Dark Love Eternal – 1

 

H8:

 

Feeling someone slip beside her. Taking a long puff off her smoke, breathing out a billowing puff. Her deep blue eyes flickering to the man beside her. He was the most gorgeous man she had seen in awhile. He had to smirk at him. “Well you weren’t here to order for me, now was you.” Winking at him. Taking a sip of her drink. She noticed that even sitting down, he towered over her. That is something loved in vampire male. Not that she didn’t need someone to protect her. But she did fall for the tall dark, handsome and dangerous men. That had got her in trouble, but she did love her trouble. Made her life as a vampire more fun.

Her eyes following his long, gracful finger. Down to the man at the end of bar. The man did quiet mouth watering at this moment. Laughing some, “Oh now what is the fun in just a kiss?” Her eyes flicker back to the man. “My kiss of death would be a highlight for most.” When a vampire fed on a human. Their bodies fell into a state of pure ecstasy. They didn’t even know they were being drained of their sweet blood. Just the thought of his blood made her fangs ache. Knwoing that she needed to feed and soon or she would fall into blood lust. And that would draw attention she didn’t need right now. Sitting down her drink, “Are you wanting to watch?” Smiling at him, her peal white fangs showed. Seeing if this man was anything like her. Studying him with her eyes, her plump, Ruby red lips. Take another long pull on her smoke. The smoke filling out of her nose.

Pulling the smoke from her mouth, she places it in his mouth. “Watch and see me work.” She winks at him. Slidding off her stool, she picks up her glass downing the rest of the contents. Setting it back down on the bar, she walks gracefully along the bar, making her way down to the man. Placing her self behind him, as he leans over the bar. Drinking his sarrows away, like most do in bars. Placing her hands on either side of the man, she leans over him. Moving to his ear, his whispers softly in his ear. “You look so lonely here all by your self. Want some company?” Her lips brushing his ear. The man’s body tenses, as he looks over her shoulder at Bane. Bringing his drink to his mouth, taking a long pull. Bane’s glance over to Reese. Seeing if he was watching her. The man in a deep rough voice, a little shocked. “Sure.” He pats the seat beside him. Bane smiles and slips into the stool next to him. Her back pressed to the bar, she crosses her legs. The man looks her over. His eyes look on her fangs. His eyes go wide, “Wow those are some impressive fake fangs you got there. Best I have seen in awhile.” Bane laughs softly, her tongue running all along her aching fangs. “Oh I bet you haven’t seen any like these. I would stake my life on it.” He chuckles. Bane runs her fingers through her mane of red and black hair. Letting it fall around her shoulders.

The man watches her every move. He squirms in his seat, never have seen any woman like Bane. “So, what’s your name?” He asks. “Oh we won’t see each other after tonight. No reason to get into all that.” The man raised his eyebrow. She knew she got him thinking. She could hear his heart beat pick up. She did love her humans to have a hint a fear to their blood. It made them even sweeter. And she did love her sweets. Leaning to him, she softly brushes his lips with hers.he tasted of the alcohol he was drinking. Not that she really cared for it. He was a little shocked when her lips met his. She knew that she had him. Time to go for in the kill, as it were.

Slipping off her stool, taking his hand in hers. He followed without a second thought. Moving off his stool, Bane lead him through the crowds of people. Bane looking back at Reese, she smiled at him. Her eyes taking a light glow. Most would think it was just the lights of the club. Making their way to one of the dark corners. Their was a long couch, that lined the wall. Tables placed along the couch. Leading the man to the couch. She sits him down right beside her. He sets his drink down on one of the tables close to them. He leans and puts his arm around her. Bane didn’t care for humans to touch her. But she was so hungry, it didn’t matter at this point. Putting a smile on her face. He pulls her closer to him. Bane leans into kiss him. He kisses her back a little to deeply for her liking. That was her trigger, reaching up to his neck. She pulls his neck to the side. His pulse point beating like a deadly butterflies wings. Her aching fangs plunge into his neck. He tries to pull away from her. But she holds him in place. Pulling the sweet taste of his blood from his neck. Oh it tasted so sweet to her. Her dry body, absorbing the blood into her.

The man fell limp on the couch beside her. Almost draining him, his heart was weak. But he was still alive, just barley. Leaning from his neck, she licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. She could feel the man’s blood giving her strength. Her prealy white fangs now tinted red with his blood. She reaches over and takes sip from his drink. Crossing her legs as she relaxes next to the man. She was proud of her self, to say the least.

 

 

Razor:

 

Reese found this girl to be amusing in a playful sort of way. How she so easily bit onto what he was saying, and even going as far to call her kiss of death irresistible. Now there was an advertisement if ever he had heard one. But the way that she looked up at the easy target down the end of the bar, showed that she did indeed have a great hunger. How long had she gone without a decent feed, one would have to wonder. Why, this was of course a land of opportunity for creatures such as themselves. Reese wondered more about this goth child, who didn’t muck around when she made up her mind to go and enjoy a well earned night cap.

“Are you wanting to watch?” The girl asked, whilst she acted like some dragon lady from China town – smoke curling out from her nostrils in a show of flamboyance. Cocky little thing, Reese mused. Reese dramatically placed his hand upon his chest, with finger tips drawn in as though to illustrate the mock shock that she might consider him to be a voyeur to such heathen delights. His lips parted and he batted long lashes as though mortally offended.

“Do I look like the kind of guy who gets off on watching a drunk turned into a pop top?” The act soon dropped however, when Reese leaned in and then whispered in her ear. “Make it a show worth watching, love.” When he pulled back, he then gestured with his hand as if to say…after you. So that she could move past him freely, and go stake her night’s claim.

“Watch and see me work.” She not only threw down the gauntlet, but she placed her ciggy in between Reese’s lips. He casually removed it after taking a long drag, and tapped the ash into an ashtray as his eyes followed her to the other side of the bar, where the unsuspecting accountant was about to get…well, unlucky.

Watching from his end of the bar, Reese placed the cigarette behind his right ear, just pushing back some stray hair as he did so – which allowed him to pick up on the conversation going on. Smooth…oh so smooth. This girl was playing the guy as though he was a harp. Plucking at his strings, though he’d probably rather she went a bit further. Promises of a good time in a dark corner, were too good to resist and like a hapless puppy, he went after her When Bane shot a glance back at Reese that showed a look of triumph, the dark haired vampire simply raised a glass, that he had been handed by the barmen, who had leaned in to whisper something to Reese, that caused him only to nod in reply. Whether Bane knew it or not, the place was under surveillance, and if she did kill in her ritualistic feeding, then measures had been put in place to dispose of Mister Poor Unfortunate Fool.

Sipping his drink with a bemused expression, Reese continued to keep tabs with his exceptional hearing and range of sight. The rest of the club’s patrons were either too lost in their own drunken or drugged stupors, to care about some sad sack nobody who was to be Bane’s easy meal. The only part that was icky…was when the drunken accountant kissed Bane back hard. It was enough to make Reese cringe. Everyone enjoyed playing with their food, but not when their food tried to play with them. That was just a big…no no. Unless of course the food was wrapped in a pretty package.

