waffles.

Isa wouldn’t argue. Waffles happened to be her favorite breakfast food, aside from cheese-eggs, but she could only eat the eggs if she made them. Everyone else seemed to cook them too long or with not enough milk and cream. Thinking about it, Isa reminded herself that she should probably pick up milk and eggs when she got a chance. Maybe even bread. Frank darted past her to use the restroom and she blinked a wide blink, as though she’d gotten whiplash from the fast movement. When he’d emerged, Frank was a new person. Fresh and ready for the day. Jeez, how is it he didn’t even have to try to look handsome? This made Isa’s predicament a little more sour. At the mention of soccer, her jaw dropped with a grin. Really?

Oh, yeah, love it,” she replied sarcastically with a little chuckle as she grabbed her clothes, wadded them into a ball, and followed him out.

 

Happy Memories – GS.

 

Scene setting : Detective Frank Malone’s Apartment.

co-written with Chor.

 

Chor:  The knock at the door was almost a relief. The silence and painful small-talk that went between them was awful. It was like watching people trying to pronounce words incredibly wrong or babies trying to walk for the first time. As the food entered the apartment, Isa knew the first thing she was going to do was eat. Then she could assess and conquer the situation. At the very mention of the food, she didn’t waste any time coming to where Frank had laid out the food. She pushed her slightly loose buttoned sleeves up to her elbow, showing more of the strange markings running from where her wrist met her palm to the crook of her elbow. They were so old news to her that she barely even noticed the black marks anymore.

Wow, this all looks amazing,” Isa spoke aloud, though it was mainly to herself. She was getting slowly more comfortable. Not knowing just what she wanted, she took a bit of everything, but mostly she helped herself to the bread. For someone who doesn’t eat much, Isolde loves garlic. She supposes it’s some cosmic proof – or maybe a joke- that she’s not a vampire, despite her looks.

Isolde was just a few steps behind Frank as she took up her plate and went back to where they would watch the movie. The previews, which she was intensely uninterested in, played in the background as she settled on the couch, bare feet tucking to her left underneath her as she balanced her food on her lap expertly. On hand holding her beer, Isa raised it to Franks.

To Claura,” she said, nodding to acknowledge Rory and her sister before taking a swig.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank made sure to tap his beer can against Isa’s as she said the name of the person she wished to toast. Both took a swig of their beers right after. Frank took quite a large mouthful of beer, before letting out a loud belch. It wasn’t intended to happen, it just kinda did. Frank looked a bit sheepish and placed the beer can down on the coffee table, taking up his plate and then easing back into a more comfortable position on the couch. With one eye on the TV screen, Frank happened to notice that Isa had taken a liking to the naan. It was then he remembered it was garlic naan, and this caused him to let out a chuckle.

“Gotta love a girl that is game to eat garlic.”

He didn’t mean to sound rude, but it may have come off as such. Realizing his gaffe, he then started to recant a story about one night where he had been on a double date. It was back while he was still married, and of course the focus of the story was on his male counterpart – Rory.

“Ever been to Giano’s pizzeria palace? No? Well, one night four of us went down there and it was the night I learnt that my mate Rory loved garlic. Man, he had garlic on just about everything. Every course. I can remember his girlfriend.”At this point Frank’s eyes started to water, as though he had remembered something terribly funny. “Rory used to give her dutch ovens. Man…that night. I heard she ended up sending him to the couch. Ahaha. He totally reeked.”

By now, the movie had started, and Frank was belly laughing at the memory of that wild night with his dear friend who stunk of garlic.

“Was coming out of his pores and everything.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  After Isa’s sip,she was nearly scared to death by Frank’s burp. She turned to him, hand covering the stupid grin on her mouth. Because of a dysfunctional belch reflex, Isa has never been able to burp. She envied those who could and found burping quite hilarious.

“Yeah, you’d think I’m Italian instead of German the way I inhale this stuff…” Isa said, chewing off and swallowing another bite with a sip of her beer. Isa listened to Frank and simultaneously had her eyes on the screen for the movie to begin while his story was told. The story was personal, and quite frankly hilarious. Now it seemed they both were stepped from their comfort zones, baring souls and telling embarrassing stories. As the movie began, the story ended, but Isolde was still laughing. Frank had an infectious chuckle and you couldn’t just sit there and let him laugh alone. Is knew of the garlic pores. When she still lived with Claura, the two would eat Pasta Margherita at least twice a week and would have to spend the night locked in their rooms away from each other, using copious amounts of industrial strength mouthwash.

