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For the Devil’s pleasure.

03 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Strands of my web.

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For the Devil’s pleasure.

 

 

Cast

CharlotteCarrendar

Unseire

VladeTepes

Myskyie

 

 

CharlotteCarrendar: To some hell is that of flames, brimstone and ash, tortured souls that scream and wail in their tormented state. Reaching up through the cracks, fingers long and without flesh, for that had wasted away many years before. Eyes of red peering lustfully at the demon maid. Though arachnid by design and now a creature that even Hades would seek to caress, she alights from the pillar, and steps down to the bridge. Comfort in her own skin with textured fine satin adorned to her svelte form. Cradled within her womb, the seeds of sons, two that will become the rise of future bebilth demons. Raising up a hand, claws do point, a swirling mass of black liquid shimmers, and so to she walks forth, melting her form within the portal, removing her from Hell’s grasp for now. Seeking answers to unasked questions, with a wink and smile, so devious not to be trusted, the Spider maiden is the devil’s huntress. ~Weave Weave me a web, Mistress of Malice~ Doom and gloom abound, darkness. YES! She was right, and found her place upon which to frolic. Like that of a Prima Ballerina, she danced on such on tiny feet. (Charlotte)”Now this…*she chortles and pouts with luscious toxic lips*….looks like fun.” Charlotte had arrived. <3>

Guest_Unseire: Aelia’s smile seemed to begin to fade slowly into an expression of confusion, and some shock. What was he doing? Offering Blood bayne to her sent a wave of thought and even more shocks through her very existence as she stared somewhat idiotically down at Vlade who now kneeled ever so humbly before her armored figure. For a moment, her eyes flickered to the girl who had found herself in her Empire. Yes, she was curious of this woman, and she would find out her reasoning as to being in her Realm, though for the moment, the man that now knelt before her offering his trusted blade to her was much more of a sensational, honourable priority. Her charcoaled lips parted just barely, as if to speak, though there were no words that could be formed in her throat. Swirls of blues and greens  much like Earthly tones meshed throughout her eyes as if in a whirl pool of thought, trying to decipher if he was really making this decision to her at this moment in time. Time seemed to come to a halt. Yes, this was the Dark Realm within the Underworld, and it was naturally inhumane in nature, seeing as no wind nor sun, no moon nor life, but the very fabric of the dimension seemed to come too a pause in her eyes. Her voice was low, hushed, and slow as she stared through Vlade’s eyes with her own. They were so much alike. So connected in the minds and nature that is was somewhat NOT natural. “Eu nu inteleg..” The language they both had been familiar of, Romanian, she was now using in such a soft tone as she gazed at him, almost with shame. They claimed to say or express that she did not understand what he was doing, that she was confused..

VladeTepes: “Sunt oferindu-; tot ceea ce este ; eu sunt. Corpul meu, mintea mea, sufletul meu, totul meu.” Vlade answers in his mother’s tongue stating exactly what it was he was doing what he was giving her. Vlade sighs and yet still remains bent over. For many moments he remains so, or until it was Aelia did what ever it was she planed to do. another Blade was upon…or rather within Vlade’s person. It was obvious where it was it lay. For it was the Very Black hilt that protrudes from his shoulder. the blade ran through the flesh of his back running flush next to his spine. It was a cursed Blade and a Damned Blade, It was this Blade that causes him to give off two seperate auras. Vlade’s mind wonders slowly around the cvonfineds of exactly what he was doing. He had never humbled himself to anyone to this extent. “You are Zeita mea” He says again referring to her as My Goddess. The Cursed blade within his back causes a shade to begin forming behind Vlade. With his right hand he Rips the Blade from his back and throws it at the shade, it pierces it through the head, the Shade than begins to fade into nothingness, the Bladde flys back into Vlade hand. He the=en rams it down into his back in the other shoulder so the Blade remains Flush to his Spine.

CharlotteCarrendar: A haunting voice escapes from supple lips, so rich and lush to the hearts of mere mortals, though here there would be none. But eyes do see more than those affected by emotions of the heart. Captured now in her line of sight, Charlotte watches on with delight, for up ahead, the Empress does look down on a man that has shown himself. Confusion in her eyes, but clear this man was one who sought to worship  (Charlotte)”My..my..my. Tsk tsk tsk *clicks of tongue and straight into her verse*..What thoughts of wanton passion burn deeper and more fearsome, than the stirrings of the heart. That untamed tempest of desire playing out wild fantasy to the mind.”- Charlotte danced on forward, then twirled as she extends her arms, enjoying the tension that did so hold its reign on those gathered. “Embracing the wild mystery…*she then laughs*…which exists in the unknown.” A sideways glance to the humanoid that did study her for but a moment and she wrinkled up her nose and pouted saying. “Touching, isn’t it?” <3>

Guest_Unseire: Aelia’s eyes automatically softened upon hearing his words, they seeming to be smiling so brightly within her pupils, though her mouth still hung open just slightly. What the hell was she doing? She was supposed to be a lone, ruthless, sadistic, dishonourable being for a Warlord. The devil itself, some would care to say. Though she had fallen for Vlade ever sense he had stood his ground to her and showed no fear nor anger to her unlawful ways and her defiant demeanour  Now, she did not care if she now portrayed herself as a traitor to her own conscious and way of life. It did not matter any more  She was new, reborn, redefined, and more powerful than ever with this new style of thought. Finally, her hand had lifted from her side slowly, her fingers twiddling in the air as to signal to her Love that he may rise before her to his feet, seeing as he could already guess that she had accepted his proclaim. Hell, she had accepted everything he was from the very beginning. Though now, it was finalized. Her voice was almost a coo as a small smile arose onto her plump blackened lips, her gaze never leaving his. “i eu la tine, iubirea mea.. ” Her mind seemed to be locked within his, as well as his being locked for eternity with hers, she never for a moment second guessing his actions nor hers. She did not even care that this very precious, rather serious moment was happening between them in the presence of others, she was so dazed and uncaring. It was, after all, her Realm, and it would be so very easy as to flick one of the individuals out of the universe, demolishing their very existence if any were to speak out against them at this very moment.

VladeTepes: Vlade stands and smiles.He sheeths his Bloodbayne and stands. His aura did defy his actual emotion, it portrayed him a moment from ripping out something throat, though this was not very far from the truth. Vlade stands and gazes around. he smells the air around him and growl. Something Sparkly was around him and he had to kill it. Vlade Charges down the dark decades of Central pain within his own mind tracking where it was this sparkly menace was coming from. A loud Growl emits from his throat as he locks on to his target. “Pardon me a moment.” He turns around and begins sprinting at impossible speeds. Pushing all in his way to the side so he could get to where he was going, in the process he pushes Sir to the side. His legs a blur at the speed he was going. Vlade Charges down the expanse of insanity before him stalking his prey. Just then he spots them, His victims walk at a sluggish pace do north of his current position. Then turn as a sound from behind them causes them to turn their heads in curiosity. Instantly Vlade drops to the ground in the thick tall grasses out of view of all whom surround him. The couple turns back around and continues upon to their destination. Vlade wills his clothing to change into a suit of pure leather, Blacker then the eternal abyss. A radiance of Mystery surrounds the suit confusing all whom gaze upon it causing the feeling as if they never see it in the first place. Vlade continues after the couple hiding in the shadows cast by shadow. . In the cover of the shadows Vlade stalks his victims, eventually in perimeter to slay them he goes for the kill. Completely disregarding his weapons Vlade tackles the man first he Grabs the man’s head, which Cries in surprise. Vlade grasps the man’s throat in his right hand. with his left he keeps his hand flat and drives it into the back of the man’s skull Blood trickles down his hand as the other ripps off the man’s throat. Vlade that proceeds to with his left hand Grabs the man by the back of the head and rip it clean off with his spine. Vlade rips the spine from the head and throws it at the female he was hunting as well, the tail bone of the spine goes through her left eye and sticks into the ground thus binding her in place. Vlade smiles as he Pulls out a a wad of rope. He hollows out two trees and binds her within them with her arms. legs, and head sticking out. He force feeds her bread and honey and thus coats her body in the mixture. He lifts up her imprisioned torture devise and throws it on top of a stagnant pond as to allow the insects to devour and breed upon her unprotected Flesh. Vlade smiles as he walks back and sits down beside Aelia. “I hate Twilight.” He mutters in explanation before he remains silent.

CharlotteCarrendar: : What a mix. Bridled lust and another’s disgust. Oh what have we walked in on? Bended knee was he…so sure he would seize the moment and kiss the Empress fair. But no? What is this? Rather to chase after others, sword drawn high. Killy killy killy killy. SILLY! When woman does want, man should not run off to play. Has he no sense? Her heart he wished to sway. Amused beyond words, the spider maiden continued her dance, not to allure, merely a trance. Heart beats do play the song, the tune to which toes tap. Shiny swords, the metal does whistle, but lo the Empress her heart will become fickle. (Charlotte)”Lose not concentration upon the prize. Hurry up, before she wishes you goodbye.” – Grinning like that of a Cheshire cat, she comes to rest, and sits on the bridge. If only popcorn she did have, then this would be something to enjoy. Was the man to become the Empress’s new toy? <3>

Guest_Unseire: Aelia huffed at Vlade, a frown creasing over her lips as she rolled her eyes, not even bothering to watch and see what he was going off to do, seeing as this was not out of the normal. After a couple moments, she turned around, her arms crossing as her sheered crystallized armour clanked together at the wrists from her new positioning. After a moment, she let out a small chuckle, her head shaking to the left just barely, her silver stranded hair falling over and around her Gray toned skin complexion in wisps. Her deep emerald eyes darted over to the one called Charlotte, her thickened black lashes batting for a moment before rolling her eyes again with a kind, understanding smile as she tapped her foot against one of the stones, watching her love approach her once more.

VladeTepes: Vlade taps Aelia upon the shoulder and whispers into her ear something inaudible to all else but her. it was something along the lines of. “I know about the Fallen within this realm.” it was nothing else. while he waits for her reation he Looks up finally acknowledge those around him that wasn’t his love. “To whomever around give but a care i’d like to introduce myself before you all being to star. I am the one who taught Marque De sade. Quite frequently I am just known as The Vlade.” Vlade says slightly mimicking a poem he greatly enjoyed. “May I inquire as to the name of yours?” He asks his voice calm less bite than it had prior. as he waits he leans back over to Aelia and upon her lips places a kiss.

CharlotteCarrendar: – FINALLY! Lips did meet, and to his love his words may well have been sweet. Oh but the smile remained fixed upon the demon’s cruel lips, and she shook her shoulders, jigging those tits. Now, she applauds, hands smacking together, a repeated action to show that she had been duly entertained by this occasion  and the knowing look from the Empress made it all the more fascinating. And so the man, whom was an unknown cared to address the assembled throng, and the man who held disgust in his eyes, refused to comment. No truth..no lies. But by now it was clear, the cat had not caught Charlotte’s tongue and up she sprang, into a swan like pose. (Vlade) “To whomever around give but a care i’d like to introduce myself before you all being to stare. I am the one who taught Marque De sade. Quite frequently I am just known as The Vlade.” Fluttering eyelashes, and the clink of jewels, that hung from her wrist, hips and ankles. Did he say, Marque De sade? Oh ho ho ho. That set off a remarkable display, a long flowing sweep of the hand, her body tipping forward, but upon her back did appear long black prongs, six legs of fear. (Charlotte)«Ah Monsieur vous parlez de la célèbre Marque de Sade. Oui, oui. Je me souviens bien, ces leçons qu’il a enseignées, et n’arrêtait pas de me enlevés sur son sort. Alors je vous le dis ce jour, Salutations, car je suis Charlotte, et de dire sa Majesté, je ne suis pas prostituée. pour le voir, le plaisir tis-je obtenir, et ensuite tellement humide, quand les autres font l’amour devant moi. alors … ne vous retenez pas, jetez l’impératrice sur son dos. Montrez-nous ce goût pour la luxure . je vous l’osez. ” (translation : “Ah Sir you speak of the famous Marque De sade. Yes yes. I remember him well, such lessons he taught, and kept me in rapture of his spell. Then I say to you this day, Salutations, for I am Charlotte, and tell her Majesty, I am no harlot. For see, tis pleasure I get, and then so wet, when others make love before me. So…do not hold back, throw the Empress on her back. Show us this taste for lust. I dare you.”) -Remember well, there is nothing more delicious that a demon’s taunt. <3>

Guest_Unseire: Such a beautiful voice Vlade had, even if it had been whispered in hot breath’s upon her ear, it had rang through her brain as if a beautiful melody. No matter the stance, no matter the cause or nature of the news he had brought upon her hearing did it matter, for his voice was of the only she wished to hear. Listen, she did. So focused on not the words he had spoke, though his tone, his attitude, his body language, the breath of his that hit against her fallen grayed skin, the simple tap tap upon her shoulder. All things that made even such a serious, unemotional being as her self have a shiver sent down her seemingly fragile spine. What? What had he just said? He knows, is that right? A thinned, black brow of hers rises so high, it could pop off her precious angelic facial features if it were to go any higher in stature. With a snap of the neck, and the tilt of the head, she peered over to Vlade with slanted eyes as he was speaking from behind her frame. Hushed tone, melodic voice, foreign words she spoke as to him that she knew he only would understand. “i cum nu stii asta…? ” Her words rolled off the tip of her tongue like the water that fell off the two twin peaks of the Dark Realms Valley, she making sure only he could decipher the words she spoke as her mooned blue hue crescent eyes darted from individual to individual in almost a dance. And his lips. Oh his lips upon hers sent damned butterfly’s scattering in flight through her stomach. Of course, she kissed her love back ever so gently, never resisting or passing up a precious kiss of his.

VladeTepes: Vlade couldn’t help but succumb to the pull of Aelia’s Presence. He watches her amazed at her movement and the way that her body seems to be telling a story that her Aura seams to narrate. This pull greatly makes Vlade wish to Embrace. Unfortunately he does not for fear of what might happen. The last Time he had sung it was in a great forest. His voice had awakened the trees and the dormant guardians of the forest. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, But it was the first time since he was borne that he had sung. This intimidated Vlade as he learns even his voice had power. Even though Vlade refuses to sing he cannot help but start humming a strange cryptic tune not necessarily creepy only parts of it. This tune seems to be causing Vlade’s violent death filled Aura to go docile and calm down. Vlade opens his eyes and BOTH of them are gold. This would not seem strange to someone who knows Vlade’s eyes are always different colours this would be the first in his life they are the same. Vlade’s Aura shifts from Black and red to pure silver. It appears this tune and the song he was humming has a strange effect upon Vlade. It is at this moment he recalls the song. It was the very same his mother used upon him for a lullaby it had been so long since Vlade had heard it. The threat of anyone discovering his true abilities wavers and fades from Vlade. He releases his true Aura. His aura seams to vanish and is untraceable. That was good for Vlade for only the most skilled in perception would have any chance of sensing it, even Vlade could barely see it only feel it. Vlade’s skin suddenly flashes black lines of gold trace their way up his body forming intricate designs. As They reach his back what appear to be angel wings sprout from his back the second the Golden lines touch them they become red, the gold outlining the veins spanning across the now leathery wings. Blood Bayne shoots out of his shadow and forms itself into bracers upon his forearm. Despite this strange appearance Vlade’s body does not appear grotesque in any way shape or form. If anything his appearance would be strangely attractive this giving off a strong sense of desire to all whom see his beauty; as if Vlade were touched by the hand of desire. Vlade smiles his teeth rubies, well all but his fangs which appear emeralds. Vlade’s hair turns silver as large horns sprout from his head. His skin appears marbled at this point his lips Green. His nails just like his teeth turn ruby red. Vlade only holds this form momentarily before he notices he stops humming instantly and throws his guard back up his body in a flash reverts to its normal look. Vlade opens his mouth now as to answer her question “I can sense it.” He than Grabs Aelia by the waist and seats her upon his lap. as he does so he begins removing the top part of her armor as he finished he begins to run his hands up and down her back, the feeling of her skin under him almost enough to throw him into a euforic state. he proceeds to massages her with his hands, occationally dipping forward and nibbling upon the innerside of her neck.

Myskyie: -Her boots protested against the cobblestone, echoing off the steep walls of the craggy alcove. She fussed to tuck wisps of her forsaken hair behind long ears, allowing her senses to explore the surrounding stone features. An ever present hum of cascading water dulled out much else. Her hand found it’s way to her belt, reaffirming the presence of her dagger. It had been days at the harbour without even a hint of the fan-like sails of the mariner’s ships. She needed to uncover new prospects, which more often than not, happened to be in the most severe and isolated locals. Large dark eyes fluttered about, until she could make out the first humanoid figure. A beat her heart did miss, and she swung her lithe frame around the protective edge of a stone wall. She dared not peak her head around the corner, lest give herself away too soon. Now, being within hearing range, she waited, perhaps stalked the voices, fishing for useful information. She was met by the clinking of metal and a peculiar name.. ‘Marque De Sade? She knew not much of the French, aside from Lucien, who seemed unlikely to leave his plush castle for a lesion in the side of a mountain. She mouthed, ‘Mon cheri, oui..’ reciting what little of the tongue she understood. The melody of a lullaby carries past her, and with each count, an electricity fills the gaps in between space that had previously been unoccupied. It was enough to set her skin into fits of goose pimples. She quickly ducked her head into her hands, protecting her ears. Just as quickly as it had began to surge, the energy subsided. She snapped her head up with a jolt, and peered around the edge of the wall, unable to keep her curiosity at bay any longer.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dare accepted, gauntlet thrown down in the dirt, the Vlade has taken to task to have his way and secure the woman for which he intended to lay. (Charlotte)”YES!…DO HER NOW!…Legs up on your shoulders, feast on the pureness of her ripening flower, taste, lick…FEED! Ahahahahahaa!” Charlotte was now in the throes of what would be a mesmerizing dance. Like Eve to take the apple from the snake, and enjoy the taste of forbidden fruit, so to the Man named Vlade, committed the sin, that would see the Empress fall to his whims. (Charlotte)”Devil be proud. Devil does applaud your eagerness to display to all of us…such depravity and fornication. Implant thy seed into her. GO ON!…Make her cry your name and your’s only!” Teasing, taunting…the demoness did so enjoy the spectacle, and then the man who held nothing but disgust for this ridiculous show of unbridled lust. Approached the throne, and took his seat. (Charlotte)”A threesome…how unique?….No no…Magnifique!” <3>

CharlotteCarrendar: -Black and foreboding, the laugh grew louder now, calling from within the black portal that had been her way to arrive. The Devil laughed, his beautiful creature had succeeded in said task. (Devil)”Come hither my sweetest spider…haha…words spun did make for gold. The Vlade bought it and now his seeds be sown.” Dancing now, from the bridge into the waiting arms of her love, silken thighs coated in dew drops of honey, that drenched for she found oh so funny. For to see an Empress take it like a pro, meant her virtue was all a big show. Morale to the story, my darling ones. Never trust a woman…you will come undone. And then she was gone, as if never there, those left behind probably didn’t care.- <3>

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A Pirate’s Life – Humble Beginnings.

28 Monday Jan 2013

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Strands of my web.

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A new RP arc brought to you by The Spider Lady of Carrendar Dynasty. Feel free to join if you’d like.

Roleplay: A Pirate’s Life

Players: CharlotteCarrendar & LadyBelz

CharlotteCarrendar: -A frightful night, aboard the Pirate Ship, the Devil’s Mystery. The first mate was on watch, as the ship powered through the waves, on its way through the Caribbean. A place known for many a pirate vessel to plunder the ships of Her Majesty’s fleet. Down in his quarters, the Captain, one Captain Moon, was entertaining his consort and highly prized lady fair, Rachael O’Malley. Now, if only Rachael, would stop acting so manly, and let him win this arm wrestling contest. “Damn and confounded Woman…who taught you to wrestle like a man? I shall boil his bottom and feed it to him…GAH..You’re hurting my wrist.” *grunts and audible groans do follow* Seems Rachael had the Good Captain on the ropes.

LadyBelz: Rachael O’Malley, consort to the Captain and the scourge of the seven seas, wasn’t even breathing heavily as she kept her arm steady. She had challenged the Captain for the right to sail the ship to a port of the winner’s choice and she was itching to see Port Royale, located off the coast of England. Since she was a wee babe, she’d heard stories from her father, the late Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley, of the exotic scenes prevailant in England and it caught her fancy. She vowed one day to visit. She turned her attention back to the task at “hand” and grinned. “Learnt it from me dear departed father, I did. Do ye yield, kind sir?” she grinned, knowing full well she was the strongest of any of the men currently on ship.

CharlotteCarrendar: So, the bodacious wench learnt the tricks on how to arm wrestle a man from her dear departed Father. Bugger, hard to boil anything of his aside from some old bones in a casket, and like hell he was going to go to the trouble to dig him up for that. “Do ye yield, kind sir?” She said, sporting that cheeky no good grin of hers. Got him everytime. “So long as you don’t go telling the CREW. Bah…have it your way. But remember lovey. You owe me a good romping later in the silks of mah bunk. It’s been a few weeks, and me balls are the same colour as me Parrot, Harold.” He then let her take the win, his arm losing its strength.

LadyBelz: Rachael slammed his hand down to the table and with a saucy wink, stood from the table. “The crew needn’t hear anything from me…less it be me screaming me pleasure to the heavens as ye plough me to me maker.” Twirling on her boot heel, she strode toward the door. Harold sqwuaked from his perch. “Saucy wench! Saucy wench! Rawwwk!” Laughing, Rachael tossed Harold a cracker before ducking out the door and onto the main deck to take control of the ship.

CharlotteCarrendar: Captain Moon’s arm went down so hard, the thud resonated and even some of his rum bottles clinked in the cabinet next to where they were wrestling. His darling Rachael got up and gave one of those tempting winks of hers, letting him know she dare not show him up in front of the crew. Her screams of pleasure would be all they would be hearing from her in the coming nights. Watching her strut out of the Captain’s quarters, the Captain rubbed his wrist, and snarled at Harold the Parrot. “You be keeping that beak of yours closed, or I be shovin’ crackers were the sun don’t shine!” He slammed down his fist, only to cry out in pain, as it was the same one she nearly broke. On the deck, the first mate, Holmesworth, was checking the ropes, while Cabin boy Tim was racing back from the galley. “Cooks serving stew…again. Crew are a bit restless, Ma’am”- he said with a salute. “What I be telling them? Cause they look to be ready to lynch the Cook and toss him over board.”

LadyBelz: As Rachael took the helm, the cabin boy, Tim, joined her. “Cooks serving stew…again. Crew are a bit restless, Ma’am,” -he said with a salute. “What I be telling them? Cause they look to be ready to lynch the Cook and toss him over board.” Rachael looked at the tawny-haired youth with a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eye. “Tell the mates to suck it up for a bit. We’re ta be sailin to Jolly Old England to make dock at Port Royale. Cook’s to be sure to be likin the fare there. I bet me knickers on it.” She laughed, ruffling Tim’s hair. With a hoot of glee, Tim ran back belowdecks to pass on the news. There was a muffled cheering sound that shook the boards and planks of the ship and Rachael couldn’t help but be bouyed by the sound. She was finally going to get to see England for herself.

CharlotteCarrendar: Captain Moon followed the lovely Rachael out onto the deck, to see how she handled the situation with the crew, the cook, and one besotted young Cabin boy Tim. So, they were to be heading back to Jolly Ole’ England, and with a bounty on his head, this was sure to be a dangerous voyage indee. Walking up behind her, his hands behind his back, Captain Moon said in a voice, not as commanding and full of bravado, but more of a man, who loved this lass before him. “Port Royale. Hmmph. If I remember well, that is where I met your Stepfather.   A man with no love for Pirates.  I do recall you mentioning that he had picked a suitor for your hand.   I fear we be going into the mother of all storms.”- He took a long look at the Moon, then strode back into his quarters, awaiting her to come and give him what was promised.

And so the journey begins…

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Girls don’t like Boys, Girls like Cars and Money. – From thecarrendarchronicles.com

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Strands of my web.

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From the RP Carrendar Dynasty, this is some of the ensemble writers doing a scene in the Capital, Lorewall.  NatashaNarishnakov, was my chara name for this session
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Girls don’t like Boys, Girls like Cars and Money
https://i1.wp.com/www.ridelust.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/800px-Silver_jaguar_c-x75-600x294.jpgIstoDarkBlade: [ Pain narrating ]= Another night of the nights of LOREWALL city, To Me it with just a bitch ass city who deserves nothing, What did it give Me? I am a 20 years old who is poor and have no work, I get My living by picking pockets heh a man must use His own gift, When My parents were alive I was trained on marshal arts and stealth skills, But it was from the past, but it was all about to change without Me knowing it, It was all that day when I decided to enter that fancy restaurant. [ Flashback to the past ] = the bus moving around the city with people inside it as

IstoDarkBlade: Pain is inside it with His old cloth, He was standing between 2 men, The first was bold about 40 years old fat man, wearing fancy cloth with large brown coat, the man had His right hand up catching the bar so He doesn’t fall down with the movment of the bus, The other was yellow haired 30 years old man , Wearing a black suit. Pain choose the older man because of His position and His fancy cloth showed He had money. Once the Bus stopped Pain throw Himself a bit toward the man as if He is going to fall down, In that moment He had His left hand inside the man’s pocket as He took the walet from inside the coat inner pocket [ The man] = “” Oi watch it boy “” = He said as He felt Pain leaning on Him [ Pain ] = “” Well, Tell that to the driver “” = The man smiled at the comment then shook His head a bit [ The driver ] = “” Next stop Hot restaurant “” = SAid the driver as He begain to slow down the bus movment while turning the wheel a bit to the right with His foot pressing on the brakes slowly . Pain would move from between the crowds and make His way to the door, Once the door is opened He jumped off to land on His feet. Pain would turn around while looking at His victory. [Pain] “” The old fool “” = He starts to search the walet and all He found was 20 bucks and nothing, He felt angry for all His affort is gone for nothing, He took the money thrown the walet, He looked at the shinning restaurant that He dreamed to go in it once. Pain jogged across the street toward the restaurant till He came to the door, The door was large with 2 black buffed up guards in black suits [ guard one ] “”” Where do you think you are going? “” = Said the guard at the right as He raised His left palm and put it on Pain’s chest, The guard kept looking up and down at Pain and His cloth, [ Pain ] “” Going inside “” = Said Pain as He raised His right palm pushing the hand of the guard down by the wrist and moved forward to go in. The other guard stood infront of Pain [ Guard two ] “” Not tonight nor ever “” = Pain looked up at the guy who is much taller and wider than Pain, Pain’s eyes showed no fear in them, He pushed the guard at His chest and tried to go in , The other guard caught Pain from the back and pulled Him and thrown Him at the middle of the road where Pain landed on His right side=

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha’s meeting with Kane concluded, she would walk outside the compound and see that she was pretty much well outside of the city limits. She kicked the toe of her boot in the dirt, and when she thought she was going to have to either steal a bike or leg it, she turned to see the glimmer of chrome and jetstream silver paintwork. IT WAS HER CAR!…If ever she was pleased to see it, it was now. One of the clan members threw her keys towards her, which she caught effortlessly, and striding towards it, she pressed the button on her keychain. Dramatic theater lighting is activated as Natasha approaches the car; phosphor blue electro-luminescent wire lights illuminate the perimeter of the cabin and the turbines. Its a real work of art and craftsmanship, with a 580kW (778bhp) propulsion system combines powerful 145kW (195bhp) electric motors at each wheel for outstanding performance. At the center of the car sit state-of-the-art, mid-mounted micro gas-turbines. These can either generate 140kW (188bhp) to charge the batteries and extend the range of the car to a remarkable 900km (560 miles) – enough to drive from London to Berlin on a single tank – or when in Track mode provide supplementary power directly to the electric motors. The four electric motors provide torque-vectored, all-wheel drive traction and grip, essential in a car that produces 580kW (778bhp) and 1600Nm (1180lb ft) of torque. Opening the door, she slips into the molded racing seat, and sticking her key into the ignition, and when the car is started, additional blue LED lighting gently floods the door and bulkhead speaker cavities, highlighting the car’s lightweight construction. The lights flood the road in front of her as she tore off into the night, racing along the bitumen, the car possessing remarkable poise and grace as it hugged every corner and would reach speeds of up to 330km/h (205mph) with blistering acceleration. Soon the bright lights of Lorewall would be seen in the distance and she pressed the petal to the metal, the delicious roar of the engine as it brought her into the business district through to the downtown precinct were Natasha’s High tower apartment was. But it was as she was coming around the corner into main street, that a man would be flung out into the middle of the road on his right side, causing Natasha to do a hard break, turning the steering wheel in full lock as the car slide across onto the wrong side of the road, barely missing the Number 92 bus to the East side- (Natasha)”VVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUCCCKKK!”- the tires screamed as the car blew up smoke finally coming to a stop just outside the De’Rah Jewellers. She sat in the seat a moment, her hands locked onto the steering wheel, as patrons came out of the HOT restaurant to watch the scene unfolding. Natasha was panting, then threw open the door of her car and leapt out, marching across the road towards the man that was on his side. She knelt down as one of the bouncers came near and realised who it was. (Bouncer 1. )”Awe..shit its Natasha.”- She rose up and then grinned slyly, her elongated fangs appearing as she strutted over to the jolly dark giant. (Natasha)”Youz…throwz ‘im…in front…of myz car?…”- The bouncer looked like he was ready to piss his pants- (Bouncer 1.)”Miss Natasha….he was trying to get in and look how he is dressed….a bum”- Natasha turned back to look at the man on the road, and shrugged as she slipped out an electric shock device like taser from her pocket and then smiled as it was concealed by her sleeve- (Natasha)”E couldz ‘ave zcratchedz…my carz….I dhink…you zhould elp…dhe manz…not drhow ‘im in frontz of my…*and at this moment her right arm rocketed around and she would slam the taser into the man’s neck, sending a massive jolt of electrical current into his body*…..CARZ! -The bouncer’s legs would turn to jelly as he crumpled in a heap on the street. Natasha then grinned at the other bouncer, who suddenly was running towards the fallen man in the street to help pick him up. Natasha pocketed the stun device and then absently waved with her hand, as she headed into HOT. (Natasha)”Bringz ‘im insidez…I getz him dinner”

IstoDarkBlade: = Pain would lay there for a second in the floor, He turns to lay on His back feeling some pain in His right shoulder, He had a glimps of the dark blue sky of the night, Pain wouldn’t mind to lay in the middle of the street since it was where He lived for the last 4 years. Out of everything all that caught His own attention was the sound of the Engine of the fast car [ Pain thinking inside His head] “” Is it the end of My life “” = He questioned as He saw the lady driving the car turning the wheel hard, All He knew next was the sound of the tires as they are trying to get a hold of the floor, Pain would spin Himself fastly toward the sidewalk But He noticed the car going the other side. Pain would raise His own upper body up a bit to look at the driver and the car, Once she got out He saw some beautiful female, Pain would sit still at the side walk watching the scene as she tortured the guard . Seeing the other coming to run at Him, Pain would stand fast in a defending position, Once the man was near Pain enough , Pain would make His right palm into a fist and swing His body to the left while raising His right fist to the man’s abdomen, Once the guard took The hit He gasped for air as He flied up from the ground about 20 CM high then landed on His knees with back bent forward a bit, Pain would bring His own right knee up to the guard’s chin, The guard’s head would be titled back hard followed By His own body that He is laying on the floor on His back with one knee bent under Him and the other leg is straight front of Him. Pain would stand there panting for a while [ Pain] “” That is what your ass get BITCH “” = Pain screams the last word as the guard is passed out, He then turn to look at the female for a moment [ Pain] “” Ummm…. Thanks for not running over Me “” = Pain said with a half smirk feeling a little pain in His right shoulder, People around was standing to watch the scene of the young man beating the buffed up guard [ Other guard from inside ] “” Oi What is going on? “” = He said looking at the passed out guard and at Pain, While running toward them=

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha’s dagger tipped boots would click clack along the pavement as the crowd that had dispersed from the HOT nightclub restaurant would part to allow her through. Her platinum blonde locks bobbing on her shoulders as one of the other bouncers would run past her to the collapsed chap, that Natasha had zapped with her stun device. She would look back to see that the man who had been thrown out into the path of her car, was making a rather spectacular scene, in giving the other bouncer what for, by doing a double fist punch to the man’s body, and abdomen and as he fell to his knees, bringing up his right knee up to his chin and sending him flying. Natasha now was interested in this sudden burst of self defence on the young man’s part, and he certainly gave her food for thought, as the bouncer was soundly beaten. She would clap twice and smirk- (Natasha)”Bravoz….Comerade….very nize voot vork” -she would extend her hand to him as he approached in offer of a greeting and introduced herself- (Natasha) “Natasha….Narishnakov….nize do meetz zomeone vho knowz ‘ow to ‘andle dhe baboonz….dhat guard dhiz club. Comez inzide….I buyz you dinnerz….maybe zome decent clothez.” -She would gesture towards a spot by the wall inside the HOT restaurant-

IstoDarkBlade: = Pain would look at her hand then back to her, He never trusted someone but He slowly raised His own right palm and shook her hand with His [ Pain ] “” Pain… My name is… Pain “” = He said slowly while looking at her with narrowed eyes, Her own language and accent are strange to Him, He didn’t care much about as He looked at the place she is pointing at . Pain would look from the corner of His eyes at the people whispering about Him and what He did, He prefered to be with total stranger than standing to bare with their own eyes and their whispering, He nodded to her slowly, As He waited for her to go first before Him=

NatashaNarishnakov: -Pain would seem reluctant to shake her hand at first and she tilted her head the other way, and smile as he finally obliged. Good, she was used to getting what she wanted and since he hadn’t scratched her precious ride, he was alright by her. She shrugged as he was looking at the gaping onlookers that were standing out and around the HOT nightclub, and she hissed, becoming menacing as she waved the crowd to move. (Natasha)”Vhat iz dhiz….a circuz?…Get out of dhe vay”- she waltzed into HOT, finding her favourite table was being used by some horny hot couple where the man was feeding the woman a cherry. Natasha picked up the bowl and then opened the woman’s top and poured the cherries down between her cleavage- (Natasha)”Dake dhe bitch ome and findz er cherriez….MOVEZ” – Natasha dropped the bowl as a waiter picked it up from behind her and the couple quickly got up and left, a trail of cherries on the floor in their wake. Natasha then sat herself down as the manager brought her the wine list and snapped his fingers for the table to be cleaned as Natasha would pick up a bread stick and point it to the empty chair opposite her. (Natasha)”Zit….I gotz my vavoritez dablez….”-she would then wink at some young lad sitting at another table with his family- (Natasha)”Mmmm I love the vood on offer in dhiz place”

IstoDarkBlade: = Pain would follow her slowly inside the restaurant , Noticing the horny couple Pain would look the other side from them. Then at the sound of the female screaming He would look at Natasha putting the cherry inside the female’s cleavage , He would stand there with His own eyes widened a bit as He was suprised by her own act, Looking at the female walking away with her BF cursing at Natasha. Pain would look at the place from the inside, It was the first time He saw the inside of the restaurant. It was nice and beautiful, Relaxing as well. Pain would take the seat infront of Natasha and watch the Waiter giving her the list of wine, The waiter would look at Pain from the corner of His eyes, Pain could read His thoughts= [ Waiter’s thoughts ] “” Anyone would enter this place these days “” = Then the waiter left, Pain would hold His own head with both palms and shake His head a bit . He then look up at Natasha [ Pain] “” How can I help you ? “” = He asked looking at her for a while studying her=

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -After Natasha left the garage compound of the Red Ravens with what would seem to be one of their better models, Kane would recieve a phone call to which the only answer was quick and to the point-(?) Community college…. Bring your boys. -Kane would then hang up and pick up a global positioning system which had the exact coordinates of Natasha car, he would then head down from his office and head to a tool chest down at the mechanics work room as he opened the tool chest would he then start to take out an AK-47 would then other mechanics around stop what they were doing and started putting their uniforms. They would dress themselves accordingly red bandanas on their heads, leather jackets with two red RR stitched into the right, leather pants and leather boots about ten to fifteen men suited up as they approached Kane to take either an AK-47 or an Uzi while also picking up istols, brass knuckles and Knives. Kane only brought with him a pistol and his trademark pole staff he then approach his good old trusty motorcycle as he reved up his engine many of the other Red Ravens also reved up there engines-(Kane) Roll out! -To which he would drive out of the garage along with all the other Red Ravens following. Meanwhile at The Avenging Angels territory Helmet recieved a phone call with same instructions to which some of the Angels were playing pool and drinking in their bar.-(Helmet) Man up! Sober up and get off your asses. We are riding. -Most of the men there were wearing leather vests, black pants and were metal helmets and most of them were hurrying to their bikes already with weapons already on their bikes from the standard old shotguns to the deadly combat shotguns. Mounting on the their bikes and following Helmet up front leading the motorcycle line, He seemed to be wearing the same clothes of yesterday the only addition is that he has chains on his wrists . While somewhere in the Telsa Teknos loud techno music was boomig from the stereos then music from Daft punk started to boom from the stereos the musice playing was Harder Better Faster as this was going on members of the Telsa Teknos was busy mounting and connecting wires to a van a mountable twin GAU-17/A miniguns. This would be the time when the call would come to which the music sound started to decrease as Silver boy woud shout out- (Silver boy) Any of you seen my cell phone?! Please tell me its not with Nicky! (?) No we haven’t seen it! But she has car! (Silver boy) NOOOOO! NICKY DON’T START THE ENGINE! -He would be running to his silver 2009 Porsche 911 Carrera where Nicky was about to turn the key as Silver boy flung himself over to the hood of the car,Nicky a brunette girl wearing a purple jacket and gray pants-(Nicky) You never let me have any fun…Why can’t I take it out for a spin? (Silver boy) This is my last car that you haven’t crashed. (Nicky) Yet…(Silver boy) *ggggrrrrr* Get out of my car. (Nicky) Sheessh ok. -Nicky would go back to the work area as Silver boy would find his cell phone in the car ringing once he answered it, he would rush to the work area in which it was a mess and several bullets decorated the wall.-(Silver boy) Nicky…. you are coming with me to college. (Nicky) What you flunked again? Thats got to be the sixth time…when are you going to pass from being a fresh man? (Silver boy) Get in the car Nicky! you two yes! two! Does the gun work? (?) Sure it does didn’t you notice the bullet holes? gosh no wonder he flunks (Silver boy) I heard that! Get the van we are going to down town…. -The two mechanics that were working on the twin guns would enter the van and follow Silver boys’ Porsche with Nicky in it and still bugging Silver boy about letting her drive the Porsche-

SothisRaWintersunII: As Cinder lay in bed, his eyes pointed directly at the cieling he would begin to thank Syl ((Etherician version on God)) for his blessings. He huffed and threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stoof up to his full hieght, not even bothering to stretch or anything like that he headed straight for the huge black curtains that seperated the bedroom from the rest of the structure. He sauntered out and went straight to the spiraling staircase that led to the tallest tower were he looked out on the frozen landscape. The black snowclouds were faning out, all across the continent, the entire continent would soon be the victim of one of the most deadly winters. Cinder walked up to the railing and wrapped his fingers around it then leaned forward against it, the blackclouds had reached Lorewall but the Ethra had not, now blocking out the moon the clouds began to produce a heavy snowfall that would prevent your average person from seeing atleast five feet infront of them. In the distance the distorted howls could be heard, a earsplitting high pitched shriek from above, and a booming roar from further out. The beasts had spread, reproducing just as their humanoid Etherician counterparts did. A pack of Drashok (wolves) came flying over the tops of a group of skyscrappers, they decended upon a group of pedestrians as a plauge of white fur, tearing those people up they scattered but still kept within close vecinity of eachother as they attacked others. Next came the (bears) Fado, these were much larger than the Drashok their entire body was covered in a thick white fur coat from head to toe, a short snout, and glowing chrome eyes. It let out a booming roars and charge at the buildings with about five of its mates behind him, they would burst into the buildings and slaughter those who where unfortunate enought to be stuck in there, they made their way to the top floor then hopped over to the other building where they would continue with their hunt,hey…even though they were animals…they had to eat something…last but not least were the (birds) and probably the most effective of the three monsters. They were the mikil, creatures that strongly resembled dragons no less, their organic metal scales glistened in the dim light of the blocked moon. there were three all together, each of them would swoop down, picking up anything that would get caught in their talons then bring it to high altitudes then just throw it at the ground, the most popular thing seemed to be newspaper or hotdog stands, the second bieng actually people. Each of the Mikil had a little camera stapped onto them, one on their head, one of their stomach, and one at the tip of their tail. These devices would feed video to a group of video crystals right next to Cinder, he watched all the mayhem with a wide grin on his face and his hair blowing across his face, his grin would soon turn to maniacal laughter that would echo out all across the lands and eventually, within minutes. Reach Lorewall….