By the time that Bane had finished the full five courses, and was looking right pleased with herself, the two door bouncers came up to the long couch and with a nod from the barman, they hoisted the unconscious man out from behind the table, and then dragged him out to the delivery entrance, where he would be set loose, once compelled. The usual story given – that he was given a roofie…and done up the ass by some pervert. Enough to make the accountant never want to return to the club on a bender. Worked every time.

When the lounge was cleared, Reese chose his moment and went to sit beside the now chuff looking Bane. He then ever so dramatically offered Bane a serviette.‘Missed a bit on your lip.” Suggesting that she was a little messy. He then offered her back the cigarette that she had given him earlier. “You look like you could use this too.” All said with a smirk on his face. That was Reese for you….not backward in being forward.

Dark Love Eternal.

A new creative writing collaborative with H8becomesyou.

Dark Love Eternal.

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Bane, lone vampire, in the big city of New York. She was on the run from the high elders, though she was a fighter. She couldn’t stand up to the elders. And that pissed her off. In the bigger city she would be able to fit in easy. To blend in with the other vampires that lived around here. But she was itching to have some fun. It had been to long since she had any real good fun. With running from the elders. Her body was tense and ready for the blood she craved.

The night was cold, though she couldn’t feel the cold like humans. Times Square was bustling with people. Bane could hear the rush of blood in the humans vains. Her mouth watered, her fangs elongated at the sound, poking her bottom lip. Pulling her hoodie down over her head. Most would think she was some goth chick. With the black leather pants, that gives her body. With the black leather halter top, that exposed her toned tummy, with a black diamond in her belly button. The lip rings helped with the goth opinion. They kept their distance from Bane.

Walking through Times Square, the lights flickered. Advertising all kinds of shows, products and movies. Along the sidewalk, she noticed a sign for a club. A goth club, great music and drinks. Club Night Shade, was where she would go and have her fun. Looking at the address, she pushed her way through the people. She was rather fast for human eyes to see. Most would just feel her push past them. None would see her. And she liked it that way. Her hoodie falling off her head as she made her.

Not taking her as long it would humans, to walk the 2 miles to the club. It was set off by it self. A hole in the wall by the looks of it. Two big, muslced men stood at the entrance to the club. She could feel the music hit her before she even got close to the club. The beat of the music pulsed into her body, it was electric. Her blood hummed with the fun that was about to be had. Walking up to the men, her long red and black hair flowing around her shoulders. Her deadly eyes, set on the men before her. Her voice low and seductive, “Hello boys, enjoying your night?” They looked down at her, they towered over her. That never bothered her at all. They smirked at her. “A tiny goth like you come for some fun in the club?” They shared a chuckle between each other. Bane ran her tongue along her fangs, “You could say so.” She laughed some. Seeing the flash of her fangs, they smiled. “Nice hardware.” The opened the door of her. “Thank you boys.” She walks passed them into the club.

The music was loud and bumping. Looking around the club, dark lights fit the mood. People dancing on the dance floor. So close together no one could get through if they wanted to. The club was bigger then one think, from the outside. Looking to take up about two full plots. There was sets dotted around in the dark shadows. No telling what hide in those corners, more vampires likely. She could feel them in the room, among the humans. The bar off to the right, lined one whole wall. Humans dressed as goth’s, she had to laugh to her self at that.

Down with the sickness was blaring. One of her favorite songs, it fit her so well. She makes her through the people. Slipping off her hoodie, she put it on a chair. Not caring if someone took it, she had others. Her high heels, clicked on the soild black marble floor. This is her kind of club. Passing a human she slipped the smoke from his mouth. His mouth dropped at her, but he was staring at her, he was speechless. Bringing the smoke to her mouth, she winks at him in thanks. As she made her way to the bad, slipping onto a stool, ordering a vodka on the rocks. The bartender slides it down to her. She sips her drink, watching and finding a good human to use to feed.

 

Razor:

 

 

New York – a city that never sleeps. This is true, for most. In fact it is during the night hours that there is the most life…and death. A city to millions that walked the streets blissfully unaware of the dark underbelly that lay beneath their very feet. Or were they walking alongside them? That shadowy figure that is just out of eye shot. You feel like, you are being watched, and then when you go to look there is no body there. Ghouls, and ghosts are all part of children’s stories, right? The dead don’t rise to feed on the living. All Hocus Pocus designed to either frighten us to follow strict moral codes, or…to some to entertain. But not all is teen fiction. As easy as it is for the criminal lords to run establishments to profit on the less fortunate, so to do some of the cities Vampire lords. Night clubs are the kinds of places where the unsuspecting come to drink and dance the night away – unawares that there are those, that don’t want what comes in a bottle, but what happens to be sitting on the bar stool itself. A haunt famous amongst many of those that hunt after dark is none other than Club Night Shade. Where the more eccentric club goers mix with sinners that have murderous intent. Why rob a blood bank, when your next meal is dying to dance with you?

Standing under the light of a flickering adult store shop sign, Reese had been waiting. You could say that he was perusing the night’s fare, and boy was he in for a treat or two. The girls traveled in packs for protection, but it was all too easy to ply them away and corner one indiscreetly – without drawing too much attention to yourself. Through the crowd though there was a figure that moved at a much faster pace than the ordinary club goer, in fact it was this speed that seized Reese’s attention and had him follow her movement up to the bouncers that stood in the entrance. With Reese’s exceptional hearing, he listened in casually to what was said. But the line that truly made him grin maliciously, was that this girl was packing some nice hardware. Pushing himself off the shop window with his boot, he swaggered on after the hooded girl, simply nodding to the two bouncers, who already knew who Reese was. No ID checks for this guy.

The music was pumping hard and already the dance floor was packed with sweat covered bodies. Many would already be fueled by drink, some by more illicit substances. To Reese it was a seething mass of humanity, just waiting to be plucked and enjoyed. Standing at one of the railings, he could survey the crowd at his leisure. Like a hawk, that was spotting the weakest and the easiest mark. It was all part of the hunt. A glint could be seen as his elongated fangs were already protruding, but he then turned his head to see Hoody approach the bar, after having stolen a cigarette right from the lips of some unsuspecting bloke. He turned into a tuna, mouth agape like a dying fish. This girl had style, he had to admit it.

Heading down the stairs, and making his way over to the bar, he nodded to the barman but instead of straddling a stool, he turned to lean his back against the bar and then looked at the girl who had just been served a drink.

Reese smacked his lips, before saying casually. “Bourbon helps with the cravings better. Everyone knows that vodka is for pussies.”

