Logan’s Sweet Ride – Death Club Role Play.

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Death Club Role Play Live

Parlour Dreams

Logan’s Sweet Ride

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was intrigued to hear about Logan’s misadventures though it was more what happened off his bike than on that made her quirk a brow. ~Shot?~ she thought to herself. She wondered who would be stupid enough to take a crack at him. As she considered this, he showed off the different scars, three of which were from bullets. Stray or intentionally, it was amazing that Logan was alive. Course, when he mentioned that he hadn’t fallen off his bike, but had his bike fall on him one night, that Dixie had to cover her mouth to suppress a laugh, since the way he told it, it sounded like the bike had a mind of its own. Logan laughed loudly with a shake to his head about that situation. And knowing how heavy those bikes were, it was sure to have woken him up. Logan pointed outside the window to where his bike was parked – a 2003 Anniversary Softail Harley Davidson. She was a beaut too, and well maintained. The gleaming chrome was a testimony to that. Dixie sat up a bit, and then heard Logan ask if she liked her bikes. Naturally, she nodded. “Dem owns a Ducati, buggered if I know the numbers and jazz, but it’s big enough for two people easy. I’m not allowed to touch it. It’s his…”baby” She accentuated this by bringing up her fingers to emphasize the word “baby” . Least she respected the man’s wishes about his bike. Tito was now underway with the shading, working on the plated helm that Ned wore. The needle gun hummed and buzzed, as he pressed down working in the colour, then lifted the needle out and wiping the ink in. He was making good time. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as she covered her mouth to hide a giggle, he knew what had happened was funny and he didn’t mind that others found it as funny as he did ‘Hell! If you can’t laugh about your past misfortune’s what can you laugh about?’ he thought to himself as he came back to reality. He smiled when Dixie said she liked bikes he arched a brow “Ducati? Bloody jap crotch rockets, I prefer me Harley’s over anything else” he chuckled slightly and slapped his knee at the thought of a man riding a Ducati, that wouldn’t sit well with anyone his the Nomad charters around the world. “He won’t let you touch his baby?” he arched a brow slightly “Well that’s just not on, I hear where he’s coming from when it’s to do with touro’s or random people touching it, but someone you know.” He shrugs “Guess some people are different” scratching his head slightly he was lost for a moment trying to remember if Dixie had mentioned Dem before “Who’s this dem bloke and where’s he at? “ he glanced back to her, whilst waiting for her to explain he arched a brow “Never taken the Ducati out?” his face brightened up slightly as it looked like he had an idea “ How about you go take er around the block for me?” he smirks as he jiggled the keys in front of her face “Go on love, Once you’ve had Harley you’ll want nothing else” he really loved his Harley’s a lot, suppose it came with the turf he was in. His back was feeling great, he loved the feel of the tattoo gun shredding into his back leaving a inky trail behind that eventually turned into an art form. “I honestly can’t wait to see this beast, I reckon you’d be almost ready to start shadin soon, yea mate?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – There seemed to be a clear divide over those that preferred Harley’s to the Japanese model tourers. It all comes down to taste and also the comfort in a ride. Harleys have a long standing reputation as far as bikes go, and Dixie had to admit, she always got a thrill when she heard one pull up at the lights beside her. Logan called Ducati “jap crotch rockets.” That was a term she had not heard before, probably because Dem would never call his own bike that. It was pretty much a blast at the manufacturing and what they are used primarily for. It was true, that Demetrios did not take well to having people touch his things, be it his bike or his club. Now came the time when Logan was curious about Demetrios. This was going to be where Dixie tensed a bit. Tito glanced up from his tattooing and shook his head, but Dixie was not about to withhold anything from her new Aussie friend. “Demetiros, or Dem as he is known, is my partner. He owns this Tattoo shop, as well as the garage outside.” She gestured to the back and then continued. “He also owned the night club The Death Club.” This was where things were about to get very dark and interesting. “A few months back, it was a regular Saturday night – I was working the bar, the place was packed. There was an altercation in the ladies room, and I happened to be there, since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyways, the club came under a rocket attack, presumably from a Russian gangster. Yuri, I think his name was. Eight people died in the initial attack, and our star dancer, Mia was kidnapped. Apparently the whole thing was planned. Dem and his best mate Alex were both struck by gun butts, and were beaten up while the the place was getting pretty much razzed.” Dixie paused, as this is where things get sketchy. “Dem and Alex…know some very dangerous people. Both were in the Greek military…and they took a crew…uhm..” She stopped at this point, as Tito continued to shade the helm. “They went to get revenge…and save Mia.” This would be a lot to swallow, but when she finished, she felt that she had a great load come off her. Tito spoke this time, to try and better the mood. “Shading…already on it, half way done. How about Dixie get you a drink, huh?” <3>