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha would pick up the knife and then check out the reflection of her elongated fangs in the shiny metal as Pain would sit opposite her, holding his head in his hands and shaking his head slightly. She perked a brow and then placed down the knife gently upon a folded napkin, as the musicians started to play some acoustic version of “Hot Chilli woman” in the background. The restaurant was packed out, and there was a fair size line up of workers at the bar, and girls bumping and grinding on the dance floor. Natasha bobbed her head in time to the music, seemingly oblivious to the worries of Pain. His voice finally carried to her a question about how he could help her. Well that was new, not normally was she asked something like that.- (Natasha)”Helpz mez?….I ‘ate to eat alonez…you knowz. Zo..you eat a mealz….ve dalk.” -it seemed simple enough, and Natasha was somewhat distracted as she would snap her fingers for the nearest waiter- (Natasha)”Menuz….Menuz” (Waiter)”Yes Miss Narishnakov…and might I say you look exquiste this evening.”-(Natasha)”‘Cutz zhe crap…I vant dhe zpecial, and…err….dhe pork…it lookz gut…and a bottle ov..1787 Château Lafitte. Oh…and vhatever dhe young man vantz….”-she then picked up her cell and checked her messages, whilst outside the restaurant, strange beasts were coming from the North….

AidenArius: With Jim and Greer out of their hair, Mouse rushes into his room and packs up his clothes, stuffing them into a bag while Javid merely looks at him. [Mouse]”Well? What are you waiting for o’ good sir? A chariot with white horse? Pack up, we’re leaving for Fjelding Mountains as soon as we can. Your good friend’s money depends on us.” Mouse said whilst stuffing his belongings into a rather tiny bag, with Javid shaking his head, having no retort for Mouse due to his worries about Jim traveling alone with the doctor. Javid didn’t really need to pack, seeing as most of his stuff is still in the bag he took from his home so he just zip up and hoist the strap over his right shoulder. Out of habit, he reaches over for his usual small piece of cloth and tying it around his head to keep his long hair from being blown away by the wind, or worse; poking him in the eye. Just as he’s done, Mouse rushed into his room and knocking on the opened door loudly as a signal before speeding out of the building. Javid watched and grit his teeth, slightly annoyed by Mouse bossy nature which hadn’t surfaced for a long time since he was never obligated to follow Mouse before. Javid glances to the side of the door, reaching behind the wooden door and pulls out a metallic rod to use as a staff. [Mouse]”Javid! Hurry the hell up!” Urge the tiny male outside, and Javid complies without much hassle due to his worries and jealousy about Jim and his traveling partner. The two then hopped up on Mouse’s rundown cheap jeep.. Does this man own ANYTHING that doesn’t look like old as crap? The two men drove up to nearby airfield, hopping onto a.. another cheap transportation; a helicopter to transport them to the Fjelding Mountains. [Pilot]”So.. Not to be nosy or anything but what exactly do you need that you’re heading for the mountains? It’s dangerous you know.” The pilot asks, worrying about two frail beings landing in the middle of the dangerous mountains, since not many people actually go there for honeymoon. [Mouse]”Well that’s why I brought an elf with me; he’s good with this jungle and nature thing.” Joke the Mouse at Javid’s expense, before the pilot muttered something in disbelief.. [Pilot]”What the hell..?” [Mouse]”That’s our secret project. Now land us on that landing pad.” Reply the Mouse as the chopper hovers above something that looks like a camp, still in progress but a camp nonetheless. The pilot sweat nervously as he land the piece of machinery as the sun began to set, fearing that he just aided an anti-government group because he saw the security measure that includes turrets surrounding the camp. Mouse then suddenly pulls out a gun from his bag, pointing it at the pilot. [Mouse]”Sorry, but I need this place to be a secret, and considering you don’t work for us, you’re a risk that I can’t take.” Says Mouse, threatening the pilot after he had delivered them safely to their destination. What an ungrateful rat. [Pilot]”oh god.. I knew it.. Please man.. I got kids to feed, just let me go! Don’t kill me! Please!” Beg the pilot with his hands placed behind his helmet as a sign of surrender. [Mouse]”Whoa whoa nobody’s killing anybody here. I just need you to follow me, and stay here until my business partner safely arrives. Can’t have this place found before that.” Mouth says just before Javid lunges his metal rod towards the Pilot’s head, knocking the poor guy out. He then pulls the unconscious pilot out of the chopper and dragging him down as they step down to the camp. [Javid]”It’s night.. Better get underground.. Fast.” Says Javid as he stated the obvious, the workers setting up the camp too had already begun to move into a cave that held a passageway to an underground shelter. When everyone was safely inside the shelter, Mouse heads further into the underground shelter till he reaches something like a control room, activating the security defenses outside whilst Javid lays on the top bunk of his bed.

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The community college a very nice place full of commendations for the up and coming students with a considerable faculty of highly expert teachers, they got good reseach labs, great dormitories, neat classrooms and big lecture halls…everything needed to help mold the new students to fine workers and this college couldn’t have such nice facilities if it weren’t for the many generous donaters one of those generous donaters would happen to be the Finister family. Little do people suspect that such an old and generous man would be one of the heads of the Fuyu no arashi clan and not many would suspect that the valedictorian graduate would be employed by the Finister family to work in their laboratories and little do these valedictorians suspect that they will be helping to create one of the Fuyu no arashi clans greatest weapons and little did they know that they would help create such a fearful and gruesome creature…. the prototype weapon …Rahaghoul. But enough of the history of the college lets go now to see that the three gang leaders would be meeting up with the dean of the college when the three gangs and leader enter the deans office was Nicky the first one to speak- (Nicky) Please Dean don’t get expell Silver boy a few more years and maybe he will pass being a freshman. -To which Kane, Helmet, their gangs and the dean would all laugh while trying so hard not to laugh so hard or loudly-(Silver boy) Nicky…my dear…my most trusted and beautiful second in command. NOW WOULD BE THE BEST TIME TO SHUT UP! (Nicky) Trusted? you don’t even trust me with the keys to our own base besides we all know why we are here we are here to convince the dean to not expell you. -The rest would lose control of what ever held them back from not laughing out loud before and now started to laugh uncontrollably- (Silver boy) Shut it! Shut it! Shut it! -The dean would wave his hand to make some of them stop laughing before turning on a light to reveal himself to be Finister the Second-(Finister the Second) Alright alright enough laughing, lets get down to business about discussing…. Silver boys grades…Yee ha ha ha ha no no seriously seriously lets focus on the information I obtained about the three Russian theivies. (Helmet) What are they really that bad? (Finister the Second) Yeah they are worst than Silver boys grades ha ha ha ha ha (Silver boy) Enough shut it! shut it! (Finister the Second) Alright back down to it…my men have discovered their exact where abouts but we have discovered that they have ties with the Russian mafia…when the mafia found out those three were selling our medical supplies. They jumped to hire enforcers that will defend their asset. They got about fifty men each and within the days given to us we discovered exactly who are each and every man. Their routines, their daily activities and even unusual habbits. (Kane)What you mean unusual habbits? (Finister the Second) One of them used drugs. (Helmet) Drugs? You certain about that. What if its a one time thing (Silver boy) This is the master of intel we are talking about he never makes a mistake. (Finister the Second) Yes it is but we may need to move quickly if we are to obtain our stolen goods. So I propose we take out all one hundred and fourty nine and get back our products and after we kill them all we make them disappear. Then we hit the snakes head at the same time we got rid of the snakes tail, capture them before they call reinforcements. (Helmet) Hundred forty nine? what happen to the one? (Finister the second) We had an implication over a contract -A day before the meeting one of the men who had difficulty breathing broke into the apartment of Dimitri, as Dimitri tried to run the grey suit man hit him with a bat when Dimitri woke up he was tied to a chair-(Dimitri) Who are you? dalk! dalk you! -The grey suit man turned he was wearing a strange sort of gasmask with tubes would walk to Dimitri -(?) You ahhh are ahh going to pay. But first ahhh tell ahhh me ahhh about your nasty habbit. -He pointed at the drugs-(Dimitri) I dont howz it got dhere. (?)Hmm ahhh ok ahhh we try your way ahhh -The gasmask man removed a revovler before removing four of its bullets and leaving two in the chamber, he spun the chamber before placing the revovler on the Dimitri’s head-(?) Ahhh talk (Dimitri) No you Krazy. *click* (?) Lucky ahhh *click* (Dimitri) You Chicken. *click* (?)AHHH three left ahhh -The gasmask man aimed the revovler to the wall-*Bang* (?) hmm ahh shall we go again ahhh ahhh*click* (Dimitri) I no nodhing *click* Colombianz at Zlumz Zouth wezt Diztrict ahh ahh ahh we good? (?) Yes ahh now ahhh pay ahh *BANG!* Good ahhh organs ahh -He shot Dimitri at the throat before he began harvesting the his body parts-(Finister the second) But at the upside we now know of the dirty work of the Colombians and have inform to the proper people

SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder’s manaical laughter had made its way to the bustling city, one that now had a sheet of snow over it. The bears had made their way out into the streets along the side hte wolves and the birds where now perched up on the birds. The occasional high pitched shriek could be heard from one of the birds. By now the killing rampage was over and the animals were roaming the streets like stray dogs, one wolf even stoped to pee on a fire hydrant while another rested on a snow covered plant licking his…”tool”. The video of this scene amused Cinder, so much to the point where he decided to take a trip to see his little furry friends. A cyclonic vortex of black and platnum freezing energies swirled around Cinder and he was whisked away into the air headed for Lorewall. After an estimated time of thirty minutes or so the black and platnum energy slammed on the street and exploded in a non lethal manner leaving Cinder in its wake. Several of the animals trotted on over to Cinder, some licked him, some nibbled on him, and some rubbed up against him. HE chuckled softly. He normally hated animals, but these he had a soft spot for, Cinder looked around, all the dead bodies were covered and just looked like a little piles of snow. “Oh dear…” He said as he ran his fingers through the long white fur of one of his animals. “Perhaps you should stay in the forest….” the snow began to fall once more and Cinder’s figure was now a shadowy sillouette to most around him. The people where still hiding inside the buildings but watching Cinder like a fuckin hawk, he made his way over to a bench accompanied by his furry friends and ploped down on it and watched the snow fall occasionally glancing up at the moon.

NatashaNarishnakov: -Just as the waiter was bringing over Natasha’s first course, there seemed to be a steady stream of screaming people running past the entrance of HOT. The steaming plate would be set down in front of her as a pack of white snow wolves were running rampant after the crowd of terrified people. (Natasha)”I dhink dhe pork iz a little bit pinkz”- (Crowd of terrified shoppers)”AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” *running the other way past the entrance. (Waiter)”Miss Natasha, you said before you like it under cooked and bloody”- (Snow Bear beasties)”RRRRROOOOAARRRR!!!”*coming thundering past the entrance, one trying to bite the leg of a woman who was beating its head with an umbrella* (Natasha)”Anyz chanze deh Chef couldz givez itz another goez on dhe panz….I meanz really…itz very pinkz”- (Crowd of terrified patrons now run out of HOT as a large wolf chases them past Natasha)”AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” (Snow Wolf)”HOOOOOWWWLLLLL…GGGRRRRRRR…RAWWRRR…SNAP!” (Waiter)”Very well, Miss Natasha”-Suddenly another wolf comes past and knocks over her botttle of ultra expensive 1787 Château Lafitte and it spills on her fightsuit. (Natasha)”VUCKING JEZUZ…VHAT IZ VITH ALL DHE ANIMALZ?”- she tossed down her napkin and marched outside into the street, only to see dead bodies everywhere and wouldn’t you know it…….Cinder. Natasha smacked her forehead and then stomped over to Cinder with her finger waggling at him- (Natasha)”YOUZ…Zince vhen you letz out dhe zoo?” -she was not at all impressed to see him-

AidenArius: Javid lays on his top bunk, pondering on Jim and Greer on their private getaway. Of course Mouse said he hired some mercenaries to accompany them but to Javid, all he sees is Greer taking advantage of Jim. Who knows what that evil manipulative doctor would do to Jim without him around; she may even steal a kiss for all he knows. ~Snap out of it Javid.. ~ he thinks in his head whilst lightly shaking his head on the hard cheap pillows. Before he had finished shaking his head, a female voice calls for him. [Karen]”Sir Javid? I am Karen, I manage the operation here during the absence of Sir Caiden. Sir Caiden calls for you, he’s in the control room.” Says a woman who looks rather well dressed in a place filled with poor people from the slums who obviously have trashy and cheap wardrobe when compared to this Karen person. [Javid]”..I’ll be there in a minute.” Javid then sits up and turns around, hopping off his top bunk with ease and make his way to the control room which houses the computers that monitors the outside, control the security systems and scans the surrounding area. [Javid]”Caiden huh? I thought you like ‘Mouse’, Mouse.” Javid says as he enters the control room, only to stand in silence to see the place is well equipped. He never thought that Mouse is capable for such feat, but now he knows that this rat means business. [Javid]”so.. Nice place.. And did you used Jim’s money to buy that girl new outfits?” He enquire while giving him a rather threatening look, he does not tolerate betrayal; especially not one that involves Jim. [Mouse]”Alright before you hurl something that taste like metal at my cranium, let me defend my life with another explanation. She’s a smart girl, and I do mean smart. She’s a smart slum girl; you see where I am getting at? She can’t get good stuff and she can’t get a government loan to continue her studies to get a better life. So think of it this way, I am investing Sparky’s money, for someone who can run a company, and make us more money. She’s even better at this job than The Mouse, so I think it’s a great investment, which will be beneficial for Sparky in the long run. Okay now you may swing something at my head if you think that isn’t good enough. Javid just stands there again, a bit pissed but he knows that Jim needs every insurance he can get and Mouse got a point, with Jim being a being from another world and all.. [Javid]”Fine. But that didn’t justify why she gets new branded clothes while the rest of these people eating a canned sardine” Mouse chuckles at the question before answering, [Mouse]”Well you may not like girls, but I do.” Mouse retorted, and ends up with a swift metal rod hitting the side of his head. [Mouse]”ouch.. Should’ve kept my mouth shut.. Anyway.. Back to business.” He says, rubbing his head to feel a bulge from the hit. [Javid]”What business? I thought you had everything covered?” [Mouse]”Well I got the equipment ordered and delivered, our trusty Miss Karen got the operation supervised, buuut we need extra precaution.” Two badly dressed men approaches Mouse and Javid, carrying a heavy-looking bag filled with spear-like objects. Mouse dismisses them as soon as they dropped the bag next to Javid. [Mouse]”These are our fences. I need you to get these planted around the camp early morning tomorrow. I’d ask the guys but they can’t really navigate through the jungle as well as we need them to be.. So it’s up to you to sneak around and plant these around the camp. Just jab them into the ground—sharp end down and you’re done.” Mouse instructed Javid, being bossier than his usual self. Of course, the large investment at hand, Mouse can’t afford to screw it up and it’s Javid’s cross to bear. Javid gave him an angered glare, and swiftly landing his metal rod on the top of Mouse skull but not as hard as his previous hit, just enough to hurt the bloody rat. He then picks up the bag and head for his bunk and just because he had to do it, doesn’t mean he got to be happy about it. Just as Javid exited the control room, a panel lights up as if asking for Mouse to press the button, which he did only to sigh in relief. It was a news feed about massive animal rampage around Lorewall, something he expect where he is now but NOT at the city. The two operators in the control room gives Mouse a worried glance, and Mouse immediately terminate the news feeds. [Mouse]”What you just saw.. Don’t tell anyone okay? These people are going to worry about their family and we can’t afford them leaving. I’ll have my contacts in the city to check out on your families, and theirs. So.. Keep this news to ourselves.” Mouse instructed the two operators while he wipes his sweat off his forehead, clearly troubled by the news. The two operators gives him an acknowledging nod, taking his words seriously while Mouse make his exits from the control room.

SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder, still in his black silk jammy’s stood up as NAtasha marched at him ‘awww shit..’ he thought to himself, he looked down and noticed a severed arm on the ground, he quickly kicked some snow over it and acted like it wasnt there while he ushered his animals to get behind him, even though it was a futile attempt…how could his body…hide a bunch of bears and wolves…(Cinder) “Uhhh….ummmm….I dont know what your on about…what is this ‘zoo’ you speak of…” It seemed his violent mood swings had gotten the better of him yet again…he wasnt the demented maniac that she saw at the embassy, he almost seemed normal, but that could change at the drop of a hat. “And dont wiggle that finger at me…ill bite the summa bitch off…” Cinder snapped his jaws, blackfire pouring from his mouth as he bared his ivory fangs with a playful smile and chuckle, stil trying to hide his animals.

NatashaNarishnakov: -When Cinder threatened to bite off her finger she curled it back into her fist and then glared up at him as she saw he was standing in the street in his pyjamas. (Natasha)”Don’tz youz dhreatenz do bitez off my vingerz”-she said, and then peered at the animals that he was trying to hide behind him. (Natasha)”Lookz…you…*she stammered getting angry*…dhem petz…makez mezz of dhe zity. And interupttedz…my dinner”-she would stomp her foot in the..snow and then look up at him. She was now radiating a flame like aura around her….and it was almost like when she was angry, she flamed up…as another group of terrified shoppers ran past.

SothisRaWintersunII: “Dinner huh….hmmm…” Cinder shooed away his pets and they scurried off to lay in the snow, afterwards he licked his thumb and forefinger then pressed them on a flame that had formed on her shoulder, his saliva sizzled as it touched the flame. “You uhhh…seem to be spontaneousley combusting…” Cinder looked around the plaza and spoted a mens wear shop, he busted in through the doors and snatched up a suit, he tossed off his pajama’s and slipped into his little black and white suit then trotted on back outside and up to Natasha, where he gave a slight bow and held out his hand. “Well then if you wich to get back to you meal I shall like to join you….if you will let me…” Cinder smiled as his snow white locks fell over his shoulder and into his face.

AidenArius: On his way out, Mouse bumped into Karen who was carrying some files for her to oversee the budget spending, that is up until she dropped it because of Mouse and his distracted thoughts. [Karen]”oh! Oh! I’m sorry Sir Caiden. I-I didn’t see you there. I’m so sorry” Karen panicked as she picks up her file, thinking she might lose her job because she has low self-esteem issue. [Mouse]”You can relax. It takes two not to tango; it’s partially my fault too for not seeing you.” Mouse said before kneeling down to help her collect the files. The two looked at each other in the eye—by accident I assure you—and awkward silence fell in between them before Karen breaks away and stood up, covering her blush, followed by Mouse whose grinning like an idiot. [Mouse]”By the way, how’s our budget holding up? Can we make it till we find what we’re looking for? Because The Mouse doesn’t do numbers, at least not that much”. [Karen]”oh. Oh! Well, from my calculation, we have enough supply to last at least a month without the need to restock our food and power supply. But we can get our food from wild animals here, so that leaves power supply as our only issue. The workers agreed for our small payouts so we won’t run out of money that fast.” Says the woman before she fixes her glasses, nodding randomly and kept her eyes down. [Mouse]”Well we won’t have to worry about power either, I got friends who err.. Work with the power company—Sort of. Well.. Keep up the good work Miss Karen.” Mouse then make his way to Javid, climbing half way to Javid’s top bunk and whispers the information to him. [Mouse]”Hey, apparently there’s some kind of animal outbreak in the city, they went on rampage and stuff. You think Jim gonna be alright out there?” [Javid]”It’s Jim we’re talking about. He might just fry them and eat them. Now let me sleep.” Javid turns to the side, facing away from Mouse but his worries for Jim increases. Not only Jim’s alone with a predatory female in wig, but he also have to deal with Lisega’s finest wild beasts.

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha in her moment of rage, had flared up, to the point she had flames on her shoulders, which Cinder put out with her fingers. She suddenly realised what she was doing and closed her eyes counting slowly as her body seemed to change colour and the flames were extinguished. (Natasha)”I don’tz knowz vhy I do dhat”-she shook her head and then the next thing she knew, Cinder had gone into a men’s store and had gotten hold of a tux, looking dashing as he wished to take her back to her meal. She leant sideways at the “pets” and said firmly- (Natasha)”Dhey ztayz outzide dill ve finishedz”- She would reach for his hand and pull him along behind her to the restaurant, which was now clear of patrons, and her pork had been recooked and was waiting. If he followed her, she would like to have him sit opposite her and share in a meal. (Natasha)”Youz probablyz…vonderingz vhy I amz in Lorewall. *she toyed with her fork in her meal*…I ‘ad do zee Kane about vork…and dhat in dhree dayz…zo….Zinderz?”- she would look up at him, the soft candlelight radiating upon her alabaster skin. (Natasha)”I knowz you lovez your new homez….but I needz do come homez ‘ere and vorkz. Vhat I amz drying do zay iz…do you vant mez in dhe Northz vith youz…I mean, reallyz…do I meanz enoughz….do keepz me?”

SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder nodded at Natasha “Of course…” He looked over his shoulder and waved a hand at them telling them to stay there. Moments later he was tugged into the restraun, his brow crinkled slightly at the smell of whatever was bieng cooked. “So what do they call these places…” He said as he looked at the slab of meet on her plate while sliding into the seat across from her. “Honestly ive gotten used to you walking out randomly…it doesnt come as a shock…” Cinder folded his hands on the table and blew out the candles, only to re-lite them with a glowing black and silver flame. “I know what its like to be dragged away by work and duties….” HE looked at her, his cold crystaline eyes penetrating through the mild darkness and into hers. “Also this place can offer more for you than my ‘ice kingdom’….im afraid all I do is sit and read…sometimes stare out into the land, and besides I dont see anything stopping me from coming here….yes you mean enough to keep…” Cinder reached over to the table across him and snatched up a glass of some sort of wine then began taking sips of it.

AidenArius: Whilst the workers are busy with getting their supper, Mouse lies down on his bed, the lower bunk underneath Javid’s. He pulls out his cellphone out of his pocket and dials for someone. [Mouse]”Hey Greg, you saw the news about the animal’s rampage? Yeah I’m alright; I’m out of Lorewall anyway. Look, I need a favor man. I need you to head to my place, find an envelope; it has copies of the workers name I hired. I just need you to check on their families, to know if they’re alright. We can’t have these guys running off, y’know. Ugh.. Yeah I’m alright; just a little stressed out. We hadn’t even begun searching out yet and this shit happens. Yeah it doesn’t affect me directly but I’m going to need the guys, and this bullshit is gonna make them run off home. Oh yeah.. I’m gonna need you to head to the airfield, and find a log about me and Jave paying for a chopper. Hm? Just erase it and every trace that points to us or the chopper. Can’t have them tracking this place right? Wait.. You’re with a woman now? God at least warn me you asshole. Go fuck your woman then, it’s late anyway. I’m counting on you man.” Mouse hangs up the cell with a press of a button after the long talk, with Javid overhearing the whole conversation—or at least Mouse’s side of the conversation. [Javid]”You know it’s not a good idea to hide things from your helps right?” [Mouse]”I know man.. But this is our break, MY break. We do this right, we’ll get rich. I’m selfish.. I know.. fuck it. I’m going to sleep man, goodnight Jave.” Says The Mouse, sounding a bit tired and unenthusiastic unlike his usual self and Javid silently acknowledged him. Javid closes his eyes to sleep because he got work to do in the morning.

NatashaNarishnakov: -She gazed up into Cinder’s cold crystaline eyes, as he would snuff out the ordinary flame and relight it with the black flame. He seemed to understand her more than she realised, and also, she started to think, that maybe in her mad rush, her crazy existance, that she should be more thoughtful of him. She cut a slice of meat from her plate and using the fork, she offered him a bite of the delicious meat, sharing her food, which in some cultures is considered an act of love. If he bit it off, she would smile, and say- (Natasha)”Dhen, I be yourz, Zinderz. Bez itz ‘ere…or in dhe icez kingdomz. I vill lovez youz” -Natasha had never said this to anyone before….the Russian, was falling in love with the Etherician-

SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder rolled out a fraction of his abnormally long tounge and wrapped it around hte piece of meet then pulled it into his mouth, he chewed it slowly for a moment taking in the flavor before swallowing “Interesting……and what I mean by I know where you are coming fromm…..back in the Ethraverse when my parents where away….I was the man of that place….I was declared emperor for a while and was constantly bieng pulled away from my family and friends to handle imperial buisness….” Cinder blew a lock of snow white hair out of his face and smiled at her before dipping his chin, a geasture that had many meanings where he came from “I’m glad…I will love you…” Cinder brought his glass of wine to his lips and took another sip.

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Crystal Ball – New from Dead Nation on CD

03 Monday Dec 2012

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Strands of my web.

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December 02, 2012 02:07PM
Roleplay Live : Group : The Carrendar DynastyDead Nation

Crystal Ball.

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CharlotteCarrendar: The mask was rubbing against the surface of her skin, and she reached up to scratch, but her fingers came down on the mask surface. Raven had many questions, but sadly Rider didn’t have the answers that she sought. The three brothers were one of few businesses that did trade with the flusher men and women. To Raven, this meant that they were looked down upon by the society of the tunnels. She thought this was wrong, and that anyone should be able to shop anywhere. Refusing service to such kind people. Why were things like that? Raven lowered her hand, and gripped the side of the Oytugh. Raven’s deductions were on to something when it came to the Butcher and the three brothers. Course, there was only one way to find out. Raven had already offered to work for them. That had bore no fruit. Now she turned her mind to her kin, and her grandfather. Getting papers was paramount. She apologised to Rider. “Perhaps I am over thinking things. My mind seems cluttered, and no sooner has one issue gone, another piles up in its place.” On reaching the home of Rider, Raven was offered a hand to allow her to dismount. Swinging her leg over, she then dropped down, squarely on her feet, and waited for Rider to take them inside <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -As Rider would begin to trek back to her house would she let out a yawn before saying to Raven-(Rider)”I really wished I could show you the other side of my job but it wasn’t in the cards for the morning shift….*yawn*…I really wanted you to see the deeper tunnels and probably the so called meats of the sewers…*yawn*…can you tell your or….*yawn* should I say our family to be a bit quiet if they wake up….*yawn*…I don’t know when they might call me again to go back to work or if I’m lucky no work for the entire day…*yawn*…But that depends on the task master of this town.” –Rider would attempt to open the door to her home as quietly as possible before trying to tip toe back to her bed as Rider attempted to lay her head back onto her bed. As the beginning of noon would come about as the hustle and bustle of the markets grew anew with the promise of new inventory for most shops and fresh food for others.-

CharlotteCarrendar: Rider was worn out from the morning’s work, yawning her head off, as she made her way to the front door of her home. Giving instructions on how she wanted the other siblings and her Grandfather to be quiet while she got some sleep. Fair enough too, since she had gotten up so early, and taken Raven out to work on the back on the Otyugh. Raven stood and watched Rider enter the house, whilst her brother’s and sisters, her cousin and Grandfather were still sleeping. When she closed the door, Raven turned around, the voice of Rider filling her head with ideas. Deeper tunnels, and the meat of the Sewers? Did she mean the slaves that were once the surface dwellers of Lacardis? Raven was still wearing her mask and tattered robes. Well disguised, but she could hear the hustle and bustle of the markets and this drew her, like a moth to flames. She took a few steps out onto the road, and wandered up towards the market stalls. <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Ahh the hustle and bustle of the town coming alive at the fresh new stock of goods being delivered by numerous trades and traveling merchants with their various carts selling their wares to the stores while some delivered their shipment to their employers and bringing various fresh fruit, fish and meat. While others brought materials and ores to the blacksmith to begin making new weapons, armors, chains, rivets and even hinges. The various pieces of wood being sent to the carpenters as the carpenters would be putting the finishing touches on a newly crafted door and even cabinets. While some cooks are even busy starting to bake some of their confectionaries and pastries it was almost like any other shop on the surface well except the artificial sky and sun on the sewer tunnels…Other than that most of the shops seemed normal in an odd sense shops with customers coming and going, some stuffing their mouths with some food, but while all this hustle and bustle was going on there was almost an odd silence coming from the Axe, Dagger, Eye shop not a peep or sound was coming out from that shop not even people were there in fact it seemed like a slow day for that shop for no one even approached not even the flush men or women but then again most of them are at the Down the drain shop using it as a boarding house but rather than rooms they actually sleep underneath make shift igloos of well cloths no one in this shop too bothered to open up their store and besides a badly made thrift store is still a badly made thrift store and who else would buy their wares well except themselves. As the various flush men and women slept underneath the piles of clothes only waking up when the time to go on their next shift comes around and who knows when that will be. –

CharlotteCarrendar: – Her identity hidden behind the mask, and wearing the tattered robes that were acquaired from one of the down the drain store, Raven seemed to be able to become almost invisible to those other tunnel dwellers, that were going about their lives. The market thrived, with all manner of produce being bought and sold. The scent in the air, of food cooking, in one direction, then in the other, the smell of fresh timber, having being cut and made into either doors or finely crafted pieces of furniture. Crowds passed Raven, and gave her wide birth. Maybe she smelt the same as an Oytugh. Who knew? But the important thing was, that she bring no attention onto herself. So she kept her head down, her hood covering the sides of her face, the mask obscuring people’s view of her. Raven was just another mask in the crowd. But it was not the shops doing a roaring trade, that sparked her interest. No. It was the Axe, Dagger, Eye shop, that was oddly quiet. For all the people that were doing their morning shopping, none seemed to want to grace the Axe, Dagger, Eye shop with its patronage. Raven quickly looked left and right, before crossing over a small water outlet and then made her way towards the shop. ~Maybe they are inside asleep~ she thought to herself, entering the front doors, and looked about. Where could the brothers Three be?” <3>

DarksiedtheLegend: -Somewhere in the back room of the Axe, Dagger, Eye shop just beyond the counter of the meats and food counter of the Executioner, right next to that open door was the back room and there the trio of brothers were gathered and huddled together over a crystal ball as the third brother known as The Seer spoke-(Seer)”Our master is free…” –The second brother interrupted the third-(Jester)”And finally the age old promise is fulfilled that means…” –The first brother then took his turn-(Executioner)”That means we can challenge the ancients…” (Seer)”The risks might be too great” (Jester)”But it’s getting boring down here.” (Executioner)”Anything worth doing is has its risks.” (Seer)”Our power will finally be drawn out through our artifacts..” (Jester)”Our enjoyment” (Executioner)”And even through our carnage.” (Seer)”Will our power enfold but the time is too early” (Jester)”But we must act cautiously to act to soon will seal our fates” (Executioner)”Before we strike at them,” (Seer, Executioner and Jester)”Now and forever we are loyal humble servants of the one true Sied.” –And at the crystal ball was the image of a being in red armour-(???? ???)”Yes, We are all servants of the one true Sied even those who doesn’t even know the one true Sied… Our power would be revered among the other clans once again but only if we can complete the ritual.” –Somewhere in the heart of the underworld a meeting of masked beings has gone underway, this group of msked beings are the higher echelons of the masked clans this group is also known as the Society or better yet the inner circle of the one True Sied as one of the beings wearing a black mask would stand up and declare to its comrades its findings-(?)”Turmoil on this planet has been going on for far too long and it seems like certain clans are planning to aid this planet’s inhabitants while my findings are hasty; I must inform that we should not draw attention to ourselves to is our way, our tradition our life. Even though this planet’s inhabitants are at war and it is a direct conflict to our beliefs so I am requesting an order to be issued to all the clans on the planet that is currently in a state of war that none of them should act the hero or even be the savior of these beings.” –Another being would stand up this one wearing a blue mask would speak with a feminine voice-(???) “You are not suggesting that one of the clans on this planet is in direct violation of our way of life are you?” –The black masked being stood up again to respond-(?)”I am not suggesting that, what I am suggesting is that some of the clans has started forgetting their roots and might do something foolish.” –The blue masked being stood up to speak again but this time in a masculine voice-(???) “Surely you must be mistaken for how does one forget their roots especially when our roots are one full of hardships and misery, that in itself is hard to do.” –Then a being in a green mask stood up to speak in almost a Hindu accent-(????)”Enough with this bickering, we must go to the latest order that has been presented to us.” –The blue masked being with return to a feminine voice as it replied-(???)”And why should we move to a new topic when we have yet to settle this one?” –The green masked being would then reply in the same Hindu accent-(???)”Because it involves a child named Raven born with black liquid in her and she is on the dead planet Lacardis.” –This made both the blue and black masked being take their seats while other members would being shouting among themselves while others were in disbelief, others were questioning it-(???????) “IMPOSSIBLE!!! A CHILD?!! HOW DID IT END UP IN HER?!!!”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Taking cautious steps, Raven enters the shop of the three brothers, Axe, Dagger, Eye. With her mask well secured, and her hood up covering her hair, she is able to continue to keep up the disguise of who she is. There is a reason why she chose to enter the shop now. Raven had not given up hope, of finding some sort of employ with the Three brothers. There was something about them. She could not put her finger on it, but part of her thinks that they know more about the surface and the planet than they let on. Raven made her way in further, and then she overhead a voice. -(???? ???)”Yes, We are all servants of the one true Sied even those who doesn’t even know the one true Sied… Our power would be revered among the other clans once again but only if we can complete the ritual.” Raven stopped dead in her tracks. That was not the voice of any of the brothers. She didn’t mean to over hear it, but curiosity drove her further, towards the open door. Fingers on the frame, she peered in. There she saw the three brothers, huddled over a crystal ball, that contained the image of a being in red armour. It was that image that spoke. Raven gasped, and then turned near tripping on the end of the meat stall table. Fearing she had been heard, she made a mad dash for the door to the shop <3>

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Dial M for Murder – The Series (An Abba Tribute.)