The statuesque vampire, who had his hair kept rather untidily into a ponytail of sorts, then sniffed loudly before he then pointed to what looked to be a drunken accountant, who was taking up space at the end of the bar. He was so out of place in a club like this, but Reese already had worked out the profile and by the size…approximate weight, he was a pretty decent feed. “Bet you wouldn’t even have to compel the sad sack…a kiss from you would probably be the highlight of his year.” Reese found humor in his own words, and shrugged his shoulders. To him, the girl looked half starved. If she needed an easy feed, nothing would beat the bloke Reese pointed out.

Finding common ground – BC.

Scene setting : The Peach Cafe – Blood City.

co-written with Temp and Gene.

 

Temp:  Selina was actually quite fond of physical touch, or at least she felt like she was. This was likely something from her true self leaking over. The magic and abilities she possessed were very much reliant on touch more so than feeling. There were a great deal of things she could do to this man now that his hand was in hers, but she refused to do such a thing. This man was offering her a kindness previously unknown to her since her awakening. In truth, the emotions and thoughts of her true self bleeding over were quite frustrating.

Thankfully, she now had something to distract herself with in the form of Joel and a Miss Blackbane. The girls last name was actually extremely interesting for some reason. It felt familiar in some way, though she couldn’t quite place why. Regardless, there was now an introduction between them all, but they still didn’t know her name. As soon as she sat down she looked back and forth between the two curiously. Surely there would be now harm in sharing her full name to them. It was unlikely they’d know anything about her. “Mine name is Selina Shamandalie, ’tis a pleasure to meet thou.” She offered them both a slight bow of her head, and rested her eyes upon Joel upon hearing his request. “Nay, but I appreciate thy tender.” There was one thing that was surprising though. Joel seemed to think she was near the same age as Miss Blackbane. This was actually quite false. Even though she was very confused and alone, she knew that telling a human she was centuries old wouldn’t blow over so well. For now she would have to just go with his assumption of her youth.

 

Gene:  

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However long had gone by until Joel and Selina came to the booth was unknown by Ava; she had been too busy pondering on the current state of affairs. Though, the moment the two came over, Ava returned to reality and looked to them both. With Joel and Selina standing side by side, Selina’s height was really eemphasized she was small, very small and perhaps it was her height which gave Ava the impression of her being a young girl. Though, her mannerisms and the way she spoke told a whole other story. As Joel introduced herself, for her, Ava smiled.

“Please, call me Ava,” She added. As for Joel’s comment about them being around about the same age, based on her appearance Ava would say she was a few years younger. She decided not to mention it; Ava hadn’t realised Joel was trying to establish a common ground. Ava did want to ask Selina for her age, but it might have come off as an inappropriate question, so once again she kept her mouth shut.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Selina,” Her surname was one Ava would expect in a history book.

Ava had no idea what to say. There were times when she was socially awkward around those her own age, however this time it was due to Selina’s attire and the way she spoke. How could someone pretend it was normal? Nevertheless, Ava decided she might as well try. It was clear that Joel was a few steps ahead, of Ava, when it came to accepting the girl and her differences.

“So, where do you come from?” She asked. Moments after asking the question, Ava realised that maybe she shouldn’t have asked the question. She had posed it in such a way that it’d make it clear Ava didn’t think she came from around here. Was it rude? No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

Her eyes flitted around the room. People were looking at them. Usually, people would only look at her because of who she was. Now, they were looking at her because of who she was with. Everyone was having their own conversation, though it was obvious which conversations were regarding Selina; they’d occasionally glance over as they spoke. Out of the corner of her eye, Ava saw a flash. She scanned the room for whoever it was, and saw someone – a male young adult to be precise. Had he taken a picture? If the picture was put on social media, then someone would recognise Ava. It’s not like she minded being seen with someone like Selina, however it was the fact she’d be seen in the Inner City. Her parents never liked it when she came here, especially on her own.

“Maybe we should go somewhere less,” She hesitated, thinking of the right word to use, “Crowded,”

 

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Joel took the girl’s rejection of the offer of more food well; shrugging softly as it was no big deal. The young girl was so polite, and the way she kept up with the use of words from another era was impressive. But the more she spoke, the more that Joel realized that the girl was not from this place, and now he questioned if she even knew where she was. Her name was Selina Shamandalie, a pretty name by all accounts. The teacher had not come across that name before, and he glanced toward Ava to see if there was a look of recognition upon her face. Sadly, there was no way to tell, what Ava was thinking. She kept her replies light and curt – as though she didn’t know quite what to say. No wonder this girl was alone. She was seriously lacking in social skills.

“So, where do you come from?”

Joel watched on silently for a moment, to see what Selina would say. He was curious too, but then his eyes narrowed as he thought of a question of his own. “You should not be asking her where she is from….but rather…when, Miss Blackbane.”

The young teacher was staring at the delicate embroidery on the girl’s attire, and knew that there was no way that had been made by a seamstress of the modern age. All of it was hand stitched. The kind of clothing you would see in a museum display. Joel’s face lifted slightly and he again turned on the charm.

“This really isn’t the place to discuss such delicate matters. The walls have ears, along with some very nosy patrons.” He was right of course, since all eyes WERE on the trio. There was a sudden flash, like you would get from a smart phone or camera, and the young teacher growled under his breath. What ever happened to privacy? Joel’s patience was now at an end. Ava had already suggested that they go somewhere less crowded, and he couldn’t agree more.

“I think the best place to go would be the library.” Signalling to Ava to gather her things. “If that is alright with you, Miss Shamandalie.”

Joel stepped back and made for a clear path towards the exit.

 

~RB~

 

 

The Party Begins – SS.

Scene setting : The Masquerade Ball of Greed.

co-written with Moo, Temp, Zetta, Nhal & Dessy.

 

Moo:  Being that Gabriel was in no rush to make an appearance at the ball, she had taken Cecil to get fitted for costumes only a few hours beforehand. She wasn’t picky in the least; her outfit consisted of black material lined in red. The color did bring out her eyes, after all; a prominent feature behind the black metallic mask she wore, detailed with red…simple lines in the design to match the outfit. Of course it would be up to her date what he would wear. As soon as they were ready, they had a carriage ready, traveling an elegant manner even for the princess of wrath.

Exiting the carriage after a line of others, she began buttoning her tux. These things were actually pretty damn weird. With all the parts required to wear, she’d been completely irritated in the fitting. Wearing a dress would have been much easier. A hand ran over her hair while she carefully avoided moving the mask. “Shall we?” Gabriel took his arm as if she were still a woman and began to pace toward the grand castle. “Looks like Greed will still live up to its name,” she commented more to herself in an annoyed tone. Honestly, it would take a first class act while she roamed that ball room. Though, finding Lydia would be her first priority…as Mammon was the one to curse her with a cock. Crimson hues wandered over the guards outside the door, and getting a glimpse of the very overdone interior. Nothing worth her appraisal, however, as it was not in her tastes. Of course, guests were already filling the room with chatter and laughter; music played and some even began to dance.