IceTe3a: He didn’t know what he just asked as he was about to find out their dark secrets, he listened to Dixie who started to explain herself ‘Demetiros, or Dem as he is known, is my partner. He owns this Tattoo shop, as well as the garage outside.’ Nodding as she told him about her partner, and how he owned the club and this tattooshop “Righto” he said as he continued to listen to her ‘A few months back, it was a regular Saturday night – I was working the bar, the place was packed. There was an altercation in the ladies room, and I happened to be there, since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyways, the club came under a rocket attack, presumably from a Russian gangster. Yuri, I think his name was. Eight people died in the initial attack, and our star dancer, Mia was kidnapped. Apparently the whole thing was planned. Dem and his best mate Alex were both struck by gun butts, and were beaten up during the the place was pretty much razzed’ a single brow arched up as high as it could go just what has this little sheela gotten herself into exactly? And her man sounds like he was a bit shady himself not wanting to comment on anything until he had heard everything, he kept his opinion quiet for now ‘Dem and Alex…know some very dangerous people. Both were in the Greek military…and they took a crew…uhm.. They went to get revenge…and save Mia’ shaking his head slightly his lips part “Strewth love, you’re in some deep shit for someone like yourself. This dem and his friend’s sounds to me they’re playing wannabe gangster really.” He rubbed his chin as he continued on with his opinion “And he just up and left you, for revenge and to get this young lass back? No protection, no nothing?” he shook his head once more as if he was disappointed in this man “ Russian’s huh, I’ve had my fair share dealings with them, Jap’s, Americans. It comes with being a nomad. We’re international, we have charters all across the globe, even one here” he scratched his head “ Somewhere around here anyway” he had to laugh at that last part “ But, I don’t think that’s the life for you doll, trust me I’m a bikie” he gave her a cheeky wink before pulling out a scrunched up paper and a pen writing down his personal mobile number he holds it in front of her “Anything happens doll, call me” he said with a firm look on his face.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie got up as Logan was asking if she was left behind. Truth was, she was. He had left without saying goodbye, taking the bike out and then heading off to gather together his men, for the tour to Russia. She had the odd message on email, but that was it. “No, no protection. And yes he just up and left.” Dixie headed down to get Logan a drink as Tito was really going great guns with the shading. “The Dixie…she uh very sad a long time. I watch her…come home from art college…night after night, sometimes in the rain on the bus. No gooda. I say…work here, it safe…and you no getta wet.” It was pretty clear that Tito was keeping an eye on Dixie, but there was only so much he could do. “Dixie, only getta happy now. He gone a long time. We don’t know a thing. He could be dead.” Dixie came back up with a tallie of a VB and set it down for Logan, trying to regain her composure and show a smile. The whole world of gangsters, and the Russians…everything was totally out of her league. She was just a scrap of a kid from St Kilda living in Prague of all places, and trying to keep her head above water. She took the paper with the phone number on it and smiled. “You’re alright, you know that Logan.” <3.