Soon after the movie began, whether it was the beer the tryptophan in her system from all the food she could not stop eating, it had caused her to become drowsy. She blinked a couple of times, trying to focus on an honestly confusing and sad movie, but mostly found herself unable to. Eventually, she couldn’t keep her body upright and gently slid into a comfortable sleep, her body surprised she made it through that much of the film.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Isolde had the most beautiful laugh, and thankfully she didn’t find Frank’ story to be rude. She knew how garlic affected some people and she happily joined in even with the movie starting in the background. Frank had to wipe away the tears of laughter with one of the napkins provided with their curry meal. It felt so good to be able to laugh at something so trivial, especially about Rory. A happy memory in amongst so many that were sad.

Whatever tension there was before, had now abaited and the pair were able to enjoy the movie as it got going, whilst eating the curry from that random curry house suggested by the singing cabby. It really was a great meal, and Frank noticed that Isa had taken to it with relish. A gusto that could have been brought on by the beer possibly. Frank finished off his plate, using a piece of naan to scrape up the last traces of curry, while Isa seemed to be focused on the move. Or was she? Taking their plates, he was about to say he would wash up, when he noticed that she had fallen asleep. Right there on the couch. Frank chuckled softly as he took her plates and cutlery and eased off the couch gently so as not to wake her. He tip toed into the kitchen and then started to do the washing up, ever so often peeking through the gap between the bench and the cupboard to see if Isa had roused at all. Poor thing must have been truly exhausted.

Finishing up the dishes, Frank packed everything away – for once, and came back into the lounge room to turn off the TV. The quiet of the room only interrupted by the sound of the traffic outside his apartment building. Gently, Frank put his arms under Isa and carried her into his bedroom. He laid her down on his bed, and brought the cover up and over to lay across her as she continued to sleep soundly. Isolde was probably the first woman to sleep in his bed, since he had moved to this part of town. He bent down to kiss her forehead, before grabbing his own pillow and a blanket from the cupboard, and making his way back into the lounge, to sleep on the couch.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde very rarely made it to the REM stage one so preciously needs to fully experience sleep. This also happens to be the sleep during which you experience dreams; one thing Isa tries desperately to avoid. It seemed the alcohol in her system gave her the faintest of reminders of the last time she indulged herself and the nightmare that followed was one of complete and utter torture. Her weakened body could not fight it off at first, but soon finally she awoke with a short yelp. Bolting upright, Isolde shoved the sweat-matter hair from her forehead and looked around. Where was she…oh god, she was in his bed? Not again.

She glanced down at her clothes, still on her body although highly disheveled,and uttered a sigh. There was a mirror on the other side of the room. Isa’s state could be considered treacherous. She really did look like she’d just tumbled down a mountain. Buttons unbuttons, skirt ridden up to the point of no return and hair knotted and wrapped in every which way. She looked like a commercial for the 1980s. What had she gotten herself into this time? Speaking of time…what time was it? Was it even morning. The room was dark, but she saw light peeking from behind the closed bedroom door. Had Frank slept out on the couch? Immediately Isolde felt guilt. She didn’t mean to force him out of his own bed.

 

A quiet night in – GS

 

Scene setting : Frank Malone’s apartment – Gantz Series.

co-written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The ride over in the taxi had Frank feeling a little heady. Was it the music or the scent of exotic spices? This cab driver’s wife must have been a good cook. Trying not to burst out laughing when the cabbie started to sing a long with one of the tracks playing on his radio, he instead placed his arm around Isa and whispered in her ear. “Only in New York.” You had to admit the whole thing was comical. The smell, the music, the cabbie’s lack of musical training. Least now Frank had an idea as to why the guy was driving cabs and not appearing in an off broad way musical. Finally, the ride was at an end as the cab pulled up in front of Frank’s apartment building. The guy did understand English after all. Paying the cab driver, Frank was handed a pamphlet for the cab driver’s wife’s restaurant. No wonder the cab smelt the way it did. He was carting spices in the boot.