“As much as I hate to be one of the first to arrive,” Gabriel muttered. “One needs to make a good impression with the new Princess.” It was an excuse really, as the invitation said the ball would start quite some time ago. Apparently it was a fad to be fashionably late. She gave a tug to her vest, securing it under her jacket before situating one hand over a cane, appearing in a brush of Hell-Fire. She gripped the skull at the top; the entire cane itself was made of special steel, and she would be able to manipulate it on a dime–a bit of preparation, if you will. The other took Cecil’s arm as she leaned closer. Her voice had quieted quite a bit while they neared the doors. “Trust no one.” A simple command before she offered a rather brilliant smile to onlooking guards and guests alike. Not many were worth noting, as none of the other princes seemed to have arrive yet. Nobles were the least of her worries, though she did enjoy fantasizing about the decor being…red…with their help. Hopefully her rather demented grin didn’t startle anyone looking their way as the walked around the dance floor. All the while, her gaze would overlook everyone, awaiting the Princess of Greed’s appearance…not knowing what the woman looked like, she would have to rely on the gut feeling that the woman would want attention placed on herself in a rather grand entrance. The thought was enough to have Gabriel’s eyes roll.

[Mask // Reminder: Gabriel is male, I just use female pronouns.]

 

Temp:  
William walked along with the more ‘normal’ crowd that was on the way to the Masquerade Ball in the Kingdom of Greed. His outfit was a rather elaborate cloak that covered his entire body, while his face as hidden behind a full face mask. A hood covered the rest of his head. This outfit was a bit more noticeable compared to some other guests, but there were still a few that wore something similar. The only difference between them and him was that he was not supposed to be here at all, and he was in no way one of them. A holy aura normally would be radiating from him, due to the relics he wore and him being part angel. However, this was something that was being suppressed by an amulet that he had acquired. To those around him he would give off the rather generic and normal demonic aura, which would make him blend right in. He walked along with the crowd until he entered the main building, immediately scanning the area for targets. There were quite a few powerful demons present, as well as several of his key targets. The only reason he was here was to assassinate certain individuals, nothing more. For now he would blend in with other guests and do nothing to draw attention to himself. William began mingling and greeting other guests, using a fake name and identity.

 

Zetta:  Fitted down to the toes, where he had gotten socks to fit his changing abilities and stretch according to his movements. His shoes were originally shining with proper sheen, but now they were dulling in a jet-black color from how many times the tailor had to clean off blood stains from when he would improperly punt-kick someone across their face for first removing his boots. It was not until Gabriel came into the room herself and ordered that he calm down so that she would not completely miss the event here. The Royal guard then did just as asked and once that happened he was then out right along with her, dressed appropriately without a fight even as they removed his hood. Replacing it with a red dress shirt, black vest, thinned overcoat, along with nice pants to match. Fine suited, despite belonging to a Kingdom paved with blood and rampages, and more so that these were on the body of a humanoid monster.. An established wreck.. To conceal his weapon he swallowed his sword and parted his heart and lungs to comfortably fit the blade. He was unable to bend far in any direction because of this, but there would only be slow dances, fanciful swings at best. And he could quickly dig in his own belly to retrieve it, while no one would be able to identify it. He would need it to protect the Lady if anything were to happen here, in case his own strength failed to another.

He was taken by the arm by his apparent date, restraining a blush to keep himself steady while she lead him to the entrance of the large Kingdom of Greed. They were right out of a carriage straight to the insides, Gabriel wasted no time in attaching herself thankfully. While his preference went to her original form, the man was taking short breaths to maintain his excitement from not only being so close but for being her first choice to come along with her. There were likely many other reasons for her choosing him besides his strength, but none of which made it to his second thoughts. He only paid attention to the reality she had set for him, having shown him so much steady attention and trust to present the Kingdom of Wrath right with her. Their every step was similar and when they would arrive they would make the most perfect gay couple, for any unaware that this was the princess and her guard making their appearance. Cecil moved forward in a practiced strut with her, after listening to her words he closed his eyes, “My faith is unwavering in only you, princess..” He replied before locking off his vocals, he would be her follower still, even as a date, moving to her accordance with induced heightened emotions.

 

Dessy:  The music had already started playing, Mariela having watched the band set up. She hummed softly to the beat of the music, still waiting for Scar by the door. She didn’t know when Lydia would get here, but knowing her she’d want to make a grand entrance to draw attention to herself. That’s just how Lydia was. She, of course, didn’t see Scar appear behind her, until she heard him whispering in her ear, causing her to turn around. “I thought you were never going to show up.” she said, watching him down the champagne. She took the mask and put it on, making sure it fit correctly. She then examined Scar, from his hat, to his mask, and his tux. She had to admit, the Alp was handsome, but Mariela knew the truth about Scar. Others may not know about him – but Mariela certainly did.

 

Scar took her hand and kissed it, and Mariela gave a small curtsy when he did so. She took the Alp’s arm, turning her head as people began walking in. She looked at Scar at his comment, tilting her head. “What makes you think something’s going to happen?” she whispered back, turning her attention forward as they began walking. She was glad the Alp had her back, but Scar’s comment made her worry that something was going to go down tonight – especially with that cheeky grin he had. He put a finger to his lips, and Mariela simply gave a nod of her head.

 

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Belphegor’s ghost like form whisped into the room slowly as he looked around at his surroundings, observing the already present participants of the ball. “Not many have shown… I suppose that I arrived a little early.” a light yawn escaped his mouth-less being as he floated along the edges of the room, finding a small silent corner. He hovered absently as he laced his fingers together and watched, the glow in his single blue eye lightly fading, suggesting that it was now most likely closed. Listening to the sound of footsteps and the playing of music, constantly remaining aware of his surroundings. “At least the music isn’t terrible…

 

Moo:  Kirsikka’s dull blue eyes lined the walls behind her rather elegant mask, made up of her own frost with ice crystals. It appeared near-white, the ice reflecting lights so that it appeared to be decorated with diamonds. Much the same, her white gown decorated itself in frost patterns, similar to that of white lace, and studded in places with more ice crystal beads. The bust was a simple corset, being a strapless gown, instead having the frost continue up her bare skin and neck, while the bottom of her dress were more or less the basic frilly skirts one would expect to see at a ball. None would really see the bare feet under her skirts, but if they looked close enough, they might see the remnants of frost leaving the floor where she previously stepped.

 

Unlike Sloth, she had to enter the ballroom normally. Observant as per usual, she was capable enough to find him moving to a rather silent corner. Despite the ever warming room with the mass of bodies, her frost did not melt while she moved through the crowds of nobles and royals standing in their own cliques or dancing about the floor. Needless to say, it took a matter of minutes before she was standing beside her Lord. “Good evening,” she greeted, as if they hadn’t spoken previously. “Looking as well as ever.” Even through her tone, it could be perceived as a joke, as her Lord was nothing but a ghost at this point. Kirsikka stood silently while her hands clasped together, running her fingers over a small object she’d been carrying while she observed the crowd. Already, she could see a few people of interest…but those were the last of her worries. Blue hues roamed past their faces, looking instead at her surroundings. No armor here, but perhaps it would be past one of the doors lining the room. Her lips pressed together while considering when an opportune moment might arrive so she could easily go unnoticed.