02 Sunday Dec 2012

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April 03, 2012 09:28PM
Dial M for Murder
Katu’s Anatomy: The Prequel
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SyndiAyani: –A midnight black sedan with heavily tinted windows flew into the hospital parking lot at a speed that would have gotten the driver pulled over if a police officer had been anywhere near it. It was going at least twenty miles per hour over the speed limit, and did not even slow down when it turned into the parking lot. The car weaved with expertise through the lot and suddenly made a sharp and abrupt turn into the spot marked “Reserved for: Head of Paediatrics . About two seconds later the driver’s door swung open, almost hitting the car parked next to it, and a woman, Doctor Ayani Katu, stepped out quickly. She wore light green scrubs, and white keds and her raven black hair was pulled into a ponytail that held securely on her head. Her eyes were a beautiful and deep blue-green like the ocean, and showed distress and frustration in them. She reached back into the car and pulled out her lab coat and purse. A light blue stethoscope was hanging out of the pocket of her lab coat. When she moved to lift her head out of the car, she instead hit the roof of her car- “Damn it!” -She yelled aloud, rubbing the back of her head and making sure she was not bleeding anywhere. She slammed her car door and made a run for the main entrance of the large hospital building- “I am so fricking late!” -She said through her breath as she ran as fast as she could into the hospital building. She had gotten the emergency call this morning, at around 7 o’clock. An accident had sent a yellow school bus in flames on the side of a road, and 2 of the 12 children were heavily burned, and needed to be treated immediately. Some of the other 10 children had injuries, however these two had gotten stuck in the fire, and they were burned severely. She had to get up, changed, and to the hospital immediately. She opened the hospital doors and ran straight trough the halls straight to her office, only to throw her lab coat and purse on the couch in the corner. She barely stopped running to do so. Her intern, Meli a fresh out of med school student who was impecibally skilled when it came to being a doctor, but sometimes she was incredibly annoying, was waiting for her in her office, Meli stood up when she saw the door pen and close quickly- (Meli) “Dr. Katu! You’re late! What can I do to assist you? Would you like me to go wait for the ambulances to get here?” -Dr. Katu shook her head and slowed to a run. She called to the intern behind her without turning around- (Dr. Katu) “No, I want you to get my team of nurses and doctors. It’s gonna be a long morning.” -With that, she broke into a run again, heading downstairs to the emergency room-~Eliles Kitteh~: -Morcal held his daughter by her waist careful of the slowly starting to become visible bump over her belly. His daughter held onto the sides of the shuttle door while he tried to ever so gently pry her from the care, “Eliles, now, sweet heart, this is a different world, and you know it would make I, Taru, Charlotte, and your mate, that much happier if you would only see a doctor, if only for an hour,” Morcal said trying to sooth his child. “Bloody hell! I would rather no’ find oout what those bloody machines might do to me baby!” she shrieked. The Driver of the shuttle was finding the whole moment to be a hoot and was trying his damnedest not to laugh his ass off in front of the black haired male that was Eliles’s father. Morcal wasn’t very tall, about five foot eight. When one saw his black hair, it was like looking at a vast space of unholy darkness, but, he was a holy creature and his wings and tail matched his long braided hair. His daughter was much smaller, only about five feet tall with long curly grey hair and black wings like his own. Both share shimmering purple star field eyes that spun wildly as the argued. “So Help me Eliles, I will take this machine inside with us if you do not let it go!” her father snapped. Eliles whined she didn’t appear to believe him and gripped tighter to the metal frame the vehicle causing dents. It was just at that moment that Blue Bell, the infamous cow nurse with high protein milk that was great for healing patients was passing by, she had no idea what to say to that seen as the older male feline who’s facile features suggested being in his late thirties. Instead for once she wasn’t late, she made her way inside the hospital calling to the front desk lady, “did you know that a government shuttle is out front and two cat people seem to be fighting about coming in here?” she said. Blue Bell had large floppy ears, brown hair, and brown eyes. She wasn’t thin, but wasn’t exactly fat either, somewhere in between complete with costume made heels to fit her large feet and her shirt special ordered to fit the large breasts that bounced as she walked-
CharlotteCarrendar:- The news crew was already stationed outside the hospital, as the on the spot reporter for LCN was stubbing out her cigarette, and placing on her interview jacket over her casual day clothes. (Nancy Pickles)”Got us patched through to the studio…can you hear me there, Boss?” -she wiggled the ear phone that was in her right ear as her director fed her the latest update live from the LCN news chopper that was high above Lorewall.- “Right right…” -The camera man nodded, refocusing the lens, as the producer with her trusty clip board, counted down..(Producer)”In..five…four…three…two…and…*she pointed sharply at Nancy, who suddenly beamed a huge smile at the camera, the lighting man directing his lights at her. (Nancy Pickles)”Good Morning Lorewall, and this is your on the spot reporter, Nancy Pickles, coming to you live from Lorewall Medical Practise, where as you can see behind me, a row of ambulances, ferrying in the injured and possibly dying young kiddies from today’s tragic bus accident on highway fifty four in the wee hours of this morning. “- she placed her hand back up to her ear piece and nodded as she was getting more word in from the chopper. “Reports from bystanders and the rescue teams say that twelve children are heavily burned, and we can only hope that our brave…brave team here at Lorewall Medical, can save these poor defenceless little kids lives…and…make them whole once more….WAIT…I think that is one of the emergency team staff….Doctor…Doctor…could you please give us an update on the crisis?!”- The doctor who suddenly was swarmed by the waiting throng of media, and Nancy’s microphone, looked stunned like a parrot on LSD. (Doctor AL)”Just got in from my morning game of golf with the CEO of Lorewall pharmaceuticals….was going to grab a bite in the cafe…what is all this fuss?…You.you there…..get that..get that camera out of my face…”- he stammered. Out from the sliding doors of the emergency unit, Nurse Pene, our wonderful angel of the burns unit came flying, her white scuffs a blur as she ran out and pushed her way through the throng of media. (Penelope)”Dr AL…emergency…quick quick…oh…Nancy Pickles..*she looks at the camera* ..HI MOM!”- Dr Al drops his set of Golf clubs, his gums flapping when he sees all the ambulances. (Dr Al)”EMERGENCY…Quick Nurse Pene…we need to get scrubbed up!”- Penelope nods and then grabs the microphone from Nancy Pickles- (Penelope)”Don’t eat the Mac cheese!”- The two medics would then run, knocking over the set of golf clubs, as they bolted into the emergency unit, the doors just flying open in time. <c>The scene in the foyer of the hospital was bedlam, not only with the oncoming of the burns victims, but there had also been an outbreak of food poisoning from Ching Wan’s Wox Box Restaurant. A line up was at the admissions desk, people holding sick bags and buckets, moans and groans, such….a tragedy and such a stench, as the cleaners were struggling to mop up the vomit. (Cleaner Joe)”Oi….hold ya goddam bucket, will ya?…My mop can only clean so much!” ~swish swish slop swish~ Nurse Betty rounded the corner, her buxom breasts jutting from her skin tight nurses outfit. (Nurse Betty)”Gosh…look at all the….sick people. Hello…patients…you need to fill in your forms before the doctors will see you. Make two nice lines and….eww..you chucked on the floor…Oh…I almost got chunks of carrot on my crisp clean uniform….I should have listened to my mother and been a porn star…this is all so gross.”- She tiptoed over the vomit as the Cleaner grumbled and tried to clean the muck with his mop. Nurse Grace ran past with a pile of clip boards and shouted. (Nurse Grace)”We got a pregnant kitty girl…will someone deal with that?” -her hair slipping out from under her cap and out her ponytail, she looked totally frazzled. (Nurse Grace)”BLUEBELL…take her case will you?!” <3>

SyndilAyani: -Meli ran like a woman on a mission through the halls of the hospital, dialling pager number and hunting down the team of experts that Dr. Katu had requested. She knew if Dr. Katu didn’t have the right staff by her side, she would take it out on Meli and she certainly didn’t want that. As she ran, she passed the head of cosmetic and plastics. One very handsome Dr. Marshall walked out of a patients room, and she almost ran right into one of the cleaners in the main lobby of the hospital that was cleaning up all sorts of vomit from the tragic outbreak of food poisoning from that disgusting Chinese restaurant down the road. She skidded to a halt just before overturning the cleaner, and the mop bucked full of puke. She turned around and her eyes rested on Dr. Eric Marshall. She went woozy for just a second but then remembered her task- (Meli) “Dr. Marshall, Dr. Katu is going to need you in the emergency room immediately. 2 severe burn victims and 10 others are severely injured. Go now!” -She called the last bit over her shoulder and began power walking through the lobby until she saw Nurse Penelope and Dr. Al running inside the doors from outside. She called to them- (Meli) “Nurse Penelope and Dr. Al, Dr. Katu needs you immediately in the ER. Go quickly!” -She didn’t know whether they had heard her or not but she hoped so. She began running through the halls of the hospital, and found Nurse Pat, and Nurse Katy. The two were chitchatting in the hallway, doing nothing and completely ignoring their pagers. Meli shook her head, if Dr. Katu knew how lazy these nurses were when they were not with patients, she would probably take them off of her service- (Meli) “HEY! Pat and Katy!” -She yelled at them loudly. Both of the women stopped talking and turned around to face Meli- (Nurse Pat) “Annoying intern dead ahead” -Nurse Pat whispered quietly to Nurse Katy. Nurse Katy giggled, but both women then looked at the urgent look on Meli’s face- (Meli) “You both are awful you know that? Why don’t you answer your pagers when there is a huge emergency heading here right now?! Dr. Katu needs both of you with the surgical team in the emergency room right now! Go, and RUN there!” -She yelled at them and watched as the two of them picked up their pagers and began walking quickly towards the emergency room- <c>

SyndilAyani: -Back in the emergency room, Dr. Katu was scrubbed up and waiting for the ambulances to bring the two critical children to the back doors of the emergency room. She tapped her heels on the floor impatiently. If Meli was going to be this slow she was going to fire her on the spot. Two ambulances pulled up to the rear doors as Dr. Marshall exited the hospital building to wait alongside Dr. Katu. She gave him a once-over and then began walking forward to get the information on the patient in the first ambulance  (Dr. Katu) “Marshall, you should have been here eight minutes ago. What the hell was the hold up?” -She called to him over her shoulder. She was frustrated, not so much at him, but at the stress she was being put under and the lack of a team being here when they needed to be- (Dr. Marshall) “Babe, don’t get those panties in a twist, I got here as fast as I could” -He winked at her as she turned around to glare at him but instead she rolled her eyes- (Dr. Marshall) “And call me Eric.” -Dr. Katu would have slapped him clear across the face of she wasn’t in an emergency situation at the moment. The ambulance doors opened and a terrified looking boy, covered in a fire blanket with horrible third degree fire burns on his face was strapped onto a gurney, about to be wheeled out of the ambulance and inside. The emergency responder that was in the back with him lept out and handed Dr. Katu a clipboard- (EMT Rick) “Tyson Goodbee, 9 years old, second and third degree burns throughout his body. The worst are on his thighs and stomach from what I’ve seen, so we’re thinking there are more around the groin area as well.” -He spoke calmly to Dr. Katu who was nodding at his words but then her eyes widened, and she began screaming at him- (Dr. Katu) “WHAT KIND OF EMT ARE YOU?! YOU CHECK THOSE AREAS IF YOU SUSPECT THEM. IDIOT!!!” -She shoved him away and began running with the boy in the gurney into the hospital building. She handed the clipboard over to Dr. Marshall- (Dr. Katu) “Trauma one.” -She pointed him to the room and ran back outside toward the second ambulance- <e>

Stephanie~Eliles Kitteh~: -Nurse Bluebell nearly shouted at Nurse Grace, “what, I can’t take a pregnancy case, her file just says she’s here for an ultra sound, I’d be much more useful in Trauma right now Mooooo!!” she shouted at her even as she was already making a huge fuss of having to walk back outside. Poor Morcal had his foot firmly planted on the side of the shuttle and had completely forgotten about being gentle as he had both his arms wrapped around her waist, “let go!” he snapped, “never!” she snapped back. With each tug the vehicle would tilt to the side that which Morcal was pulling. The shuttle driver was beyond thinking this was funny and was kind of afraid for his life as the car would be lifted up on two sets of wheels. Bluebell stared at the situation with a blank look that made her think of this was more like a joke then any serious appointment to see how a female cat’s pregnancy was going. Instead she turned around walked back into the hospital and said, “ when her father actually gets her in the Building I’ll take her case, if I’m elbow deep in something else, sorry someone else will have to take over,” she then made her way towards trauma where the big fuss was going on about the kids that had been caught in a bus accident, making her way pass the food poisoning victims.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- In the emergency room, Doctor Katu was not wasting anytime, busy scrubbing up as the operating theatre staff filed in through the doors, including Dr Al and Nurse Penelope. The situation in the emergency ward was grim, the howls and cries of terrified and injured children, tore at the heartstrings of many of the staff. Doors burst open, parents, grandparents and carers, all came in and up to the emergency desk, where Nurse Grace had been handing out the files to each of the staff on call, some had even come in from other hospitals in the city to assist with the crisis. Angry, distraut voices of the loved ones, begging for information, and direction to their young children had Nurse Grace in a tizz. (Nurse Grace)”Please…can you all be patient with us. Those of you with children here, we need you to wait in the lounge, as we have our teams work on the most critical and ensure all our patients are treated immediately. Some are going to be operated on shortly as the teams are getting ready.” Nurse Betty swans in and with the finesse of a game show prize presenter, she uses her hands to direct the parents and carers, motioning towards the doors of the patient lounge. (Nurse Betty)”Sally will be along with the tea trolley in just a moment, do come this way. Thats the ticket, let the good emergency teams do their jobs, or your kiddies may die.” – Well, she stated the bleeding obvious, to which some of the mothers broke down and sobbed, being led into the lounge by rather angry looking husbands. Nurse Betty smiled brightly and handed out copies of the bible, to each passing set of parents. <c>

Back in the operating theatres, Nurse Betty, Doctor Al and another eight staff, including Doctor Mason, who was the anaesthesiologist  were scrubbing up furiously, as nurses were applying facial masks to the leading teams. Their arms lathered up and finally ready, each raised their hands up and turned to walk backwards through the operating theatre doors. Doctor Al nodded to Doctor Katu, who was doing a lot of yelling this morning. He bumped Doctor Mason, who was seating himself at the head of the operating table, ready to administer the anaesthesia directly to the nine year old boy, Tyson Goodbee. (Doctor Mason)”Now, Son….I want you to count to five for me please?” -as he held the mask and placed it over the boy’s nose and mouth. Glancing up, Doctor Mason frowned at Doctor Al. (Doctor Mason)”Can I smell beer on your breath?” Nurse Penelope was preparing the surgical instruments, as another nurse brought in a cart with skin graphs, ready to be administered, for Doctor Katu. (Nurse Childs)”Ready with the skins, Doctor Katu.”- she said, her voice muffled by her mask. (Doctor Al)”Er…its a new cologne…called “Cheers”…makes you smell like you had a few beers.” -he lied, leaning over and almost placing his hand right on top of the graphs. The foyer was now a right mess, as the Cleaner was leaning on his mop, having a smoke just outside the doors, and would whistle loudly as Bluebell would come trotting up to go back inside. (Cleaner Joe)”Bluebell…you could squirt your jugs in my coffee any day of the week.” he lewdly suggested. <e>

SyndilAyani: -Doctor Katu was thankful she did not have to walk through the swarm of parents and loved ones of the poor children that had all come to the hospital. In the scrub room she stood next to Dr. Marshall who would be placing the skin graphs after she was finished cleaning the burns. She scrubbed her arms vigorously, not missing a spot, and then washed quickly. She pushed the door open with her backside and let the scrub nurses help her to put on the sterile gown and gloves. She was about to put her mask on when she breathed in and smelled the stench of a man’s breath mixed with alcohol. She turned and looked around, breathing the awful scent in deeply to try and figure out who it was. Her eyes rested on Dr. Al, and they narrowed in the worst of glares at him. Without taking her eyes off of the surgeon, she said to Nurse Penelope- (Dr. Katu) “Please page Dr. Julis in here immediately.” -Her voice had an edge to it that only happened when she was furious with someone. She tried to keep her composure in front of her surgical staff, that now had to wait for this problem to be solved before they could go any further- (Dr. Katu) “I hope golf went well this morning Dr. Al. Tell me please, were you drinking this morning knowing you were on call?” -Doctor Katu asked him in the calmest way she could. She did not wait for his response to start cleaning the wounds, she would not need a first assist until Dr. Marshall started the skin graphs. (Doctor Katu) “Cloths, and the saline  now.” -She said harshly to Nurse Pat- (Nurse Pat) “Yes m’am.” -She hurriedly brought Doctor Katu five syringes filled with a saline mixture, and the surgical cloths that she was going to need to clean the flesh wounds. Doctor Katu looked at Doctor Mason before she began the procedure- (Dr. Katu) “Watch him carefully Mason, he cannot wake up. I hope you measured the proper amount of anestesia for him, we cannot afford a mistake. These are children.” -Then she turned to Dr. Marshall, who was staring at her chest, even though the were completely covered with the surgical gown. She clapped her hands in his face- (Dr. Katu) “FOCUS!” -She yelled- <c>

SyndilAyani: -Meli was pushing her way through the sea of parents to get back to the emergency room and into trauma room two where their second critical patient was. She burst through the door of the room where they were prepping a little girl for an emergency skin graph, as well as an appendectomy  The little girl was holding the place on her body where her appendix was on the inside. She picked up the girl’s chart, and saw the MRI and CT scans. They showed that her appendix had burst during the accident. Little Renee Boswell, and she was only seven years old. Meli watched as Nurse Katy prepped the girl for surgery, but flinched because of the sound of her screaming. It broke both of their hearts. The monitor for Renee’s blood pressure on the wall began beeping rapidly, and her LCD was going frantic until suddenly she flat lined. Meli ran over to the defibilator station and Nurse Katy began clearing the area on her body that needed to be shocked- (Meli) “Charging” -She rubbed the paddles together in a rapid motion, not once missing a beat- (Meli) “CLEAR!” -She shouted at Nurse Katy. Over the next ten minutes they repeated this process four more times, each time going up 50 volts because that was all that was allowed for a child of Renee’s age and size. Finally after she was shocked te fifth time, Nurse Katy looked at Meli with sad eyes- (Nurse Katy) “It’s been ten minutes, dear. She is gone” -Nurse Katy said grimly. Meli put the paddles back on the station and screamed- “DAMNIT!” -She swung the door of the trauma room open and ran through the halls until she reached OR 1. She put a mask on her face and burst into the scrub room and knocked on the glass panel. She saw Doctor Katu did not look up from her work but instead motioned with her head for Meli to open the door. Meli opened the door to the operating room slowly- (Meli) “Doctor Katu, we need you too call a TOD. We lost Renee.” -When Doctor Katu heard this she was furious, but could not break away from her task until it was finished. She had been at this now for a half hour, and was quite near done with cleaning, but they were still waiting for Dr. Julis to arrive. She took a deep breath- (Dr. Katu) “If you are sure she has passed, I am giving you permission to call it. Bring the papers to me immediately.” -She said in a harsh voice. She watched Meli leave out the door, and continued on her work. Meli ran back through the halls, and back into trauma two where she simply said- (Meli) “Time of death, 10:44am” -In a grave voice. Then she walked out of the room, and asked Nurse Katy to bring the papers to Doctor Katu. After that, she opened the doors to the waiting room, and all heads turned in her direction- (Meli) “Are the parents of Renee Boswell here?”
SyndilAyani: *<e>

Stephanie~Eliles Kitteh~: -Eliles ears twitched as her fingers slipped free of the shuttle and her father proceeded to drag her into the hospital despite her shouts and colourful words in several different languages. Bluebell saw that the older male cat had successfully pulled the younger female free of the shuttle, with the aide of the shuttle driver skillfully helping her father by plucking her fingers one by one from the metal. The poor driver had no idea how he was going to explain all the ripped seats and jagged lines running down the glass. Morcal smiled at the nurse as he approached as if the shouting Scottish raised female was not currently making people’s faces turn shades of red from her choice of words and what she would like to do to her father if he didn’t release her now. “An appointment for Eliles Karedric,” he asked. Bluebell first turned to Cleaner Joe even though she was slightly red and said “honey, you aren’t big enough to make a Cow-woman happy” before turning back to Morcal. Morcal arched an eyebrow then allowed his eyes to flicker downward briefly before returning back to Bluebell’s face, and he decided to give her the most charming smile he had in his arsenal. Of course Bluebell would blush, but quickly snapped back to reality. “Right, you have an ultra sound scheduled right, please excuse the chaos, I’m sure you wanted to see a doctor today, but all of our doctors are in the ER” she said. Morcal nodded and finally wrapped his arms around his daughter’s shoulders and firmly planted a hand over her sailor’s mouth. “Please excuse me daughter, I didn’t introduce her to technology at an early age,” he said, of course at Elli’s early age the Cannon and sword were the most advanced technology. “Are you sure this will be a good idea, I rather not be torn to shreds over a hormonal female’s fear,” Bluebell asked genuinely afraid of losing her face. “nawh, she’ll calm down once she understands what’s going on,” he said and tugged his daughter into a better grip even though the little grey haired female was glaring death at anyone that got close or passed with some sort of contraption. “right then, we’ll make our way to the clinic, Follow me,” she said and turned away and re entered the building, Morcal being the male he was even with his daughter there smiled, “oh, certainly I’d be happy to follow you,” he said as his eyes tailed to the skirt she was wearing. But his daughter, already in a foul mood gave her father a very hard smack in between the ribs with the point of her elbow that had him grunt, rub his side with the hand not covering her mouth then pull her along.-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Doctor Al would swallow hard, his adam’s apple racing up and down his throat. Sprung…Caught out…His career would be in tatters once the board got the report for being drunk whilst on call for the fifth consecutive time this year. Doctor Katu’s voice was like she was calling from within a tunnel, and Doctor Al was right at the very end. Sweat beads formed upon his forehead and he barked at the nearest nurse. (Doctor Al)”SWAB!..SWAB!”- Course, it was not he who was operating, that was of course, Doctor Katu. (Dr. Katu) “Please page Dr. Julis in here immediately.” No…not Dr Julis. Anything but that hard case, hard nosed lesbian. So butch, that even men were intimidated by her wrath. He couldn’t do it. Not with so much riding on his ability to pay the bookies and his dealer. Hands trembling, he turned sharply and ran out the doors, ripping off his mask and gloves haphazardly. Where was he running to? He would of course, run smack bang into Dr Julis, who got a whiff of his rancid breath. (Dr Julis)”YOU!…YOU…ARE…!” but before Doctor Julis could finish, Doctor Al struck out with both hands to knock her flying, aiming to smack her boobs hard. Leaping, he hit the stairwell and disappeared up the stairs, heading to the top floor carpark. <c>

In the waiting rooms, couples were huddled together, many were actually reading the bibles that Nurse Betty had issued to them when she managed to escort them from the emergency reception area. Sally the Tea lady, was handing out cups of tea, with kind and gentle words to reassure the parents, that all would be well. (Sally)”Best darn staff you ever see, they work so hard under pressure, your angels will be in god’s hands. Trust in the Lord, and he will lead the flock to the gates of heaven.” Just then, Meli came to the door way of the visitors lounge and asked. (Meli) “Are the parents of Renee Boswell here?” This at first sent a ripple of murmuring voices, bubbling up, till a couple at the back, rose slowly. Mrs Boswell, her eyes rimmed with tears, her face ashen saw the look on Meli’s face. The bible slipped from her fingers, falling to the floor, its pages opened, but the words would no longer bring comfort. Her husband, Mister Boswell, had his arm protectively around his loving wife. Mrs Boswell looked past Meli and saw the staff from the morgue going past, their heads bowed, for the death of a child, brings such sadness and sorrow to the staff at Lorewall Medical facility. Then came the gut wrenching scream, the sound tore up from Mrs Boswell’s throat as her knees buckled beneath her. Colour drained from her face, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Collapsing, slipping right from her husband’s arms, she became just a lifeless mass upon the floor, her husband lost, standing unable to move. Their beautiful little girl….dead. <c>

Up on the car park roof, Doctor Al was ripping off his scrubs, his tie, he would toss over the edge of the building, which fluttered down and landed just beyond the stairs of the entrance where Cleaner Joe was just burnt servilely by Nurse BlueBell. (Cleaner Joe)”Yeah well…may not have a bull’s dick…but after seeing your jugs, my balls are just as big….*he then gave a bit of a crotch grab and poke*…and a bit blue too.” The tie was brightly coloured, thus getting Cleaner Joe’s attention. He sauntered out and picked it up, looking back up to the roof top squinting. (Cleaner Joe)”Holy shit….we got a jumper!”- The news crew were of course, still in the car park, and Nancy Pickles was having a smoke, leaning against the LCN News van. Other out patients and staff had already heard the cussing of Cleaner Joe and all eyes were now on Doctor Al. Nancy dropped her cigarette and stubbed it fast with her boot. (Nancy Pickle)”Quick..get the camera….suicide live!!….This could win me that Journalist award. come on!”- The camera crew chased Nancy as she took out her microphone and stood in front of the crowd, that had now gathered in the car park, Cleaner Joe now wearing the Doctor’s tie. (Crowd)”Don’t Jump….don’t do it…come down.” (Cleaner Joe)”Jump you dumb fuck…and I will smash you…I am not cleaning up your brains off the bitumen!” (Nancy Pickles)”And it seems that Lorewall Medical is just the hive of activity…with a jumper on the roof…the crowd here are trying to encourage the man…we think…yes its the same Doctor who we interviewed this morning….wait I think….”-but at that moment there wa a sickening splat on the side walk…..the crowd all stood back…blood trickled from the head wound of Doctor Al. Souless eyes staring at the camera. Time of Death….11.10am. <3>

~Eliles Kitteh~: -Bluebell having safely guided Morcal and his daughter to the clinic nearly clears across the hospital. Morcal had kept a firm grip on his daughter through out there journey, and by the time they reached the clinic the feline wasn’t cursing, wasn’t biting or hissing. Nah, Eliles was shivering in her snow boots with wide eyes and both her little hands were wrapped around her middle where her still young unborn baby was nestled safety inside its mother’s belly. Bluebell stared at the feline mother and gave her a reassuring smile, “Mrs. Karedric, I know your father said that you are afraid of machines, but this is a hospital, the technology used here is to further life, and this techniocallogy is going to allow you to see your baby,” she explained as she assured the two of them into a room with a table and a monitor was set up. Morcal sat on a chair and looked at his daughter who was slowly turning red. “just lay on the table and we can get started,” she said. Eliles walked timidly towards the table and pressed a shaky hand to the table’s side, “come one little one, you’ve faced demon’s three times your size, you can handle a little machinery,” her father reassured her. Eliles swallowed hard and slowly climbed up onto the table laying down she opened her wings so that they would be lying flat on either side of her. Bluebell leaned out the door and grabbed another of the passing nurses, “Ginny, can you grab me the first doctor you see,” Blue asked her, “sure Bluebell” she said and continued on her way. Then Bluebell turned around and stared at the feline girl who stared at the monitor like it was the end of life for her and the baby. Bluebell crossed over and sat down beside her. “Ok sweet heart, I’m going to need you to lift your shirt, and I’m going to squirt this gel on your belly, it’s going to be cold.” She said. Eliles eyes widened at the word of cold, “no, no, it’s not going to hurt you, I promise,” Bluebell laughed. So Eliles lifted her shirt slowly while Bluebell flipped on the ultrasound machine. Eliles ears twitched, but her father’s hand on her shoulder and his steady face and no sign of fear gave her a little courage. Bluebell squeezed the gel onto the feline girls pale belly; she shivered then looked at the monitor and its empty bluish blank screen. Finally Bluebell held up and small device that she gently placed against her belly directly into the liquid. Almost instantly the screen came to life and the gentle sound of a pitter patter echoed from the machine. On the screen a small creature had started to take shape, though Eliles had only been pregnant for say a few weeks, her gestation period was only two months, virtually nine weeks. That creature was Eliles baby that twitched slightly and was already developing a long tail that appeared to be wrapped around its legs in her womb. Eliles eyes grew wide at the sound of her child’s heartbeat, and her purple star gaze swirled wildly as small tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes. Her father was silent, his own eyes wide as he had never got to see any of his own children in this way even for his age. Despite the death all around them at the Lorewall medical center, a new life was still growing in this single room, with a mother brimming with motherly happiness and a mystified grandfather that had the most lopsided grin a proud man could have, “you and that dragon, always make me get all choked up,” the old cat said and ruffled his daughters hair and the two shared a teary laugh-

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SyndilAyani: -Meli had no idea what she was doing. She never had to deliver news about a death before, and she did not know how to do this, though she knew that the parents already knew that their poor little girl had passed, based on not only their reactions, but on the fact that the morgue staff had not been responsible enough to wait until the waiting room doors had closed before weeling a pale faced Renee downstairs to the morgue, where an autopsy would have to be performed. Meli darted over to Mr and Mrs Boswell, seeing how in shock they were. She immediately checked to make sure Mrs. Boswell had not hit her head on anything during her tragic fall to the ground. She did not see anything, and began to call her name- (Meli) “Mrs. Boswell? Mrs. Boswell?” -She went to check Mrs. Boswell’s wrist to find a pulse. Her pulse seemed normal. She saw Nurse Katy out of the corner of her eye- (Meli) “Katy! I need your help over here!” -She watched the red haired nurse walk hurriedly over to where she was trying to help the Boswells. People were starting to crowd around them and nurse Katy did not have much room to get by- (Nurse Katy) “Oi! “-She said, a slight Irish accent in her voice that only came out when she was angry or frustrated- (Nurse Katy) “You lot need to be sitting back in yer seats now, and wait to be called for your children. Theres nothing to see here, leave these poor parents alone.” -Nurse Katy began to shove some parents backwards towards the chairs lightly. She had empathy for the mourning, but not those who bothered then even if they were just trying to help. Meli continued to try to help while Mrs. Boswell and she hoped that Mr. Boswell would say something soon to help her comfort his wife. She looked up at him- (Meli) “I can take you down to see her if you wish sir.” -She hoped that he had heard her” <c>SyndilAyani: -Back in the operating room, Dr. Katu’s eyes widened at the sight of Dr. Al getting up and making a break for the door, after she had chided him and asked him to leave her operating room. She had finally finished cleaning Tyson’s burn marks, and Dr. Marshall was preparing to set the first skin graph. Doctor Katu was wasting no time, not even waiting for Dr. Julis to walk into the OR. She observed Dr. Marshall carefully, she was on edge and she looked at him as if daring to make a single mistake with this little boy’s life. Dr. Marshall looked up after placing the graph and saw Doctor Katu’s intent stare on his face. In essence, she was glaring at him. Her eyes were so narrow they looked litl tiny slits on her face- (Dr. Marshall) “Babe, relax that face or you’ll get wrinkles. You don’t want me to have to fix those for you too do you?” -He said crudely as he winked at her. Her face felt hot under the surgical mask she was wearing. It was not from embarrassment though, it was from her anger that he had the audacity to treat her like that, especially in her operating room- (Doctor Katu) “Dr. Marshall!” -Her voice was raised and sounded so angry. Most heads in the OR turned to look at her with wide eyes. No one caused a scene in the operating rooms, especially now Doctor Katu- (Doctor Katu) “If you plan to continue on the course that you are currently travelling on in regards to your rude way of speaking to me and treating me, then here is a personal invitation to get your ass out of my operating room, and your hands off my patient. Do we have an understanding here?” -She glared at him even more, and her eyes almost looked menacing toward Dr. Marshall. When he didn’t answer her but kept on working, she caught his arm with her hand, making him stop. He looked up at her- (Doctor Katu) “Do we or do we not have an understanding Doctor Marshall?” -She asked him. He simply nodded his head and then his eyes broke away from hers and he continued to work quickly, efficiently and most of all, quietly. Doctor Katu clicked her heels together, watching the door every so often waiting for Dr. Julis so she could go check on her other patients  She turned to Nurse Penelope- (Doctor Katu) “My dear, can you please page Dr. Julis again?” -She was tired of waiting for people who should have already been here or had their jobs done, she would need to talk to them about this- <e>
CharlotteCarrendar: The rest of the parents in the visitor’s lounge became distraught by the news that one of the children in the bus crash had died, so tragically and in the same hospital as their own sick and injured kiddies. Their belief in the high standards of the hospital and its staff, was now shaken by the tragedy. Thought Nurse Katy did her best, pushing through the throng that formed a circle around the fallen Mrs Boswell, there came howls of protest, the parents wanting news of their own darling children. Were there kids to share the same fate as the sweet daughter of the Boswells? At this moment, a woman, dressed in a dark grey nurses outfit, starched to perfection, with matching hate, horn glasses, brown socks and patent black lace up shoes, marched into the visitors lounge and slammed down a pile of files in steel covers. (Matron C Bitch)”SILENCE!…How are my staff to work if you are all making this ridiculous racket? This is not a football field!…This is LOREWALL MEDICAL!…Mr Boswell…come with me, I have some forms for you to sign. Nurse!…See to it Mrs Boswell is admitted to the psyche ward…..Meli!…Your required in the emergency ward. The rest of you. READ YOUR BIBLES AND PRAY TO THE LORD!”- and with that, she marched back out of the room, leaving many a parent stunned to silence, some sitting down immediately and reading their bibles with gusto, for few wanted to argue with the Matron. Out in the corridor, Matron C Bitch was on the war path, there was a Doctor and nurse deep in a conversation by the water bubbler, and the Matron glared, before a wicked grin formed upon her cracked lips. (Matron C Bitch)”NURSE…the results are in from your STD test….you’re positive…go to ward 4D immediately.”- The nurse just about died, her face turning bright pink as the Doctor looked as though he had touched a leper. (Doctor Childs)”Oh…my god!” (Nurse Janet)”Freddy….I can explain..”- (Matron C Bitch)”Baahahahahaha! …Giving out bad news…I know it makes me feel better.” <c>
CharlotteCarrendar: Meanwhile, out in the car park. (Crime Scene Investigator)”Tell me what we have here, Pam?”- The forensic specialist glanced up at her boss, Sgt Tony Mocha. (Pam)~stroking the dead Doctor Al’s head~ “A dead body, Sarge….but I think this may have been..*she looks to the LCN cameras and gives her head a shake, showing off her abundant curls*…murder”- The gathered crowd in the car park all gasped, as Nancy Pickles held her microphone and tied to get the cameraman to pan to her. (Nancy Pickles)”And so the events unfolding here, at Lorewall Medical have taken a tragic twist. Was Doctor Al murdered?….Was he pushed?….We will bring you live updates….after these messages from our sponsers. (Simon Cowbell)~Badly dressed cowboy fronts up on the stage and starts to sing a rendition of Sweet home Alabama  as Simon Cowbell slams down his hand on the buzzer~ “Gayer than Brokeback mountain…..NEXT!”- (Announcer)”Lorewalls got Talent….Sunday at Nine PM on LCN” Cleaner Joe would be fiddling with the dead Doctor’s tie, as he waited for the okay from the CSI, to clean up Doctor Al’s brains off the carpark. (Cleaner Joe)”Can we move this along?…I have a date with a cow nurse.” <e>SyndilAyani: -Meli did not know how to control all the parents asking questions and the commotion that was going on in the waiting room. She looked to Nurse Katy for help but she seemed to be just as unsuccessful as Meli. She stood up as she heard the extremely loud CLANG of steel covered files slamming down on the reception desk counters- (Meli) “Well shit.” -She said under her breath just before the room got utterly quiet. She heard Matron C Bitch yelling at everyone to be quiet and saying (Matron C Bitch) “This is not a football field!… This is LOREWALL MEDICAL!” and then she heard her lower her voice a bit to call Mr. Boswell away. Matron C Bitch ordered Nurse Katy to take Mrs. Boswell to psyche. Nurse Katy stared at Matron C Bitch for a hot minute but then took Mrs. Boswell’s arm and gently pulled her to a standing position- (Nurse Katy) “Come with me dear. We’re gonna get you all checked out and make sure you’re alright.” -As she stood up with Mrs. Boswell and began to walk her to the elevator that went to the psyche floor she mouthed to Meli as she passed ‘Crazy’. Meli nodded in agreement, but then heard her name called that she was needed in the emergency room. Right, there were still ten other kids that needed to be checked out, even if they were not hurt at all. She pushed her way through the crowd of people all starting to calm down after the scene that Matron C Bitch had made in the waiting room. She burst through the doors of the emergency room to get out of the huge crowd and saw that a pair of children, seemingly brothers were already checked out. One had a bandage on his arm while the other boy walked away unscathed. She escorted them back through the doors and watched as the boys’ parents, sister, grandparents, and a few other loved ones crowded around them and held them close, thanking God that they were alright. The entire family was escorted out of the waiting area to make room for those who were still waiting. Meli walked back into the emergency room and looked around. There were eight other children there. Where would she be needed?- <c>SyndilAyani: (Doctor Katu)”Dammit! Where is Doctor Julis?” -Doctor Katu shouted in the OR. Doctor Marshall was working on the fourth of seven skin graphs that needed to happen, and the woman had still not shown up yet. Doctor Katu heard her pager go off from the empty instruments table on the other side of the room, but she could not leave her post without another doctor there. She groaned, knowing that she was needed elsewhere but not yet allowed to leave- (Doctor Katu) “Someone get that please. What is it?” -She asked, more annoyed and frustrated than ever at her predicament this moment. Nurse Rose, a petite and mousy quiet scrub nurse that never uttered a word in Doctor Katu’s presence out of fear of her spoke up. When octor Katu heard her squeaky quiet voice, her eyes got slightly larger and she raised an eyebrow, not being able to tell who it was without looking up- (Nurse Rose) “Doctor Katu, you have a 911 page to the loading dckside of the hospital. It’s a code green.” -Nurse Rose’s voice trailed off. They had never had a code green here before, but the experienced doctors knew what that meant. Doctor Marshall looked at Doctor Katu in surprise, while some of the other nurses began asking questions- (?) “What is a code green?” -Most of them asked her. Apparently she and Doctor Marshall were the only ones who appeared to know as far as she could tell- (Doctor Katu) “We keep working.” -She said with certainty- (Doctor Katu) “Doctor Mason, Marshall, Nurses Rose and Penelope stay here with me. The rest of you, scrub out and head for the lobby of the hotel. There are other things that need to be worked on right now. Do not go near the loading dock areas please!” -Her command was forceful, she just hoped they would listen. As the other scrub nurses and observers filed out of the operating room, the quiet Nurse Rose looked at Doctor Katu with concern- (Nurse Rose) “What is a code green Doctor Katu?” -She asked with nothing but genuine curiosity. Doctor Katu decided she would answer the nurse’s question. Never taking her eyes off of Doctor Marshall’s work with the graphs, she resonded in a grave tone- (Doctor Katu) “It means the hospital had called a CSI team here, and someone has been murdered…” <e>CharlotteCarrendar: Out in the corridor, Doctor Julis was flat out on the floor, having been knocked down by Doctor Al, in his mad dash to escape from the OR. A nearby orderly, Timothy Dutton, knelt down and offered to assist the Doctor to her feet. (Timothy)”I saw what he did to you!….Are you alright, Doctor?”- (Doctor Julis)”Get your meat hooks off me, you rock ape! I can get up myself. I swear…thats it…Doctor Al is a dead man!” Then on the intercom, from the nurses station (Matron C. Bitch)”Code Green….Code Green. All staff be on high alert…we have a code green.” Doctor Julis sat bolt upright and whispered in a hushed tone- (Doctor Julis)”Code Green?” The bumbling orderly nodded vigourously. (Timothy)”Thats what the Matron said….Code Green. Uhm….what’s a code green?” – Yes, many people in the hospital were all looking at each other, wondering what the hell a code green was. Just then, Cleaner Joe came past, wearing Doctor Al’s loud tie. He had heard Doctor Julis say that Doctor Al was a dead man and he blurted with a grin. (Cleaner Joe)”Wow….news travels fast around this place.” Getting to her feet and feeling her bruised breasts, she narrowed her gaze at the Cleaner, as he was getting out his key for the Cleaning product storage facility. She marched over and tapped Cleaner Joe on the shoulder. Joe glanced back and then winced, seeing the all too butch Doctor Julis. (Cleaner Joe)”It wasn’t me….I just told him not to jump. And finders keepers!..*he said, holding up Doctor Al’s loud tie*….I found it on the carpark.”- (Doctor Julis)*she shook her head and said*..”I don’t care about your fashion statement, four eyes, I want to know what your talking about….what news?” The Cleaner shrugged, as he turned the key in the lock, starting to open the door to his supplies room. (Cleaner Joe)”Doctor Al….is…a dead man. His brains are in rows A and B in the carpark….possibly C too.” Shocked by this, she stuttered. (Doctor Julis)”He jumped off the carpark roof?”- Cleaner Joe headed into his room and as he closed the door he said- (Cleaner Joe)”The CSI say it was murder.” *slam!* Well….the look on Doctor Julis’s face..was absolute shock, and the bumbling orderly, Timothy gasped. (Timothy)”So thats a code green.” <c>