IceTe3a: -He was surprised when Tito started talking to him about Dixie, but he listened anyway, ‘No, no protection. And yes he just up and left, The Dixie…she uh very sad a long time. I watch her…come home from art college…night after night, sometimes in the rain on the bus. No gooda. I say…work here, it safe…and you no getta wet.” He shook his head, so that prick up and left her without any protection? Any true man that was born into this lifestyle knows they will come after their loved one’s so always make sure they are protected “What a bastard” as he glanced over his hues followed Dixie as she started to walk back towards them ‘Probs won’t be coming back anyway.. Poor thing’ he thought to himself as he smiled when she came with a beer watching her place it in front of him he chuckled slightly. He watched as she took the number stating that he was ‘alright’ giving her a wink he smirked “You’re all ace’s love” as he reached around and tapped Tito’s knee “You to mate, ever need any help, Feel free to give me a yell” he smiled as he had now made some new friends, But what would Dixie think of him if she ever knew what he had done in his past as a bikie, or what he will do in the future? That question sat and ate away at the back of his mind, shaking it off his body was starting to feel the tattooing now, after a big session they’d almost be finished or at least he thought they’d almost be finished, as he took the VB bottle to his lips taking a generous sip out of it he gave a sigh of relief “Ahh cheers hun”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito had changed dye vials again switching the colours for the shading. It was now almost finished, and any true tattoo lover would be astonished with how well it was looking. You would swear it was almost life like. Seeing Dixie come back with a drink for Logan, Tito refrained from saying anything more about Demetrios and Dixie. He simply didn’t want her to know just how worried he had been. Logan was being the perfect customer, sitting so still as the tattoo was being finished off on his back. It was probably Tito’s best work, and no doubt Dixie would be taking a few shots for the Tattoo parlour walls. Dixie blushed at being told she was all aces. That was a hell of a compliment to the young Aussie. Tito felt the pat on the knee, and said he was alright, and welcome to sing out if he needed help at all. Tito pulled back the needle after finishing the last of the shading, and set it on the rack, as he cleaned up Logan’s back. “Mister Logan…she’s a finished.” Dixie actually got up to take a peek, and you could hear the high pitch squeal as she saw it complete. “Tito…you clever bastard.” She chortled, giving him a light hug for doing such a great job. Dixie asked Logan to stand so he could check the tattoo in the mirrors to the back of the studio, so he could see it for himself. It was pretty bloody good. <3>

IceTea: He could feel Tito finishing up the shading of the tattoo, going from one spot to another as he grinded the needle in then dabbing some ink on it, then grinding it into the same place this allowed the ink to spread through the grazed skin giving a shading look to it. Almost done, he could barely contain himself as he glanced over at Dixie who started blushing from his complement, he smiled lightly as he watched her, suddenly Tito announced the tattoo was finished followed by a high pitched squeal and a ‘ You cleaver bastard’. Dixie invited him to stand up and come see the tattoo for himself, as he took a stand his muscles were used to sitting. He had to stretch it out as he gave a big “Awhhhh, That’s better” you could hear the muscles relaxing as his bones clicked every so often. “Right then let’s see this” as he casually walked down to the mirror he turned so his back was facing it, taking a good long look at it, he turned his head with a big smile “You bloody ripper!!! You’re a champion mate!” he was extremely pleased with how the tattoo looked as he grabbed Tito’s right hand with his own shaking it firmly, giving him a slap on the back. Turning to face Dixie “And you!” he picked her up from the waist and bumped her forehead with his lightly before placing her back down on her feet, “You two are all aces in my books” he smirked as he stretched some more, going back to check out the tattoo again “The boys will love this one!!”

CharlotteCarrendar: – To have such a satisfied customer, especially Logan was all worth it for Dixie and Tito. Smiling broadly as she watched Logan see the art work for the first time, Dixie almost wanted to do a dance. Tito pulled off his latex gloves and sat back down on his swivel chair, starting to clean up his work station, plus he had to clean the needle gun as well. Tito smiled and shook hands with the ecstatic Aussie biker, continent to know how happy Logan was. “It a looka good on you.” Was all Tito could think to say. Dixie on the other hand, whooped as she was picked up and had her forehead bumped as part of way of thanks. She squealed as she placed back down, smacking Tito’s arm. “Told ya you were a Master of the art, Tito.” Tito waved his hand, getting all shy as he continued to clean up his things. Dixie then asked Logan. “I can go get your shirt and ….gun now, if you like.” Figuring he would be wanting to head off soon. Being stuck on that chair for hours must have really stiffened his muscles. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles slightly as he watched the commotion in the tattoo shop, hearing Tito saying it looked good on him he smiled “I love it mate, defiantly the favourite tattoo I have.” He nodded in confirmation as he smirked. Glancing over to Dixie who seemed more excited than he was, he watched her slap Tito’s arm and comment on how good Tito was as a tattooist. “She’s right mate, your top gun” he gave Tito the thumbs up just as Dixie asked if he wanted his gear back yet, he raised a brow slightly “Trying to get rid of me that easily huh” he chuckled as he nodded in the direction of the back storage area “ Go on then get me my gear, How’s about I shout you a drink, least I can do” he smiled as he glanced over to Tito “Aye Tito, your mother alright? She’s been pretty quite mate” he chuckled as he had just remembered that Tito’s mother was in the back room somewhere doing god knows what. “So what you say love, let’s go get a drink. I’ll take you on my bike” he smirked