[Mask Ref // Dress Ref]

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball.

~The center of the Labrinyth~

The black raven cawed loudly whilst perched a top a stone statue that was situated within the maze. To it’s right stood a tall ornate mirror – the kind you would find in the chambers of a King. The frame decorated with strange creatures and markings that were hard to decipher. Approaching the center of the maze came a woman in a fine red gown, her long black tresses tumbling down her back in a wave of curls. Wearing a black lace mask to cover much of her face, the alabaster skinned woman giggled softly as her light footsteps click clacked along the stone path. As she came to face the mirror, the woman admired herself in the reflection, whilst the raven flew down and sat on top of the mirror. Blood red eyes scanned the reflection within, which started to move in a different way to the woman standing in the center of the maze. The raven cawed twice before ruffling it’s feathers, then making a bow before the lady before him.

 

“I look wonderful.”

“Yes, we do.” The reflection replied, before the woman pawed at herself in the mirror. “Oh you.” Both women laughed as the raven took flight towards the Kingdom of Greed Castle, where the ball was now underway. Grinning, the woman blew a kiss towards herself, before turning away and skipping back up the maze before disappearing into a fine black mist and floating up towards the castle, in the same direction as the raven.

The woman in the mirror continued to laugh as she had not moved from her place in the mirror.

“Oh what a tangled web we weave…..Lydia.” The image in the mirror then vanishing from sight, the mirror now reflecting the garden maze in which it stood.

~The Grand Ballroom~

Upon the top of the stairs, Lydia finally showed herself. Dressed in a rich blood red gown that was floor length, and had a tight fitting lace bodice, that showed off her feminine curves and ample bosom. Her black lace mask was firmly in place, and with painted red lips, her smile was unmistakable. Though she appeared to have no partner for the evening, a black raven flew in from the grounds, and then swooped up to land on the terrace rail beside her. Lydia’s eyes darted towards her feathered friend, who morphed into that of a tuxedo wearing tall man, with slicked back hair. Eyes of pure black and he was also wearing a mask. His skin though was practically white compared to Lydia’s. He offered her his hand, and together they started down the stairs. Lydia whispered to her companion. “And to think….we were all at war days ago. Just goes to show, nobody can resist a good party.” She giggled as she looked down to see those already in attendance, namely Scar and Mariela. Such a pair. They really were suited.

The music being played was a waltz and this made Lydia feel light on her feet. She nodded politely to the gentry as they passed and then her eyes swept across the room, to notice the handsome gentlemen that had arrived together. Could it be…..Gabriel and her…her…uhm date… Lydia tried to hide her reaction to seeing the masculine Gabriel. Mammon really knew his stuff, for the curse had worked a treat.

Lydia paused to take a glass of champagne from one of the roving drinks servants, and brought it to her lips, sipping as she continued to pan the room for other notable guests. Ah yes, the Prince of Sloth. Finally decided to emerge from that crypt like cathedral of his. Lydia had to wonder just what the Prince had to say about their being a change from Princes to Princesses of hell. In fact, it was bound to be the talking point of the ball.

Scar kept close to Mariela, as he watched their Mistress make her entrance. When he saw the raven that turned into her partner for the evening he rolled his eyes. “Oh look. She brought a feather duster.” Was he miffed about being cast aside for the Raven? Not really, he was far happier to be Mariela’s partner. Mariela, the young witch had been concerned about the alp’s words earlier however. How something may well happen at the ball. To allay her fears, he brightened and said. “With Lydia gracing everyone with her presence…..something is BOUND to happen. Mind you, she might get miffed when all the good looking chaps keep asking you to dance.” The Alp having a way with words in how to charm the sweet witch. He released her arm for a moment, and then bowed. “So long as I have the first dance, M’lady.” Scar offered his hand to escort Mariela to the dance floor.

 

 

~RB~

The House of Red Velvet – SS.

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Scene setting:  The House of Red Velvet – Lust Kingdom.

co-written with Temp & Moo.

Razorbackwriter:  It did not take long for the Warlock to return to his House of Red Velvet. With the Anarchy Division now in employ to seek out, capture and collar the elusive Bandit, he now felt more relaxed than he had in a day. Striding up the cobblestone path that would lead to a pair of ornately carved wooden doors, he struck the door with the tip of his Staff, only to have it open by magic. Raul’s face was still lacking emotion. He found weakness in those that displayed it, and often they only did so in order to get pity or attention.

Inside you could hear the sultry refrain of the band playing in the main auditorium. A show room where burlesque dancers entertained gentlemen or ladies that had come to enjoy the delights of some of the Red Velvet’s young colts. That is what Raul refereed to them as. Shiny eyed, skin tight and strong. Able to take a beating. On stage, one of the night’s class acts was doing a routine, with a large set of ostrich feather fans. Wowing the gathered crowd with her sensual moves. So titillating that some men were hardly able to sit still in their seats.

In a Kingdom like Lust, this was one place you were assured that even your darkest fantasy was to come to life. At …a price.

The Warlock strolled up to the bar, and gestured to the faithful barman to bring him his usual. The barman was dressed in a black suit, with bow tie of blood red. A single red rose in his lapel. He never missed a trick. Listening in on conversations by the many guests that graced the halls. Nothing got past him. The more drinks he poured, the looser the tongues of the unwary would become. A bevy of information, ripe for the picking and to be used of course for the most despicable means.

The drink for the night. Absinthe; the Green Fairy.

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~RB~

Razorbackwriter:  

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There was already many vehicles, coaches and motorcycles pulled up out the front of the House of Red Velvet. A true hot spot in hell for all your wicked fantasies, entertainment and of course the fine dining. Helping each of the girls from the roadster, and giving Igor a good kick a long, the four would enter the doors which were held open by two large bare chested guards, with glistening skin and bald heads. Skin the colour of chocolate, they were intimidating – enough to make Igor squeak before shuffling off inside.

Awaiting the four was a room full to the brim with well dressed gentlemen and ladies of the night. The dancers known simply as Raul’s diamond dogs were already teasing and dancing with some of the more wealthy men that had come in well before. Most were drinking Absinthe and many were already under the green fairy’s spell. Whooping and singing on the tops of their voices to the tunes of old. A macabre and yet fast paced song was playing, till Raul himself emerged from behind the red velvet curtain and raised his hands to the crowd;

RAUL
If life’s an awful bore,
And living’s just a chore
That you do ’cause death’s not much fun

I’ve just the antedote,
And though I mustn’t gloat,
And the Red Velvet you’ll have fun!

So scratch that little neggle
Give a little wiggle
You know that you can
Because we

Can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!
We feel stupid
And contagious!