“Ah…the Sitar Restaurant. Might have to try that. Thanks.” Frank got out of the cab on his side, only to race around and get Isa’s door. He offered his hand to help her out which he hoped she would take.

Any nervousness that Frank might have felt about bringing Isa up to his apartment was quickly quashed, since he couldn’t get over her smile and the way she handled the cab ride over like a pro. It was often cheaper to use the cabs than trying to find a parking space, which is why Frank favored them as much as he did.

Taking Isa up the three flights of stairs, they finally came to the front door of Frank’s apartment. He rummaged for his keys, before opening the door. The tell tale creak of the hinges showed that it could do well with a bit of oil. Frank dashed in and immediately started a vain effort to tidy a little. Picking up old pizza boxes and Chinese take out containers – hurrying to the bin. He was like a fiend in racing about. Clearly he wanted to impress Isa if he could. Soon, he came to a stop and then clapped his hands together. It was almost like he didn’t know what to offer her first. When she had been left at the door, she may well have seen his study that was where the [i]”wall of mystery”[/b] was. All the cases, Rory…pictures and reports all tacked up on a massive board that covered half the room.

No doubt she would have questions.

~RB~

 

Chor:  While Isa’s family was still adjusting to American life, her father began work in the city. The money he sent the girls from his job paid for the small three-year stint they spent in upstate New York. The place was lovely, quiet, and Isa’s mother often marveled that it was so alike Germany. Isa was too young to even remember, but she knew in her heart that – from the few visits she’d been granted to see her father in the city- that downstate is where she wanted to be. Upstate was nice, but the city was beautiful. It had colour, originality, and brought so much more brightness to Isa’s life. This cabbie was what brought Isa to this place, it was the reason she resigned herself to the city and sold her soul to the idea that she could make it better one body at a time.

“Indeed,” she agreed. Only in New York.

The restaurant’s pamphlet, printed on bright orange paper, make Isa’s stomach growl furiously. Grateful of the loud, overwhelming music, Isa waited as Frank rushed to the other side and allowed him to help her from the automobile. He was acting very strange, which made Isa’s brow raise at the behaviour. As they entered his apartment, nothing really caught her attention as being overly filthy or too out of order. It was the home of someone who didn’t have the time for the little things. Sweeping, dusting…eating, sleeping, you know? She shook her head as he moved around like a whirlwind. He didn’t have to, she was not judging him.

Something her eyes gazed upon removed her attention from all else. It was the study, where it was clear Frank was attempting to solve the very case that destroyed his life so wholly. She was unable to keep herself from it, as if it had reached its saddening tendrils out to her and pulled her in. When Frank would clap his hands at the end of his cleaning spree, she’d already be gone, poring over the files and pictures like it was her own place. She pulled herself away, then, thinking the situation a bit inappropriate. Shutting the door as she exited, Isa went to look for Frank.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank had stuck the Indian restaurant’s pamphlet to his fridge while Isa had been drawn into his study. It was only natural for her to take a peek, since everything that was pinned to the wall was to do with the case that had consumed Frank’s life. Quietly, Frank came up behind Isa as she was shutting the door to his study. She would find herself facing him as she turned to look for him.

“Probably best to let that all be tonight.” He referred to the wall of investigations. For a moment there was an awkward pause, as though Frank really wasn’t sure what to do next. But his body had a funny way of showing just what he needed. A pained growl was audible and he rubbed his stomach with a rising blush to his face. “I can’t remember the last time I ate. Can you?” Frank had probably consumed a couple of gallons of coffee to keep himself alert, but as for food, he couldn’t even think of what he had last. Remembering the pamphlet on the fridge, he made a gesture towards the kitchen. “I’ve got nothing in the fridge except for some frozen dinners and that shit isn’t fit for consumption. Say, how about I order some Indian from the restaurant the cabby recommended.” Frank dashed back into the kitchen and took the pamphlet off the fridge door.

“Couple of curries…a few naan. I’ve got beer.” His face now hopeful that Isa would take Frank up on the idea. “Got a few movies we could watch while we eat.” Frank clearly had not dined with a lady in a long time. He was as easy going as they came.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde felt embarrassment crawl about her skin as she turned right into Frank, nearly walking straight into him. She found herself nodding in agreement; they’d had about enough of that for the day. At the mere mention of food, Isa’s stomach replied for her, louder this time than in the cab, and she gave an almost guilty look.