CharlotteCarrendar: Down in the lobby, the staff had gathered, that were not on duty in the emergency wards. The ripple of voices, both hushed and whispers, as the nurses were gathered in a huddle, pointing and nodding at the group of doctors, who were all shocked and some even crying at the news of the Death of Doctor Al. Behind the nurses station, Matron C Bitch was on the phone to the police- (Matron C Bitch)”Sealing off the hospital?…..Its a crime scene?….Are you all out of your minds?….WE ARE LOREWALL MEDICAL!….What?…Why you…*bleep bleep bleep bleep*…*she slammed down the phone and glared at the gathered staff. Just then Sgt Tony Mocha came in through the doors, followed by his team. He took off his sunglasses and folded his arms saying. (Sgt Tony Mocha)”You are all suspects in the murder of Doctor Al….no one leaves this building without my say so.” <3>

SyndilAyani: -Meli heard the people on the intercom yell that there was a code green in the hospital building. She had no idea what it meant, but any code called over the intercom in the hospital was serious. In the emergency room, the other eight children that were waiting to have their wounds treated were scared, some of them even calling out that they wanted their mom’s and dads. As she darted over to a little girl who had gotten out of her chair and sat in the floor in the corner of the emergency room, she heard someone say that the hospital was a crime scene. Her eyes widened a bit but then she relaxed them as she approached the little girl. Meli knew she had to work quickly in order to get the children out of the emergency room and into the safe and caring arms of their parents. She knelt down and extended her arms towards the little girl. She spoke in a soft tone to the little girl to make sure she did not frighten her- (Meli) “Hello, my dear, would you mind coming back over to the table with me so I can you out and make sure you are okay?” -The little girl got up from her sitting position on the wall and ran into Meli’s arms. She felt tears on her scrubs from the little girl’s small green eyes. She put her hand on the back of the little girl’s head and stroked her hair gently. When she raised her hand, however, it was covered in blood. She did not want to frighten the little girl by making any sudden movements or yelling, but something had to be done. She picked her up slowly set her down on a gurney, then called Nurse Pat, who was descending the stairs from the OR floor above, to her side- (Meli) “Pat! Call Doctor Katu and a peds neuro attending. We’ve got an energency over here” -She motioned to the little girl whose eyes had rolled back in her head. She had obviously lost a lof of blood. She kept talking to the girl, telling her to squeeze her hand about every ten seconds when she got weak and almost let go. Meli ran with the gurney and little girl to the elevator doors- <c>

SyndilAyani: -There were loud gasps in the room as Doctor Katu revealed what a code green was. Doctor Marshall never once looked up and Doctor Katu did not either. Their sole focus was to save this little boy on the table in front of then, and give him a chance at a normal face with all of the skin graphs they were doing. They were almost done, Doctor Katu was sticking up one of the last graph areas. She was furious inside. If her hands could tremble while she did her work, they would have, but she executed her surgeries flawlessly and with presicion. When she was done, she held out the surgical tools for Nurse Rose to take and set down. When Nurse Rose took the toold from Doctor Katu, she ripped her gloves off and threw then in the Biohazard bin in the corner of the room, along with her surgical gown and scrub cap. She picked up her pager, clipped it to herscrub pants and darted out the door into the scrub room where she quickly washed up and left. She ran down the hall and was halfway to the elevator doors when her pager went off again- (Doctor Katu) “Damnit!” -She said as she stopped to answer the page. They were preparing an eight year old girl for a major neuro surgery, and of course she was the only attending for paediatrics for the time being, so she was needed there. She sighed and turned around, running towards OR 3. She burst into the scrub room quickly where only abut half of the surgical team was there. She understood that she would need to be ore meticulous with half a team but she knew she could do it. She washed up again and when she was finished, she pushed the door open with her back and walked in, ready to do a second surgery- <e>

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Bluebell looked up from their current situation of attending to the pregnant cat Eliles. Eliles had looked up at the intercom the same time that Bluebell had, while the elder male cat made a slight groaning sound and laid his head down on his daughter’s arm, such the curse of the sense of knowing. “Papa, what is it ye saw, papa,” she said grabbing his arm, “now child, nothing is wrong, we will just need to stay right here for a while, can you do that Eliles,”. Bluebell stood, “I’m sorry, but I need to answer that, please, just stay absolutely calm, we’ll sort this out soon, I promise,” Bluebell said, no matter how unsure she was of that promise. So Bluebell turned and left the room, and for a moment, she was tempted to lock the door, considering that the Feline had claws, and was panicky, which could result in a lot of injured people, but other moral’s stopped her, and she would just have to rely on the girl’s father to keep her under control. After that small amount of thinking, she turned and bolted down the hallway at stampede speed and screaming mooing all the way back to the lobby. The perks of mooing, meant no one was in her way as she slid to a stop in the lobby with a wild eyed expression to find out what is going on: Back in the room, Eliles had cleaned her stomach off and was sitting up, and giving her father the evil eye, waiting for him to crack so he would tell her what was going on. Morcal, was up for the challenge as he stared right back at his daughter…the staring contest begins-

CharlotteCarrendar:- The body of Doctor Al would now be on a stretcher in a body bag, that is about to be zipped up, by the forensic officer, when a BMW comes screeching up into one of the Doctor’s spaces and knocks over Doctor Al’s reserved sign. The door flies open, and out jumps a very distraught looking woman, her hair still in curlers and fresh from the La Dolle Hair stylist in Lorewall, she was even still wearing a plastic wrap to keep the hair cuttings off her nice Chanel suit. The woman, ran…staggered…and grabbed at the forensic officer, by the sleeve of her shirt. (Mrs Al)”No….tell me…its not…HIM?!” Startled, the forensic officer unzipped the bag to show the now peaceful face of Doctor Al. The woman’s mouth opened, her eyes widening, the wave of shock unable to be held back, and she reached to touch her husband’s cheek, as she started to sing…(Mrs Al)”Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find, I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind. What ever happened to our love, I wish I understood, It used to be so nice, it used to be so good.”- Just then the news crew and the outpatient witnesses started to sing in behind her. (News team and patients) “So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me…..S. O. S….The love you gave me, nothing else can save me….S. O. S”. In the hospital foyer, Matron C Bitch is still on the phone to Lorewall Police, but looks at the camera and sings…(Matron C Bitch) “When you’re gone…How can I even try to go on..*she is then seen speaking rudely on the phone to the police* Panning the camera to Mrs Boswell is in a padded room, in a straight jacket, mascara streaks running down her face, and she looks up at the camera and sings (Mrs Boswell) “When you’re gone…How can I even try to carry on.” Back in the carpark, the forensic officer zips up the body bag and its seen being loaded into the CSI van, to be taken down town for further testing, as Mrs Al bursts into tears with more of her damn song. (Mrs Al) “You seem so far away though you are standing near, You made me feel alive, but then you died I fear. I really tried to make it out…I wish I understood, What happened to our love it used to be so good?” In the visitors waiting room near the emergency ward, now with parents holding their injured kiddies, the entire room turns to look at the camera and sings (Kids and Parents) “So when your near me darling, can you hear me….S..O. S….The Love you gave me nothing left to save me…. S.O.S” To the cleaning supply room, Cleaner Joe is fapping off to a picture of Nurse Bluebell in her best candy striper nurses outfit, and gets caught on security camera singing as he faps, (Cleaner Joe) When you’re gone, How can I even try to go on….*fap fap fap* To the caferteria, Sally the Tea lady is reloading a tray of stale biscuits,and then she places a finger to her lips as she winks at the camera and sings. (Sally the Tea lady) “When your gone…though I try how can I carry on…..” :: The blazing sounds of the lead police cars leading the CSI van out of the carpark, would finally be met with silence…..as on the roof top, someone is laughing…(?)…AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!…Fuck I hate Abba.”

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Dial M for Murder : Part Two – The Proposa
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SyndilAyani: -Doctor Katu knew nothing about the type of neuro surgery she was about to take part in, only that it was eight year old girl who had lost a tremendous amount of blood. As she let a scrub nurse help her put on a sterile gown and non-latex gloves, one of the fourth year residents began to explain to her what they had thought had happened. Unfortunately, they did not know anything for certain because on the way up to the operating room, neither Meli nor any one else could get the girl to talk. (4th year resident) “Doctor Katu we don’t know the girl’s name just that she’s—” (Doctor Katu) “It is not our job to know her name right now just tell me what you DO know!!” -Doctor Katu had interrupted and shouted at the fourth year resident, who she had noticed in the back of her mind had never been on her service before. The fourth year paused and looked around for a moment thinking someone in the room might back him up but people knew better than to correct Doctor Katu, especially in her state of frustration. She snapped her fingers impatiently trying to get him to talk again- (4th year resident) “There is a huge and deep laceration to the back of her head, it had to be some kind of forceful blow. She is eight years old and was found sitting in the corner of the emergency room crying.” -Doctor Katu nodded and realized the little girl was already under anestesia. She began by shaving the poor little girl’s hair off so that she could see the wound better. She felt somewhat bad for having to do this, knowing how much hair meant to a little girl, but practicality came before being emotional, and this was important to do. When she had finished she observed the wound carefully, quirking a bow when she noticed black and brown specs inside and the gash that looked abnormal to her. She got a pair of forcepts and collected the specs and but them in an evidence jar. It looked so much like dirt, and she was convinced it easy. She was very confused since the bus was not found in a dirt area. What could this have come from?- (Doctor Katu) “I think it’s dirt. What the hell could this have come from?” -The fourth year resident lifted the suction from the blood that they were cleaning- (4th year resident) “The injury to the back of her head was not consistent with any part of the bus crash. We showed her picture to parents and the bus driver and no one recognized her. We have no idea who she is or where she came from Doctor Katu.” -This had Doctor Katu fuming- (Doctor Katu) “GO FIND WHO THIS GIRL BELONGS TO IMMEDIATELY!!!” -She screamed, and then went back to her work-
ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Morcal was cracking, slowly, the weight of his daughter’s stare. “Alright alright little one, there was a murder on the roof, and we are going to have to stay here for a while longer then we planned” he said patting his daughters hand tenderly, after using his foresight ability to figure out there situation and why nurse Bluebell left them. Eliles starry eyes twitched uncontrollably, “ye’re kidding me, right, please tell me yer joking,” she said and grabbed her father’s shoulders shaking him hard. Morcal allowed his daughter to shake him his head rolling around like a bobble head, “Eliles please try to be calm, nothing here is going to hurt you, I promise,” he said smiling at her. then she pointed at him her claw tip hitting him between the eyes, “bull shit, ye kin as well as I do, as long as ye are involved, ye see nothin’” she snapped. Morcal sighed inwardly and stood up pacing the room like a caged lion. “I’m callin’ Thorn, if I’m with ye papa, I’m just gonna’ slowly tic off like a bomb,” she side and pulled out a stone marked with a rune. “Thorn” she said out loud brushing her thumb across the rune stone’s surface: seconds later, Thorn was just walking out of At&t with her brand new modern day phone. When it started ringing. Thorn arched her eye brows, “how the hell,…” she said and answered it. “Thorn I’m stuck in da medical center cause someone had to go and get themselves killed! Ye canna leave me here alone, no’ wit papa! He’s gonna go and drive me crazy!” she shouted. Thorn held the ear piece almost an arm’s length away from her feline ears. “Eliles, papa isn’t that bad, just wait a little while, I’m sure papa can behave himself” Thorn said laughing gently. “bloody hell, this is papa we are talking about, ye kin that right, when was da word behave in papa’s vocabulary!” all the while in the back ground of Eliles phone call Morcal had made himself comfortable in the chair all the while making subtle comments like “oh…well…she is right there, Thorn” or nodding in agreement, as if the conversation wasn’t even about himself. “gah…Fine Elli-chan, I’ll be there soon, I don’t think I can make the situation any different….but,…please no fires…there are a lot of human’s there,” Thorn said and hung up. But didn’t catch Eliles comment, “I’m surrounded by bloody machines, I no’ makin’ any promises!”. Then Thorn raised her hand to the shuttle waiting for her shouting to the driver, “change of plans, to the Lorewall medical center please” she said and climbed it to the back seat-
PrinceBlazeCarnacki: As he sat at his desk, the paperwork building up tremendously as his boss came bursting through his door. (Boss): “Dammit!” His boss says throwing a hissy fit right in front of his face. He props his feet upon his desk, interlocks his fingers and leans back a little in chair. “What’s up your ass?” He says as his boss is pacing back and forth in his office. (Boss): “There has been a murder or what the fuck ever in Lorewall. And I need YOU to go and check it out.” His boss says while pointing his index at him, knowing he meant business by the tone in his voice and the look on his face. “Sure thing.” Once he said that, he stood up out of his chair, got his jacket and headed towards the door, walking outside where he would sniff the air. “Ahh. Death is in the air.” He joked while walking over to his black suburb  getting in as he closes the door and cranks it right on up. “Alright let’s hear some tunes.” He turns on the radio and this starts to play…”You are a dancing queen, young and sweet, feel the beat of the tambourine, Oh yeah.” He immediately shut it off while muttering under his breath as he backed up to get out of the parking space. “Whoever signed ABBA needs to be shot.” He races onto the streets as he looks for the Lorewall Medical Center. He didn’t know where it was and didn’t bother to ask for directions. He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back in the driver seat, driving with only one hand on the steering wheel. After a few minutes of driving had done passed, he seen a big sign infront of a building that read “Lorewall Medical Center”. He raced up into the parking lot and screeched in a parking space. He sighed before getting out as he seen a news crew there. Once out of his vehicle, he slams the door shut as he walks by them muttering. “Posers.” He laughs as he continued to walk, only to look down at the chalk outline, kneeling beside it as he looks up to the roof. “Hmm what made you do that?” He gets up from his kneeled postion as he walks right into the Medical Center, itself as he reaches the main lobby, seeing some unordinary lady on the phone screaming and a man pacing back and forth. He rolled his eyes as he put his sunglasses on the top of his head. He was dressed in a black but the twin pistols on the side of his legs could be visibly seen. “Detective Gaylord, reporting for duty.” He hits the main desk, nodding at the receptionist behind the counter as he reached over the counter, grabbing the microphone calling for witnesses to meet him the cafeteria. (Receptionist): “Oh hell naw. Don’t dare come in here and start touching shit.” At that, Detective Gaylord winked at the receptionist and made his way to the cafeteria, waiting for witnesses and the other so called detectives to show up.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Matron C Bitch would slam down the phone, her face, that of rage, her crows feet becoming prominent as from behind the horn rimmed glasses, she glared at the newest arrival to Lorewall medical, Detective Gaylord. The matron’s nose twitched, and with her right hand she snatched up the staff roster, bringing it up to her chest. (Matron C Bitch)”Ah..and now the cavalry have arrived. Marvellous …just what we need, more suits with badges. I bet they found their detective stars in Cracker jack boxes. Hmmph. Right. Lets see where he goes, shall we?”- Watching his poor attempt to rally the staff, grabbing the microphone, his voice filling the airwaves, and the receptionist giving him a fairly good telling off, both Matron and the receptionist turne their heads right as the Detective swaggers off down to of all places, the Cafeteria. (Matron C Bitch)”Typical…pig is heading for the pen….-she grabbed the microphone and spruked- (Matron C Bitch)~electrical buzzing…tap tap tap….Is this thing on?! ~cough….wheezzee~ ….Attention…Attention…all staff NOT on duty in the surgery, please report to the cafeteria…..before Detective Gaylord Fancy Pants eats all the donuts. That is all!”- She then drops the microphone, and it makes a loud clunk followed by more static, that would have many a patient and staff member, placing their hands over their ears. <c>Coming out of the cleaning room supply facility, Cleaner Joe hears the end of Matron’s rant, and then with a quick flick of the wrist, tosses a handful of soiled tissues into a rubbish bin. (Cleaner Joe)”I rather stick my wick into the real moo cow…Heh…but this will have to do till I can woo the Moo.”- Nurse Betty happens to be coming down the stairs from the rooftop carpark and looks surprised, to see Cleaner Joe wearing Doctor Al’s tie. (Nurse Betty)”Where did you get that?” -she asked, pointing to the loud tie, he had wound loosely around his neck. Cleaner Joe straightened it by giving it a snappy tug, and wobbled his head as if he was proud of it. (Cleaner Joe)”Found it in the carpark….its mine now. I think it belonged to the dead Doctor Al….they say he was murdered. Heh…and I got a souvineer!” Nurse Betty smirked and nodded twice before offering. (Nurse Betty)”Looks nicer on you than it did him.” By now, many staff were making their way to the cafeteria, where a frazzled looking Sally the Tea lady, was trying to load the hot box with a big tray of fish and chips for the lunch menu. (Sally the Tea Lady)”Oi…you lot…you going to eat, or just mill about. I want customers, not loiters.” Doctor Julis ambled in, still baring the fist marks of Doctor Al on her uniform. (Doctor Julis)”So the fucker is dead…big deal…I really have to finish up my rounds and get ready for my date.”- She looked shifty eyed, as the Matron blazed in, her bun pulled back so tight under her hat, her face resembled that of a cat’s ass. (Matron C Bitch)”Where is Nurse Katy?….And has anyone seen Timothy…the orderly? He was on bed pan duty!”- Timothy popped his head in and with a big dopey grin he shouted. (Timothy)”Does anyone know where Mr Boswell got too….there is a problem in the psych ward with his wife….I think…oo are those glazed donuts?” <c>Out in the carpark, Nancy Pickles was now standing beside the remaining CSI team that were taking pictures of the blood splatter, when one of the detectives bent down and picked up a bullet shell. (Constable Ricks)”Sarge…..???….SARGE??….Evidence bag quick!”- (Nancy Pickles)”The situation down at Lorewall Medical facility is now considered dire, with the murder investigation in full swing. News from our sources inside the hospital, tell us that suspects are being questioned. Stay tuned as we continue our live coverage….for LCN News…..Lorewall. Alright…CUT…I could really use a donut.” <e>SyndilAyani: -The fourth year resident, whose name was Clyde, was extremely scared of Doctor Katu. He thought she was a fine surgeon and addition to the hospital, but man was she hard on everyone when it came to their work. He guessed it was necessary though. He jumped almost out of his skin when Doctor Katu was suddenly yelling at him after he had explained that she was not from the bus crash. He watched her pick up the evidence jar and thrust it at him, and he scrubbed out of the surgery and ran down the hall to the elevators. When he opened the door, he saw a very discheveled looking Nurse Katy sitting on the floor of the elevator with her eyes barely open and her head slumped to the side. His eyes almost popped out of his head- (Clyde) “Nurse Katy! What happened to you? You’re a mess!” -His concerned look for her did not get uch of a response in return, for all the poor nurse could say was- (Nurse Katy) “Mrs. Boswell… crazy….. husband….. stop…” -Before she passed out. Clyde pushed the button for the first floor and exited into the emergency room. He picked her up as best he could, for she was a rather full figured woman, and layed her on one of the clean, empty gurneys in the emergency room. Just them he heard the Matron ask rather loudly where Nurse Katy was. He ran at full speed into the doors that lead out to the waiting room and reception desk. He approached where the Matron stood, ranting and raving all of her orders and complaints. He waited impatiently for her to finish before saying in a hushed tone as to not attract any attention, though everyone seemed to be heading for the cafeteria- (clyde) “I just found Nurse Katy in the elevator, and she just passed out in the emergency room…” -He trailed off, not knowing what else to say about it- (Clyde) “Also, there is a little eight year old girl undergoing neuro surgery upstairs and the bus driver didn’t recognize her. Do you know who she belongs to?” – He looked around at all the parents that were still in the waiting room. There were 5 couples left waiting for children to be released, one of them being Tyson’s mom and dad, both whom Dr. Marshall was approaching about the good news of their son’s surgery going excellently. He smiled at them and decided to linger in the waiting area so her could give the evidence or whatever it was to someone to run tests. He would have brought it to the hospital lab but since there was a murder investigation going on and this girl may not have parents here, he decided to wait for a detective- <c>

SyndilAyani: -Detective Bay B. Face was in her piece of junk Honda when she got the call about going to the Lorewall Medical Center for an investigation. She was a short pixie looking woman who had served with the CSI team for twelve years. She had earned the title detective, as well as a license to carry a firearm while she served her time and went through more schooling and training. She enjoyed both benefits, but she was a true lab rat at heart. She worked in the Trace Evidence lab, and was considered the best in her field by many. She knew how to figure things out when no one else could. Her car breaks screeched with a deafening ‘eeeeeekk’ as she pulled into a space very close to where there were detectives and a huge news crew. She felt bad for anyone who had to hear that terrible screeching, it was not quiet at all and she would be surprised if it had done unnoticed. She short woman got out of her car with her evidence kit, passing everyone and walking straight up the stairs to the entrance where she found not many people were. They were heading in some other direction. She saw a man waiting by the reception desk with what appeared to be an evidence jar. She smiled, loving her work. She walked up to him, holding that smile and said politely, with a spanish accent that came out of no where- (Bay) “Hola, me detective Face. I can take dat from you.” -She held her hand out and he handed the evidence jar to her, and she turned around and walked away before he could even introduce himself or reply to her- <e>

PrinceBlazeCarnacki: As he sat at the table where the donuts were, he waited before he took a bite, listening to the women on the intercom as he shook his head. “I don’t even eat do-nuts ” He looks down in his hand and throws the donut down. “Damn.” He covers his ears as a loud static noise came afterwards. He sits there, propping his feet upon the table as he awaits for people to arrive. He was really ready to go but first he needs to cuss out that other detective first. As a few of the staff members entered the cafeteria, Detective Gaylord sat there, looking at them all with a smile placed upon his face. His head turned to the lunch lady as he raised his index finger up to the air. “I’ll damn sure eat.” He laughs afterwards as he waits for the detectives to show there faces. As he was just thinking that, in walks the detective that made fun of him over the intercom. “Well..Well..Well..I think we should just get this over with.” He says getting up to adjust his clothes before he reached his hand out to shake the other detective’s as he waits for him to accept or not. He then hears a Doctor, not caring about the death at all as he raises a brow, pointing at her. “Maybe you should be first huh?” Just as he said that, everybody in the cafeteria covered there ears after another screech came from outside, sounding like someone brakes have gone bad. “Does every detective screech their brakes? Sheesh!” He claps his hands together, to maintain order in the cafeteria. “Alright, if everyone is all settled in..I’ll like to get started.” He didn’t bother waiting on the approval of the other detective as he glances at him a little bit.

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Thorn arrived at the Lorewall medical stepping out of the vehicle, she was dressed for work wearing a backless halter top that button up the front and a straight black skirt that stopped mid-thigh. She crossed the space from her shuttle to the front doors of the medical center tail swinging and wings opened wide showing the world the wicked scar along her back. Instantly the police that were on the scene almost swarmed Thorn to keep her from entered. “ma’ma there is currently and investigation going on, unless it’s an emergency, we can’t let you in or risk the crime scene being contaminated”. Thorn gave the police officer a once over with her black star filled eyes. “Oh, that is nice to know, yes, but, sir, my name is Thorn of the East Winds, or Thorn east, I am the Ambassador’s public relation’s woman, and my sister is currently inside this hospital pregnant, and very angry and doesn’t like machines, now if I do not get to her, several things will happen, she will panic, and when she panics she gets hot, and when she gets hot, when she gets hot metal starts melting, and I hate to see what happens when a building with metal braces starts to melt,” Thorn said and placed a hand on the Police’s officer’s shoulder. Squeezing the man groaned form her stone grip and stepped aside so she could open the door and enter.: Bluebell made it to the cafeteria and tugged her skirt back into place she the fabric had bunched up from her stampeded down the halls to get where she was, she wasn’t filled in yet but she joined the crowd of staff to listen in: Eliles was now pacing instead of her father, Morcal was getting bored, and when he was bored, he got a little crazy-

CharlotteCarrendar: – The gathering of hospital staff now saw the cafeteria full to the brim, and thankfully for Sally the Tea lady, there was a line up for her hot box of fish and chips. Whilst her mountain of glazed donuts was being picked apart, by the hungry doctors, and nurses. Meanwhile, at the reception desk, Matron C Bitch was reading through the staffing roster, as the fourth year resident, Clyde, carried through the dishevelled Nurse Katy. The Matron gasped, upon seeing the state of the woman, her hair, her dress. Obviously she had been roughed up. But by who and where? (Matron C Bitch)”This is why I hate pretty young nurses. Always flirting with my Doctors, and they wonder why they get frisked in the cleaning supply room….hmmph…she should be ashamed.”- Course this rant would be cut short, when Clyde piped up . (clyde) “I just found Nurse Katy in the elevator, and she just passed out in the emergency room….” Well, that just had Matron’s face turn red as a farm tractor. (Matron C Bitch)”Then where is Mr Boswell…he just finished signing forms a good twenty minutes ago….did…-gasp wheez-…did he do this?”- the Matron waved her hand across the dishevelled Nurse Katy- But again, the Matron would be cut off, for it seemed the hospital had yet another crisis. (Clyde) “Also, there is a little eight year old girl undergoing neuro surgery upstairs and the bus driver didn’t recognize her. Do you know who she belongs to?” The Matron frowned, as the phone switchboard at the front reception suddenly lit up like it was a christmas tree. (Receptionist)”Lorewall Medical?….Please hold…Lorewall Medical?…Sorry Doctor Al died this morning. Please Hold. Lorewall Medical? I am sorry but all other ambulances will have to go to Southside Lorewall General. The bays are blocked off for a police investigation. Please hold.” -and so this would continue in the background, as the Matron rounded the counter and snatched up the inpatient files from the ambulance crews. (Matron C Bitch)”Doctor Clyde follow me, we are going to find out just who this little girl is and where she came from. Fuck the police, and the whole damn murder investigation. We have a hospital to run!”- The snapping sound of her patent leather shoes on the floor, was precise and military like, as she marched back up to the emergency department, to interview the paramedics. Hopefully with Clyde in tow. <c>

Leaning against the wall in the cafeteria, Cleaner Joe was just about to stuff the second piece of his donut into his mouth. Lips now sugar coated, as lo and behold, the bovine of his dream. The cow that set his heart aflame and his loins on fire. The busty Nurse Bluebell, tugging on her skirt, those enormous mammory gland. The ripe pink nipples just exposed from the top of her bustier. Cleaner Joe’s donut slipped from his fingers, whilst goo goo eyes followed every step she took. The gentle sway of her hips. The whipping around of her tail, and that raised her skirt. What did it mean for Cleaner Joe? An instant boner, even after fapping to her pic. He pushed himself off the wall, so he was half staggering over to her, dumb struck by her radiant beauty. Finally after his gums flapped wordlessly a few times, he uttered…(Cleaner Joe)”Love me or leave me, make your choice but believe me. I love you. I do, I do, I do, I do, I do. I can’t conceal it, don’t you see, can’t you feel it? Don’t you too? I do, I do I do I do I do I do I do.” and with that, he went down on bended knee, pulling out a ring box from his pocket, and with grimy sugar coated fingers holding the box aloft, he said – (Cleaner Joe)”Marry me, Bluebell.” – <e>

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Dial M for Murder : Part Three : Flowers in the Garden
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SyndilAyani: -Even though she had absolutely no idea who the little girl was that happened to be on her operating table, she was still going to perform the surgery and heal her. She waited for someone to return to her with news of who this little girl was, if anyone knew. While she did that, however, she began working again. She carefully began to scope out the injury with a very tiny camera attached to a long wire-like device. The light that she wore on her head was shining right into the gash so she was able to see everything. The shape of the wound had her wondering what could have possibly have made such a clean gash but in a slightly curved shape. As she was picking out particles from the wound she seemed to start wondering out loud, turning most of the heads in the operating room. Her thoughts became words and they drifted all over the place- (Doctor Katu) “What could this… curved… so odd… never seen this befo–” -She cut off in mid sentence, her eyes growing wider as she started at the slightly curved wound on the back of the little girl’s head. She had seen this before, or at least something very similar. She turned her head slightly to the left, her eyes meeting Nurse Rose’s who was standing off to the side a bit, handing her surgical tools as she needed them- (Nurse Rose) “Are you alright, Doctor Katu? Do you need another surgeon to come take over for you? You’ve gone through a lot today.” -Doctor Katu shook her head at Nurse Rose who had a look of concern on her face from what she could tell- (Doctor Katu) “Shhh… You see the slight curve shape of the wound? This poor little girl was hit in the back of the head with a shovel. And by the looks of the precision of it, this was no accident either.” -Doctor Katu shook her head, feeling so terrible that an eight year old had to endure such pain as this. She would get on the detective’s case to find out who did this to her, once she reported the wound. She finished picking out the particles and cleaned
around the wound area. Only the skull was hit and from the looks of the machines the girl was hooked up to, her brain activity was normal so there was no brain damage. All she could do was suture the wound closed and then set a few staples as well. She got to work immediately, she wanted to finish this quickly so that she could speak to a detective about this- <c>
SyndilAyani: -Clyde, the fourth year resident, watched after the Hispanic woman called Detective Face. He was going to open his mouth to introduce himself as well but the detective did not even give him a chance to speak. He was so focused on watching her walk away that he did not hear the Matron begin to ramble until she began walking away while saying “Doctor Clyde….follow me..we are going to find out just who this little girl is…and where she came from. Fuck the police…and the whole damn murder investigation…we have a hospital to run!” he chuckled a little to himself, thinking that that woman really did deserve the name that she got. He turned around and trailed behind the Matron silently. He figured if he spoke she would snap at him and chop his head off, but that was just a theory- <c>SyndilAyani: -Detective Bay B. Face had heard everything on the dispatch about the investigation so far. She had noticed that no one had said anything about the rooftop. Wasn’t that where the initial crime scene was?- (Bay) “Todos son idiotas!” (Trans: They are all idiots) -She took the elevator to the top floor of the hospital and then quickly and quietly ascended the stairs to the roof of the hospital. The second she walked out onto the roof, she saw something suspect. She ran over to where she found blood… and a shovel? She bent down to inspect everything closer, and then remembered something. She reached her hand into the pocket of her detective’s jacket and took out the evidence jar with the dark specs in it. She was sure it was dirt. Bay looked from the jar to the shovel and back again. She raised an eyebrow and then shook her head- (Bay) “Que pasa acqi?” (Trans: What is going on here?) -Bay stood back up and followed drops of blood to the edge of the rook. She looked over it and down to the carpark below where she saw the news crew and the other investigators- (Bay) “HEY!” -She shouted down to everyone- (Bay) “De initial crime scene esta acqi!” <e>*Stephanie~Eliles Kitteh~: -Bluebell didn’t know what to say as she clasped both her hands over her heart and ample bosom, “oh Joe! Why in such a place, I thought we wanted to keep this a secret!” she said then moving both her hands to her face trying to cover her blazing cheeks. Of course Joe never seemed to make any effort in keeping their closet relationship a secret, where do you think he got the photos huh. Poor blue bell looked around the cafeteria that was filled with the rest of her co-workers all looking at her waiting for her answer. Ah what the heck, she squealed and wrapped both her thick arms around Cleaner Joe and tried to hug his head which would give him an exciting cushion for his face “oh yes! Joe, I will marry you!” she squealed almost jumping up and down hugging him: Thorn made her way towards the front desk and tapped the counter seeing that there was no staff there and she growled shouting towards the back, “Excuse me! Where the hell is the staff” she shouted. She could already feel her phone buzzing again, and she really rather not find out what impossible fight was brewing between her father and sister. Seeing no one there, she turned sharply and looked for one of the passing police and grabbed them by the shoulder forcing them to turn and face her, “where is the staff, I need one of them to show me where the bloody clinic is!” she snapped in the police officers face-*CharlotteCarrendar:- The rustle and clanking of tools in the groundsman’s shed, just to the right of the ambulance bays, would attract one of the out patients, who was walking past with her son, after she was released from the emergency ward. Not a suspect in the murder of Doctor Al, she stopped to fiddle in her bag, to find the keys to her car, when a dishevelled figure came out, just placing down a shovel near the doorway, eyeing off the woman’s son. (?)”Seem to have lost something, Miss?” -The woman looked up and gave a frustrated look to the man coming out of the groundsman’s shed. (Mrs Knocks)”My damn car keys…I just thought they were in my bag. Where could they be?” The groundsman snorted and then took out his hanky, his hands covered in dirt. (?)”They might be back in the hospital. Why don’t I walk your son over to your car, since he would know what it would look like and I try the door with a nice rusty coat hanger, whilst you go back inside and check the reception. I am a hospital official.”- he quickly flashed an i.d badge fast and then placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. (?)”He will be safe with me.”- The woman seemed reluctant at first, but then she shook her head, dismissing any bad thoughts. (Mrs Knocks)”I…thank you, my son, Herbie. He knows where the car is. I will race to catch you up.”- The woman skittered back in her heels towards the hospital doors, as the groundsman, took his hand off the boy’s shoulder and said, (?)”Lead the way, Son, and I can show you my new garden.”- he said, picking up his shovel and following along behind the boy named Herbie. <c>

In the ambulance bay, Matron C Bitch was going from ambulance to ambulance asking each of the paramedics, just who brought in the injured girl that was being operated on by Doctor Katu. (Matron C Bitch)”Eight years old. Surely you must have her recorded here. No? What is going on then? She couldn’t have just walked here all by herself. We must find her next of kin. Doctor Clyde. -she turned around sharply and said in a gruff voice- “Go back up and help assist Doctor Katu. I will double our efforts down here to find out just where that little girl came from.” At this point, Mrs Knocks could be seen trotting past heading back to the reception area, where she had signed herself out. The receptionist was still fielding calls, left right and center- (Receptionist)”Lorewall medical, please hold? Lorewall medical, Please hold. Yes…can I help you, Mrs Knocks?”- the receptionist said with a strained smile. (Mrs Knocks)”I’m looking for my keys, I think I left them here, and a groundsman is taking my boy out to the car to try and open it while I look.”- The receptionist tilted her head. (Receptionist)”Groundsman?…We don’t have anyone on duty for the grounds today. Are you sure?” – Mrs Knocks froze. (Mrs Knocks)”What do you mean, you don’t have a groundskeeper today? I saw a man…in the shed with a shovel.” <c>

Down in the cafeteria, Cleaner Joe was being suffocated by Nurse Bluebell, whose head was buried in her huge bosom. (Cleaner Joe)”Mmmph….Mmmph….Mmmph!” (translation : Yes…yes…HELP!”) -his arms flailing out the sides of the candy striped bovine. <e>

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-Doctor Katu was finishing her sutures when Doctor Clyde walked into the scrub room. She had her sea green eyes focused on her meticulous task but she did see him out of the corner of her eye. She shook her head as she saw him lean towards the sink and it turned on automatically. He must not have seen her motion because he began scrubbing anyway. Without moving her head she spoke to the petite Nurse Rose that stood next to her- (Doctor Katu) “Nurse Rose he is not to come in here. I do not need his assistance any more.” -She said it curtly, trusting that the scrub nurse knew what to do next. Thankfully, she did. Nurse Rose put the sterile tools down on the table and walked over to the window looking into the scrub room. She stepped on a pedal that turned the intercom on and let Doctor Katu speak. Clyde looked up at the ceiling and then at Doctor Katu as she began to give him instructions- (Doctor Katu) “Clyde, I will not be needing your assistance in here any more. I would like to know what you found out about this little girl, and what is going on downstairs. Also, what became of the evidence jar that I handed to you before you left?” -Doctor Katu’s eyes never left her expertly skilled work. She finished her last suture and tied off the end. It was some of her best work. She then carefully took the medical staple gun in her hands from another scrub nurse in the operating room, and aligned 5 staples on the girl’s head. She felt terrible that she had to this but the sutures alone were not going to hold. She waited for Clyde to answer her questions. Clyde had stopped scrubbing and took the mask off that he had put on not even two minutes prior. He looked down and stepped on the pedal on the floor to intercom into the operating room- (Clyde) “The Matron wanted my assistance with finding the girl’s next of kin, but then she sent me back up here to assist you. Downstairs is chaotic, there are police and detective’s swarming the lobby and the carpark area. Dr. Al was murdered, it seems that Ms. Boswell is loose in the hospital somewhere when she was supposed to be taken to the psyche ward and her husband is no where to be found. Nurse Katy was beaten… or something by her in the elevator. And….” -Clyde trailed off not knowing if it was a good idea to add the last piece of information to her question, since it would not be irrelevant as far as what is going on downstairs, but would get him in trouble for being inappropriate. Doctor Katu interrupted his thoughts- (Doctor Katu) “And what, Clyde? I don’t have time for this.” -She was taking her scrub gown off as well as her gloves and mask now. She opened the door and stood face to face with Clyde, and Nurse Rose was at her heel. The other OR doctors and Nurses were taking the girl to a room in the hospital for recovery  Clyde shifted uncomfortably where he stood, but let out a sigh and spoke timidly- (Clyde) “Joe, that cleaner guy and Nurse Bluebell… The cow with big tits… They’re getting married.”