RAUL
Got some dark desire?
Like to play with fire?
Why not let it rip?
Live a little bit!

We can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

Outside it may be raining
But in here it’s entertaining!

If you like, like, like
To be free, free, free,
The Red Velvet is the place to be!

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Because we can Can-can!
Yes we can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!

RAUL
Outside things may be tragic!
But in here we’re feeling magic!

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Seated at a table by one of the more voluptuous of the dancers, Igor was aghast at the bevy of female flesh.

“So many….oh..myy.”

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne and the others had arrived at the House of Red Velvet shortly after leaving the lab. They had just been successful in completing a very complex experiment, and were here to celebrate. It seemed that there were a lot of other people that were here for the same reason, or at least a similar one. There were lights, music, dancing, singing, women, men, and that was just what you could see with your own eyes. Surely there were more ‘private’ areas where one or more could entertain in a different way. She wasn’t sure where to start or what even to do, so she hobbled along closely with the Doctor. Eventually they were all led to a table and were then seated. Igor actually seemed a tad interested in all the females, or perhaps it was intimidation of sorts. Roxanne couldn’t help but do a semi-dance in her seat, following the rhythm of the music still going on around them.

Moo:  Narcissa had been eager through the duration the little family spent in the car, practically hopping in her seat. To actually have come up to the doors of the club was amazing, and gave her the idea only something so cool would need guards so intimidating! She drew enough attention to herself while she stood close to one, looking him over with interest. Her mouth was agape as she was eventually pushed along by incoming lines of people, only to have it fall open completely. The monster’s eyes widened while she looked about herself in a sort of fritz.
“Amazing!” Narcissa exclaimed. “Doctor, this place is amazing!!” She practically danced to the beat heard around her while the group walked along to their table. And much like Roxanne, she would dance in her seat, a grin plastered from ear to ear. The music, the colors, the vibe this place gave– It was such a cool atmosphere! She hummed happily next to Igor, who seemed to be taken aback by so many women in one room. This caused the monster to giggle before she wrapped him up by his neck in her arm. “Silly Igor! Enjoy the view!”

Razorbackwriter:  No sooner were they seated, that an ensemble of waiters descended on the four, whipping out napkins, and pouring water into crystal glasses. Another brought around menus and handed out one to each as the dance floor was alive with the many dancers and suited men. There was a completely festive atmosphere and though this was not normally a place to find the Doctor, he fitted in well as he raised a monocle to his right eye and started to read the menu. There was of course the chef special, but since this was a very special occasion, the Doctor planned for all to eat till they were thoroughly stuffed.

“Ladies…and Igor. Order anything you want. There is an all you can eat buffet as well. Do ho ho ho. The best in all hell.” The doctor chimed, as he gave his order to a nearby waiter. “I’ll have the soup, followed by Beef bourguignon….and of course those little bread sticks.” The Doctor snapped shut his menu, and handed it to the waiter, who was asking for the ladies orders.

Igor had never dined anywhere like this…and when asked what he would like, the humpback asked; “Do you have philly hot pockets?” Not exactly the sort of thing you ask for in a top restaurant. The waiter murred a moment, as Igor struggled to get out of Narcissa’s neck hold. He couldn’t possibly eat like this.

~RB~

Disappear – GS.

 

Scene setting : Big Joe’s Pizzeria

co-written with Chor.

 

Chor:   Isa was viciously reminded of her utter starvation the second her foot crossed the threshold. The wind displacement sent a breeze of warm, doughy scent straight to her nostrils and she fought the urge to order and purchase every slice of pizza in the joint. The odd looks she received snapped her mostly out of it and she seated herself in a secluded corner table. Isa had a very unorthodox style about her. She didn’t consider herself beautiful, product of a long, relationship-less life and years of emotional abuse, but she was charming and lovely in a way that drew you to her. If she bothered to eat now and again, she might fill out and stop looking like a corpse herself.

Style wasn’t really in her strong suits; the mess of clothes she called her wardrobe were not of the conventional sort. She wore things for the simple fact that she had to. Another thing that could put her off to people is her tattoos. Now, in an age where mainstream society is basically past the whole ‘tattoos are bad’ idea, her inkings are still a bit much. She’s riddled with symbols, a strange language no one can understand; not even her. It’s not obvious unless she’s in a tank top, but they cover much of her arms as well as her back. Today, though, Isa actually looked presentable. Hair braided loosely until it rested in a ponytail just past her clavicle, a black blouse and a black pencil skirt to match with comfortable flats.

Can I get ‘ya anything, love?” a pleasant-looking woman inquired of Isa. With a shake of her head, Isa dismissed the offer of food. She had to focus, despite her stomach violently grumbling in protest. The woman shook her head, having heard the noise, and stepped away muttering ‘damn shame’. Did she think Isa to have an eating disorder. Do I have an eating disorder? Sighing, Isa pushed these troublesome thoughts from her mind and awaited Frank’s appearance.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Having rushed back to his apartment to have a quick shower and change into a fresh suit, Frank took a cab to the Pizzeria rather than take his own car. It would be easier to lose anyone following him if he was in a non descript taxi than a car that would be recognizable. The yellow cab pulled up at the curb, and the asian driver sung out that Frank owed twelve dollars for the fare. The cost of everything seemed to have skyrocketed of late and Frank fumbled about in his coat to find the right change. Handing over the cash, Frank got out of the cab and slammed the door, before looking up and down the street for sign of Isa. He couldn’t see her in amongst the crowd and decided to head inside and wait for her.

No one could be more surprised than Big Joe, to see Frank coming back into the Pizza shop so soon. He came out from behind the counter, and tossed his checkered tea towel over his shoulder.“Franka….whata you doin’s backa here?” It was not that Big Joe didn’t want to see Frank, he just figured he would be at work. Frank slapped Big Joe’s arm in a friendly manner and then gestured to a booth at the back. “Would you believe your pizza is simply too good to stay away from?’

This brought a loud laugh from Big Joe. “Ha you fulla tha bullshit.” Both men had a good chuckle as they both took a seat. Big Joe had his teen son working out back and Joe had a few moments to spare. “Where is Tommy boy, eh?” Joe asked, now curious as to what Frank was up to. He hadn’t ordered anything yet and seemed a touch flustered. Like he was looking out for someone. “Tommy’s back at his office. I’d say he has a deadline to meet.”

Joe nodded slowly and then said. “Uh huh.”

Both men sat in silence for a moment and then Big Joe smiled brightly. “You still looka like shit. I get you a coffee.”Always hospitable. That was Big Joe.

“Thanks, Joe.”

Left on his own in the booth, he drummed his fingers on the table, looking towards the door….waiting for Isa.