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie had actually forgotten about Tito’s Mamma, who was oddly quiet out the back. Deciding to go and check, she excused herself and took off down the two stairs and ran across the checkered tiled floor to the back room. Coming through the door way, there was Mamma, fast asleep with her mouth wide open catching flies. The movie had long since finished, and Dixie carefully placed a small blanket over Mamma, trying very hard not to wake the old lady. That was the last thing that Dixie or Tito needed at the moment. The young Australian crept out of the back room and pointed to it so Tito could see. “She’s sleeping.” Dixie mouthed silently. From there, Dixie went to get Logan’s belongings, which were safely stored in the back store room. Coming back out, and in a good enough distance from the back room, Dixie said. “Nah, mate, not trying to get rid of you, just making sure you don’t leave these behind.” Handing them over, she was surprised when he offered to take her for a drink on his bike. “Really?” Dixie asked. She ran a hand through her hair, wondering if she looked okay. “Uhm, sure…let me go fix myself up and…we can go. That alright with you, Tito?” Dixie motioned her head towards Tito who was now comfortable about Dixie being around Logan. “You don’ta stay outta too late.” He wiggled a finger at her as if he was a parent, and Dixie poked out her tongue, before dashing to the garage, and getting ready. A few minutes later she was back, and wearing a biker jacket. “Ready!” She said with a bright smile. <3>

IceTe3a: – He watched as Dixie snuck in for a moment, leaning to the side to try to glance in seeing if the old bat had kicked the can he watched as Dixie came out and mouthed to Tito that she was asleep, he chuckled slightly as he watched her disappear again ‘Strewth she can move” he said, as she came out with his gear. Taking it in hand he placed the vest on, leaving his bare chest and arms exposed, placing the pistol back in it’s usual spot he arched a brow as Dixie started to rub her hair, asking Tito if it was ok. Tito came across like a parent as he told her to be careful, he chuckled slightly as she ran off “Don’t worry mate, I won’t let anything happen to her On my life” he said with a firm look across his face acouple minutes passed as Dixie appeared in her biker jacket, giving her a once over again, he winks once more “Love the leather doll. Should we get you patched in?” he said the last part as a jest, as he waved to Tito “Make once again Solid job on the tattoo. I’ll be recommending you to all the boys for when they come over here” he nodded as he walked upto Dixie placing his arm around her shoulder “Right love, you’re wearing the helmet” he said as he walked out shoving her out of the door gently in a kind of gentleman and aussie mixed way. Walking over to his bike he took his helmet and passed it to Dixie, as he sat down on the bike. Leaning against the handlebars he smirked “Come on love, ready for the ride of your life?” he smirked as he waited for her to jump on, Kicking the bike over he started the engine as he purposely revved the engine a lot louder than usual, the sound blasted straight out of the muffler and made a nearby car alarm go off as it echo’d down the street.