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ElilesMuiLuminarde:-Thorn was just about to punch the police officer if she didn’t find her sister soon. She was usually very rational but the phone buzzing in her skirt pocket was getting out of hand. So she let the cop go and pulled the phone out,(Thorn) “Eliles what’s going on!” she snapped loudly. In the clinic in the little room where Eliles and her father had been waiting. Eliles had her sharp little claws pointed at her father’s throat and Morcal was smiling mischievously with his hands raised in surrender. (Eliles) “Papa said that the machine produced sound waves to be able to see my baby! How could he do that when the babies’ poor ears are barely developed?!” Eliles shouted over the phone making Thorn hold the ear piece away from her own ear. (Thorn)”Eliles, if it would have hurt your baby, then they wouldn’t have used it, look I’m in the hospital, I’m trying to find you now, can you please refrain from causing a blood bath,” Thorn told her. (Eliles)”again, there are no promises!” Eliles shouted back sounding even more cross then she did before Thorn arrived. Finally Thorn hung up on her after a few more reassurances that the ultrasound did nothing to the baby other then let it be scene before making her way towards the cafeteria where the staff seemed to have accumulated and a large cow woman was currently devouring some poor man with her large bosom. Bluebell gasped and released Cleaner Joe, (Bluebell) “oh I’m so sorry Joe-Joe, are you ok, really I’m sorry, we have all this planning, and I have to call Jean, you know my sister, of her calf can be the little ring bearer!” she said squealing happily. Thorn knocked on the door of the cafeteria to get everyone’s attention and cleared her throat, “excuse me, might explaining what’s going on to me, before my sister goes into a nuclear meltdown” she asked crossing her arms across her chest.-

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CharlotteCarrendar: – (Clyde) “Joe, that cleaner guy and Nurse Bluebell… The cow with big tits… They’re getting married.” Yes, it was to be the happiest news to be filtered around the hospital, with many in the cafeteria, congratulating the happy couple. Cleaner Joe was stroking the loud tie, that he had found in the carpark, that had belonged to the deceased Doctor Al. He gave his beloved Bluebell a nice pat on her rotund ass and chortled to her, after her liquid quick apology for near suffocating in her mighty cleavage. (Cleaner Joe)”Tis alright my sweet Milk dud, if I were to die between your breasts, I would go out of this world with a smile on my face. I love you, my little Buttercup.” Clapping was the sound that could be heard from the cafeteria, and out in the hall, Nurse Betty was watching, a slow smile forming on her face. (Nurse Betty)”Awe…they all look so happy. The staff seem to forget about Poor poor Doctor Al. Oh well. Might go check on the children’s ward and see how the burns kiddies are doing.”- she trotted off out of sight, and as she passed the rubbish can, she dropped a brown paper bag with something heavy into the rubbish. <c>

Out in the carpark, the little Herbie Knocks was trying to find his mother’s car, as the man with the shovel, plodded along behind him. (Herbie)”They all look the same….I can’t remember where Mummy parked the car. Mister, what do I do? Should I go back inside for Mummy?”-he glanced up as the man held the shovel on his shoulder. (?)”I know a short cut, and you can see my garden. There are some very beautiful flowers. My daughter loved flowers. She liked to dig in the garden with her shovel. Come this way, Son.”- Herbie, who was very trusting, followed the man with the shovel, who lead him just to the end of the carpark where there was a large ornate garden. He knelt down to the young boy and said. (?)”See the rows of tulips, go up and pick one for your Mummy. I won’t tell.” The boy smiled and then skipped up to be in the middle, until he saw a hand sticking out of the dirt, a ring on its finger. The boy was about to turn around when all of a sudden, a shadow crossed his path, and then…~WHACK! CLUNK! THUD!~ The body of the boy would be dragged to the bushes, and the man with the shovel started to dig a hole. <c>

As Nurse Betty waltzed past the stair well, she saw Detective Bay B. Face, and heard him yelling out. Timothy the orderly was getting a drink of water from the bubbler and he too heard (Bay) “De initial crime scene esta acqi!” Nurse Betty and Timothy looked at each other and then ran up the stairs, as the news crew and the police team down in the carpark, all looked up at the Detective. (Nancy Pickles)”Live from Lorewall Medical….it seems the detectives have found clues on the roof, stay tuned as we go up to investigate.”- The forensic team quickly gathered together their equipment and made a beeline for the roof stair well. <3>

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Dial M For Murder – Part 4: The Winner Takes it All
SyndilAyani: -Detective Bay B Face had shouted down to the investigators that were still in the car park to tell them that the crime scene had started up on the roof. The fact that they had not even checked up here yet made her worry if any of them had any skill whatsoever. She would voice this to the head of the crime lab at a later time, right now she had better things to do, like catch a killer. She turned on her heel after seeing most of the detectives downstairs pack up their equipment and head for the stairs. She walked quickly back towards the scene where the blood and shovel still lay untouched. She squatted back down to the shovel and scrutinized it much more carefully this time. She got a few evidence envelopes waiting at the ready for when she was allowed to touch and move things around. The crime scene photographer and analyst, Detective Lay Zee, was surprisingly the first one up the stairs. He held a very expensive and high-tech camera in his hands as he rushed towards the scene. He dropped a bag so close to the pool of blood that if he weren’t a mere centimetre off, the idiot would have dropped his bag right in the evidence. He spoke in a squeaky voice, which was unusual for a man of his age- (Lay) “Hi, Detective Face. I see you found the crime scene. I got up here as fast as I could so whatev–” (Bay) “I need you to close dat mouth and take da dam pictures so i can get my evidence and go!” -Detective Face interrupted him with a yell. Detective Zee quickly turned on the camera and took pictures of the entire crime scene. He had a good ten shots of each area and did not miss a spot, unfortunately, it took him about fifteen minutes to do so and time was running out. Detective Face pushed him out of the way and began scraping bits of dirt off of th blood soaked shovel. She needed to take this back to the lab immediately. She stood up and ran towards the door to go back inside just as most of the other detectives on the case were coming up the stairs- <c>
SyndilAyani: -Back in the OR scrub room, Nurse Rose began laughing hard at Clyde’s last detail of his report to Doctor Katu, who looked like she was about ready to kill him. She might have as well if there wasn’t an investigation already going on. She kept her composure and began dishing out orders as she scrubbed out of the surgery- (Doctor Katu) “Clyde, I don’t know where the hell she ran off to, but find Meli and tell her to find the Boswells. The hospital is sealed off, correct? Then they should not have gotten out. She needs to find them and I do not want to hear from of see her face until that problem is solved. next, I want you to go back to the matron and assist her. If she tells you to stick by me or do something else, tell her Doctor Katu said for you to stay downstairs with her. She needs more assistance than I do at the moment. If she argues, tell her I will not hesitate to shove something into that bog mouth of hers if she does not shut up. I have liberty to let her go anyway, she shouldn’t give you a hard time.” -She then turned to Nurse Rose who was drying off her hands- (Doctor Katu) “Find the lab rat that Clyde gave the evidence jar to. I need that analysed and brought back to me as soon as possible.” -She stopped talking and took a deep breath. Nurse Rose was already out the door with Clyde at her heels. Before he was able to leave, however, doctor Katu yanked the back of his scrubs to stop him in his tracks. Her voice was menacing and angry when she spoke- (Doctor Katu) “If you ever do that again in my scrub room OR operating room, you will not complete your residency here at Lorewall Medical, understood?” <e>
ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Thorn clapped for the happy couple, and Bluebell was just as chipper as a new calf on its first day of school. With another squeal she gave Cleaner Joe another hug before letting go to look at her new engagement ring. Thorn walked past them and straight for the woman that seemed to be in charge. She passed the other people with little care until she reached her target. The matron, she reached out and tapped her shoulder.(Thorn) “excuse me, can you tell me where the Clinic is, my sister is there getting an ultra sound and on the verge of a mental brake down and killing our father” she said smiling. <c>ElilesMuiLuminarde: Meanwhile it was just as Thorn was predicting and Eliles sat on the bed legs crossed and tapping her foot as a halo of fire circled her father’s neck. Of course it wouldn’t hurt him sense he was a considerably stronger fire cat. But the point was just the same none the less. (Eliles) “She has ten minutes before I lose it…ye should ‘ave never forced me into this death hole,” she growled. Morcal rolled his eyes (Morcal) “Eliles…this is a hospital, they heal people,” he said sounding bored. She snorted, (Eliles) “then why are soul missions in higher numbers around hospitals” she said glaring at him. Morcal didn’t respond only looked like he got more bored and begun to play with the fire ring- <e>CharlotteCarrendar: -Nurse Betty and Timothy the Orderly, came racing up the stairs to see Detective Bay B Face and Detective Lay Zee already going over the crime scene, with Detective Lay Zee, already getting into strife, for dropping his equipment bag down near where there was blood splatter. Nurse Betty held her breath and bit her bottom lip, as she then whispered to Timothy. (Nurse Betty)”This is just so sad….oh look, they found a shovel. Oh my. I wonder if THAT was the murder weapon? Gosh golly gee.”- She tipped her head from side to side and then smiled again at Timothy in an odd way. (Timothy)”Fancy buying me lunch, I kinda always liked you and well…my boyfriend kinda ….went away…for a long time, and well…I kinda think your cute. Say, do you like porn?” -she said, twirling a blond curl around her finger. Timothy was gobsmacked as the busty Nurse Betty oozed on the feminine charms. He nodded silently staring at her cleavage- (Timothy)”S..S…sure. Do you like tuna and cheese pasta?” – She looked slightly sick at this suggestion, but then brightened as the Detective was scraping the dirt and blood off the shovel. (Nurse Betty)”Learn to live dangerously I say. Ah..hahahaha..ha”-She took his arm and then went on back down the stairs, taking one last look at the Detective with the shovel and grinned. <c>CharlotteCarrendar: Down in the cafeteria, Cleaner Joe and Bluebell were certainly the couple of the hour, folk still congratulating them, and then the Hospital priest waltzed in, seeing the commotion. (Pastor Bob)”What…what is going on here, I came for the fish and chip special?”- The Matron was at the door with her staff clip board and was still counting heads. (Matron C Bitch)”Murder investigation and the Cow and the Creep are getting married.” The Priest raised an eyebrow, then had a wonderful idea. (Pastor Bob)”Why not use our chapel? I get so tired of dealing with grieving people, be real nice to do something cheery for once.”- Cleaner Joe was flabbergasted and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. (Cleaner Joe)”Now? But, I am dressed for work, where would I get a tux?” <c>CharlotteCarrendar: Out in the hospital carpark, the unconcious body of the boy was laying face down in the tulips as the man with the shovel, was digging a hole singing. “Tip toe….through the tulips…in the garden…where my daughter goes…so tip toe…*sniff*….through the tulips….with….me.”- Just then the news reporter from LCN spots him and races over to get an eyewitness account on the death of Doctor Al. (Nancy Pickles)”Excuse me…Excuse me, do you work here?…I am Nancy Pickles…and OH MY GOD THE LITTLE BOY!” <e>SyndilAyani: -Doctor Katu watched Clyde file out the door and knew they were going to do exactly as she asked them. She remembered suddenly that she had an appointment with a cat in the clinic. At least that is what she thought. She opened the door quickly and ran as fast as her legs would crry her until she reached the elevator. She pressed the button to go down and tapped her foot waiting for the elevator. After about a minute and a half of waiting, she decided it would be best to take the stairs. She threw the door open and glided quickly down the three flights of stairs before pushing the door to the first floor open. She walked right into the clinic where she found Nurse Pat trying to deal with a few patients parents from the bus crash- (Doctor Katu) “Pat! I need Elile’s chart stat! What room is she in?” -Doctor Katu shouted at the nurse as she walked over to the nurse’s station in the clinic. She tapped the counter while she waited for Nurse Pat to grab the girl’s chart- (Nurse Pat) “Ultrasound 3” -The nurse said quickly. Doctor Katu was already walking away when Nurse Pat had spoken to her but she did hear what was said. She headed for the third ultrasound room and raised an eyebrow when she pushed the door open-

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Eliles looked up midway from punching her father in the face. The old feline was giggling like a school girl as Eliles backed away from her father and crossed her arms over the small bump that was her stomach. “Oh, sorry, father issues,” she said with a laugh covering her mouth and sitting back onto the bed where she had previously had the ultrasound down, (Eliles) “first thing first, this machine doesn’t hurt my baby does it,” Eliles snapped pointing an accusing finger at said ultrasound machine. Her father groaned slightly and covered his face and earned a sharp kick to the knee from his daughter. (Morcal) “Sorry doc. But my daughter doesn’t like technology, but this is a new world for the both of us, and it would make her siblings and most of the government officials she works for happier if she saw a doctor” he said. Eliles kicked him again, (Morcal) “and she gets mood swings faster than normal human pregnancies,” he added rubbing his abused knee. Of course I’m sure the doctor hadn’t expected to see two feline people, and that alone suggested this would be a very fast pregnancy-

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Dial M for Murder : Part Five – Ace of Spades
CharlotteCarrendar: – (Nancy Pickles)”Excuse me…Excuse me, do you work here?…I am Nancy Pickles…and OH MY GOD THE LITTLE BOY!” Yes, Nancy Pickles and her intrepid crew from LCN were right on the man in the tulips. He dropped his shovel, it falling from his gloved hands into the garden bed with a dull thud. The light of the camera hitting him in the face, as Nancy Pickles started shrieking. (Nancy Pickles)”WE HAVE THE MURDERER!!!” The cameraman was chewing gum, his hat on backwards, smiling and nodding as the sound guy moved in the boom mic closer to the man in the tulips face. (Man in the Tulips)”No…I was showing him the tulips.”- He said, looking wide eyed at the camera. “My daughter…she loved flowers. I was digging a hole.” The screams of Nancy Pickles was heard from the security team up in the car park. Along with two detectives that were interviewing out patients, they all started to run to the tulip garden. One of the parents from the emergency ward that was taking his little boy home, spotted the man in the tulip garden and shouted. (Father)”HEY, THAT’S MR BOSWELL…THE GUY WHOSE DAUGHTER DIED BACK IN THAT SHIT HOLE OF A HOSPITAL!!” <c>
CharlotteCarrendar: Back inside the hospital, the cafeteria was really buzzing with people being interviewed and also celebrating Nurse Bluebell and Cleaner Joe’s upcoming nuptials. Matron C Bitch was looking strangely as Thorn, whose appearance was unusual to say the least. (Thorn) “excuse me, can you tell me where the Clinic is, my sister is there getting an ultra sound and on the verge of a mental brake down and killing our father” Matron C Bitch tutted. (Matron)”So YOUR related to THAT are you? Hmmph, some mothers and all that clap trap.”- she spied Nurse Betty coming in with Timothy the orderly looking very smug, and she shouted (Matron)”NURSE BETTY…Take…this lady to the Xray clinic, I understand that there is a relative there that is of some…importance. MOVE.”- Nurse Betty made a half smile at Thorn, then saluted the Matron before coming up to Thorn, and saying softly- (Nurse Betty)”Follow me, we can chat on the way. Love your hair. So soft. I had a boyfriend with soft hair…but he’s gone now.” -She would then show her out of the cafeteria.- <e>
SyndilAyani: -Doctor Katu did not know how to initially respond to the two felines in the room so she simply walked into the ultrasound room with a smile. The young woman feline, the one who was pregnant, snapped at her as she made her way into the room, asking if the machine was going to hurt the baby. Doctor Katu closed the door behind her softly, at first not answering her question, but flipping through the charts to make sure all of her tests looked normal. She sat down on the rolling stool next to the ultrasound monitor and clicked on a few links that brought up the picture of the baby. She jotted down a few things and then looked back up to the young woman and her father. With a smile she spoke gently and politely, not wanting to add to the young feline’s already obvious fiery temper- (Doctor Katu) “My dear the ultrasound machine would not hurt your baby in the slightest.” -She motioned toward the picture on the sonogram monitor with a smile- (Doctor Katu) “We use it to look at your baby, to make sure that it is healthy and growing the way it should. The picture here, gives us a clear understanding of just how well your baby is growing and from the looks of that and the rest of your tests, you have one healthy baby boy growing inside of you. You are due in about a month’s time as well, but I expect to see you back here in just about two weeks so I can keep checking your progress. Congratulations to you. I know this isn’t your first but it must be exciting all the same. Do either of you have any questions for me before we get finished up? Otherwise, Nurse Pat out at the nurse’s station can check you out and schedule you for a follow up in two weeks” -She looked between the young woman and her father and awaited any questions they might have- <c>SyndilAyani: -Detective face walked into the hospital lab on the second floor and got right to work. She sat both of the evidence containers on the counter and pulled two vials out of a machine to her left. She emptied the evidence from the little girl’s head into one of the containers, and the dirt from the shovel that was found on the roof into the other. She then grabbed a dropper and dropped a substance into each of the vials. She brought them both to a machine, where she placed each in a slot, closed the cover and pressed the start button so the machine could begin analyzing what exactly the material was. While she waited, Nurse Rose came bursting in the doors of the room looking a bit frazzled, having just ran from the 4th floor scrub room in OR 2 to the lab two floors down and across most of the hospital. Detective Face looked up at the petite auburn haired nurse with an annoyed look on her face. Nurse Rose’s tiny voice rung through the room like a bell- (Nurse Rose) “Do you know where I can find the detective that had the evidence from the operating room upstairs? Doctor Katu needs the results as soon as possible and I’m really in a hurry to find whomever has it.” -Detective Face smiled at the nurse, but it was neither genuine nor friendly. In her thick hispanic accent she spoke harshly to nurse Rose, who was no doubt scared of this woman who was just as tiny as she was, but had a gun in her pocket and looked scary as well- (Detective Face) “Bay B. Face…and I have de evidence, you just gotta give me a second to run it. These things no take dos segundos chica.” -As she said that the machine beeped and printed out a paper. The detective pulled the freshly printed page out and looked over it meticulously, with Nurse Rose looking over her shoulder. The charts on the paper were exactly the same, which meant the substances were the same. The detective looked to Nurse Rose- (Detective Face) “You say you got this off a little girl’s head? God bless her.” -The nurse nodded and her head dropped to the floor- (Nurse Rose) “Well shit…” <c>SyndilAyani: -Meli was helping take care of Nurse Katy, who had been beaten up by Ms. Boswell in the elevator. When Clyde had emerged from the elevator, he called to her- (Clyde) “MELI! We need to find the Boswells now!” -Clyde had been instructed to assist the matron but he did not care for her much and so he chose to stick with Meli instead. Meli finished putting a bandage on Nurse Katy’s arm and then she walked over to Clyde’s side. The two of them ran to the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the 4th floor. Meli got shivers down her spine as the doors closed slowly. They were on their way to the psych ward- <e>ElilesMuiLuminarde:-Thorn was so tempted to slap the matron’s tongue right out of her mouth but nurse Betty had tugged her away just in time from following through with the delightful mental image she was entertaining. (Nurse Betty) “Follow me; we can chat on the way. Love your hair. So soft. I had a boyfriend with soft hair…but he’s gone now” she said and led Thorn out of the cafeteria. Thorn chuckled and crossed her arms, “oh, that is because I don’t have human hair, it’s actually fur,” she said and ran her fingers through the brown locks. Before looking at her with the dazzling star filled eyes.<c>ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Meanwhile, back in the ultrasound room, Morcal took it upon himself to ask the question’s his daughter was not willing to ask.(Morcal) “Thank you, Miss Katu,” he said smiling leisurely at her his star eyes flickering over her quickly with appreciation, the sly old cat. Then he cleared his throat,(Morcal) “her mate, wish to have her travel, back to our home country, I keep telling him I don’t think it should be done yet, it should wait till after the delivery. But dragons are a bit hard headed. I also have been trying to tell her she needs not to move around as much as she keeps insisting; I was hoping the shell shock of seeing a modern doctor might finally teach her that,” Eliles stuck her tongue out at her father hands on her hips, (Eliles)”I have five other kids, and none of them have been difficult at all! I ran a whole castle during each pregnancy helping around here is no change,” she snapped at him, Morcal glanced at her, (Morcal) “yes a castle with waiting and willing staff and a village with a population of a little over 100 people including the children. That is much different than a large city full of machines that send you into a hysterical frenzy” he pointed out. The feline girl huffed and crossed her arms her face turning red as she pouted.-<e>Slappykinkaid: Slappy, having been asleep for a while was getting some grub in the caffeteria, unaware that a lot had happened while he was asleep. He sat at one of the tables gnawing at a sub par apple & looking out the window. His sleep was somewhat restful, but he still kept having bizzare dreams that he couldnt quite piece together after waking. He knew that he was supposed to go back to Aeth, his home world, well I guess same world as this but his own dimension of it, & he was supposed to take Daneeka with him, but why and for what purpose he had no clue. All he did know was that the one common link between her, him and Bert for that matter was that they all had spent time in that other fucking world with that fucking ass hat with the obsession for his Tower. So more than likely this all had something to do with that. But what though? & WHY THE FUCK WAS IT ALWAYs HIS DAMN PROBLEM? Man it would be nice for someone else to deal with this kind of shit for once. Just a little vacation.

Slappykinkaid: At that moment there was a flood of people streaming into the cafeteria  (Slappy) “What the fuck? Is it everybodys lunch break or something?” he muttered to himself. He casually watched as the hospital staff milled about. Apparently a janitor over to one side proposed to a… cow? wait a second… Yeah thats a cow. (Slappy) “Well thats new” he said to himself looking bemusedly at the half bovine couple.

Slappykinkaid: Meanwhile Dr Fitzgibbons decided to go check on Baldrick in Post Op, just to make sure things were going smooth. On his way , a intern that had been monitoring the other patient that Dr AL had worked on came running up to him. (Intern) “Um Dr Fitzgibbons? Do you have a minuet? (Dr Fitzgibbons) “No not really, but Im sure what little issue you have to ask me about is super important. Or at least I hope it is.” The intern looked nervous & clutched the clipboard he had been carrying with white knuckles. (Intern) “well um, John Griscol, the patient that had the slingshot pellet in his shoulder?” Dr Fitzgibbons was getting annoyed. He was starting to wish that this little pre pubescant doofus would just
spit out his question. It would most likely be something moronic like what dosage of Tylonol to give or if they need to re-do the sutures when they re-dressed the wounds. (Dr. Fitzgibbons) “Come on, come on spit it out. What is it?” The intern was looking more nervous than ever. He took a deep breath and tried to settle his nerves. (Intern) “um, he bled out. By the time I went to check on him he was already dead” He handed the clipboard over to Dr Fitzgibbons. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Oh. I see.” He took the clipboard and looked over the welness checks to make sure there wasnt any errors, The surgery had just been completed not too long ago, and the interns check was the 1st one on it. (Dr. Fitzgibbons) “Well dont stress over it. You did all you could do.” The intern looked relieved & went back to his rounds. Dr Fitzgibbons turned his attention bact to getting to post Op.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Down in the carpark tulip garden, the man who had now been identified as Mr Boswell, was ranting as the other parent was taking his child to his family car. (Mr Boswell)”It’s not fair….my daughter loved flowers…*cries*….I wanted the boy to see the flowers!” The security men from the hosptial grabbed Mr Boswell on each arm and dragged him, kicking and screaming back towards the hospital, as the police picked up the unconscious young boy with the shovel wound to the back of the head. (Detective Sam)”He is still breathing…quick lets get him to the ER.” The camera crew put down their equipment, the life of the boy now more important than the news story at the moment. Nancy Pickles shouted- (Nancy Pickles)”WE AREN’T FINISHED!”- She trotted after them as she too would follow them to the ER. <c>

CharlotteCarrendar: The two security men dragged the screaming Mr Boswell, his boots coming off in the foyer, leaving a trail of mud and dirt. The receptionist was shocked to see him being dragged back in in such a fashion, and then paged the Matron- (Receptionist on intercom)”Matron Bitch…Matron Bitch. Mr Boswell is being taken to the psyche ward”- Up in the psyche ward however, things were getting out of hand. (Orderly.)”You….come back…*blows his whistle*…tweet!* He started chasing after the escapee in the straight jacket. And sure enough the doors to the lift opened with the security guards dragging out poor Mr Boswell. (Mr Boswell)”Flowers…..in the garden…..I never meant to harm the boy. Help me, Rosalie!!!” The lift doors remained open. A chance, for SOMEONE to make a run for it.-

SyndilAyani: (Doctor Katu) “Doctor.” -The attending interjected the old feline before he continued speaking. She spent many years in school and had worked hard for that title so she got frustrated when people called her “Miss. Katu.” In truth, however, she did not look old enough to be a doctor, but that was just because she looked so young for her age. Saying no more, she patiently waited while Elile’s father explained his daughter’s situation and then how Eliles spoke back to him. The sight was amusing to her though she did not let it show on her face for fear of offending the two. She watched the young felin’s face turn red as she finished speaking. Doctor katu took a deep breath before she spoke- (Doctor Katu) “In my professional opinion, I would not move you until after the baby is born. Though an occasional craziness happens, this hospital’s reputation for paediatrics far surpasses any other hospital in the country and I assure you I would see to your personal care. I know that is of the utmost importance to you and I can see you are fearful.” -She paused for a moment gathering her thoughts- (Doctor Katu) “As for the moving around, your father is right and because this is your sixth child, the risk of something taking a turn for the worst is more likely because your body is more fragile. I have seen it before where mothers expect their bodies to get used to the pain and deal with things they think they can do better this time around, but unfortunately, that isn’t how it works with a pregnancy.” -She smiled warmly, and let the information sink in to their brains, giving them a chance to answer her, before she continued to speak- <c>

SyndilAyani: -Nurse Rose and Detective Bay. B Face exchanged glances for a moment before either of them could speak. This meant that some, if not all, of the blood on the roof of the hospital building was this little girl’s, who had still not been claimed by an adult yet- (Nurse Rose) “Photocopy that quickly for me please.” -She commanded the detective quickly. Detective Face would have cursed at her and told her to do it herself but the investigation was getting serious now. She power walked quickly over to the copy machine and stuck the paper on the plexi see through scanner. She closed the lid and pressed the start button and waited impatiently for a second copy of the analysis to emerge from the feed of the machine. She gave the copy to Nurse Rose, knowing full well that her team and boss would want the original document. Nurse Rose and Detective Face both left the lab, each with a sheet of paper in hand and went to their respective destinations. Detective Face headed towards the stairs and down to the cafeteria where most of the hospital staff had been gathered. Nurse Rose ran to the elevator. She took it down to the clinic and emerged as quickly as she could. She walked quickly to the nurse’s station and fount Nurse Pat there, sorting through files and organizing them- (Nurse Rose) “Pat! Where is Doctor Katu?” -Nurse Pat turned around abruptly and pointed in the direction of the ultrasound rooms- (Nurse Pat) “Three” -Her voice trilled and Nurse Rose broke into a run down the hall- (Nurse Pat) “She’s in the middle of an appointment!” -The older Nurse called over her shoulder. Nurse Rose ignored her, though and slowly knocked on the door- <c>

SyndilAyani: -The elevator doors opened up to a scene of chaos on the fourth floor of the hospital. Immediately, Clyde and Meli heard an orderly blow the whistle and then watched as a man in a straight jacket ran towards the elevators. Next to them, as they stepped out, Mr. Boswell was being dragged to a room by security guards, and now both elevator doors were open. Clyde charged forward at a jog, meaning to tackle the man in the straight jacket. He thought this would not be difficult, since the man had no free hands, but he could not be sure. If he was successful in this, he would be able to hold the man down to the ground so that security could take him back to his room and tighten the straps that were supposed to keep him strapped to the bed. Behind him, a lift door closed and he turned around for only a brief moment to see Meli waving at him with a worried look on her face. She pushed the closed door button and with shaky hands, pressed the button for the first floor. When she finally reached it and the doors opened, she practically flew out of the elevator and out into the lobby, past everyone and everything. She threw open the door to the parking lot and grabbed her keys from her lab coat pocket as she ran for her car. She opened the door with such force it should have broken off and she started her car quickly, beginning to drive away before she even closed the car door. She was scared out of her mind- <e>

GregorMendelKinkaid: Cuthbert looked over at Daneeka as she asked him if it was time to go. (Cuthbert) “It will be soon. Slappy should be back out here any minuet and then all we have to do is get Hatchet released and then were off. BY the way, any clue what the hell all this media buzz is still about out here?” He asked as he watched the melee going on about them. He wasnt a big fan of crowds, so he certainly wanted to get out.You guys arent from this area are you?” Cuthbert looked over a bit curious as to the question. (Cuthbert) “Is it that obvious?” (Dax) “a little of yes, a little of no, Were not from here either.” He would say with a dry chuckle. (Dax) “we really cant quite recall how we got here. Only that we did.” Big John meanwhile was doing the best he could not to lose his shit. But all the people crowded around, and all that was going on, it wasnt easy. (Dax) “You ok there big guy?” (John)”Nussir Boss” He said shaking his head. His eyes were running again, like usual and he was sweating profusely. He looked like kinda the same way people do when they really have to take a leak. (John) “Theres people killin on th loose. That bad doctor, he dead. Fell from th roof. An th crazy man they jus brought in, he killed some o dem others too. These real bad people here boss. That man…” referring to Mr Bosworth, (John) I hear his thoughts. An its just loud voices screamin an screamin. It hurts real badd boss. Real bad.”
GregorMendelKinkaid: Just about then a woman whom appeared to be bleeding from her nether regions was wandering out from one of the norther walls to the ER lobby. Skip D Pustule, a second year resident was out in the lobby chatting with a nurse when he saw her plodding along, He yelled off to the nearest orderly (Skip) “Ok we need a wheelchair fast, here comes another one.”

Eliles : – -Eliles gave Doctor Katu a strained smile and crossed her arms tighter. Her father reached at and gripped his daughter’s knee. (Moral) “remember, your mother always has to play mid wife, for some of the older celestial females, not only that, but your weren’t such an easy delivery either for her, you were her 15 and last litter” he said. Eliles sighed softly, (Eliles) “fine…but you will have to explain to Ciar that we can’t go back to Mirari yet,” she pointed out. Morcal looked at Doctor Katu and nodded, (Moral)“sorry, Doctor Katu, tis old habit of mine,” he stated and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. (Eliles) “So two weeks right…and those images…I promise you the long spine thing coming off its body is normal” Eliles wanted to point out as she showed Doctor Katu her own tail by grabbing it and bringing it forward. (Eliles)“and the extra bones on its back, that’s usually the hardest, I believe with the others, it was the wings, my first actually had to have his wing in a cast for a little while, they were so fragile” Eliles said becoming dreamily as she thought about her first son. Soon to be number three son. Morcal chuckled,(Morcal) “ is there anything else we should be concerned about Docter Katu?”-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Thorn chuckled and crossed her arms, “oh, that is because I don’t have human hair, it’s actually fur,” Nurse Betty smiled so sweetly, it was just like she was sitting for her school photo, butter not melting in her mouth. (Nurse Betty)”Fur..really? That is so cool you know. Well I think your just gorgeous and I know no man would be able to resist you. I had a boyfriend. Mhm…was a Doctor, at this very hospital. Course he was married, but he did promise me, he was leaving her for me. Promised me the world he did…..(Dream sequence : – the roof top) ~Doctor Al throws his tie over the side of the building, to have it fluttering down so light like it was a feather. (Doctor Al)”God…lost it all. How will I face her? I have ruined it all, Moira. *sob…sob* (Nurse Betty)”Moira, huh?” Doctor Al turned around, and there was standing, Nurse Betty. She was smiling at him, that brilliant white smile. Those perky breasts that he had paid for. Doctor Al let out an exasperated sigh. (Doctor Al)”I don’t want to talk, about things we’ve gone through. Though its hurting me, now its history. *he looked over the edge and coughed as he glanced back at Nurse Betty* “I’ve played all my cards, and thats what you’ve done too. Nothing more to say. No more ace to play.” Nurse Betty raised her chin and smiled as she sang back. (Nurse Betty)”The Winner takes it all. *she snarls at him*..The loser standing small. Beside the victory, that’s MY destiny. I was in your arms, thinking I belonged there, I figured it made sense, building me a fence. Building me a home, thinking I’d belong there. But I was a fool, playing by your rules.” Doctor Al took a step towards her and with his hands together, as if pleading he replied: (Doctor Al)”The gods may throw a dice…their minds as cold as ice. And someone waiting down here. *his eyes full of tears*…loses someone dear.”- Nurse Betty twirls a shovel she holds in her right hand, and sings back- (Nurse Betty)”Its simple and its plain. WHY Should I complain?” -She drives the shovel tip into the roof and steps towards him. Looking him squarely in the eyes, and says with a mock sugar sweet voice- (Nurse Betty)”But tell me does she kiss, like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same, when she calls your name?” (Doctor Al)”Somewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you? But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed.” (Nurse Betty)”The judges will decide!…The likes of me abide. Spectators of the show. *she points to the carpark below*…..always stay and LAUGH. The game is on again. (Doctor Al)”A lover, or a friend?” (Nurse Betty)”A big thing or a small….THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL!!! Suddenly there is silence, and Doctor Al bows his head, turning away, his voice above a whisper, facing the carpark. Down below, people are chanting for him not to jump. He starts to say..(Doctor Al)”I don’t want to talk, if it makes you feel sad, and I understand. You’ve come to shake my hand. I apologise, if it makes you feel sad. Seeing me so tense. Lose of confidence……” Suddenly Nurse Betty swings the shovel up and then back as a tear rolls down her face, smiling like a woman possessed. (Nurse Betty)”Oh….but you see. THE WINNER TAKES IT ALLLLL!” she swings hard and knocks Doctor Al in the back of the head…he falls, plummeting down to the carpark. (Nurse Betty)”THE WINNER TAKES IT ALLLLL!!……~Splatt!~ :: In the morgue, the forensic specialist is pulling out fragments of dirt from the back of Doctor Al’s head, and sings softly (Forensics specialist) ‘so the winner, takes it all. And the loser….had to fall. Throw a dice, cold as ice. Way down here, someone dear. Takes it all, has to fall. And its plain…*she holds up a broken polished pink fingernail*…I can’t complain” –

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May 07, 2012 08:24PM
Dial M for Murder – Part 6: The Deeds of Another
(this rp included a secondary plot line as well called The Girl and The Ice Cream
SyndilAyani: -Doctor Katu was sitting in ultrasound room 3 with the feline she had in for a sonogram appointment that day, and the girl’s father. She smiled at Morcal when he had apologized for speaking to her with the wrong title.- (Doctor Katu) “It is quite alright sir. Such things get overlooked at times.” -She then listened to he and his daughter talk about the arrangements they might have wanted to make for the baby’s delivery and such. She gave the lightest of laughs as Eliles explained the tail and wings, smiling at her and listening attentively, even though she had a pretty good idea what was going on. She did not want Eliles to think she was not listening. It was important that her patients felt comfortable.- (Doctor Katu) “Eliles I assure you there is nothing else you need to worry about, dear. As for the tail and wings, I cannot say I have seen anything exactly like this before, however I do know what a kitten looks like as a foetus  as well as how wings develop i the womb. I can assure you that everything looks in the best shape as of the moment. If anything changes though, you will have my number on the form when you make your next appointment, and you can call me at anytime.” -Suddenly, Doctor Katu heard a knock at the door. She turned around to look at it, and her eyes narrowed. Almost everyone who worked at the hospital knew how she felt about being interrupted when she was with a patient.- (Doctor Katu) “Just a moment.” -She said it quickly before the knocker decided to annoyingly do so again. Then she turned to Eliles and Morcal.- (Doctor Katu) “My apologies, I will be only a moment.” -Doctor Katu turned on her heel and thrust the door open angrily. Her eyes fell upon Nurse Rose, who had stepped back quickly to save her face from not getting slammed into the door. Droctor Katu shut the door behing her and looked at the petite woman standing in front of her with an angry and annoyed expression.- (Doctor Katu) “What the HELL have I said about interrupting appointments, Rose? What is so important that you nee–” (Nurse Rose) “ITS A MATCH!!” -The nurse interrupted the attending surgeon with a scream. Doctor Katu gave Nurse Rose a puzzled expression, not completely understanding at first. Then her eyes widened a bit. Nurse Rose nodded.- (Nurse Rose) “It was dirt in the little girl’s head….” -She trailed off a bit, letting the words sink in.- (Nurse Rose) “And the dirt from her head was consistent with the bloody dirt covered shovel found at the crime scene of Dr. Al’s murder that happened on the roof of this hospital above the carpark.” -As Nurse Rose spoke, Doctor Katu shook her head- (Doctor Katu) “Shit… so who tried to kill this little girl?” <c>
SyndilAyani: -Clyde raised an eyebrow as the crazy man in a straight   jacket dodged him and headed for the elevator. He knew that security officers would handle it so he got back into the other elevator and went downstairs to the ground floor. Upon emerging from the elevator, he saw Nurse Betty and a cat woman… at least she looked like one… walking towards the clinic. He ran out of the elevator towards the two women- (Clyde) “Nurse Betty!” -He called to her loudly as he closed the distance between them. His legs pumped fast to catch up to them but they seemed to slow down a bit as well. When he finally got them, Nurse Betty seemed to be in a trance-like state, almost as if she was having a flash back or a dream sequence. He nodded to the woman beside Nurse Betty, taking in her cat-like appearance. ‘Interesting’ he mused in his head.- (Dr. Marshall) “…paperwork over there and then you ladies can be on your way. Have a safe trip back to your hotel and remember to drive carefully.” -Clyde heard Dr. Marshall’s voice and a smile spread wide across his face. he turned around just to see the athletic and handsome doctor giving two women a wink and pointing them in the direction of the checkout desk. Clyde sighed dreamily in Dr. Marshall’s direction.- (Bay B. Face) “Alright, alright. Yo voy yo voy!” -The Hispanic detective said into the phone, not pulling Clyde out of his trance as she passed. Then she spoke, more to herself than anything else.- (Detective Face) “A pink fingernail, hmmm….” <e>
CharlotteCarrendar: :- Being dragged into the padded cell in the psyche ward, Mr Boswell was a blubbering mess. His clothes, stained with the mud of the tulip garden, his hand cut and bleeing like he had been in some sort of fight. (Mr Boswell)”I…didn’t…I just saw….HER….she…hit the woman on the head and buried her….I….saw the shovel…I thought…this is where they go to die….THE TULIPS….my daughter loved tulips….my daughter loved her garden. I thought….yes…if I bury the boy too…then…My daughter would grow back…like…a tulip…in that..that…garden.”- The two security guards looked at each other oddly. (Guard one)”What woman?” On his knees in the cell, he was rocking back and forth, babbling inconsistently  (Mr Boswell)”She…wore curlers…fancy…fancy like…she was from a salon…she was crying….I ..think…why do men fall from the sky?…Death…death…DEATH…My wife..where is my wife? I have to ….I have to….”-next thing you know, Mr Boswell starts to look as though he is choking. His eyes bulge as he is bringing up bile from his throat. A gargling sound is heard, and then a pained look on his face. (Mr Boswell)”Hearrrrrttttt…..”- he then collapsed to the ground, eyes staring out souless…- time of death….5.09pm. <c>CharlotteCarrendar: (Clyde) “Nurse Betty!” Clyde would sing out seeing her and Thorn in the distance. Nurse Betty snapped hard to attention, from her day dream of killing Doctor Al. (Nurse Betty)”Yuuush?” Her eyes blinking and she put on her best smile. (Nurse Betty)”I have been showing this lovely lady up to the Scans room…where…they show babies on the machine …thingy.” She chuckled and caught sight of Thorn staring at her oddly. (Nurse Betty)”I know…my breasts are divine…my ex boyfriend paid for them. Want the surgeon’s card?” <e>TwiztedEvilLiz: she walked in slowly as she was very quiet an shy she was about 6’5 she was only about 15 an she was very skinny for her age an she looked like she has not slept in about 2 years an she had short black hair an she wore nice clothing she had small petty hands and she has been travleing for about 4 years as her parents died from a assassain when she was little an she just pushed it all away in that sense that was why she was not very talktive an her skin was light as she had tattoos on her skin an as she travelled she would scrumage for food her money was short but she would stay in a town for few days week at the most to earn a little money she was just surving an she did it well she also did not get close to anyone she had a broken shoulder an she was bruised up a bit she had many inuries but they were all fairly old due to not affording a doctor an she did not like healing so there for she never mentioned her wounds an when she did she tried to cover them up an pretend she did not have them she also had very long ears-CharlotteCarrendar: :- The young girl that had wandered into the hospital foyer, appeared to have walked into a bit of a messy situation at Lorewall Medical facility. Course, with many staff either on the fourth and fifth floors, there had to be someone to greet those that the police line were allowing through. Nurse Penelope, on duty and steadfast at the reception desk, dealing with the growing pile of files from the many patients that were pressing their buzzers frantically, looked as though she could use a holiday. Eagle eyed, she picked up the great pile and was about to turn to do rounds, when she spotted the young waif, and quickly trotted over, her hair bouncing on her shoulders. (Nurse Penelope)”Sweets, you picked a bad bad day to come get checked in. Gosh and your skin and bone. Goodness, you look like someone took to you with a meat cleaver. Hmm…your shoulder is drooping too, here, let me escort you to the fracture clinic, and then we can get some x rays sorted. Okay?”-SyndilAyani: -Doctor Katu and Nurse Rose looked at each other for what felt like several minutes, when in reality only a few seconds had passed. She took a deep breath, trying to sort out everything in her mind before she made any further moves- (Doctor Katu) “Rose, do the police know about this?” –Nurse Rose shrugged her shoulders- (Nurse Rose) “I was in the lab with a Detective Face when she got the results. She took them to the head detective on the case and gave me a copy of the results to you.” –She took out a piece of paper from a folder and handed it over to Doctor Katu. The doctor did not even look at what the results showed, already having known the answer based off of what Nurse Rose had told her. She turned around and opened the door to the ultrasound room that Eliles and Morcal were in one peered her head in only to give quickly some instructions about what to do when they left- (Doctor Katu) “Eliles, dear. Make sure you are not jostling around the baby too much. You don’t need to move around if you can avoid it. When you leave just make a left out of the room and then a right to the nurses’ station. Ask for Nurse Pat. She will have you sign some forms and help you schedule your follow up appointment in 2 weeks. Remember, if you need anything you can call me. It was nice seeing you both. I will see you in 2 weeks!” –She smiled at them and then moved to shut the door, leaving Eliles and her father to talk things over about the appointments and such before they left. Doctor Katu walked down the hall and past the nurses’ station, calling to Nurse Pat over her shoulder as she did so- (Doctor Katu) “Take care of Eliles and her father please!.” –Nurse Rose strode quickly behind Doctor Katu and they both made their way into the lobby and main entrance of the hospital, where Clyde, Dr. Marshall, a woman that very much looked like she belonged in Eliles’ family, Nurse Betty, and a Hispanic woman with a CSI team jacket that was probably a detective on the case as well as many others in the lobby/waiting room were standing and sitting around. Nurse Rose conformed that thought for her as she spoke while they were walking- (Nurse Rose) “That is the woman that tested the evidence and found out that the dirt came from the shovel at the crime scene.” –Nurse Rose raised a hand to point at Detective Face just as she turned around and closed her phone. The detective did not even notice, she was too busy pondering the information that just been passed to her on the phone call. She looked around, appearing to be deep in thought. Her eyes suddenly widened as they rested on Nurse Betty’s hands. She had on bright pink acrylics, and one of them was missing. The detective took a few steps away from the group before opening up her phone. She dialed a number and held the receiver to her ear, muttering into it softly, inquiring more information about the pink nail to the detective who she had just hung up the phone with. After getting the information she needed, she nodded and closed the phone once more and opened it again dialing the number so she was able to get backup. She spoke quietly- (Detective Face) “I have found Dr. Al’s killer. Nesecito back up immediately!” <c>