“I can’t even count on my fingers the amount of days since the last time I really ate, ” she said shyly, feeling foolish about it. She could only imagine what he thought of her now as he truly realized the extent to which she was allowing herself to rot away. Isa always fed her cat, she always made sure everything was finished with bodies, always did her job to the fullest, but never found it of great import to nourish herself. Her bottom lip found itself between her right lateral incisors, biting gently.

Anything sounds good, really,” Isolde told him, not wanting him to worry about any special kind of food. She’s never been picky. At the mention of beer, Isa was the slightest bit conflicted. She wasn’t a drinker, for reasons she didn’t like to think about, but she felt safe with Frank. One wouldn’t hurt?

“Movies? Sounds good.

Truthfully, Isa has seen very few movies in her short life. As a child her family owned one movie which they watched repeatedly and in school she didn’t have time for the cinema. Now? Well, she has even less time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Then it was settled. A curry night with a movie or two. Both would probably fall asleep on the couch, but Frank really didn’t mind. This was the closest he had come to actually relaxing. What he didn’t realize was that he had turned off his phone, so Tommy’s message had gone to message bank. It would be some time before Frank bothered to check it. Taking the pamphlet down, he used his landline to call the number on the back, and leaned against the doorway to his kitchen as a lady with a strong Indian accent answered on the other end of the line.

“Could I order a number 4 mild, with extra cream and a number 16 medium. Oh and a couple of naan breads.” Frank gave the lady his address and was told the meal would be there within the hour. They must have been having a busy run. That was good enough for Frank, who didn’t mind waiting. He keenly wanted to change out of his suit into just jeans and a t’shirt so that he could truly relax. Hanging up the phone, Frank explained how long dinner would be. “We have an hour or so before the take out gets here. Why don’t you rummage through my movie collection, while I go get changed.” Offering a light smile, he strolled into his bedroom, leaving the door open slightly as he took off his shirt and tie, dumping them both in a hamper. On his back you could see a tattoo on his right shoulder of an eagle. It was well detailed and had been there for sometime. It must have had some meaning to him, and that in itself was another story. He was well built and you could see that he did work out, from the tone of his muscles. Frank then went into his closet and dug out some jeans and a black t’shirt, before getting changed, while Isa amused herself. By the time he was done, he came out looking like a completely different man. He even ran a comb through his hair. He was still a tad rough looking, but in a handsome way.

https://i0.wp.com/thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/dvd-movie-collection-21744723.jpg

His DVD collection had everything from thrillers, detective stories, supernatural and of course a stack on the Marvel comic superheroes. There was three book cases filled, and a great choice for Isa to choose from. Wandering into the kitchen, Frank took two beers out of the fridge, then walked back into the lounge, offering one to Isa.

“Found something you like?”

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  This very situation was odd. Isa had never really stayed the night at a man’s house, save it be for overnight cram sessions with her laboratory partners in med school. Now, she’d just met this man and she was wholeheartedly ready to stay the night; no questions asked. It was definitely a change in character for Isolde, who mostly kept to herself lest she be interacted with. As Frank talked over the phone to the take-out place, Isa watched him secretly. His entire demeanor had changed from the first time she’d seen him. She could not imagine them having this same conversation and this same situation happening several hours earlier.

“Uh, sure,” Isa replied to his suggestion before he mosied off to change. Oh god, how was she going to find a movie? Isa’s television experiences consisted mostly of documentaries or interesting lectures and she didn’t want to bore him straight to death. He had a serious collection going, which made things infinitely more difficult. What if she chose the movie he didn’t like? Or one he just watched? With a sigh, she settled on two that sounded pretty interesting. As she turned, her eye caught the open door, just glimpsing the tattoo resting on his toned scapula. With that image in her head, she spun herself around, wide-eyed like a scared doe, and returned to reading the back covers of the films.

As Frank emerged, Isa peeked around once more, now glad to see him clothed. She looked at his casual wear and felt undoubtedly over-dressed for the occasion. She hadn’t planned for this…impromptu hang-out session when she’d scoured her closet for the day. Her hand reached for the two wedding rings on a chain around her neck, as it was a nervous tick, only to find them blocked by her button up. Oh well.