CharlotteCarrendar: – This was probably the first time that Dixie had been out on her own without her old Death Club bartender friends, or her friend Mary, who was busy working on a new design collection. Giving Tito a wave, she was almost pushed out the door by Logan, who was pretty keen to go after saying a last word to Tito about how the job he had done on the tattoo was bonza. Coming out to the pavement, Dixie was fixing her hair in a ponytail, as Logan handed her a helmet. “So much for my hair.” She joked, putting on the helmet and tying up the straps securing it in place. With her jacket zipped up and looking a million bucks, she jumped on the back of the bike, and put her arms around Logan’s waist. The roar of the Harley as it started up beneath her, certainly gave her a thrill, and she now understood what all the fuss was about. “All that power between my legs.” She thought to herself. Her visor down, she tapped her helmet to his to let him know she was ready, and then hung on for dear life. <3>

IceTe3a: -He glanced back with a smirk as she sat down on the bike, He gave her two good revs as he saw Dixie tapping her helmet signalling she’s ready. He shook his head chuckling as he pulled her arms to wrap around his waist “Don’t be shy love, besides she’s got quite a kick” he said as he leaned the bike up straight, kicking the stand back in its place he was now holding them and the bike up with one leg, as his left foot sat under the gear tab, holding the clutch he kicked it down from neutral to first gear, dropping the clutch fast as he hit the revs faster the back wheel started to spin, the friction of the wheel spinning against the road created a smokey cloud behind them in short he was doing a burn out as the bike finally gripped the road, speeding forward he kept up with the Rev meter as he kicked it into second. Finally on his bike again he could feel the wind in his hair as he took in a deep breath “Where’s a good pub love” he said as he leaned back so she could hear him over the roar of the engine. Coming to a red light he pulled up to the line near some cars, as he glanced over towards the drivers who were trying to get a sneaky look at him before glancing away once they noticed he was staring at them. He chuckled and revved his bike “Always happens, I like to think they’re bike enthusiasts but I know better”.’

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie wasn’t shy, but this was her first time on a Harley. She was just excited, and the noise of the machine added to it. Hanging on tight, the bike took off at speed, and Dixie made a bit of a whooping sound in her helmet as the bike over took cars, and was speeding through the traffic. “Where’s a good pub love” Logan asked, as the biker leaned back so she could hear him over the engine. “Third right just down this street. A place called Molly’s.” Dixie sung out, trying to be heard. Molly’s was a small cafe and licensed bar that happened to be run by the oddest couple. Frank “Molly” Jenkins and his Czech born wife Helga. Together they ran a joint that had both Aussie flavour as well as Czech favourites. Dixie had been there a few times before, but knew this would be right up Logan’s alley. He loved Four’n’twenty and VB, he was going to love Molly’s. When they came to a red light, Logan pulled up the bike and she too noticed the other drivers who were giving them sideways glances. Dixie kindly flipped them the bird as the light went green. “Watch who you’re pervin’ at ya Gallahs!” <3>

IceTe3a: He nodded as she gave him the directions to the pub, noting it was the third right, arching a brow when Dixie flipped off the onlookers he shook his head and started laughing “Truly a sheela, doll” he said as the light went green he revved the bike kicking it back into first they flew off in front of the cars, as he kicked it into second and then third, passing cars as they weaved through them. The engine of the bike was that powerful it made the chassy vibrate, a well known fact about all Harleys. Coming to a stop at the next set of red lights they were close to the turn off as he clicked the stand on, he stood off the bike in the middle of the road “Don’t mind me love” he said as he placed his hand on her bottom waist of her back and slid her forward into the driver’s seat, kneeling down he placed her right foot on the rear brake’s “right foot, rear brakes; Light touch they are sensitive” he smirked as he walked around her grabbing her left foot he placed it on the foot rest and slid her toes under the gear tab “She’s in neutral now, so first is a click down, neutrals half a click up and u skip neutral from first by clicking all the way up that’ll put you in second, so click up for gears, click down for lower gears, switch her at around 6,000 revs” he smirked as he came up to sit behind her placing her right hand on the handlebar “ Don’t bother using the front break’s we’d just go flying off” as he placed her left hand on the clutch and handlebar “That’s your clutch, Don’t need to tell you how to use that I hope” he said as he took the weight of the bike off the stand, clicking it back into its place he sat there keeping her stead. “Don’t be nervous just think natural, I’ll grab her if she misbehaves” he chuckles as he waits for the light to go green.