~RB~

 

Chor:  It was not long until the door opened once more and through it came a very fresh-looking Frank Malone. He looked good all cleaned up, healthier than when she last saw him. Isa wondered if that’s how people thought of her…

He had not noticed her yet and she stood and, as he seated himself, ventured over. Settling herself across from him, Isa leaned back in her seat. The urgency of the situation still held in her demeanor, but in this place she felt about forty-seven percent safer than the station. Shortly after her arrival at the table, a cup of coffee also joined them. She stared at it and then up at the woman who’d asked for her order earlier. The girl gave her another once-over before stepping away to attend to the rest of the building’s patrons. Isa’s attention returned completely to Frank, then.

“How are you doing?” she asked, then thinking better of it. Stress, she could see, exuded from him like cologne. She, though, was not bothered by it; it’s almost charming when you wear the same, tense scent. Her left hand opened, like a cage door squeaking after being closed for a thousand year, and the flash drive fell out of it and onto the table in his direction. One blink. Two.

“This is the ballistics report. I haven’t been able to do an autopsy yet, but the findings will be the same. As long as we have this, it can’t be disputed. Bracks is probably having a conniption at the moment, trying to find a way to make it disappear…” She spoke, licking her lips afterward. Bracks was good at making things disappear.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The clatter of the coffee cup being placed on the table broke the silence as Isa sat down at Frank’s booth. He’d been watching the door and hadn’t bothered to check the restaurant for Isa. She must have been there before him. Was he slipping not to notice her right away? Thankfully clean shaven, Frank didn’t feel like a total scrub sitting there. In fact, he was wearing his best suit. He wasn’t planning to go back into work that day…..no he had other plans. In a way, Frank was pleased to see Isa, and in another he wasn’t. Guilt was now weighing heavily upon him, and this would probably be the last time they would meet, though he was not about to let her onto that…not yet. “How are you doing?” Sweet girl. Frank thought. Caring about a bloke like him. He was honest in his answer.“Seen better days.” The answer was short and too the point. He wasn’t about to get into some long winded speech. The time for talking long gone. Frank was a marked man and he knew it. Seeing the flash drive fall out onto the table had Frank stare at it for a moment, before raising his gaze up to Isa’s.

“This is the ballistics report. I haven’t been able to do an autopsy yet, but the findings will be the same. As long as we have this, it can’t be disputed. Bracks is probably having a conniption at the moment, trying to find a way to make it disappear…”

That one word. Disappear. A word to describe the past….the present and the not to distant future. Frank pursed his lips as he heard that Bracks was probably working on a way to make it…the report, disappear. The detective let out a long sigh before reaching across the table and slowly dragging the flash drive up into his hand – closing his fingers around it. It was a brave thing the girl was doing to hand him the report in a flash drive. All things considered. Frank turned his wrist and opened his fingers slightly enough to look at the flash drive, before then closing them again and stuffing the evidence into his pocket. In a way, it was his life insurance policy. Frank had forgotten all about the coffee cup that was sitting before him. He appeared distracted, like his mind was playing out what he had to do and yet he remained perfectly still. It took a moment for him to speak, as though this was the hardest thing he ever had to say.

“You’re a great gal for doing this, Isa. But…now I want you to forget about me. I’m going to do the same thing that report is going to do, till such time as I have enough evidence to take THEM all down. There is no point being a just man in a crooked police force. “

Frank took out a twenty dollar bill and placed on the table. He had still yet to touch his coffee. Frank offered Isa a warm smile…a smile of goodbye.

Standing, he said simply. “If anyone asks….you never saw me.”

With that, he headed out the door.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isa could only blink silently as the world whizzed around her. Frank left her sitting there, bewildered, hands flat on the chipped wooden booth table. Words did not come to her. Thoughts, too, sat huddled with her confused feelings and refused to comply.
Standing, that was good. She stood and walked out the door, catching him jump into a Taxi like he was joining the Olympics. She found a cabbie idling in front of the place, probably waiting for a late patron. He wore a scowl as she approached the window, hoping to grab his services.

“Just get in, hun. Where to?” He said, as if reading her face. She pointed blankly at the taxi now motoring away from the site and climbed into the ripped vinyl backseat, wincing as the cracked coating scraped against her exposed flesh.

“Oh, you’re that type, huh?” He said, chuckling wildly like this was some sort of conquest of love and she was some sort of hero. There was still fight in her, yet. Frank might not see it, but Isa has a deep, deep well of focus that has latched onto him. She can’t let it go; she doesn’t have the ability to just give up now. Besides, she still has one more trick up her white sleeve. Or in her pocket, rather…

 

 

 

The Witness – GS.

 

Scene setting : Fifth and Maple Street.

co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With Elissa having joined the two gents on the next stop off at Fifth and Maple Street, little did they know that the photographer who had captured the pictures of the slug was home. Sitting in his lounge room, the odd buzz of morning news was in the back ground, while his girlfriend, Patty was getting ready for work. Joey Patona, who Rory and Frank had been staking out the night of Rory’s death was slouched on his favorite lazy boy chair with a cigarette hanging from his bottom lip. On the table beside him was racing guides, a crumpled packet of cigarettes and a long lens camera. He lazily took a drag from his cigarette as Patty stormed into the lounge from their bedroom.

“Joey…when you going to get a real job and help me pay the bills?” Since the court case, Joey had been keeping a low profile, since the prosecution failed in their bid to convict Mob boss James Capoda in the east side Brankston murders. They couldn’t bring Joey in a second time, as the key piece of evidence had been stolen from the police lock up. Joey brought a hand to his temple and rubbed it slightly while Patty finished putting on her day coat. She folded her arms and glared at him, waiting for an answer. “I’m expecting a call any day now, love. Just be patient, okay?” He sounded sincere, and his smile was disarming. Joey was great at using charm when all else failed. Patty on the other hand was losing patience. She’d been working two jobs to keep them from losing their apartment, and the stress was starting to take it’s toll. “Well, If I don’t see you bringing in a paycheck, its over!” Patty snatched up her purse and stormed out the door, leaving Joey to his devices. No sooner had the door closed, he was on the phone….to his bookie.

“Rick….yeah man, its Joey. Put fifty on race 7….number 9. I’m feeling lucky today.”