“Ehm, I’ve got World War Z or Shutter Island?” she said, holding the two up to either sides of her clavicle and looking forward to him. It was his choice now, because she figured the odds were better in pleasing him if she picked two. After his choice, she took the beer with a light thanks and opened it, the top digging happily into her finger as she twisted it off.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Shutter island it is then.” Frank made the choice fairly quickly, as he had watched World War Z too many times to even count. Taking the DVD box, he went about removing the disc from the case and then walked over to the entertainment system, where he inserted the disc into the machine. At this point, he looked back at Isa and asked. “You sure you’re okay being here? I don’t want you to think I am like…trying to make moves or..” There it was. Frank was about as out of practice of how to act around a lady as she was about staying over at a man’s apartment. It was the first time Frank had spoken about just the moment, rather than the case, or Rory’s death. He stood awkwardly for a moment – pausing to let her say something. In behind him on the wall, was a picture of Frank with his small son on his shoulders. Happier times obviously. There was no pictures of a woman in Frank’s life. He had removed those when she walked out on him after Rory had died and their marriage fell apart.

Frank toyed with his beer can, having not even opened it yet. His mind was now going over everything and now he wanted to do the right thing by Isa. “If you wanna change, or freshen up, feel free to use my bathroom.” Was he falling over himself? He meant well, but you could tell now he was nervous. Dinner was yet to arrive. Maybe they needed an ice breaker.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa was a little glad that Frank chose the psychological thriller. She really would have picked the medical inconsistencies and pseudo-science in the other film to shreds. She was that kind, yes…

Frank’s question really caught her by surprise. She nodded almost fervently.

It’s fine, really. I think it’s better even,” she said, then thinking that too eager, added “…I mean if I go home I’ll just work.

An awkward silence. A sip of beer. Yes; good. At the mention of changing, Isa wished she had something. She resorted to just pulling off her jacket, which was a huge deal considering she would probably die in that lab coat. After doing so, she noticed her skirt had come up a bit to reveal one of the many symbols that ran all the way up her side from the outside of both thighs to just under where her armpit began. The skirt was swiftly pulled down to cover her and she made herself comfortable on the couch.

“I’m quite alright thanks.”   she said with a reassuring smile. He really needn’t fuss.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank may not have said anything, but his eyes, oh they could talk as they followed her skirt up her thigh when she had taken off her coat. Were they symbols on her legs. He even moved his head slightly to the right as though that might help him see better, but no sooner had her skirt risen up, Isa had caught onto the fact and then quickly smoothed it down into place. As she wriggled to get comfortable on the couch, she said she was alright with hanging out at his place after all. There was a tension there between them. Like two high school kids on a date, not knowing what to say or how to move forward. But just when Frank was going to say something about the markings on Isa’s legs, there was a knock at the door. That had to be dinner. “Just a sec.” Frank said; making his way to the door and opening it to see a young fresh faced Indian boy carrying a large bag. “You Malone?” Yeah, he had the right place. Frank took out a wad of notes and pressed them into the boy’s hand as he took the take out dinner bag from him. “Keep the change.” There was at least a ten dollar tip, and the young boy grinned. “Thanks, man.” Frank gave a little shrug before closing the door. It was the least he could do, since his apartment wasn’t exactly in the best neighborhood.

Walking back into the room, Frank got an idea. He motioned with his hand for Isa to get up and come to the kitchen. “Get it while it’s hot.” he called, as he placed the bag down on the bench and started to take out the curry box containers. The smell was a lot like the cab that they had ridden over in, but better. In his own element, Frank went to take out plates and cutlery, handing a plate to Isa as she came in. “There is enough for four people at least. You won’t go hungry.” This was said with a smile, as he opted for the Lamb korma with some jasmine rice. The other container had Butter chicken in a mild coconut and tomato sauce. In a paper bag was some garlic naan, that was easy to tear off and use for dipping.

Once Frank had helped himself, he headed back to the lounge room, where he cleared off magazines and his ashtray on the coffee table. It was casual dining at its best and Frank reached for the remote to start the movie. Isa would be able to hear the pre movie trailers starting on Frank’s sound system, which was fairly loud for the size of his apartment.

Frank picked up his beer and offered a toast, when Isa sat down.

“To Rory…” he paused so that Isa could add the name of someone she loved that had passed away.

 

~RB~