CharlotteCarrendar: – When they came to the next set of traffic lights, Dixie got something of a shock when Logan actually got off the bike. What was more alarming was that he pushed her further into the driver’s seat. “Wait…what?” She spluttered beneath her helmet. She watched as he knelt down and then took her right foot, placing it on the rear brake. He wanted her to ride HIS HARLEY in the traffic. At first a wave of panic hit her. What if it toppled over, what if she stalled it? So many thoughts raged through her mind, until she found herself nodding like…a noddy as he relayed the instructions of how the bike worked. “Right foot brake…got it.” He then grabbed her left foot, and placed it on the foot rest. The gear tab was just above her toes. She’s in neutral now, so first is a click down, neutrals half a click up and u skip neutral from first by clicking all the way up that’ll put you in second, so click up for gears, click down for lower gears, switch her at around 6,000 revs” Dixie’s mind was racing. “Click up for higher, click down for lower, switch her around 6,000 revs…” this was all going through her head and she gripped the handle bars, while getting herself comfortable in the seat. Feeling Logan get on the back, and saddle up behind her, she took in a deep breath. “Don’t break it…don’t break it.” She kept saying to herself in her mind. The light went green, and with the kick stand up thanks to Logan, Dixie skipped the gears up to second, as she eased the clutch, and then accelerated as the bike took off with a find trail of smoke behind it. She was keeping it pretty steady and chewed her lip as she tried desperately to ride casually, if there was such a thing. She changed the gears up as the revs speed up. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles as he knew she’d be nervous on the bike but she didn’t need to be, he just wanted her to have fun “Heh, Don’t worry if you wreck it, She’s only a bike. Let’s have some fun, you’ll do fine” he said just as she was getting used to the position of everything. He didn’t bother watching her as he blindly trusted her just as any Aussie would, the lights went green she clicked it into gear leaving the cars behind them in a trail of burning wheel smoke. “You’re a natural love, Now don’t think about it too much just open her up and enjoy the moment” talking about letting Dixie speed the bike up as fast as she wanted he smiled as he placed his hands on either side of her hips gently, as they cruised around. She was in complete control of the bike now; he had nothing to do with it, as he hoped she would enjoy the experience of riding a Harley. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” he jested playfully as he continued to look around at the things passing by, it wasn’t very often he was able to look around whilst the bike was moving as he had to keep his eyes on the road, but this was defiantly a interesting experience to be had. With his new tattoo on his back, two new friends in his life, He was going to the pub with Dixie the smoking rebel chick for a few drinks this day was looking to be a good one.

CharlotteCarrendar: – There is something about experiencing riding a Harley that was hard to compare to any other machine. It was not just the noise, or the power – but the way it cruised along. Dixie went through the next two green lights, and was relaxing as she changed the gears effortlessly, the engine almost growling and snorting beneath her. Dixie was feeling a freedom that she had never before known. It was addictive and gave the young Aussie a sense of euphoria. The pub could bloody wait, as she rode through the beautiful Prague streets. Passersby were waving as she turned the corners like a champ, the roar of the machine as she picked up the gears invigorating her senses. If she could rip off her helmet and let her hair free she would have. When Dixie pulled up at the lights…there were looks, for sure. Dixie didn’t give the gawkers a second thought, only pulling away at speed and leaving the cars behind in her wake. Soon she had come back around after doing a few blocks and pulled up right outside Molly’s, where a rotund looking fellow was sitting on a cafe chair outside his cafe, smoking a cigar. “MOLLY!” Dixie sung out as she turned off the bike, and took off her helmet. Molly looked up from his paper, and then saw his favourite little Aussie girl. “Dixie Chix, what’s this? You got a bike? Suits you.” He said, then seeing who was on the back. “G’day Mate…come to try some of my home grown Aussie flavour?” The owner stood up and scratched his crotch. He wasn’t shy around people that was for sure. “Just be sure to wash your hands before serving us, Molly. Oh, and this is Logan…from ‘Stralia.” She said proudly. <3>