Pulling up in the alley, Tommy shut off the engine and turned slightly in his seat. Looking back at Elissa and Frank he said. “This is it.” It was it. The murder scene of Rory Lismore. Frank hated coming back here, but what choice did he have. That night played over and over again in his mind and the only way to end the nightmare was to find out if the giant slug….was responsible. Getting out of the car, Frank pulled out the envelope and then spread the pictures over the bonnet of the car. Looking at the images, and then the angle on which they were taken….to see if he could pin point just where the photos had been taken from.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa had to admit, there was something eerie about coming back to this place. She’d stopped off at it sure, in fact if the guys were sharp-eyed they’d see a pot of flowers sitting in one of the corners that she’d left, but besides that there didn’t seem to be anything left of note here. And that was the scary part… it seemed too normal for what happened. She noticed the look on poor Frank’s face, and she made a mental note to keep an eye on him, just in case, but right now it was to business. As she looked at the pictures, she looked at the angle, then walked over to the rough place where the creature had been, looking around with her hands on her hips. She was thinking of this the same way you’d think of an actual rifle shooter, mostly for the purpose of trajectory. Thankfully, it was obvious which direction it was, the trick was just verticality. Walking back to the guys, she pointed at the building she thought it was, though beyond that she wasn’t too certain what height it was at, and could only give a rough guesstimate.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Both Frank and Elissa were of the same mind, when it came to trying to work out where the photographs had been taken from. Sure enough as their line of sight brought them both to the same window, Frank suddenly had a very grim expression. He recognized the building and….the window. It all fell into place. Who else would be so cunning as to send the photographs in an unmarked envelope in the first place, knowing full well what they meant. The stake out of Joey Patona. The very reason that the two detectives had been in the alley in the first place. What with the noise and all that happened, it would have brought Joey to his window. Frank reached up to scratch behind his neck as he turned away for a moment and silently cursed. Tommy watched on, and saw the change in Frank’s demeanor. “You worked it out?” The reporter surprised that the detective was coming up with an idea for who the photographer was.

“Son of a bitch.” The detective replied, shaking his head. “I’m going to need a warrant. I can’t just barge in there and demand that crook to admit to what he saw.”

Tommy chuckled. “Since when have you been totally by the book, Frank. This is about finding out what happened to Rory and clearing your name.” The reporter then smirked at Elissa and uttered. “She was a cop…you’re a cop….and I…could trick the bastard into fessing up. He might be keen to sell a story….and while I am interviewing him, you two burst in and….I don’t know, turn the place over.”

Frank wasn’t too sure about this. Joey had connections to the underworld, though he was on the outer at the moment. The detective had his badge, and his gun on him so there was no reason for him not to try and follow along with Tommy’s idea. The reporter beamed and then straightened his collar. “I’ll go up first, and set this up. You two wait in the hallway till I give the signal and then burst in.”

It was starting to sound like something from a mob film, and Frank was worried that Elissa might not want to be involved. He asked her directly. “I don’t want you in over your head, Elissa. You don’t want in with this, I’ll call in John Moss. Though he probably won’t want to touch this case.”

What would she say?

Tommy had already started off for the entrance to the apartment building.

 

~RB~

 

VunG:  Eventually Elissa and Frank traced the picture, and their gazes both landed on the window responsible… but unlike him she didn’t recognize who it was. However, as Frank mentioned that the person was a crook, she pretty quickly put it together, and she was promptly sighing with frustration and putting her hands on her hips while the men tried to figure out how to handle it. Tommy’s way of handling it had her a little concerned, but she could see things working without it going south. In fact, she could even see a way to do it without things going completely out of control and getting them in trouble, if they were smart about it as a group. This couldn’t just be a unilateral thing, they needed to plan.

Still, she wasn’t about to back down; Tommy was 100% right, they would be able to handle this without issue on a capability level, and they were pretty well backed up against the wall here. Besides, the way things were headed she would be pegged as an accomplice if this went south. No sense going halfway. Besides, she wasn’t unarmed; she had her police-service Beretta 92 AND a tazer both hidden in her jacket (she had a concealed carry license). Yeah, this would work.

Of course, as they began moving in, Frank’s words caught her a bit off-guard. The offer was definitely appreciated, and she made sure to smile and nod her acknowledgement, but she wasn’t backing down. Without any further attempt to communicate her thoughts, she promptly fell into step behind Tommy, flashing Frank a confident grin as she passed. She’d been deprived of this sort of excitement for too long.

However, she had to make one thing clear to Tommy, and would jog up to him to sign, ~If he’s cooperative, don’t call us in. I’m not expecting things to go that smoothly, the guy’s a pile of shit, but just saying.~ Of course, after that she’d fall back into line alongside Frank, glad to have this underway and with something that wasn’t a rough dead end.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy stopped dead when Elissa came up alongside him and signed that if Joey was cooperative to not call the pair in as back up. The reporter understood exactly what she was conveying and gave her shoulder a small squeeze. “Don’t worry. I won’t call you in unless absolutely necessary.” Frank of course heard the exchange and adjusted his jacket slightly. He was ready for anything, and knew this could quickly go south, since Joey was known to be a bit of a hot head and unpredictable. Giving his companions a small salute, Tommy headed inside the entrance to the apartment building and left the other two to their devices.

The apartment building was the kind that should be condemned. Not only did it smell rank of curry, you could see rats out in the open scurrying along the walls. Tommy shuddered as he headed up the stairs. The lift was out of commission. Going round and round, he finally reached Joey’s floor. Working out the apartment from the window placement on the outside of the building, Tommy went over to room #339 and then knocked on the door.

Inside, Joey was watching the races on his TV set, when he heard the knocking. Thinking it might be someone that was coming to hit him up for money, since he owed his creditors and a few drug dealers, he picked up his baseball bat and approached the door. “Who is it?!” He yelled through the door, only to peek through the peek hole and see the well dressed Tommy standing there. He didn’t look like he was from the mob, due to his racial features. Thinking this was odd, he waited for Tommy to reply. “Tommy Xo….I’m a reporter and looking to buy your story about the court case. Everyone knows you were set up and I am willing to pay…..$5000 for the scoop.”

The moment that Tommy offered money, Joey’s eyes lit up. Five thousand sure could get him out of a bind and shut up his old lady. He set down the bat carefully and undid the locks, opening the door. Tommy was ready, holding out his press club pass to show he was legit. “Hey hey buddy. Won’t you come in?’ Joey stepped back to let Tommy into his apartment, which was a real dump no matter how hard Patty worked to keep it neat. Joey was a slob. He even had food stains on his shirt. Tommy entered the apartment, and took out a cigarette so as to look like he wasn’t nervous about being in a mobster’s home.

“Thanks. Mind if I smoke?” He asked, gesturing with the unlit cigarette in his hand. Joey was quick to offer an ashtray that was buried under a stack of racing forms. It was pretty clear that Joey was a gambler, what with the racing on the telly and the guides. Tommy took out his zippo lighter and lit up, letting out a puff of smoke, before continuing. He noticed the camera too on the side table, and then off the cuff asked. “You do photography?” It was an off the cuff question, but he had his reasons. Joey shrugged and then replied. “If I got something interesting to take a photo of. I do some photography work for the porn industry. Have my own dark room.” Joey was starting to relax a little and this was just what Tommy had hoped for. “Nice hobby. Does it make much?” Now Tommy was starting to delve a little deeper and this was when Joey blurted out a significant sentence. “I’m hoping it will. Took some snaps that might interest a certain detective. Blew my mind when I had them developed. Course….no one is going to believe it. Perhaps the coppa. So…you wanna talk about that murder case? I’m keen to make a bit of money.”

“Sure thing. Mind if I open a window? Need some fresh air.” Tommy asked, heading to the window to give the signal for the other two to come up to the apartment.

~RB~