SyndilAyani: -While the detective was waiting for backup, Doctor Katu and Nurse Rose had just about approached Clyde, Nurse Betty, and the cat-looking woman, Dr. Marshall grabbed Doctor Katu’s arm and spun her around, pulling her close to his body- (Dr. Marshall) “Say, babe… hows about you and I ditch the rest of the day and go have a little fun back at your place. You live in the Hidden Oasis, right? Heard you’ve got your pretty little self some interesting neighbors.” –Dr. Marshall winked at her. Doctor katu kicked him in the knee and backed away- (Doctor Katu) “I have a hospital full of sick patients!” –From the small distance, where Clyde was standing it looked as if Doctor Katu was flirting back with Dr. Marshall. Clyde sighed again but this time it was not a happy sigh, it was a sad sigh. The hospital radio was buzzing overhead with a song he was very familiar with. “Half past twelve. And I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone, how I hate to spend the evening on my own…Autumn winds. Blowing outside the window as I look around the room, and it makes me so depressed to see the gloom…” Clyde smiled at the lyrics and began to sing them aloud, not caring if anyone heard him- (Clyde) “There’s not a soul out theeeere….No one to hear my praaaaaayer! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie a man after midnight, won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie a man after midnight! Take me through the darkness til the break of the day!” –Clyde looked around, and found some people in the lobby were looking at him, except for one teenage girl who was leaning against the glass pane wall watching the television. She began to sing.- (Teenage Girl) “Movie stars…Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win, it’s so different from the world I’m living in!…Tired of T.V., I open the window and I gaze into the night, but there’s nothing there to see, no one in sight…There’s not a soul out there..No one to hear my prayer” (Clyde & Teenage Girl) “Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie a man after midnight, won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie a man after midnight! Take me through the darkness til the break of the day!” <c>

SyndilAyani: -Detective Face paid no mind to the immature intern who was singing ABBA in the middle of the lobby. She looked around her as all of the backup began lining up around the lobby, waiting for her signal to come into sight and seize Nurse Betty. The detective turned on her heel and strode right up to Nurse Betty. As she did so, she waved a hand behind her back, and the team assembled in the hall. The detective took out hand cuffs and grabbed one of Nurse Betty’s wrists, slapping on the handcuff and shouting at her- (Detective Face) “Betty! You are under arrest for the murder of Dr. Al. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you said may and will be used against you in a court of law.” –Detective Face slapped on the other cuff behind Nurse Betty’s back and read her the rest of her rights. The back up team huddled around her just in case she tried to break free, and she was escorted outside. As the people in the lobby caught sight of the situation unfolding before their eyes, they all stood up and tried to break their way through the team of backup so that they might be able to lay a fist on the woman who had murdered him- (?) “YOU BITCH!!…… MUDERER!….. HE WAS MY FAVORITE DOCTOR!……… YOU MURDERED MY LOVER…. NO! HE WAS MY LOVER….. YOU SHOULD BURN IN HELL YOU FILTH…..MY LOVER! YOU KILLED HIM!!!” –People were shouting all over the place and chaos erupted in the lobby before the CSI team could get Nurse Betty out the front door. Crowds can rushing in from the cafeteria and huddled around as well, everyone trying to break through the CSI team to get a word in to her. It seemed like hundreds of people has suddenly crowded there…the entire hospital. All except for four. Nurse Rose stared at Clyde with loving eyes at his singing voice. Clyde stared at Dr. Marshall with heated passion and jealousy in his eyes. Dr. Marshall stared at Droctor Katu with a lustful expression as his eyes glazed over her body, and Doctor Katu…… stood in utter shock with just her eyes raised to the ceiling as if she was looking through the wall and into the little girl’s recovery room.- <e>

TwiztedEvilLiz: -she stumbled as she looked around an she did not know where she was as she said softly- No im fine i do not need any help -she looks around as she backs away almost falling an she used wall to catch her self as she was vert dizzy-

CharlotteCarrendar: – Nurse Penelope was frazzled. The phones were blinking off and on and off and on. The receptionist was trying frantically to field the calls, and Nurse Penelope slammed down the files and raced to help the girl who was sliding down the wall. (Nurse Penelope)”You’re not okay….Timothy….get me a gurney…STAT!”- Timothy was eating an icecream in the doorway to the cafeteria and accidentally licked to hard, the ball falling on the floor with a splat. (Timothy)”On it, Nurse Pene.”- He went to run to get the nearest available gurney, only slipping in the ball of icecream and sliding onto his ass with a thud. (Timothy)”Oh…oh…I think I broke my ankle. Is there a Doctor in the house?” –

CharlotteCarrendar: The young girl was clearly delusional and was attempting to push Nurse Penelope off, as Timothy the orderly was holding onto his ankle- (Timothy)”OW…Ow..OW!”- The lift door would open and out would step the security guards from the psyche ward, both were ashen faced. Matron C Bitch stormed up and with hands on hips, looked at the young girl stumbling around. (Matron)”Get that woman into a straight jacket. I won’t have any more mad patients attacking my STAFF!” – Both of the security men, still shocked at the death of Mr Boswell, shrugged and then made a beeline to apprehend and place a straight jacket on the young girl, as Matron Bitch thrust a bunch of files at Nurse Penelope. (Matron)”BED PAN DUTY!!…NOW!!”-

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Eliles and her Father Morcal gathered there things. Eliles took a cloth and cleaned her belly of the gel that had been left from the ultra sound while her father walked over to the computer and hit a few buttons, “papa what are ye doing,” she asked him her eye brows knitting together, “what do you think, I’m printing these images out, your mate would be thrilled to see this, oh and making a DVD,” he said opening a drawer that you wouldn’t think he knew about pulling out one of the rounded disks. “Isn’t that stealing papa,” she said putting her hands on her hips. “of course not, we’ll inform the lady at the desk that we have them, then they’ll be included in the bill, which remind’s me, do you know how to send the tab to the Lorewall government, or has your mate not established ourselves with diplomatic immunities,” he pointed out. Eliles kicked her father in the side and he gave her a sharp glare. “don’t start what you won’t finish lil kit,” he snapped and she stuck her tongue out at him, “so now ye get angry” she said rolling her eyes. Morcal smiled and pulled out the DVD as it slide free of the computer and grabbed the prints that came from the printer also pulling out a folder form one of the cabinets, “you used full use your skills probing the Cow woman’s mind didn’t ye,” she asked him, Morcal smiled leisurely a little of his sanity peeking through, “the minds around here are so open baby girl, I didn’t have to do any snooping, it all came willingly, now let’s get you home,” he said and placed a hand on his daughters shoulder guiding her out the room and following the directions given to him by Doctor Katu <C>

ElilesMuiLuminarde: Meanwhile Thorn was smiling as Nurse Betty was arrested, her star black eyes flickering brilliantly, as she sensed her family drawing closer she wanted to burst into laughter knowing that justice had been served, but she sensed she might have another task she could attend to, seeing as her sister and father would be leaving currently, on a side note, as she left her mental abilities open, she was picking up some rather…vivid images of two men in the tangled in bed sheets. Thorn glanced at Clyde, and rightly closed off his mind from hers, like cutting a ribbon. She really didn’t want to see that having problems with men as is. Finally she turned to Doctor Katu as the images of a little girl in recovery filtered into her mind and she approached the Doctor, “would you mind, if I saw the little girl, the one you’re worried about,” she asked calmly, her eyes swirling towards the center-<e>

TwiztedEvilLiz: -she tried to move away fast as she stumbled an said weakily- “No i did not attack him i swear he was eating icecream an he dropped it an sillped i swear i did not attack him”

0xRegretx0: -The two security guards ran after the girl hearing her screams about it being an accident “We dont care, You need to com with us” the larger burly fellow said as the closed in on her. One ran through a side door to burst out in the other hall in an attempt  to cut her off while the larger one came up behind her and tried to grab her around the waist-

CharlotteCarrendar: – The game was up. Nurse Betty glanced down at her hand, and sure enough, the missing nail on her hand was the reason for their suspicion. (Detective Face) “I have found Dr. Al’s killer. Nesecito back up immediately!” Nurse Betty took a few steps back and then she hit the garbage bin, the same one she threw the brown paper bag in before. Grinning like a cheshire cat, she reached in and snatched out the brown paper bag, pulling out the hand gun. The same one that had left cartridge shells in the carpark. The same one that she had in her pocket on the roof. Nurse Betty hiccuped a cry, as Timothy the orderly was on the floor holding his leg, staring in disbelief at the voluptuous Nurse Betty. She held the gun up…waving it from Thorn, to Nurse Rose..and Detective Face. (Nurse Betty)”If…your all alone….and the pretty…birds have flown….Hunny I’m still free….take a chance on me…Gonna do my…very best…HA..HA…and thats no lie….Gonna put me…*sob*…to the test…gonna let me try…..Take…a chance on me.”- The doors would burst open with more detectives, their guns drawn, Nurse Betty spinning around, sniffing and laughing. (Nurse Betty)”I DID IT….I KILLED THEM BOTH!!!….How dare they lead me on?….HUH….I was just your average call girl in a cake…YES..I was the one at the Doctor’s after party for Doctor Al…I …I was going to be rich…RICH!….HAHAHAHA!…Look at my boobs….Are these the boobs of a nurse on minimum wages?….I’m…a STAR!!” The Detective in the doorway yelled out. (Detective Tobbs)”PUT THE GUN DOWN!” Nurse Betty turned around and pointed the gun at Thorn. (Nurse Betty)”YOU’RE GOING WITH ME!!!”- she then pressed her finger on the trigger….and….-

0xRegretx0: -the large man attempts to wrap his arms around the fleeing girl and hold her tight while the other one came around the corner tazer out and shaking his head- Just come with us and we will watch the security tapes.

TwiztedEvilLiz: -she said panicked as she freaked out because of tazer as she struggled screaming her head off an kicking an hitting as she felt the man’s grip on her as her body shook out of fear her body moivng an swaying as she yelled every cuss word she knew as she spoke loudly- “LET ME GO keep that tazer away please that would propally kill me with one touch please dont hurt me i am weak i have not slept in 2 years i have several old injuries like i said that would kill me i will go with you please just put the tazer away”

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Thorn turned slowly, it was like someone had pushed pause and for a moment, her mind was showing her life. And then, she remembered that mortal means of killing her would only send her back to heaven for the next three days. Oh bloody hell that ain’t gonna happened. The gun fired, the bullet soared through the air, and Thorn ducked. Searing heat rippled through the side of her head. She grabbed the side of her head as silver blood splattered across the ground and the wall her nearly all of her feline ear was gone. The she had moved but she wasn’t as fast as her sister Eliles, and she was pretty damn close to the deranged female. Thorn snarled viciously, her black eyes whiting out as the stars spun fast and faster. “you big boobed BITCH!” the feline snapped and waved her hand upward, calling up a burst of wind to attempt knocking her backwards and into the waiting hands of the cops waiting to arrest her. “you damn fucking lucky I can’t hurt you mortals’” the feline continued hunching over she gripped the side of her head as more of the silver mercury colored blood spilled all over her hand and onto the ground. She was really hoping that wind attack worked-

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Slappykinkaid: While all the commotion was playing out elsewhere, Slappy, Cuthbert & the rest were waiting for the hospital to discharge Hatchet, so they could be on their way. Bert & Daneeka were sitting in the lobby, Slappy still in the caffeteria at a table by a large plate glass window, munching on an apple. Slappy watched the circus of staff, patients & cops milling around. One of the nurses appeared to be a cow, which he found… well just disturbing. That must have been one lonely & derranged farmer.
Slappykinkaid: Just then, Dr Fitzgibbons passed by the entryway to the caffeteria on his way to check on other patients. The doctor was lost in thought, dreaming about the bottle of bourbon he was going to empty after he finished his shift. Slappy got up & ran after the doctor hoping to catch up with him before he got too far down the hall. (Slappy) “HEY DOC. WAIT UP.” he yelled, the Doctor turned his head towards the sound of slappys voice & Slappy caught up with him. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Yeees?” He asked, not slowing his pace. (Slappy) “We need to get going, Are you guys ready to discharge Hatchet yet?” The doc was about to break the news to Slappy of his friends condition when a gunshot rang out from down the hall.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Detective Tobbs was roaring at Nurse Betty, guns drawn as she waved her gun and pointed it at Thorn, who was no shrinking violet, when it came to defending herself from murderous nurses. The stars in her eyes, spun, her reaction quick and decisive as the gun was fired in her direction. Thorn, ever quick, managed to duck just in time, the heat of the bullet, searing her head, but thankfully it went over it, not through it. “You big boobed BITCH!” -she screamed in retalliation, as she snapped, due to her hormonal state, but also, no one should fire a gun in a crowded hospital foyer. Using her power to harness the wind, she called up a burst of wind, that ripped through the crowded hall, knocking everyone in range off their feet, including Nurse Betty, who was blown into the waiting arms of the law. “GOTCHYA!”- Detective Tobbs sang out, snatching the nurse’s wrist and applying enough pressure to have her drop her weapon. Nurse Betty struggled, her hair in a real state, and with crazed eyes she cried out- “I’m a Super trooper.. beams are gonna blind me, But I won’t feel blue, Like I always do …Cause somewhere at the morgue there’s you….Ahahahaha!.”- Detective Tobbs slapped the cuffs on her and shouted. “You…have the right to remain….SILENT…You have the right…to an attorney…”- Cleaner Joe poked out and chorused- “You don’t have the right to fuck with ABBA!” – <3>

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -The bitch was arrested, that was good. Silver blood still leaked down her face from the now pretty little hole in her ear. It would take a little while to heal, but it would eventually be nothing but a pink scar. She smiled and looked around at the nurses and doctors cops and other odd and end people. “now I just need someone to bandage my ear, and I can go get my sister and father and we can head home” she said crossing her arms her nose bunching up to make a face-

Slappykinkaid: Slappy & Dr Fitzgibbons looked down the hall in the direction ok the gunshot & heard the following clamor of shouting. Slappy was about to head down the hall to see what the commotion was about when he heard what he guessed to be a cop telling whoever the gunman was thier miranda rights. Slappy turned his attention back to Dr Fitzgibbons who was looking over a clipboard that an orderly had just handed off to him. Apparently the patient that Dr Al worked on with the bullet wound to the shoulder wasnt stitched up properly & bled out.(Dr Fitzgibbons) “more good news I see” he muttered under his breath sarcastically. (Slappy) “Does this sort of thing happen here a lot?” He asked the Doc. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “No but it sure does break up the monotony huh? Anyway, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your friend has stage 4 lung cancer. I have the staff oncologist talking with him now about his treatment options. I can take you to him if you like.
Slappykinkaid: Slappy was shocked to hear this news. He knew that Hatchets health was never the best, but he never even thought cancer would be an issue. As he followed Dr Fitzgibbons down the hall on their way to where Hatchets room was, he wondered just how they all could have missed it for so long. (Slappy) “well I think it would be best if he were treated by our doctors back home, no offense, it just might be more comfortable for him.” Dr fitzgibbons shrugged as they walked along. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Well that is entirely up to you, but I think that he really should start treatment right away.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The situation now seemed to be coming to its conclusion, as Matron C Bitch, aka Connie, came out of the Canteen and slammed her clip board down on the reception desk. “Shows over….everyone…all staff, return to duties. Where is Nurse Penelope? Cleaner Joe…you have a spill up on floor five. Chop chop. This is not a sideshow for travelling bearded ladies. All staff back to work, let the police deal with Nurse Betty. Damn….where are my heart tablets?!”- Storming off to order more of the lollypop nurses to get back on their rounds, two large detectives came in and dragged Nurse Betty outside to a waiting squad car. The Newshounds, had not left the scene, and were shoving microphones and lights at the startled and crazed Nurse Betty. “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!…I WILL GET YOU ALL…IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO…BAHAHAHAHAHA!”- With that, a detective placed a hand on her head and “assisted” her into the police car. Back inside, Nurse Penelope came back up to the desk and then saw Thorn, who was scrunching up her face, and complaining she needed her ear bandaged up and then they could all go home. “Oh…I have just the thing!”- as she tore out of her pocket, a Dora the Explorer bandaid, ripped off the packaging with her teeth and then applied to the bandaid to cover the wound on Thorn’s ear. “And all better. Here…have a lollypop, for being such a good patient.” – Nurse Penelope handed over a bright pink pop, and then skitted off to care for her next patient. <3>

ElilesMuiLuminarde: -Thorn laughed, it was going to take more than that to bandage her ear and she grabbed some gauze from a passing tray and did the rest herself. She was heading towards the maternity area where her sister had gone to her appointment. Eliles and Morcal were just signing papers as Eliles absently rubbed her swollen belly. Eliles looked up, a look for shock on her face, “Thorn! What happen to ye!” she shrieked half running towards her. Thorn caught her shorter sister by the arms and held her as a length and smiled warmly, “oh, insane mortals, murders, and gunfire, nothing new, don’t worry I’ll be healed by morning,” she said and ruffled her sisters hair. Eliles squeaked as Morcal joined his daughters, “Thorn dear, I’m sorry you had to come all this way, after we got over the machine scare, she calmed down. Please, tell me you still have the government car outside,” he asked. Thorn grinned, “oh yes, their waiting, I’m sure the driver decided to take a nap by now, but let’s get you home, ok,” she said and wrapped a arm around her sisters shoulders. The three humanoid winged cats walked outside leaving the hospital and all the commotion of the day, and entered the waiting vehicle-

Slappykinkaid: Slappy started to tell the doctor that they would get Hatchet started on treatment right away as soon as they got back home. In truth, Hatchet stood a better chance being treated there anyway with the advancements they had made in the last few years with bio-genetic research. Suddenly Dr Fitzgibbons pager started beeping at him. The doctor looked at the small display screen. (Dr Fitzgibbons). “Shit.” He started running down the hall. (Slappy) “HEY! Whats going on?” He yelled as he ran after the doc. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Well where your friend gets treated might not matter in a few minutes.”
Slappykinkaid: Dr Fitzgibbons barged into a room near the end of the hall just as a nurse & a couple interns raced in with a crash cart. Slappy caught up in time to see Hatchet lying limp in the bed inside the room. (Random oncologist) “We were talking about treatment & he just went into cardiac arrest.” (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Ok well we need to move fast.” Pointing to one of the interns, “You, get him intubated.” Pointing at the other, “Get the defibulator. Nurse, get that guy out of here.” He yelled pointing a thumb at Slappy. “COME ON LETS MOVE IT!” As the interns went to work, the doc grabbed the defibulator paddles as the intern scrambled to get it to the bedside. The Doc preped the paddles, put them in position on the patient. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “CLEAR!” He zapped the patient, but to no avail. He kept flatlining. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Ok one more time, CLEAR!” he zapped him a second time. Still no results. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Come on, Your not dying on my watch. CLEAR!” Bzzzt, third attempt, & still no progress. Dr Fitzgibbons turned up the voltage & tried again, & again & again. & all to no avail. Hatchet had checked out.

CharlotteCarrendar; – As Dr Fitzgibbons cranked up the power, and kept using the paddles, again and again, the situation seemed not only fruitless but it meant they were losing one of their own. In the doorway, Daneeka stood, her arms at her sides, her belly swollen from the mac cheese from the hospital cafeteria. Her forehead showed the creases of worry, as she passed her gaze from Slappy back to the frantic Doctor Fitzgibbon. One of the nurses, looked up at the clock, as the minutes suddenly seemed to speed up. (Nurse)”Doctor….doctor…call it.”- Daneeka sniffed in loudly, and then wiped her nose, as tears trickled down her face. Hatchet…was dead. <3>

Slappykinkaid: Dr Fitzgibbons heard the nurse telling him to call it. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “Fuck you. I aint calling shit!” He yelled as he repeatedly tried again & again to revive the patient. After a few more unsuccessful tries though he yelled angrilly & threw the defibulator paddles against the wall. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! FINE…. Time of death, 4:08 pm.” He then turned & slowly walked out of the room. (Dr Fitzgibbons) “If anybody needs me, call somebody else. I’m going home & crawling into a bottle.”

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The Dark Tower.

29 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Strands of my web.

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Dark Tower, gunslingers., role play., Stephen King, suspense, writing

This is a role play, inspired by Stephen King’s Dark Tower series.  My co-writer is SlappyKinkaid, under several aliases.
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Guest_ClothoAevum: The ted looking creature smiled as Slappy sat down, raising a fist casually to his forehead in the customary salute of the line of Eld, which is a line that Slappy actually didn’t come from, but he was still too dazed it seemed to notice. “Long days and pleasant nights to you my boy. How are ya? We have much to discuss.” the temper of the one sitting to his right was putting him slightly on edge, but he wasn’t too concerned about it at the moment. He looked back down to the beach and nodded to the pale woman approaching. “hile Daneeka, Come join us.”

KaljadaWintersun: -A man called a name that to her for this moment in time seemed to mean nothing. Was it of another? She searched her mind, as the name played over and over, till the voice began to that of a deep Russian accent, one that she had not heard in a very long time. Taking tentative steps, she approached the porch, stepping up the timber steps, her boots clacking against the wood, moving with a cat like grace, her clawed hands reaching for the back of an outdoor chair, and lowering herself in as she stared at each man in turn. “Daneeka…why do you seek her?” -a question which she asked, for she knew that from a time before this, that is who she was-

Slappykinkaid: Slappy’s mind was racing trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. “Ted? Is that really you? Fuck I haven’t seen you in ages. Um… Why…. Where… How…. Uh….. WHAT?” He stammered. He barely noticed the woman sitting down next to him. “Im confused. Really fuckin confused”

Guest_AtroposMortis: The man in the suit just sat staring forward, not even acknowledging the new arrivals  It wasn’t just these that he was angry with, but the goddam writer, who shall remain nameless, & especially that last bumbling imbicile of the line of Eld who cant seem to get his shit together and keeps re-running the same god dam cycle over and over again while the last 2 remaining beams holding the Tower eroded away

Guest_ClothoAevum: The man who Slappy greeted as ted, was also called Clotho in another encounter not far from here looked at Slappy. “Nay friend, I am not Ted, I am merely taking his form so that to avoid frieghtening you. I..we I guess you could say are the voice of the Dark Tower, custodians and guardians of it. And we must come to you seeking aid and succor. Time is growing short and it would seem that Roland of Gilead is not able to break the cycle of repitition and truley redeem himself, or at least may not before all falls.” He then looked over to the woman. “And Daneeka, your forgettfulness blinds you. You know who we are and why you are here.”

KaljadaWintersun: “My forgetfulness is understandable for all I have been through of late” -she said, folding her arms, a sign that she was putting up defences, for she was still uneasy in this form. “My life took a twist which means I appear here before you, looking as I do.” Her crystaline eyes gazed at the man known as Ciotho, distrust in her eyes- “No one had called me Daneeka in the longest of times, so you must forgive my surprise. You mention the Dark Tower, and that you are the custodians of it, why do you seek my aid now…after all these years?”- her lips pursed and became thin, no emotion on her face-

Slappykinkaid: Slappys head cleared some hearing the man speak. “No, not Ted… Of course not, The Tower hasnt been a concern of mine for many years though. I mean Roland was winthin a days walk of reaching it when we parted company with him. Surely he reached it and made it to the top. What was there left to do?” Looking to the woman, he commented “You looked different last time I saw you.”

Guest_AtroposMortis: The man in the suit, we will just call him No. 2 inhaled a deep breath with a grim look of irritation on his face. “We seek aid from him because he was Ka-tet with Deschain and at least has enough knowledge of these things to not fuck things up. Plus it is part of his KA. As it is yours.” he said in a even but strained tone. “But you more so because you… Owe…. BIG…” He turned his face to the woman. “You heartless, self absorbed, greedy fuck. Its people like you who just speed the process along. People who only care about what they can get for themselves, who cares who suffors for it.” He rose to his feet amd was upon her, standing before her in a flash. “YOU ARE GOING TO DO YOUR PART TO REDEEM YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE GODS DAMN YOU! WHEN THE TIME CAME FOR HIM… ” His pointing finger shot out at Slappy. “& THE REST OF HIS TET TO RAID THE DEVAR TOI, (Algul Siento), THE PLAN WAS ORIGIONALLY TO LAY WASTE TO ALL THERE! LOW MEN, TAHEEN AND BREAKERS LIKE YOURSELF ALIKE. ITS ONLY BECAUSE OF THE GUY WHO HE…” Jerking his thumb at the Ted creature, lets call him No. 1, “RESEMBLES & A FEW OTHERS WHO I KNOW YOU WELL REMEMBER THAT YOU ALL WERE SPARED!!! THEY SET YOU FREE INSTEAD OF SNUFFING YOU OUT, DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU WENT ALONG WITH THEIR AGENDA WILLINGLY ENOUGH, DESPITE BEING “PRISONERS” THERE! & HOW DO YOU REPAY THEIR MERCY? BY LIVING A LIFE OF MURDEROUS, SELF ABSORBED CONSUMPTION & WASTE!!! JUSTIFY YOUR LIFE CULLY!!!!! TELL ME I BEG! WHAT JUSTIFICATION IS THERE FOR NOT JUST ENDING YOUR WORTHLESS EXISTENCE RIGHT THEN AND THERE?” He was so furious he was shrieking at the woman, his eyes blazed with fury as he screamed down into her face.

Guest_ClothoAevum: No 1 reached out a steadying hand to No 2 and motioned for him to sit down and calm himself. “Now now friend, there is no need for such outrage, we can all discuss these matters in a civilized manner yes?” He turned his attention to the woman. “He is right though, you have caused considerable harm whether you meant to or not. And sadly we must now confront this matter.”

KaljadaWintersun: -The man in the suit, who rose from his chair, a look of hell fire and brimstone, as his veins stood out on his neck. He started out speaking in a normal tone, but all of a sudden as if gripped by the very rage that was consuming his soul, he tore into Kaljada, or Deneeka with all he was worth, his hot breath right in her face, which she neither showed any emotion. This may well have spurned on the onslaught of vicious insults, which were a barrage including cussing. How she should be thankful and yet she has let herself be tempted by greed, violence, murderous ways, sins of the flesh, and a tyranous nature. To him she was not worth to even be spat upon, lower than the dirt beneath his boots. Silence from her as the second man rose, trying to calm the man in the suit, and it was then that she would speak. “You may not care nor wonder why I sit before you in this form, but let me tell you, I have paid the ultimate price for my sins, so don’t you dare speak of me in such an insolence tone”- she rose slowly, her clawed hands gripping the armrests, as she pushed up to standing, at over six foot in height, her crystaline orbs locking onto the man in the suit. “You can’t do what has already been done. I stared into the eyes of satan himself and he laughed in my face. Existance is but the now, and will not be the forever….*she looked at the man whom had tried to settle him*…death is but a beginning….I will welcome it with open arms and nestle to the bosom of my new mother”-

Slappykinkaid: Slappy was a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst of Mr suit man, (No 2) but did to a degree understand his anger. He had read Daneeka’s files. She left quite a trail behind her. She was not his concern though, he already had enough headache on his plate, but yes he supposed that part of the mess he was tasked with cleaning up in Lisegia, was due to Daneekas antics. He wasn’t nearly as irate though, just tired. He turned his attention back to No 1 and repeated his question. “You never answered me, didn’t Roland complete his quest? Isnt our obligation to the tower fulfilled with him finishing there?”

Guest_AtroposMortis: No 2 looked Daneeka squarely in the eyes as she stood and spoke. “I care not if you suffered from your poor choices. & What I say is not insolence and you know it. You have lived a selfish, trite and hollow life and because of it, many have suffered, even those not directly involved. You may have suffered loss for your errors, but you must face the reality that your own suffering, just like the suffering you cause was YOUR doing. Take responsibility for your crimes, Stop being so self absorbed & start thinking about the effects your actions have on the universes around you. Oh and by the way, Death is not always a beginning. In some worlds, amd on some levels of the Tower, death is FINAL. And if the Tower falls, There is nothing to welcome.” With that he sat back down and grimly looked back out over the soft ripples of sand on the beach, and at the sunset out where the sea and the horizon met

KaljadaWintersun: -A flash of anger that would burst into words- “I DID WHAT WAS ASKED OF ME!”- her voice changing, menacing as though the creature whom she was now was possessed by the devil himself. “My actions were to bring about the greatness of the clan, and I did my job well. Had it not been for that BITCH Doctor Greer, I would not be as you see me today…but in my apartment overlooking Lorewall, that was my town. You say death is not a beginning, and that if the tower falls that, death is final….final for you maybe”- she turned away and then walked out to the shore line as the waves broke on the sand. Though she was Etherician in this embodiment  there was the memories left behind Daneeka/Natasha. A hollowed scream that would scatter the gulls, only to be drowned out by the crashing of another wave. Forever it seemed she must face those who hate her for her crimes, no matter what she was or who. The second man did approach, offering his words that Natasha forgive the man who had verbally spat at her. “You ask what I remember…*her eyes reflecting the blue of the sea*…the true nature of the universe is that it is nothing but a black hole which will eventually claim all of us, as time grows short” – a lone gull would cry as it flew overhead-

Slappykinkaid: Slappy watched Daneeka respond to the more irate of the 2 strangers, He understood her frustration as well as his, but he did remember all too well what he had seen during his travels along the path of the Beam. He felt a degree of respect for Daneekas ambition for success, but pitted her blindness. Had she been aware of the futility of her “clans” endeavours  and how small they as well as both their worlds were in the grand scheme of things, she would have understood. He looked back to No 1 & nodded. “Yes I would like to know what happened.”

Guest_ClothoAevum: NO 1 nodded. “Very well then.” He gestured his hand towards the fire pit. Above it a scene played out of Slappy and Jules, (the character Jules), walking through the Ironwood door that Patrick Danville drew into existance, then as it shut behind them, the gun slinger, (Roland of the Eld that is), sat with his head in his hands before the door that would never again open onto the world his remaining members of his Ka-Tet left to. Oy lay nearby with his muzzle lying on his paws, still morose from the loss of the boy, Jake, he was so close to. Oy who would soon reach the clearing at end of his own path. He saw Roland and Patrick reach the field of Roses surrounding the Tower called Kan Ka No Rey, each one a physical manifestation of other worlds. They saw him battle and defeat the Crimson King from where he stood imprisoned on a balcony in the side of the Tower, (c)

Guest_ClothoAevum: They saw Roland approach the door to the Tower, and watched him enter. They saw him ascend the Tower that he had travelled so many miles to reach, and had sacrificed so much, spent so many decades working towards this one obsession of reaching the Tower and ascending to its top. When he finally reached his goal at the Top of the Tower, he found a door with his name writ upon it. & after so many years, and so many miles, and after so much sacrifice, toil and loss, finally reaching the goal of his life, he opened the door. What they saw on the other side of that door shocked them as much as it did the gun slinger. Upon opening the door, he came to the horrifying realization that this was not the 1st time he had reached the tower. Not by a long shot. They all watched in horror as Roland Deschain of the line of Eld was pulled through the door to the middle of the Mohine desert, just shortly after he left the town of Tull, as he chased after the man in Black, Walter o Dim, beginning yet another circuit in a continual loop of his quest, still once again many miles and years from reaching the Tower.

Slappykinkaid: Looking over to Daneeka. he drew her attention from the waters edge and to the fire. “Daneeka. perhaps you simply don’t understand,” the image changed to the tower rotating as the axis on which a multitude of universes rotated on. some of these were keystone worlds, like the one the Tower stood in for example, others were not. “Daneeka, the tower is a physical manifestation of all existance. All the planets of all the universes are held on its axis. That is why it is so crucial. If it should fall, then all that exists, including you and whatever world you & your “clan” inhabit, will be plunged into the chaotic darkness of the primordial void.”

KaljadaWintersun: -She walked back from the water’s edge, and shakes her head- “If I knew that that be the case, do you think I would be acting as I do…*she sighs*…then how is it that but a few can stop the tower from falling?” -She truly couldn’t fathom how it would be possible to achieve such a feat, and besides, all would need to be united in this task and so far that didn’t seem to be what was happening.

Slappykinkaid: Slappy sat in shock seeing what happened. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” He blurted out. “So he ended up going backwards to just shortly after I met him & keeps doing it all over again over & over again? & Just what in the blue fuck am I supposed to do? I’m not some kind of magician or superhero or anything. So you tell me just what the hell am I supposed to do? Oh and by the way, whose going to take care of all the other stuff that I still dont have enough time in the day to handle?”

Guest_AtroposMortis: Ni 2 was getting annoyed again, “Just what the hell did you think it was you and the other Breakers were doing at the Devar Toi Daneeka? What did you think would happen once the beam you were wearing away at snapped? There would be some big party with cake?”

KaljadaWintersun: “A cheesecake at the very least…..and turning on me is not going to do you any favours….trust me, when I say, if I could change what happened, don’t you think I would have?”- She felt like she was getting nowhere at all with this. A lone gull continued to cry as it flew over head, the waves still pounding against the sand….like a tape recording the same thing over and over, repetition to infinity….was that was this was…she started to wonder.-

Guest_ClothoAevum: No 1 simply calmly nodded and told her. “of course you didnt know, most people cant see past their own noses, but you should have known better. After your time at the Devar Toi, you should have known better. The very beam that you were wearing away at is one of only 2 of the original 6 that supported the tower. & now we must find a way to reverse the damage.”

Slappykinkaid: Slappy looked back at No 1 “So just how am I supposed to reverse this? I really would be interested to hear this. Seriously.” He was trying to sound amused, but he was feeling even more tired than ever.

Guest_ClothoAevum: “Honestly there may be no hope for reversing the damage. But somehow the cycle must break. The remaining 2 beams must be kept safe. If they are preserved then all may yet be well for aeons to come. But there were still 4 intact when he began his quest. & even though time may reset for him, it moves on for the rest of us. That is why it has grown soft.”

KaljadaWintersun: ‘Then someone tell us how to keep the final two intact….not have us sit here arguing about who was bad or who killed who. The past is done, for us it cannot be changed. The cycle of my ways ended at the conversion with the liquid ethra, and what you see before you, is how I shall remain till the end of my existence on this god forsaken earth”- she went up to the man in the suit- “Tell us…tell us now what you wish seen done…and maybe, just maybe if we work together…we can do this”- she would remain unmoving till he answered her-

Guest_AtroposMortis: No 2 was still annoyed with the woman’s demeanour  “Stow the attitude child because the reason we are “arguing” about who did what is because, although you may have ruined yourself from your own mistakes, it seems you have yet to learn the folly of your own self serving outlook. You have caused significant damage to us and in doing so, to all of existence. Maybe instead of getting defensive with this self righteous “whats gode is done” attitude, you should face your atrocities  Apologize and start understanding that as long as you live for your own interests, you will gain nothing but failure and eventually your own undoing, as you have already found. Maybe once you understand that you might have some hope of redeeming yourself. As for what you can do, that is simple. You continue as normal for now, you will know what you need to do when the time comes. Same as hippy dippy tattoo boy there. YOU however might want to keep a low profile though because it seems that your previous talents as a breaker are back in demand and there have been agents of the red sniffing around to track down former breakers. Mayhap they intend to re-open operations ar the Devar Toi, or maybe position themselves elsewhere along the path of the 2 remaining means.” & then he smirks a little. “Oh and as far as you remaining the way you are, that CAN be easily remedied”

KaljadaWintersun: -Daneeka/Kaljada was not one to normally sit still and be turned on as though she was some lecherous evil doer, who would never change her ways, no matter the colour of her skin, or race. No 1 continued to remind her of her failings in her past life, her weakness to do evil onto others, and that she must repent for what she has done, to make up for just some of the damage that she had inflicted on so many in her young life. Refusing to be drawn out and baited yet again by No 1, she simply sat down and folded her arms, eyes of crystalline staring directly at him, for though he had a point, she realised that he needed her as much as the other men. There was to be not second chances, the dark tower would fall if the beams were not preserved and supported. “I think it would be wise of me to say that I have learned from the past, tis why I am presented to you as I am now. And I seek the redemption to ensure the dark tower stands true, but you men, that is up to you whether or not you believe in me.” -she then releases her arms and holds the arms of the chair as she remains emotionless. “I will join you all to see to the success of this endeavour….for the sake of all…not just myself”

Guest_ClothoAevum: No 1 nodded, “I am certain you have, we just want to ensure that you understand the gravity of this matter. You must return to Lorewall, as there are some who you must meet with there as well. When you both awake, you will feel well rested, but will not remember this shortly after. But you will remember enough to fulfil your tasks.”