IceTe3a: He knew they had missed the turn off for the pub but he didn’t care, Dixie was enjoying the ride and he was not one to deny her the pleasure of this experience so he let her drive around Prague’s streets as people looked at them. Something she’d have to get used to, no matter who it was but when they heard the roar of a Harley they had to have a look at it. He had never seen a person say one bad thing about a Harley, as smiling he knew she was defiantly enjoying herself, she turned the corners without issue and he sat there as if he was being driven by a lifelong experienced bikie. Finally pulling up to the pub she was talking about she parked the bike like a champion, as he took the weight of it on his leg and kicked the stand down allowing it to rest on there. “Bloody hell love you’re a natural for sure.” He complemented her driving skills for a first timer as she introduced him to molly, who greeted him in kind. “G’day mate, I sure am from down under, came to get a few VB’s and some tucker. Ow’s it hanging?” he said. Taking a quick glance in the pub he could see it clearly as he grabbed the helmet off Dixie and placed it on the handlebar of the bike “Shall we love?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie’s face was a little flushed, but that was from the excitement and adrenalin of riding the bike. The young Aussie gave up her helmet to Logan, and started to unzip her jacket, as Logan made introductions with Molly, who was already heading inside to get the couple a table ready. “You betchya.” Dixie answered to Logan, as she led him inside the quaint cafe. Sure enough there was a wide screen TV that was playing a rugby league match from back home. Canberra versus the Rabbitohs. The people that frequented the cafe, many were from Australia, some from New Zealand, and a few odd token Americans. Molly had found the pair a table, and got out the menus. The rustic charm of the establishment, along with a lot of pictures and posters from home, was enough to cure the homesickness of many an Australian. He had team picks of his favourite football team, and then there was the Cricket players too. Jerseys in glass cases, and all manner of Aussie flags and bric a bac, that would bring a tear to an Australian’s eye. “Special today is the Reef and beef. Plus I do a bloody good meat pie if ya fancy. Beer wedge chips, and the usual salads. Wife insists I don’t serve enough. Ha!” His laughter rolled out and he was certainly enjoying seeing Dixie and her companion. “VB’s…you got it, Sport.” Molly said, heading off to get a couple as his wife berates him in Czech. Thankfully, it was just water off a duck’s back to Molly. “Couplea days..Beautiful!” He sang out, to which she threw her hands up and went into the kitchen again. <3>

When it rains – The Dixie Diaries – Death Club.

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Re: The simple pleasures in life; Dix’s and Demetrios’ daily stories.

November 29, 2013 04:37AM

Role play Group : The Death Club

The Dixie Diaries

When it rains

The number 33 bus pulled up just up the road from the tattoo shop, where Tito was leaning against the door frame, enjoying a cigarette as the night’s trade drew to a close. He had been run off his feet all day, and now he was able to enjoy this simple moment, as he stared out at the rain as it fell heavily onto the street. The bus’s brakes whined and whistled, before the doors opened to reveal the passengers to get off, one of which was a very bedraggled and heavily pregnant Dixie. She was carrying a right load; her art school bag, plus groceries and her hand bag. All looked to be weighing her down. Her black locks were plastered to her head, for she obviously got caught up in the downpour before making it onto the bus. Tito looked totally surprised to see her like this. He was about to call out, but the bus engine roared as it pulled out from the curb, and Dixie vanished down the alley beside the shop, to head to where she did at the garage at the back.

“Hey Dixie…Hey.” Tito sung out, but she mustn’t have been able to hear him, due to the heavy sound the rain made as it continued to pour. Flicking his cigarette out the doorway, he fumbled to get his keys out his pocket and quickly locked the front door to the tattoo shop and then ran around the corner, to see where Dixie ended up. She at this point was struggling with her bags, and trying to unlock the garage door. Splashing through the puddles, that now lined the driveway, Tito finally caught her up, only to give her a fright when he placed his hand on her wet shoulder.

~Gasp~ “Tito…you scared me.”

“Dixie…whatta you doin’ out in this rain? Come let me help you.” Tito took the keys from her hand and then unlocked the garage door, before reaching for some of her grocery bags and helping her inside. The garage really hadn’t changed much in the past few weeks. Still a real guy’s place, the only thing noticeable was the art work that lined the walls near the bed. They were pictures of Dem. Taken from her memories and then drawn from the heart. It was probably the only thing that kept her sane.