Slappykinkaid: Slappy suddenly felt like he was being almost sucked down into his chair as he dropped from this dream scape, or this level of the Tower, or whatever it was. The quiet little New England beach setting in autumn seemed to rip open around him and he felt like he was falling. The last thing he remembered before awaking back in his own bed was the faint discordant sound of chimes.

KaljadaWintersun: -Kaljada eases back into the chair, as the words of the men around her suddenly start to meld with that of the crashing of the waves upon the sand, the lone gull calling overhead is heard over and over till eventually her eyes close, and she is back in her bed in the Embassy in Loch Solitude, her faithful snow pup Freki at her feet. She rolls over and continues to sleep…but outside her window a white snowy owl hoots.-

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The Puppet Master. June 23, 2011 – Carrendar Dynasty Role play Live.

27 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by charlottecarrendar in Strands of my web.

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circus, combat, guns, murder, suspence, writer, writing

This particular role play story, about the Puppet Master, is one of my favourites, that I wrote alongside with DarksiedTheLegend,  AsayuAnnavianna, XXDefelXX, AidenArius and  SothisRaWintersunII.
For a group that wrote this live, and in a postal order, its one that I treasure, for the suspense and action.
NatashaNarishnakov aka CharlotteCarrendar
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June 23, 2011 10:17AM
The Puppet Master
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The strange silence that echoed throughout the big tent even though there was a big hole not a single shred of light was present it was complete darkness, people wouldn’t even see their hand if they were to put in front of their faces. Trying to find a light or even trying to make a hole in the tent would prove to be futile for the holes that were present on the outside doesn’t even exist on the inside then silence was interrupted by the voice of a British bloke- (?) Welcome welcome -A spotlight would shine its bright light at…. before many more would open up to the surroundings as the spot light illuminated the area where the audience normally sits. There sat countless puppets from every size, age, weight, height and even gender but those sited near the aisle, they puppets were actually staring at her with those painted eyes, wooden eyes and metallic eyes. They were just staring at her quietly just staring at her. The lights would then shine to the centre of the tent the so called hippodrome where the circus used to take place and there lie three giant dolls, broken mannequins and a broken stair way with a man standing on the top. A skeleton lies in the middle of the entire hippodrome and the British bloke who was the owner of the voice slowly made his way down the steps. As he got went down the steps anyone get a clearer view of him, the medium sized man had short blonde hair and he was about five feet and nine inches dressed in white tuxedo, black shirt, white pants, white leather shoes with black tips on them, white gloves and a white bowler hat. His face was with heavy white make up and has red lipstick on his lips. He was also wearing an unusual cane with a shrunken skull in a glass orb. He smile apparent he said again- Welcome…

NatashaNarishnakov: -The eerie stillness of the air, caught Natasha off guard, as she entered the big top tent. Guns drawn and aimed straight ahead, she had reason to believe that the one known as the “Puppet Master” would be found in this abandoned Circus, but….was it really abandoned?…Her question would be answered, as from out of the darkness, a light, a spot light, shone down with such intensity, it made Natasha look away briefly, only to revert her gaze and be confronted with a man. A man wearing nothing but white clothes, from his head to his shoes, his bowler hat, blonde hair, why, even his face was painted white, to match in with the rest of him. Cherry red lips shone out, bright as he would offer a large smile, and in his British accent, bid her welcome. She blinked, but then it was when she realised, they were not alone. the tent was filled with…puppets, of all shapes, sizes, and colours, wooden eyes, painted, and metallic, all staring at her. She actually spun slowly, her mouth opening, her guns still aimed true. With her blood tenticles still up like swimming sea serpents, her unease was clearly evident. The skeleton at the bottom of the broken stairs, that lay across the middle of the arena she would step over as the owner came closer and she did not speak. What words she was thinking were not of greeting, but more like words your mother would wash your mouth out with soap for. Natasha held her ground, even though, her nature was telling her to open fire. Finally, she spoke in her native tongue “Приветствую …. я считать, вы Puppet Master “? (translation: Greetings, I take it you are the Puppet Master?”)

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke with place one hand behind his back as he begun to spin his cane as he walked around and seemingly pondering upon her words.-(?) Puppet master? puppet master? are you sure you got the right circus? -Noting the tentacles moving strangely and that they are connected to her in a manner of speaking, the British bloke would continue pondering, spinning that cane until he came full circle around her before sitting back at the broken steps and staring at her before taking out a newspaper from his back pocket. He would open up the newspaper and begun to read it out loud (?) Ahh yes Lady Ophelia la femme araignée such a beauty . I should have gotten tickets when she was still around. Oh you still here what are you waiting for? or do you think that the puppet master is me? -The British bloke would put the newspaper down on the stairs as he waited for he next move-

NatashaNarishnakov: -The British man was either incredibly brave, or totally daft, to walk around an armed Aniplas, in the manner in which he did. He quizzed her as to whether she had the right place, but by all accounts, the fact that the tent was absolutely filled with the damn things, of all shapes and sizes, she was pretty sure she was in exactly the right place. Perhaps this was some sort of game to him. Natasha enjoyed games, very much, her favourite was of playing cat and mouse with Doctor Greer, and so far, in that game, she was winning. Natasha hesitated, lowering her arms slowly when she witnessed the man, casually take a seat, and start to read the newspaper. (Natasha)”Yez I amz ztill ‘ere…I vaz zent do findz zhe Puppetz Mazter. And…*she would gesture to all the many puppets with a wave of her right hand, which still held one of her Walter PPK’s*…lookz atz all dhe puppetz. Zo…if you notz be dhe puppetz mazterz…vhere canz I vindz ‘im?”

XXDefelXX: * Cautiously entering the enormous closed canopy her eyes shift from left to right, growing wider with each paced rotation of her awed gaze. She continues to trail the worn path from the road as it bent around the lighted tent and stares towards a ticked stand. Lifting her head with a subtle lean, she flashes the shadowed figure behind the booth a short smile. Thrusting her right hand into the side pocket of her striped attire she rummages her hand around the sunken depths of fabric * ah ha * Her smile stretches further across her ebony, pencil thin lips as she proudly retrieves and presents a crumpled, rectangular parchment , a representation of foreign currency, she takes a another advancing step towards the shadowed ticket booth. An odd emotion begins to swell in her mind as she clenches both eyes shut for a mere second, her eyelids holding their closed grasp for a second more the a standard blink, but also releases the shroud of her sight in quickly to take another look at the sales area, unsure of her own senses as she begins to mumble under her breath * I could swear there was a person standing here * her smile beginning to decay from her face as she rolls a shrug off her shoulders, accounting the mistake in vision to 12 mile walk to the circus and fatigue, she continues past thee squared stand, shoving her hand back into her pocket to release paper form of money. Giving her right side a light pat she continues to make her way up the short isle towards the first, bench seating of the circular bleachers , keeping a lowered eye for the nearest seat ,  accented tone hits her ears as if an alarm had instantly begun to blare a warning in her head. * I knew this was a bad idea, *She takes a step back as her resumes a standard posture , taking a panned evaluation of the seemingly quiet playgrounds, her sight becomes fixed on the Blonde female standing several feet from her. Broken takes another step backwards, settling to take a different seat in a shadowed end of the rounded tent. Tipping her chin up, her vision blurred but her ears remain keenly perked to any sudden movements, knowing she had heard that voice before her brain begins to rack itself in a mental evaluation *” I know, I know that voice* she speaks to herself in a whisper, knowing she had heard the pronounced accent before, but could not exactly place where, or more importantly …who. Lacing her arms across her chest a single time, she conceded to watch the female speak to another figure that still was unclear as the tall female was standing directly in front of any vantage point she would have to view the second silliohette, waiting a few seconds she opens her mouth to speak as the sudden realization of her surroundings began to blare obvious inconsistencies to what she had expected . Broken began slowly release her crossed arms nervously , knowing that her unsettles nerves were becoming crystal clear in her body language , her mind still racing with multiple questions regarding the certain confusion she was now apart off, still quizzical as she looks for active animals, clowns or even the buttered smell of fresh popped corn, these details had been assumed standard of any circus,in her mind, leaving her with a certain quizzical caution as she inadvertently speaks her thoughts aloud in a soft whisper * Is this circus abandoned  or have I yet to see the actual attraction * her eyes quickly pan the circled tent again as she resumes her indirect stare toward the tall female as she attempts to hear her words in effort to making sense of this strange, quiet playgrounds.* *

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke listened to her words and when her the word zent and her whole dialect as he thought to himself “Seriously is that how they talk nowadays….my my my I should really go to the schools and teach them young lings the proper way to speak the language. Oh that’s not my cup of tea at all didn’t she say sent…oh yes she did hmm no time to dilly-dally” The British bloke would first stand up before brushing off the dirt from his clothes and straightening up his clothes before tilting his head up and laughing out to the world as his laughter echoed through out the tent-(?) Yee ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha. My my lassy why is such an elegant beauty like yourself even looking for the demented psychotic twisted evil bloke like myself? -The British bloke was indeed the rumoured puppet master the man so many of the criminal underworld had feared but all the stories about him ended with no description and always with the blood-

NatashaNarishnakov: -His laughter would fill the tent, the eyes of many of his puppets continued to watch her. How truly errie this whole setting would be. The British chap would then pose the question as to why she would be sent to look for the Puppet Master, who in his own words, described as a demented psychotic, and twisted evil bloke. She rammed her left handed gun back into its holster, then extracted a cigarette from behind her ear, and placed it between her full crimson stained lips. Her breath exhaling would fuel the tip, causing it to glow, as she drew back the delicious smoke into her body. Holding it a moment she then withdrew the cigarette and blew a smoke ring high up. “Becauze I amz zhe onlyz crazy azz mutherz fuckaz in dhe vholez of Nemaeus that vaz villing do come vindz you.” -She was on guard, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction that he rattled her slightly-“Dhe Mazterz of dhe Fuyu no arishi, ‘e zent me” -She refused to take her eyes off him, in case he was going to try any funny stuff, while she was still armed and not in the least bit trusting-

XXDefelXX: -she holds her posture still, Taking a broken gasp of air, every fibre of muscle tenses in unison with her physical reaction to only speech, her mind begs her to rise to her feet and be on her way , yet her will stands deviant of any pure logic, abandoning all reason for satisfaction as curiosity tears at her self control as her lungs burn from held momentary stall in her rhythmic cycle of breathing , she grins, her mind now accepting of the defiance with little recourse as she bravely leans forward to get a better view, and at the same time exposing her full form to the other two identified occupants *

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke would look at her as she was so calm for some reason maybe she didn’t hear the tales but then again he isn’t that well known so maybe its about time to test her as he thought to himself- (Puppet master) You are not afraid hmm maybe I am losing my touch. Should have hired that artist what was his name…..uhh Rob something a bit late for that. Seriously aren’t you going to shoot me even a little or are you the type that won’t attack until someone shoots at you? maybe I have grown to old for this…. How do you plan to get me back to the Fuyu no arashi clan? You are going to convince me? -The British bloke would stare at Natasha before continuing to spin his cane waiting for some sort of reason or convincing meaning or something that might convince him-

NatashaNarishnakov: -She twirled her gun, and then pointed it to one of the puppets to the left of her and she opened fire- ~BANG!~ -blasting the head clear off the puppet. She then tilted her head left and right- “Dheyz neverz zaidz anythingz aboutz killingz you. Zo…I zuppoze I amz zuppozt do dragz you back to Lorewallz.” -she then thought for a moment. “Okayz. I azk youz nicezly. Youz come bazk vith me, now….OR….I zhoot all dhe puppetz”- She then smiled brightly and waited for him to respond-

XXDefelXX: *chin as her w* her eyes burst to double their size as shards of porcelain and and patches of cotton and fabrics flew upstarts in the air immediately trailed by a thin wisp of smoke as it made it winded pattern upwards, her eyes held fixed to the headless doll with a slow exhale as the instant the shot rang, a single word blared in her head * “Natasha” her splintered stare begins to shift as her features dull and lose expression, her eyes slowly sway back to the two, releasing a single chuckle and her current thought * I wonder which one is the “Bad Guy” , chuckling again at the as she lifted her ebony upper lip in a smirk at the entire notion. Her Slender hand press her leather skin to her bare thighs , sliding her right hand lust an inch to the side , grazing her bare palm over the cold steel of her blades, she lets out another quiet gasp, quickly retracting her limb knowing that such a pompous act would only secure a false sence of security, he finalizes her discomfort with her hands supporting her chin and her elbows pinned to her knew aider her in the subtle lean forward *

AsayuAnnavianna: The sound of her boots was barely audible as she walked past the forest seeing lights in the distance. Her colourless eyes looked out upon the strange carnival or so it had seamed she had happened upon. Her psionics already kicked in causing the soft silver hair to lift slightly from her shoulders. Her physical sight was gone but that was in no means to say the woman couldn’t see. Her lithe body rose only to the short height of only five foot three inches.Her fingers reached back and touched the hilt of the rather large and almost seemingly rusty looking sword. Though those who knew her this was one of her most prized possession. The fabled Dracoslicer appeared the massive blade that it was held a one micron thick edge that would rend most metals to ribbons in a single swipe though it would only deal normal damage to Mithril or Adamantine or any other metals that held magical properties  the reason for such a sharp and glinting blade being that it was forged of ancient Draconian magic’s while in the fires of the platinum dragon court in ages past. Her other weapons consisting of twin daggers that were strapped to her forearms which had seemingly went silent for now, the sentient blades almost always bickering over who was the strongest of them even though they were equal in strength. A silver knife with a serrated and diamond edged blade being the only other weapon on her body though that was all she would need, the knife being perfectly balanced for throwing if she needed to do that even though she could still use it like any normal combat knife…it had taken her years to forge it and now it was encased in a pure obsidian sheath. The sheath resting on the outward facing side of her right combat boot having been held in place by three two inch wide by two inch thick straps of leather, the boots themselves having steel encased toes that she had forged herself to protect her feet from being broken…the well oiled leather bending with her every move as though it didn’t even exist. The skin tight dark green leather armour she wore left little to the imagination to the curvature of her body. Most would think going into battle in only leather armour would be a bit crazy. Though Asayu never claimed to be sane. She tilted her head to the left and right as she rolled her shoulders popping the top vertebra in her back. She walked to the edge and simply smiled as her blind eyes took in more then they should have been able to see. She made no move to enter the strange place as she stood in silence at the entrance placing her hands on her hips wonder where the hell she had ended up.

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As the puppet head blow of its body, the puppet master didn’t even blink in fact he didn’t show any sadness or anger but instead his face showed a hint of confusion before he closed his eyes and shook his head at her. As he reopened his eyes before letting out a yawn-(Puppet master) YAWN Thats it? That’s all you can do? Shoot puppets….not the first person who tried that and for heavens sake you are not going to be the last. Here let me help you, why not use something from the advance team? -He would walk to the side of Natasha as the spot light followed him to an area of the hippodrome where a lever just stood there. He would yank on the lever as a number of guns started falling down onto a few feet away from the lever. Many guns for example pistols like the Desert eagle, the Colt M191 and the Glock from shotguns like the Remington Model 870, the Winchester Model 1887/1901 and the SPAS-12, from machine guns to both assault rifles to sub machine guns like for example the uzi, the ak-47, ak-74, the M-16, the MP5 and the IMI Galil and various more guns that would fall to form a some what small hill. He picks up an uzi and tosses it to her feet before twirling around as if he was pointing to every puppet in the audience-(Puppet master) Come shoot shoot shoot until your heart is satisfied or until your bullets run or when you finally realize that it is futile and pointless. -The British bloke would then place his cane to his side before just leaning on the cane and waiting with that large grin on his face. At the same time waiting to see what is her next course of action or rather what can he do to taunt her to action-

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NatashaNarishnakov : -The reaction was not exactly as she had hoped, for her thought perhaps he was some sort of mad collector, and that to blast the head off the doll, may get some sort of reaction, but barely a titter, no, anger, just a simple shake of the head. No no no. So that was not going to work. But he yawned. No one yawns in front of Natasha. She is NATASHA. Deserves a bit more than that. The puppet master would of course, do something so bizarre  that it simply had her speechless, which is saying a bit for her. He pulled some sort of lever, which would release a torrent of weapons, some that she had never seen before, and she was a professional with the KGB. There was the Desert eagle, the Colt M191 and the Glock from shotguns like the Remington Model 870, the Winchester Model 1887/1901 and the SPAS-12, from machine guns to both assault rifles to sub machine guns like for example the uzi, the ak-47, ak-74, the M-16, the MP5 and the IMI Galil and various more guns. Ok this was getting ridiculous, for it was forming a small mound. “Vhatz are you…a vone man militia?”-she picked up the uzi and studied it. She then pointed it at another puppet, and it just sat there, and she could now see the futility in shooting them to get him to do what she wanted. Natasha lowered the weapon, and looked back at the Puppet maker. She then noticed the cane he was holding, with the shrunken head inside the orb. Now he seemed awfully fond of it, with the way in which he handled it. “Zo…I can zee dhat dhe puppetz do notz meanz much. Hmmz. I gotz questionz vor you. Vhy you in dhiz dumpz of a circuz?….Why notz live in dhe zity, eh?” -she was still holding onto the uzi, and tapped her foot twice-

XXDefelXX: *Broken slowly shakes her head as she begins to rise to her feet, sliding her knees to a stand , she moved with a dire intent to be remain unnoticed by the pair a of armed enemies. She carefully back peddles down the same isle she make her entrance as she continues her silent retreat. Once out of sight from the dueling pair and shielded by the bleachers , her swooning , glass splintered stare immediately intensifies, as her strong will is beaming a glossed reflection of the ticket booth, in that moment she began to run from the row of seats , not daring to look back as her speed began to excelerate, her mind pushing her to run fast and faster, rapidly approaching the exit which also coupled an the entrance at a good stride, strands of black hair split in several locks of black hair lay across her face ,, squinting she desidesto dismiss the exit entirely, not bothering to angle the twenty feet to the gate , she steams directly forward , ramming her body through the old wooden fence with ease, the impact of the rotted barrier failed to slow her , yet made her will stronger, causing her to yet increase her rate of speed. as her form begins to gain some distance she yearns at the temptation to look back, yet this decision her logic would prevail, as she reminded herself that her brash and fearful act of running down the fence most likely alerted the couple that she was present for the first time. With that in mind , she just runs till she finally collapsed some seven miles away*

AsayuAnnavianna: She blinked slightly as she heard some sort of commotion coming from inside. Her silver hair flickered slightly as she leaned in closer to try to see what was going on. Her ears twitched slightly much like a cats would as she tired to hear what was going on inside. Her nose wrinkled up as her brow furrowed for a moment. She blinked slightly as saw someone running out of the big tent. Her eyes went wide a bit as she watched the female run right past her crashing threw the fence. A look of completely worry crossed her face as she turned back to the carnival shook her head and turned around heading back into the woods. Mumbling to herself. “Screw this.. to weird for me.”

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke would crouch down towards the guns turning his back to her as he started screeching through the small pile picking up a Glock before standing up and showing the gun to her not even pointing the gun at her- (Puppet master) This Glock here was owned by a government agent of Nemaeus,Jimmy Ortuga I think his name was… he was searching to find out about me…Too bad no one will ever know about me as he tried to catch a peek of my folder, I managed to obtain so much about him. His friends, his family, his parent and even his little kids…All I had to do to lure him to me was hurt his closet friend I can still hear his friends neck snap. When he came here I enjoyed his last breathing moment before snapping his neck with my bare hands…pity his family will never know what happen to him or even remember him. Poor old Jimmy in a way I killed him twice….so how about this gun? no not enough bullets. -He throws the Glock back into the pile before picking up an AK-74 with a special silencer attachment, he turned again and present the gun to Natasha not even pointing the gun at her while noticing the fleeing person he really didn’t care one day he might actually care enough to get rid of the spying eye but at the moment his attention is entirely on Natasha-(Puppet master) How about this gun? Used to belong to a man who said he was some famous bounty hunter or assassin really didn’t care which he is. But he claimed he can get my head unfortunate for him, he was never silent neither was his gun and I had high hopes that this one to give me a proper fight. But still the look in his eyes on those glorious eyes filled with anger and hate turned to fear and without a hint of hope before the eventual snap. -He threw the gun back into the pile as he skipped and hopped around the gun pile-(Puppet master) Oh the adrenaline, the tingling sensation oh such enjoyment such a thrill. -He would then scoop up a pile of guns before simply letting them drop to the floor- (Puppet master) You know what all the owners of these guns have in common…..One they shoot at my puppets and two they all died by my hands. -He looked at her when she asked those questions of hers-(Puppet master) Maybe I am…..hmmm why live here and not in the city? can’t you see it little girl…. the life….. the existence……the world. If you still don’t understand let me show you -At that instant he would lift up his cane the one with the shruken skull in an orb. As he showed her that his hand was open and the cane was literally floating in thin air before it start to spin as he put his open hand out. The cane would start to spin a few inches a way from the open palm of his hand, while it spin and spin the British bloke was slowly walking towards her-

NatashaNarishnakov: -As the puppet master would show each and every gun off, in that pile the story he was telling was becoming repetitive  Assassin’s come with guns, to kill or to find out about him, they shoot the puppets, and they die, hence the big gun collection. She rammed her second gun back into its sheath, as her eyes continued to follow his movements, very carefully. So, he kills with his hands, and breaks people’s necks? A darkness crept over her features, as blood spikes rocketed out of her knuckles over fifteen inches long and her blood tentacles grew in length. Her elongated fangs began to descend, coated in the corrupt dna of her blood type. He swirled his cane with the orb of the shrunken head, and it would start to spin a few inches from the open palm of his hand. She drew back her right foot, pressing down on the ball, with her left knee bending slightly. Blood wings rocketed out of her back, fanning out in a majestic display of raw power. She didn’t trust him in the slightest, and a low growl escaped from parted lips, as spheres of flame appeared at the ends of her closed fists. She drew back her right arm, elbow bent. Eyes bleeding the swirling aniplas blood as she went feral. Her blonde hair blowing about her face, as she chanted in a thick accent-“I amz no girl….I amz VOMAN”….I amz no girl…I amz VOMAN!”

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SothisRaWintersunII: Normally Cinder’s collar could have absorbed a shock like that, but he also had to tell the collar what to do and he was not expecting a shock. Cinder lurched forward at the large sting, gritting his teeth and pursing his lips he turned around slowly and flopped down on the floor. His body would twitch her and there every now and then before his upper body shot straight up. “Wow that was tingly…” He smoothed down his hair and huffed. “What’s your deal bro…those who wallow in self pity will stay that way. Ignore the past and think about your future instead….like that lovely little doctor friend of yours….Greer….”

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The puppet master didn’t care nor did he try to avoid the eventual attach that may soon occur but he continued to smile for a reason that was not entirely clear but maybe it was because he caused her to have some sort of emotional reaction. He kept getting closer as he slowly say-(Puppet master) Come on little girl come on little girl. Yes yes get angrier angrier show me what you can do. Dance my puppet and show me your fangs, SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO…. ha ha ha ha ha ye ha ha ha ye ha ha ha ha ha ha. -The puppet master wanted to know, to feel what she can really do otherwise this whole matter of returning is entirely meaningless to him that is unless there was a reason a real reason for him to return as he continued walking straight towards her not changing any direction and always keeping big grin on his face as he got closer-

AidenArius: Jim was sort of in a shock, considering the charges made even Javid screamed like a little girl, and this guy just took it like pro. And it did piss him off a bit because apparently this guy just doesn’t get the freaking point! The images he had scene from his flashbacks would replay inside his mind, when he just think about his past that didn’t make much sense, before his cry-baby like pout y lips start to move. [Jim]”What future? What kind of future can you have when you’re a blood thirsty monster? Greer would just end up dead if I get near her.. Just like you will be if you don’t leave me alone..” He muttered, his voice sunk a bit due to him trying to hold his tears back. Someone give him a candy or something before he calls for mummy.

NatashaNarishnakov: -In her fury, the madness of his laughter, the swirling of the cane with the shrunken head……..the puppets!!….he kept calling her his puppet and to dance. WAIT!….WAIT!!..~her brain fired up the warning as she suddenly looked around at all the puppets.~- The blood stains that led into the tent, the fact the place was deserted. Spent bullet shells, the piles of guns…..OH MY GOD!!…He must be able to turn everyone and everything into puppets. She powered off the ground instantly and flew up to the trapeze high above, balancing on the rope, her wings beating and dripping aniplas blood down below. “Vhat are youz?….Zome zort of Vitch doctor….do shrinkz dhe peoplez and make dhem puppetz?!” -Her arms were now ablaze with fire as she snarled down at him- “Vaz dhiz zome ztupid trickz?”

SothisRaWintersunII: Still sitting on the floor facing Jim, his legs outstretched and his hands folded in his lap, he listened to Jim for a moment before shaking his head violently. “You are what I like to call an artard….Greer gives you something to live for….something to get better for…you have two choices…continue the way you are and make yours and her life miserable, or pick yourself up by the bootstraps and make both of your lives happy….” Cinder yanked out one of his colts and pressed the barrel to his own head, then pulled the hammer back with his thumb. “Example…I know you don’t know me well but how would you feel if I squeezed the trigger…hmm?”

AidenArius: Jim’s eyes widen a bit, that guy he just knew is going to attempt suicide just to get his point across? This guy is nuts! Or that’s what Jim would think. He was threatening him, yeah sure but it was to get him away, leave him alone. And now he’s going to kill himself. He can’t handle a death, especially in front of him considering that he’s being emo out of guilt. His hands shakes out of fear, and he instinctively darts forward and to tackle the man’s chest, and if the man allows it and NOT pulling the god damned trigger, Jim would end up sobbing on his broad firm chest for comfort, saying [Jim]”What.. What should I do.. I don’t want to be a killer…”

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The puppet master grin turned into a scorn once she flew up to the trapeze high up on the rope but the grin instantly turned back into a big grin before shouting- (Puppet master) NOT SO FAST GIRLY! MISTER ZULU YOUR ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED! -At that instant a large ebony skinned man about six feet and three inches moved away from left one of the two posts that held the tent up and the trapeze wire. The man looked at her before saying -“Igama lami ngu Puppet master”(Translation: My name is Puppet master)-This man had an odd appearance alright, a leopard skin loincloth, straw headdress  straw wrist bands and straw anklets. In one hand was an oval shield as big as his entire body and in his other hand was the Assegai a short stabbing spear and on his back was about ten similar poking out of his back. He would immediately begin aiming and throwing one of the spears at her in hope that it would hit her. While back on the ground puppet master would turn to the puppet audience and bow to them before shouting at loud for all to hear-(Puppet master) Welcome to the greatest show unearthed! -After which he would rush to the gun pile looking for a gun until he picked up an AK-74 before aiming at the big top with one hand- (Puppet master) How uncivilized….the whole point of this thing is to point and pull this little trigger thingee. Ah oh well here goes nothing -He would pull the trigger before shooting out a spray of bullets to Natasha and the wire it seems he has no control of the gun but still manages to keep the gun pointed up for now-

SothisRaWintersunII: “GAH!” Cinders gun flew out of his hand and skidded across the ground and Jim head butted his chest. “Umm…well first you can get off me…” He would grab Jim’s shoulders and try to pick him up off his chest. “And I dont know thats up to you man…Might I suggest going and talking to Greer…this sort of advice is out of my area, all I can say is get out of whatever past you have and uhhh…go forward….” After he was done a loud grumble came from Cinders stomach…”….Need….FOOD!!”

AidenArius: He would sit on his knees, his tears is drying up because a person can only weep for so long before they got tired of it. This whole crying thing actually made him feel better, who knows crying does that. [Jim]”Greer hadn’t actually kill anyone.. She’s a doctor, opposite of what I am..” Jim said, slumping down like a whiny emo bitch before he heard Cinder’s stomach, and reminded himself that he hadn’t eaten for a while now. Well he can’t exactly cry and sob with a hungry stomach, can he? Quickly he picks himself up, before shouting out [Jim]”JAVID! FOOD!” with Javid getting startled from behind the wall that separates them.

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha had evaded the Puppet Master and that cane with the shrunken head, and to get to the trapeze was only the first step of avoiding him. But then he called in for back up, by some huge ebony skinned African  wearing the skimpiest of loin cloths, and was that a straw headdress  and matching wrist and ankle bands. So this was what it was …voodoo magic and witchdoctors. In Nemaeus?..No sooner was the big bugger called, that he was throwing a god-damn spear at her. Using one of her blood tendrils, she would catch it mid air and snap it in two sending it clattering to the floor, as she hurled a fire sphere towards the big African’s straw headdress  hoping it would catch alight. That mad Puppet Master was now announcing to the crowd of puppets, that the show had begun, and she was the main attraction. She let go of the trapeze and then swooped down past the Puppet Master who had picked up the AK-47 and started to fire a hail of bullets that would rip through her right wing, sending her plummeting to the earth, where she would do a barrel roll and jump to her feet, one wing hanging down bleeding on the ground. Snarling, she bit into her tongue, as her mouth filled with the vile toxic blood of the aniplas. She wasn’t going to just flee, if these two wanted a fight, she was going to give it-

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As the fire caught on the straw headdress  the large ebony man would just quickly remove it and threw to the ground below where the puppet master and Natasha were. Some of the embers of the flame was on his hand as he just simply patted his hands down like if the fire wasn’t strong enough to burn him, now he was up there and he clearly has an advantage to those on the ground oddly enough he didn’t do anything but sat on the ledge not even bothering to interfere just sitting there and watching them. The puppet master would a clear grin on his face would just say as he emptied the last of the bullet cartridge firing in the air-(Puppet master) Well well welcome back to earth. -Firing into the ground to make sure that was all of the bullets before throwing the gun away-(Puppet master) I really hate using guns spoils the fun out of the thrill now lets see you said something about a vitch doctor? don’t even know what a vitch is? Unless you are meaning witch then you would need to work on your English pronunciation. For your pronunciation is butchering my beautiful language…where was I oh yes witch…wrong guess care to make another? -The grin was still on his face the big and wide grin almost like if he was mocking her without any words, as he started to circle her and at the same time began to twirl that cane of his again. Twirl and twirl as he watched her ever movement-

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha faced off with the Puppet master who had emptied the gun of shells into the air, and then into the ground before discarding it, saying how he thought guns spoil the fun. The large ebony warrior had patted down the fire balls she had sent down to him, like it meant nothing at all, she leered at him, but refused to speak again. The puppet master mocked her for her way of speaking, teasing and prodding verbally. He was no witch doctor, but there was something about that cane. The puppet master grinned like a Cheshire cat, thinking he had the upper hand. When he came round to face her, she did one of two things, her blood tentacles flowed out, one on each side of her to seize the cane while Natasha would spit a projectile of blood toxin towards the Puppet man’s face, so that the acidic content would burn through his heavily made up mask of white, and wipe that smile right off his face. If her tendrils were able to lock onto the cane, she would take four steps back and then attempt to throw it outside the tent-

SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder scratched his forehead for a moment then pulled himself to his feet. “Ummm…I don’t know…” He turned his head from side to side looking around the piece of…something room. “Mmm…food sounds good right about now…by the way Jim, when did Greer get back to the hospital…” Cinder asked his little question as he headed out the door, looking side to side and covering his nose. “Place smells….”

AidenArius: Javid sighed, dialing a number to order some pizzas for Jim and his guest while Jim looks a bit down again. He hadn’t seen Greer since her date with that suited up douche bag  and thinking about it just make him want to sulk more. After hanging up his cell, Javid interrupts the two. [Javid]“She hadn’t left her room. And for you, guy, it’s the slum. Get used to it.” Jim on the other hand didn’t care much, and make his way to his bed to lie on it while he waits for food. [Jim]”Javid. Food. Now.” He bosses Javid around, acting like a child when they sulk, thinking they have the right to special treatments. [Javid]”I just ordered some pizzas. Just wait damn it.” He said before he looks around. [Javid]”And Mouse is going to be pissed at this renovation of yours..”

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Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The acid had connected and had hit his face immediately he let go of the cane with the shrunken skull within a orb so that he could cover his face as he turned away from Natasha as the sounds of something burning as apparent-(Puppet master) MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! SOMEONE STOP THIS AGONIZING PAIN! -He was still struggling with the pain as he slowly moved closer to her in a vain attempt to get the cane or to some how get her. As she threw the cane outside oddly enough it didn’t went outside as if some sort of barrier repelled it back, the cane would quickly hit the floor before rolling back in front of the puppet master. But good would it do his face was slowly being eaten up by acid slowly his jaw began to be unhinged while in-front of her still standing and holding his hands to his face but suddenly he force his jaw back into place before removing his hands and shouting out to her- (Puppet master) BOO! HA HA HA HA HA! -This thing that stood before her the so called puppet master had a double face one that was slowing being eaten up by the acid and another with many mechanical gears and mechanisms that allowed facial movements. Here in front of her was a puppet designed to look like human with the multiple skin grafts on its mechanical face and body that would make it appear completely human. This is thing would then hit the ground as the cane would spin back up instantly grabbing the cane and making the shrunken skull to look directly at Natasha before saying- (Puppet master) My turn! -At that instant the shrunken skull opened its mouth and eyes appeared in its eye ball sockets as it seemingly screamed at her before letting loose a number of screaming ghost skulls-(Skull) Argh! argh! -The skulls would slowly begin to circle her and if they manage to correctly trap her in that circle everything would turn back to darkness-

SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder turned to Javid and crinkled his brow, his eyes would gleam with a tint of anger as they locked onto Javid. “She… hasn’t left her room?….Natasha…” Cinder drew in a deep breath and pulled off his blue jacket and superman shirt. Under the skin in his shoulder a bubble formed, it was almost like some sort of growth. The bubble would grow larger and large and eventually it would burst and a blodo covered arm would reach out, followed by a set of shoulder, a head, and another arm. One of the beings arms that was crawling out of Cinder would grab Cinder’s head and used it to push the rest of his body out of Cinder’s. The being looked like it had just been birthed, but it was still a full grown man. The naked being shook his head violently, long red locks cascading below his shoulder. It looked up at Cinder and mumbled a few words.(Sevryn) “What is the meaning of this….little brother…” (Cinder) “Find her Sevryn…..” (Sevryn) “And why should I chase after your little crush for you….” Cinder huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose (Cinder) “Just do it…by the way…chu nakys.” Sevryn looked down at his body and shrugged before flipping his red locks over his shoulder. Sevryn was in fact Cinders older identical twin, the only differences was Cinder changed his appearance and gave himself blue eyes and black hair. Sevryn slugishly walked away but turned around when Cinder threw something at him, it was a semi chrome clear crystal. He smiled knowing what it was, clutching it tightly he turned back around and headed out into the streets, barley able to walk as he traced Natasha’s scent. Meanwhile Cinder turned his attention back to Javid and sighed. “How long till the pizza gets here…and how many did you order?”

AidenArius: [Javid]”Well considering that Jim’s a monster—no offence when it comes to food, and the whole wreck at the kitchen in the hospital after you got admitted… 6 box?” Javid would say, even though he planned to order a lot more, he only had enough money for 6.. Poor guy.. Jim raise his hand while being lazy on the bed, [Jim]”umm.. Am I the only one here that saw a guy coming out of another guy? Like.. What the hell was that? And can I have 5 box?” Jim says to the two male before Mouse storms into the place, carrying a newspapers about Greer’s interview after the hospital lock down  [Mouse]”GUYS! The doctor is still here right? *with Javid nodding to him, he threw newspapers to Javid* Check that out. I’m going out to find more info about this. Oh, When the doc wakes up, don’t let her go outside till I get back.” Mouse soon leave the building before anyone can respond to him, panicking about this development, suspecting something grand even.

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NatashaNarishnakov: -Though the acid spit would do the job, or so she thought, and her attempt to throw the cane with the shrunken head out the tent would be hit by some sort of invisible barrier, that meant it simply rolled back to the puppet master, like it belonged to him. His screams of his beautiful face sliding off, was all a lie, as he turned to show he was actually….a machine. His horrid laughter through shouts as he revealed himself to her had her recoil in horror. It was then that he held up the damn cane and suddenly it was his turn to attack her. The skull began to scream and let loose a number of screaming skulls, that would begin to encirle her. She had to do something, this was not worth becoming a puppet. She fired up her one healthy wing, turning it to fire, to try and swat some of the screaming skulls away, as she took a look to the exit, the tent flap from where she had come from. If she was able to break the circle with her blood wing of fire, she would make a run for the tent flap, if not, she would succumb to the darkness-

 

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As she tried to escape from the flying screaming skulls towards what seemed to be the tent flap leading to the exit as some of the skulls decided to fly past Natasha and towards the exit where they begun to make a vertical circle on the exit as if they knew it was her only way out as they spun faster to make what seems to be some sort of darkness but if you look outside you could clearly see someone in a white hoody boarding up the exit with wooden boards, the man seems to be succeeding but then again why is he there in the first place if she could see closely at the man’s hoodie there written on it was two letters PM maybe it stands for Puppet Master but then again maybe not. The puppet master with the burnt face would shout to the top of his lungs-(Puppet master) STOP HER! SOMEONE STOP HER! -As he said those words the Large Zulu at the to would start aiming to attempt to hit her with one of his spears, he even tried to estimate the trajectory of his spear before throwing the spear right at her. As the words was said the puppets that were at the aisle way began to throw themselves off the side in an attempt to block her escape or by chance tackle her in mid flight even one of the three giant dolls stood up and begun to walk towards what seemed to be the exit path of Natasha and in one more of the puppet master attempts to deter her the giant puppet would try to swat her with one of its hands that is if the swatting with the hand connected but all of this seems pointless sense the exit is nothing more than a black wall with moving paint if one were to look closely enough they would notice that the man putting the wooden boards up seems to be in some what of a loop as he puts up the board and closes it up completely before he pull it back down and do it all over again-

NatashaNarishnakov: -It seemed that this was all some sort of plot to keep Natasha from ever leaving the abandoned circus. Maybe the Master of the Fuyu no arishu had planned this all along. She had succeeded in gaining the hospital, but this mission was obviously one that would be difficult to escape from. She made her made dash for the tent exit or so she thought, only to have the screaming skulls come around in a verticle circle, that would spin so fast that she was starting to fall into the darkness. The power of her burning wing was losing its energy, since she needed to feed, her eyes darting back and forth, as the Puppet master screamed that she be stopped. She turned away from the exit, when she saw that the exit was being boarded up by someone in a white hoodie. It was then that the Zulu would throw a spear at her, that would drive into her left shoulder, coming out the other side, as her tentacles flailed wildly. Blood oozing from the wound, as the Puppets were now throwing themselves at her,and she was swatting them, kicking out with her feet and using her blood tentacles to catch others and toss them out of her way. THEN a large puppet was trying to swat her like a fly, and she would get hit, being thrown sideways, across the room, landing with a sickening thud. She pushed back up to standing and then using her hands she would break the spear that was lodged in her shoulder and with the last of her energy, hurl it at the puppet Master’s head, to try and do some damage at least. She was looking for a way out…..but the exit was getting boarded up again and again… (Natasha)”NOEZ!!!! I won’t die here!!!”- She turned on the Zulu, and made a dash at him, to tackle him in the hopes to lock on and bite his face, and if she could she would attempt to use her tentacles to bleed him dry-

Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -Little did she know that the Zulu was also a well made puppet with his long legs he jumped upwards to try and avoid her but then a voice of small girl would echo out- (?) That is enough. -As her voice echoed through out the tent most of the puppets at the audience would stop moving indefinitely the only things that would still move was the British bloke, the Zulu who had returned back down from his high jump and the giant doll who was moving back to the hippodrome. The British bloke and the Zulu looked at each other before the British bloke would say out loud -(British bloke) You mean we don’t get to finish the attack look at me I am ruined a fortune wasted on my face now we have to waste more money which we do not have. Look at me I am ruined. -The Zulu would hold the British bloke back before saying-(Zulu) wha cha you want do her? -The giant doll would open up its jaw revealing a ten or eleven year old girl riding the giant doll in a small drivers compartment in the giant doll as she tried to get down the giant doll would then place its arm to its chest to allow the little girl in black dress with a black bonnet, her face seems to have black lipstick on her lips and has pale white make up. As the doll helped thee little girl get to the ground she would fluff off the dirt of her little dress before continuing to speak- (Girl) The boss wants to return back seeing how well she fought and also she survive the longest from those who have been sent. So we let her go….also your face will be fixed don’t worry about it. -The British bloke would shout out- (Bloke) Your kidding me look at the damage she caused, she doesn’t even touched you two (Girl) Quiet the boss is watching can’t you hear those chains of his…-They all became quiet as they heard chains rattling before it became silent before the skulls begun to circle closer to Natasha forming what seems to be a portal to the hospital bed where Sand is waiting on the other side with a cart of blood packs, he would wave at them. The girl would wave back before she said- (Girl) Zulu put her in the hole….we are done with her. -Zulu would move to get Natasha-

NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha was bleeding profusely, and like an endangered animal she was growling and before she realised, she would be placed into the hole by the Zulu, being passed over to Sand, in the hospital, where a cart of blood packs were waiting. The minute her body hit the bed her tentacles collapsed down the sides, her blood running on the floor. She had fought, and completed her mission. Natasha then lost consciousness, drifting off to sleep.-

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The Chinese Lanterns.

23 Friday Nov 2012

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An extract from Chapter four of “Trek to the Summit.”   (thecarrendarchronicles.com)

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CharlotteCarrendar:- :: “There is no joy on this earth where we reside without an equal weight of pain to balance such joys out. The scale of which is the balance of life” So lovingly carressing her cheek, whisking away the falling tear before it fell from her face. The look in his eyes, one of understanding, calm. “It is coming to terms with such events that will lead to an inner peace. Faith, whether in someone else or yourself, will give you such inner strength to the sense of balance and perspective in life. Without balance, a life is no longer worth living” ~No longer worth living.~ How true those words were. Charlotte knew the importance to act and to act now. It meant for her to rise so sharply, and make that mad dash to the stairs. Though the removal of her black silken cloak, would have both men watching on, seeing not only her mark, but a good proportion of her backside, as she leapt up the stairs. (Charlotte)”We have to get to the temple.” -words that followed blurted out by the equally excitable Furtuno dashing from the apartment, his voice sing out as he raced to the elevator doors. (Fortuno) “Charlotte!! I am coming too!! Let’s meet at the lobby floor!!” At the top of the stairs, and with no second thought that she would be robbing the hotel of its finest Chef, she yelled back. (Charlotte)”We be down as soon as we are packed! -followed by- “I wonder where I put my swiss army knife.”
Running into her closet, she turned on the light switch, and it illuminated up, row upon row of designer clothes, shoes, dresses, fight suits, mountain gear, snow gear, beach wear and at the very back a long black cupboard, that when unlocked by special code, revealed her weapons. Both modern age and those from her mother’s era of Lacardis. Rifling through the racks of hunting gear, she quickly tossed out a khaki shirt, matching shorts, and long sleeve jacket. Then padding over to her drawers, she pulled out her smalls, and started to dress properly, fine lace knickers and bra to match in black spider like webbed lace. Next her shorts, which she pulled on follwed by her shirt, that she slipped over her head. Sitting down on her love seat, she slipped on the socks, and reached for her leather boots, that were specially designed for trekking. If Laguna had followed her in, she would look up, and point to the racks of men’s clothes, left behind by her former husband. (Charlotte)”There is a lot in there, your size, if your looking for pants, or a jacket. Not sure if the style suits, but its better than wearing something of mine.”- a small quip, but she was so serious, about getting dressed in a hurry. Add to that Laguna may have already had clothing there ready to wear, but in her hurry, she wasn’t making much sense. Boots now on, she rose to standing, then appeared to be lost in her train of thought. What if they had missed the chance to catch up with Fung Le? What if he was already out of the city? Pulling on her jacket, Charlotte would sweep her hair up into a pony tail, tying it off with a hair band from her dresser. At the right end corner of her closet were two backpacks, and one she cared to hand to Laguna. (Charlotte)”I know you probably don’t need this, but it may come in handy and make the trip more comfortable. Tent, sleeping bags, and emergency kits, such as first aid and camping essentials. Charlotte opened up the black cupboard and pulled out a gun belt, slipping it on around her waist, and took off the rack, two Glock 17’s, both semi -automatic pistols, along with four magazines, which she fitted to the back of her gun belt in a special series of holders. Lastly a pair of aviator sunglasses, snapped up and slipped into her shirt pocket, and she was standing in front of her tall mirror. (Charlotte)”I look like Lara Croft…well, a dark haired version any ways. Though I think my chest is smaller. Those pixel girls are always a bit top heavy. Noob fantasies, I don’t know. SO.”
– Picking up her backpack, she waits for Laguna to be ready to join her. (Charlotte)”We barely got a chance to even eat, and yet I don’t feel hungry any more. Hope the Chef isn’t too upset we didn’t eat his creations. Mind you if he is going to be singing on this trip.”- She was talking as though underwater. Nerves perhaps. Charlotte turned and walked to Laguna asking. (Charlotte)”To right the balance, will it mean a further sacrifice? Is that what the tomb is about do you think? A resting place, or am I just going crazy? Wait…my swiss army knife.” Honestly, was she always this mad in a rush? Maybe he should slap her or shake her. One thing for sure, they were wasting time. For sure enough, down in the basement, Fortuno would be waiting. (Charlotte)”Maybe we should hire camels….elephants….donkeys…..where is my knife?” <c>
:: (Thorn) “What the hell, Atriz! My wind element isn’t answering!!” Thorn was in a panic, as the dog catcher was trying to catch her with a net. Atriz was too busy watching the girl up ahead being so close to her Master, Fung Le. (Atriz)”Then eat more beans…Nyah”- not even looking back. That mad old cat was so caught up in her fit of jealousy, that she wasn’t even aware that an evil council worker cat napper/dog catcher was ready to seize up the hapless pussies. (Atriz)”Nyah…girly with my Master. OH..giving her a necklace…Meeeooooowww Nyah nyah. I never get a necklace. Nyah. What has she got that I don’t? Nyah nyah.” Pawing as she sat there, tail all fluffed up, the comical part was that the three toms that she had more or less dismissed as common alley cats, were going all out to rescue the pretty Siamese Thorn. Ganghar was first, leaping up onto the dog catcher’s backside, long claws sinking into his flesh. (Dog Catcher)”YEEOOWW!” Net dropped, part of the mission accomplished. (Atriz)”I am lucky if I get a pat…this is so so wrong. After all these years…how could he just leave me behind with Thorn Child. Nyah.” Suddenly Shilor leapt over Atriz and extended his claws into the dog catcher’s back, and this FINALLY got Atriz’s attention. (Atriz)”Silly toms, what are you…..*she looked behind her and saw the dog catcher doing a funny dance trying to dislodge the cats, that were swinging from his back and rear. (Atriz)”Oh…you horrid human..Nyah. Shoo…get away from the cats. Thorn Child. Never play with the humans. First you attract alley cats, now you are attracting humans. Nyah.” It was becoming fairly obvious, that Atriz, didn’t get out much. Ranga would be the one to free Thorn from the net, and then say (Ranga) “ My lady, I believe you were bought ready to beat up Shilor, please continue when he’s finished,” Rolling her eyes, Atriz retracted her claws and then lowered her paw to the ground. Thorn finally saw that Fung Le was in fact ahead of them and said quickly – (Thorn)”if we don’t hurry we won’t catch up with them, let’s go, the boys will catch up when there done playing, let’s hope they don’t,” The two cats took off together, Atriz unable to help herself and say. (Atriz)”After that performance, I highly doubt they are going to ever stop following you. Nyah..Nyah.” :: <c>

:: A gust of wind, swirling newspapers, the constant of the traffic as it breathed out its choking toxic fumes. Fung Le looked up to the sky, and then placed a finger in his mouth, before holding it aloft and then smiling. (Fung Le)”Now…we must be on our way. Good day Master Su, may you enjoy the rest of this day. We have many to catch up with now. Yes, others are coming.”- He smiled down as the girl beside him was placing the necklace around her neck, the jade circle stone, resting on her chest. (Fung Le)”Suits you too. Who would have known?” You have many questions, and I plan to answer them. Ah…do you see the lanterns up ahead? Come, let me show you.”- If he followed her up the pavement, closer to where the cats were actually heading, she would see a row of brightly coloured lanterns. Each one had a piece of paper dangling from it and Fung Le took one in his hand, and smiled down at the girl. (Fung Le)”Tis tradition, to find the answers to life’s riddles, that we seek the light.” – His free hand extending to the many other lanterns. Did she realise that what he was saying had a hidden meaning, one that related to the very journey that they were to start together. She did not know him from a bar of ordinary soap, and yet he had fed her and gifted her a piece of exotic jewellery. “So I am going to give you some riddles from these lanterns,and as a reward, if you answer correctly, I will answer a question from your heart. Fair?…Fair.”- He nodded and then read the first riddle. (Fung Le)”Ho ho ho…I like this game. Which is faster, hot or cold?”- The first question was from a blue shining lantern with a beautiful flower on the outside. He then moved to the second lantern, one that was green, with a beautiful girl in a pretty silken dress dancing. (Fung Le)” What is it that everybody does at the same time?…Ho ho ho….so funny. Its like a party.”- By now Atriz and Thorn would have caught up with the Master, who had reached the red lantern with the golden dragon on the side. (Fung Le)”Ah…just in time, Atriz, I see you brought Thorn Child, good good. Now, one last question for you, my friend..*he said, looking back fondly at the girl with the jade necklace.* “Of all my siblings, which I have many, I am the number, wise old twenty. I always wear, my long thin hat, And stand on one leg, I’ve never sat. I’m last of last, and last of first, I’m last of the best, and last of the worst. Who am I?” – Fung Le would release the strip of paper from the last lantern, then smile as he folded his arms, hands lost up inside his sleeves. Eyes of gold, so pure and kind, staring at the girl, wondering if her mind could find the answers to the riddles three. :: <3>

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Theme for Trek to the Summit – The Love Story of Atriz and the Shadow Wolf (Lin Yueru and Li Xiaoyao) – The Carrendar Chronicles.com

21 Wednesday Nov 2012

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Taken from Chapter two :Trek to the Summit

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

The small white cat, Atriz was indeed old, older than one would expect. But there was a tale to the Cat’s tail. When you gaze on a creature, its often in their eyes that you see that spark. Though in the eyes of the white cat you see stars, there is something hidden in behind. A beautiful woman, her hair the colour of the whitest snow. The sword girl of Suzhou. Lin Yueru was her name. She belonged to a clan of mighty warriors, and she was the daughter of the esteemed leader Zhao. In her journeys with her brothers, she came across a village, and there she was to meet a man that was of her dreams. Li Xiaoyao. He was known to many in his village, as the Demon of Shadows. Lin falls head over heels in love, but her father has chosen to wage war upon the village. Meeting in secret, they consummate their love beneath a beautiful cherry blossom tree. But like all good tales, there is often not a happy ending. Her father finds out she is with child to the Demon of Shadows, and sends for her brothers to kill him. Eight on one, he stood no chance, falling to the blade of her brother Yun. It was no ordinary blade that he used, but that of Lin’s herself. Bringing back Li’s hair and the blooded sword, dropping it at the feet of Lin, she takes the blade in her hands, and tries to kill herself, rather than be left on the earth alone. The wound does the kill the unborn child within, but it is not fatal. Disgraced, her father orders she be banished from their lands. Sent to exile, in a dark temple far from the rest of her clan. The blade is by her side, wrapped in a special cloth as a permanent reminder of her shame. Crying, Crying. Her cries would be heard, but from an unlikely source. A golden dragon lands upon the temple roof, its large head, peering in through the window. (Fung Le)”Hmmm.” Lin Yueru looks up in fright, and tries to run away from the dragon, but each time she reached a doorway, or window, it was sealed to her. She had been bound by a curse, that she could not leave in bipedal form. The dragon watched on in amusement for a time, as the girl kept getting thrown back by the curse on the temple. After a time she finally sank to her knees, more tears flowing. The dragon’s large clawed hand reached in and then gestured with its finger to the tiny white haired girl. (Fung Le)”Only one way out I am afraid. But you have to trust me.” Staring up through tears, she cries. (Lin Yueru)”I trust you, Master. Please help me.”- Lin Yueru crawled onto the dragon’s outstretched hand, and then he closed his claws around her, till she vanished from sight. Whispering an enchantment, he slowly withdrew his hand from the temple, but when he sat up on the temple roof and opened his hand, she was no longer the Sword girl of Suzhou. She had turned into a small white cat. (Atriz)”Nyah?…Nyah?…my voice…my…..eeek. I’m fluffy! What…what..nyah…have you done?” (Fung Le)-chuckling softly- “Helping you of course.” – The white cat was going round in circles, chasing her own tail, (Atriz)”I’m…a.. nyah…cat?” Fung Le placed the kitty on the top of his neck, reaching in to the temple to retrieve her sword. (Fung Le)”You always were, Child. Just no one told you before.” :: In the hall of Lorewall Government  Atriz waited just near the front doors, for the young Thorn. Staring back with starry eyes, she saw much of herself in this girl. She knew she would be headstrong in her wish to follow the journey, and now Atriz knew that this was her calling. Fung Le knew exactly what he was doing, setting Atriz to be her guide. This was not just about a boy any more. Many now counted on Fung Le making it to the summit. All their lives depended on it. The cat sat patiently, she had waited many hundred of years….she could wait a bit longer.

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All Hail the Emperor!

19 Monday Nov 2012

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This is taken from the Role Play “On the Wings of Eagles” for the Carrendar Dynasty group.  My co-writer is DrakonMacar, a seasoned veteran of the Role Playing community.

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All Hail the Emperor!

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CharlotteCarrendar: – As Colonel Jessup paced in behind the massive wall of communication monitors and radar screens, his right hand man, a young air force cadet, was on the radio, picking up communication from the Scourge Eagles.

“Sir, incoming transmition. Let me put it to speaker for you.” – the young cadet, flipped the switch to play the message live to the entire room, as many stopped what they were doing, looking up from their panels.

*Nixagris Air Commander this is Scourge Eagle Relief Force. Multiple aircraft are in fire range and not disengaging Hostile approach of aircraft. Your weaponry is of no use against us, nor do we wish to engage what we were briefed on as friendlies. Disengage now.”

Colonel Jessup’s nostrils flared, his forehead wrinkled considerably, as he grabbed the microphone up and barked down into the coms.

“This is Colonel Jessup of the Nixagrin base Space port and National Airforce. My planes have right to fly in this airspace. This is first word we have had that our own planes are viewed as being hostile. WE ARE DEFENDING OUR SPACE BASE ON ROUTINE RECONISSENCE FLIGHTS!”- he barked angrily. “I have ten of our best pilots up there in those skies, patrolling the north. ARE WE NOW UNDER YOUR COMMAND? I DEMAND SOME ANSWERS, BEFORE I CALL OFF MY PLANES!” He gripped the mic tightly in his hands, as all eyes were on him.

Just then, one of the lead pilots radioed in from Striker One.

“This is Captain Reegus, on Striker One, now in formation, approaching enemy aircraft. TWO NINE DELTA….They are tracking us, what are your orders? Do we open fire?”

The young comms cadet’s eyes lit up, fear etched in his expression. He turned around and stared at the Colonel. “Sir…sir…its suicide.” Colonel Jessup screamed down the mic at the Lead pilot on Striker One.

“Do not fire unless fired upon…..That is an order!” <3>

Drakon: “Planes?” Toburt shook his head. “Oh by the Golden Throne…” He flicked the Comm’s switch. “We’re not going to waste time briefing you all en route. We have our duty and we are on approach to the space port. We see a ruined land below and around us and it is VERY much obvious the people here could make use of aide. ETA 20 Standard Minutes.” Toburt rolled the reply around in his head. Planes haven’t been seen, built or used in Millenia, yet here was a world using such a baffling variety or technology new and old. He tongued the vox-caster in his gorget ~Brothers, hold thrust, go to skim and steady, forwards at impulse.~ A pair of voices replied ‘Affirm’

The Thundereagle, two Storm Eagles and the pair of Land Speeder Tornados slowed to what might have been a crawl, visually and literally the vehicles velocity slowed and then came to a complete stop as they floated mid-air. hovering 30 meters above the rubble of the outskirts of Nixagris. ~Allow these bafoons to pass and do not engage until such a time as engaged. Speeders, shift front center, Storm Eagles, run point and I will bring the rear.~ ‘Affirm’ ~Forwards~

The formation shifted, the two smallest craft, a pair of Land Speeder Tornados with their Scout compliments inside hovering closer to the ground, the Storm Eagles going forwards and then the group started forwards. The pace was that slower than the jets could possibly maintain flight at thanks to the anti-grav plate technologies used for the war machines. At speeds of a mere 50/kmh they pressed forwards above the scarred land scape.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The reply to the Colonel’s tirade, was nothing short of the Scourge Eagles losing patience with the situations. Clearly, the Nixagrins, did things a little bit differently to their counterparts in the south. The radio handler, was staring up at Colonel Jessup, the blood running from his face, as he swallowed.

“Sir…orders?” -the young cadet asked, now quaking before the incensed Colonel. The Colonel looked as though he was about to blow a blood vessel in his neck. The comms was off for now, so his new tirade, would not be heard by any from the oncoming Scourge Eagles, nor his pilots, whose very lives hung in the balance.

“GODDAMN IT!..Has Lorewall instructed that this was an authorised manouvre by these…these…people?!”- he pointed at the oncoming blips on the screen. “What of the one known as Captain? WHO THE HELL IS RUNNING THE SHOW NOW?!” -clearly, he was getting unnerved, as his duty was to protect the fleets of Seals that remained, and the rest of the flight squadron. His grip upon the mic, was now showing indentations from his fingers. He didn’t know if letting them land would be safe for the fleets, and even so, no word from Lorewall, meant they were on their own.

“This is Captain Reegus, on Striker One, the bogeys are slowing speed, Colonel. Orders?!”- now the pilots were starting to wonder what to do. Then one of the back jets, increased speed, breaking formation, and making a collision course, for the larger war machines.

“This is Captain Jones, my wife and kids are down there!…i don’t want them murdered by aliens!” The control room went frantic, as Captain Reegus got back on comms. “Jones!…Hold fire…break right…do not engage….I repeat…DO NOT ENGAGE!”

“I GOT LOCK, I GOT LOCK!”- Captain Jones flicked the switch, as one of the larger thundereagles, was marked by a red halo.

Back at the base, Colonel Jessup was about to have a heart attack. “JONES…YOU BRING DOWN THAT PLANE OF YOURS…HOLD FIRE!!” <3>

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Drakon: *Collision Course detected, Impact in mark 10…* The servitor droned lazily. “VU’LEITAK!” Toburt spat and pulled on the controls. The massive Thundereagle suddenly rose up, vertically and then pivoted, it’s entire display of weapons now very much obvious. A quartet of missile pods on the wings, heavily altered autocannons of a sorts and a lone augmented melta-cannon facing the kamikaze. “You will know peace through death or through duty!” Toburt’s impressive display showed how greatly the size of the Thundereagle was betrayed more by it’s impressive engines. *5… 4…* Toburt could hear the lessons, his psycho-conditioning over taking his instincts, the voice of the Grand Eagle.

‘Our way is not that of the Hammer, nor the Sword, Shield, Axe, or Spear. Ours is that of the Eagle. Mighty, keen, noble. In our duty, certain boons must be made for the sake of liberation. Some worlds in the fringes still ahve yet to see the light of the Imperium. Our duty is to defend those worlds and to cleanse them of the malefactors of this galaxy. It is for this purpose we were made. The unification of Mankind. The Truth of the Great Scheme, the Imperial Truth, is not what you were taught as a child by your tribes Lore Speakers. It is that first and foremost, there is humanity. Where there is humanity, there is need of our aide. Our duty is that aide.’ The memory went for what felt like a life time. The other elements had continued forwards, jinking and jerking around in blatant evasive actions, ensuring their safety from the dive bombing lunatic.

Toburt heaved again and this time the Thundereagle jumped up and exploded forwards in motion, all in a fashion that was utterly unnatural to those unfamiliar with the mighty war machine and it’s workings. If there was a fight to be had, the Scourge Eagles would not throw the first punch, but they sure as hell would end it. Such was their way, example first, action second. Their duty was to Humanity, their alligence to the Emperor. Not the other way around. “FINAL WARNING! DISENGAGE OR PREPARE FOR BATTLE! ANY FURTHER ACTS WILL BE CONSIDERED HOSTILE AND WILL RESULT IN OUR OPENING FIRE!” Toburt broadcast the order on all channels, the signal bounding forth on all frequencies.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The communications centre in Nixagris, came alive with the operators yelling into coms, as the entire ten jet formation broke apart, like fireflies, they all went, up down, left right, as the jet that had gone rogue, was hurtling towards the massive thunder eagle. The Colonel was perspiring profusely, as he barked orders for all ships to return to base, and in particular, he was yelling at Captain Jones, who was forcing the hand of the Scourge Eagles. “ABORT MISSION…GODDAMN IT…Or I kill you myself.”

But what the pilots of all the jets could see, that the ground towers could not, was the raw power and majesty of the thunder eagle, which in its efforts to get clear of the kamikaze Nixagrin jet, showed off just what it was carrying beneath its bulk,

“GREAT MOTHER OF GOD!” – Captain Reegus yelled on his com, as he could not find any other words to describe the view he had from his cockpit. “ABORT MISSION…ABORT…All return to base.” -the jets all turned and started to head for home, as Captain Jone’s plane shot right underneath the Thunderhawk. His efforts to ram it thwarted, and now, he would have to live with the court marshall, as well as Colonel Jessup’s wrath.

At the base, the Colonel was staring up at the Nemauen Flag on the wall, and closed his eyes tight, wondering if he had just handed over control of the North, by not having his planes engage. The young cadet, who all this time, had been waiting for orders, implored him with his eyes. “Sir?” The Colonel tugged on his lapels, and then said firmly. “Give them landing clearance. This isn’t over.”- The young cadet responded. “Yes Sir.”- pressing on the comms switch and coughing, before speaking.

“This is Nixagris Space port and Air base. You may start your landing.” <3>

Drakon: “You may start your landing.” Toburt gnashed his teeth together. It was now very obvious that these were mere chilrden playing at war and what was worse, he felt the Instinct kick in, the nagging feeling that their attacks were all but over. ~Tighten formation, full speed to the port. Scouts, make ready for insertion. Until further notice we are on Hair Triggers. Fire at will.~ The group reformed and sped off to the port, the space port coming into sight. It was poorly kept from what they could see. Maintenance was lacking and it seemed their anti-grav plates were either disabled or non-existant.

The Tornado’s side’s opened up, a servitor took control of the machines flight as the pair of land speeders dispersed 10 scouts in the cover of smoke as they lazily made way over a smoldering building. The group had all paused to make it seem less suspicious, they had reformed their position, the Tornados out front, the Storm Eagles and finally the Thundereagle itself. They motioned over and slowed, lowering to the pads.

*Touchdown mark 3… 2… 1…* The vehicles shook on the impact of landing on the pads. The crews pulled their helmets on, Wargear primed, readied, steadied. As for the Scouts in their Land Speeders, they were no where to be seen, only a pair of servitors in each cockpit.

The scouts camo-cloaks and the camoline lining of the Scourge Eagles armor allowed them to blend in. Their decades of training paying off as the untrained eye would be hard pressed to find their outlines, especially in the smoldering ruins of Nixagris. Sniper Rifles, Combat Knives, Bolt Pistols, a Missile Launcher, they were ready to mean business in a moments notice as they scattered, resorting to vox-clicks only on their secured channel. “- – _ -” Toburt grinned under his helm as he disembarked the Thundereagle. Five astartes accompanied him. Two Battle Brothers each took leave from the two Stormeagles and in total, the entire Alto Squad was together. The most seasoned pilots of the Chapter outside of the First Company had gathered on the spot. Boltguns hanging to their sides, chainswords on display.

Bulky power armour stuck out like a sore thumb as Toburt voxed to their servitors. “Order Zel’la Ou’tat.” *Confirmed.* The Sotmreagles and Thundereagle had landed around the two Land Speeders, all shields reignited and weapons systems tracked the deck of the port. The Astartes stood there, motionless like statues over seven feet in height each. Ruby lened helms and their armor shifting and shimmering a myraid of pigments, almost half concealing them in discreet whisps of smoke as the Camoline coating adjusted to it’s surroundings. They waited in silence, the void shields around their vessels guarding them until approached by those they came to see.

TaruCarrendar:- From the high mountain tops of the ranges in the icey cold north, Taru was standing on the very edge of a cliff. Betrayed by Lord Kaze, who fake his own death, in order to have them arrested by the very people that her forefathers had served. Sora stood in behind her, arms folded, kicking at a clump of snow.

“Why did he betray us?” Sora asked of his younger sister, as she snarled under her breath. Sora had been kept in the dark for many years, about the fate of his sister, and why she showed up now. Was this all part of the plan? In behind them, stood, the alter of the Chosen. The Society, that had stolen Taru from her mother, all those years before. The red cloth, was still visible, under neath the snow, but this is where it all began. This is where, Taru’s life turned into a living a hell. Turning her head slightly, her face barely visible, beneath the white of her hair, that blew about her, teased by the artic winds.

“Because that is what they do. He is of Chaos. What did you expect? A warm fuzzy hug? A dinner in Nixagris? No…this was meant to be.”- Sora appeared confused all the more and shook his head. But then something caught both their attention, as below, the Thunder Eagles were landing, and so to the jets of the Nemaeun Military. Watching from high above, Taru actually found something to smile about.

“And so….it has begun.”- she said, practically breathless, whilst her brother walked to the cliff edge and looked down for himself. “Are they, the ones of the prophecy?” Sora asked, looking at his sister, and seeing her smile. Taru relayed the prophecy again. “Men but not, travel the stars in search to lay waste to the Chaos, but there are those that stand against….the Father of the Sun. His wraith is great and there shall be no mercy. Child of Arachnid travels the dark tunnels of Fjelding. Man of eyes, the beast, the King speaks the name….the…name….the King of the mountain….cometh…..BUT…the black sees all, and fears not the ones againest Chaos.” -she offered her hand to her brother. “I left that bit out.”- Her eyes flickered to black, as Sora took her hand, and both rippled, their forms vanishing from the craggy cliff face, as over head, a black Raven circled, cawing loudly.

As the Scourge Eagles came into their landing, Colonel Jessup and his men came running out of the command centre, Colonel Jessup placing on his hat, his breath showing as he exhaled. “Remind me to kick Captain Jones ASS!”- he fumed, as the smoke ahead camoflaged the oncoming Marines. “I can’t see shit!” – But as he walked along with his men, two beings shimmered in behind them, both wearing black uniforms, Taru’s hair blowing about her face, while Sora let go of her hand. “Talk about getting your landing right. Looks like this is where the action is.” – Taru nodded and strutted along behind the Colonel, who was trying to see his way. <3>

Drakon: Bulol and Fireks had returned to the Thundereagle and pulled their choice weapons, a Heavy Bolter for Bulol and Fireks picked up his signature Plasmagun. The two brothers returned to the side of their squad and they all turned. It was a rare sight, the massive Astartes stepped forth, the void shields dropping for ten seconds and they appeared from the haze. Toburt rose his right fist into the air, exposing the underside of his right arm in the process. The group stepped forwards and ceased a two yards rom the others.

“Relief Force Zou, as ordered by Grand Eagle Drakon Deritako Macar. I am Brother Toburt, Avenger of the Third Company and these are my battle brothers of squad Alto, of the Scourge Eagles Chapter Adeptus Astartes. Originally we came here to help but now I am pondering why I want to consider diplomacy after what was just displayed. Of course this is kowing full well that I could flick your damned nose and leave you in traction of a week after you recover from the concussion. Who is in charge here and who are you?” He said rather flatly. It was very obvious that Toburt was annoyed with the whole situation and to think he had volunteered to lead the forward to Nixagris. He stood there towering over those who approached.

TaruCarrendar:- The Colonel stopped dead in his tracks, his men doing pretty much the same as the two massive Astartes came into view, from out of the smoke haze. The Colonel’s mouth fell open, for this was the first time he came into contact with the Scourge Eagles. Course, these Astartes were armed to the max, bolt weapons and plasma guns. Far superior to the Las-guns that were issued to the military from Lorewall.

The One known as Brother Toburt, was the first to speak, introducing both himself and his Brothers from squad Alto. He was curt, and blunt in his words to the Colonel and his men. He even threatened to flick the Colonel’s nose and leave him in traction for a week, out for the count. Clearly, they were on a hair trigger to shoot the first person that spoke out of line. But before the Colonel could reply, though he was tongue tied, Taru stepped through the men, her brother slowly following behind. Knowing full well, that Lord Kaze was suppost to be dead, her father Baldrick, missing and he was the Prime Minister in lieu of Charlotte, there were few else in the north, that could lay claim to some level of rank.

“That….would be me.”- she said boldly, the flick of her green irises, set in amonget black eyes, and her alabaster skin, a stark contrast to the black of her clothing. Colonel Jessup knew nothing of Taru, or her brother and raised a hand, which he suddenly pulled back down, as Sora gripped his own collar, and revealled the birth mark of the Carrendar Spiders.

“Taru….Taru Carrendar, I understand your men met with my younger sister, who so enlisted your services to aid the country against, the forces of Chaos. She too bore the mark, as it was her lineage, however, she was half human, and so naturally in conflict with her demonic origin. She stood proudly, and apparently unarmed, which took a bit of guts, when the military behind her, were all shitting themselves.

“Brother Toburt, its a delight, I must say, to actually meet you and your brothers, face to face. I apologise of course, for whatever actions the Colonel and his men took, and I assure you, that they will be dealt with, by the Government.” She spoke with all the air of a Carrendar, like her mother before her, however, she was plagued with the black, and so she was unique, to any who had come before her…or since. <3>

Drakon: “Well whoever the moron was that tried to ram Valor’s Feather, ” Toburt gestured to the Thundereagle “…keep him grounded and someone get his damned head straight. It’s hard to find men of that audacity and if tempered right makes him a force to be reckoned with.” Toburt said and nodded towards the command center. “It is time to bring us up to speed. We have orders to relay to you from none other than the Grand Eagle himself and it is urgent that they are worked towards immediately.”

TaruCarrendar:- After years of service to the likes of Mazmezz, Taru was used to dealing with those of authority, in particular, those that were furious in regards to the wanton actions of others, that could have endangered his craft and his crew. Looking past Toburt, she saw the sheer size of the Thundereagle and then compared it to the jets now landing on the tarmac. “Yes…that was rather stupid. I mean, would like tossing a pebble at well….you.”-she said with a flick of her wrist. “Colonel?”- Taru said, to the air, as the Colonel came up along side her and frowned, like he didn’t take orders from civilians. “Yes, M’lady?” said with a touch of disdain in his voice. “I do think that whoever piloted the jet, to take a run at the Thundereagle, and attempted to damage relations of good will between the Nemauens and the visitors, should be…sent to the stocks.”- she beamed a bright smile, which then showed something of malice, when he snorted a reply. “Very well…..M’lady. MEN…round up Captain Jones, and take him in.”- Pleased with this instant reaction, she rounded back on Toburt and tilted her head. “See? We do take this sort of matter seriously. Now, you said you had orders you wished to relay from your Grand Eagle. I would be more than happy to ensure it passes through to those in Lorewall. In particular, the one known…..as Captain.”- Now, Taru had never met him face to face, but she knew…he was the Father of the Sun. <3>

Drakon: “No, we have orders to obey, his will is to be relayed.” Toburt said as he made a quick remark in Saer’rien inside of his helm. The other Astartes seemed to lower their weapons slightly, just at the smallest of angles. “The orders are to secure and defend this Star Port from insurrectionists until such time as heavy landers can be deployed to land materials necessary for construction. Rocrete, plasteel, ceramite, some in raw form, others not so much. Call it tribute from the Imperium of Man as a token of goodwill. Well, it WAS the case until the one known as Captain showed. Now we’re falling back to contingency plans of fortify, evacuate and patrol. The efforts are simply for defense purposes to keep this cities defenses up in either case, one more beneficial than the other. The will of the Grand Eagle was to secure, repair, maintain the heart of this city after making certain the port was optimal for landers and then begin sweeps to route out rebels and traitors.” Toburt shook his head slowly for a moment. “Since the intervention of Captain, things could be going better for all of us. His sudden appearance has made aide a rather large hindrance.”

TaruCarrendar: – Taru listened attentively to Toburt, as he began to explain, just how the orders to obey the Grand Eagle, in his service to relay the communication. Sora was well and truly out of the loop, having had nothing to do with the military in Nemaues, as he relegated himself to a life of solitude in the moutain region of Harsten’s labyrnthe. What his youngest Sister, Charlotte, and her supporters did, was none of his business. But listening to how Taru was dealing with the Visitors, he had a small reminder of how his mother once was. Watching the exchange between Taru and Toburt, he then looked back at the military personnel, who had gone off to deal with the wayward Captain Jones. The other jets in the meantime had landed, and while the flight crews were walking back to their barracks, they too were watching the diminutive white haired woman, speak to the mountainous Astartes.

Nodding at the right intervals, as Toburt explained, their duties were to fortify and maintain a security presence in the north, she seemed to be pleased with what they were offering. But word of Captain, had her adjust her stance.

“Yes, I understand the arrival of the Fa….the Captain, and his desire to see such evil things happen to the Scourge Eagles after my baby sister insisted and signed off on garnering support from, I can imagine there is a great deal of hostility between the Grand Eagle and …Captain.” -she gestured for the Astartes to walk with her towards the main Command centre, as though she wished to take them on a tour, or get them out of the cold.

“This….Captain. I understand he knew my mother. I fear I have not had the same courtesy, to meet him, however, I have heard a great deal. I wonder where he is now?” she mused, before glancing at Toburt quickly. “What would happen to Nixagris, if he…showed up here?” <3>

Drakon: “He is in orbit, to the best of our knowledge, were that any consolation.” Toburt said rather cautiously as the squad followed towards the centre, ducking to enter and taking up the space of two others. “The hostility is that he opened fire and made it clear he wished a fight, which he will get. We have no qualms until instructed otherwise and if Lord Drakon has any issues, then he has deemed it unworthy of mention.” Bulol had brought up the rear, a hand lowering to his hip, he adjusted a small blocky device on his belt in a very subtle fashion. The aura of Blankness would slowly reach out to those within a ten pace radius, adding a sense of revulsion or abhorrent fear to those nearest. It was at this point that those who were even slightly psychicly adept or tied to another plane would start to feel the horror of what was known as a Soul Warrior to the Scourge Eagles. “For the time being we are to simply secure and patrol this port until further orders arrive. His wishes are to maintan communication and from there, aide in the training of those who would fought back the rebel tides and take back their homelands from traitorous forces.”

TaruCarrendar:- Going into the command post, proved to be slightly difficult for the bulky armour wearing Marines, however they ducked down, to squeeze through the door. Sora had gone through first, and headed to one of the radar monitors, to see what was happening across the nation at this point in time. Taru, stuck close by the Astartes, and this would prove to be a grave error of judgement on her part. Toburt, was clear in his address, that Captain had been the one to fire first and though he was in orbt, he could well return very soon. Taru didn’t see Bulol reach for the block device on his belt and turn it on. What it would do, was release the Aura of Blackness, which slowly reached out to those in a ten pace radius, which Taru stood in. None of the others in the room, were bebilith or part, accept Sora, who was well out of the way.

At first there was a cold feeling that ran down her spine, and Taru’s heart started to beat rapidly, as she gasped for breath. Eyes closing, the demonic side of her being was being assaulted by this aura…while the human side, fought to calm her body. But then….the black, which in itself was a living organism within Taru since birth, started to move through her body,and seized to supress the demonic half, which was truly freaking out with fear, unimaginable. Taru was after all, an abomination, a ghost of planes who truly didn’t belong to either Lacardis or Nemaus. She simply existed. It was to ber her curse.

As the black dribbled down like blood from her nose, she licked it with her lip, the demon beneath her skin entwined and held captive by her black core.

A voice, dark and brooding came from her lips.

“So…even those who are against Chaos, attack those that fight against as well. In…Interesting.” <3>

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