Tito took the wet groceries bags to the bench in the small kitchenette, but kept looking back at Dixie, who had set down her art bags and looked forlorn that they had gotten so drenched.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken so long in town….now everything is wet.” Dixie said with a sad tone to her voice. Peeling back the leather satchel, sure enough her art books were damaged. She pulled them out one by one, and you could hear the audible sigh as she slapped them onto the small table. Dixie even held up the now empty bag, and you could see the small trickle of water that was coming from it.

In the small kitchenette, Tito was going through Dixie’s wet ingredients, seeing what was salvageable and most of it was, though she had bought some strange things, like pickles and ice cream. Must be that pregnancy kick where women like to eat certain foods. By looking at what she had already in the small pantry and the latest ingredients, Tito couldn’t see how she was going to get a decent feed from it. This started to concern him, as he glanced over and saw her slender frame, with the baby bulge that stuck out predominantly. Was she even taking care of herself? There was no one there to do it for her, and this had Tito worried. Pursing his lips as he put away the wet shopping bags, he said.

“Dixie…go have a shower, huh? I look after dinner. You …need to eat proper food, like my Mumma makes. Is good for you…good for baby. Go on…you dripping on the floor and catcha cold.” Tito actually sounded like a mother hen, or even a bit like his own mother. A frightening thought, but at least Dixie listened. She was starting to get a chill from being wet for so long.

“Tito…don’t you need to close the shop?”

“Eh…I lock the door, no one can get in. I can turn off da lights when I go home. But you…you need to shower and get warm.” He pointed at her bathroom, and had a stern look on his face, like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Dixie held both hands up in surrender, and padded towards the bathroom, picking up a towel on the rail near the door. Tito had something of a half smile of victory as she closed the door, and you could hear the tell tale signs that she had turned on the shower and was doing as she was told. Tito always had a soft spot for Dixie and truth be told, he watched her every night as she got off that bus from town, where she had her art classes and caught up with her friends from the Death Club.

Thinking on his feet, he pulled out his cellphone and rang the local Italian pizza pasta take out store, and put an order in to have delivered to the garage. Probably not the best food to be giving a pregnant girl, but he thought it was a lot better than pickles and ice cream. Looking over at the table where her wet drawing books were, and her bag, Tito went over and attempted to clean it up. One was hanging up her bag on a wire that was used sometimes for clothes inside, and then the books, well, they were beyond saving. Tito knew she would have to get new ones, which was a shame for all the drawings that were ruined.

Shower

Dixie simply leaned against the tiled wall, letting the hot spray hit her and roll down her body in a torrent. Her belly was swollen with the tiny baby within kicking up a fuss, like it usually did this time of night. Dixie was still incredibly active, or tried to be, to keep herself from worrying about Dem, but she simply couldn’t help it. Her friends kept reassuring her that he would be fine, and come back safe and sound to her. Dixie also knew about these people that had taken Mia, and that they would not give her back without a fight. As much as she wanted her best friend back, the cost of this rescue was putting many people’s lives in danger. To Dixie, it just wasn’t fair.

Night after night she came home to an empty garage, and an empty bed. The only thing she had was Dem’s pillow, that held his scent, and she cradled it every night to her. Closing her eyes and just inhaling the scent, imagining he was there laying beside her. Dixie often cried through the night or sat up and drew his picture as her way of dealing with the loneliness and separation from her soul mate.

Absently, Dixie washed herself and then her hair. Going through the motions, like she was almost a zombie. The only thing that jerked her back to reality was the baby kicking again. Clearly, the baby was hungry, and in fact so was she. Turning off the taps, she stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry, rubbing her hair with the towel, and then putting on one of Dem’s large shirts and her briefs. She was nice and clean, warm and dry.

Opening the bathroom door, she could suddenly smell the wonderful aroma of pizza and pasta. There was salad and a garlic bread, as well as juice and a big bottle of water, all set up on the small dining table that Dem and Dixie use. Tito was already seated and tucking a napkin into his collar.

“Tito…what is all this?”

“This….is real good and healthy food. Now come sit and enjoy!” Tito said, waving his hand across the fare and laughing. Maybe it was cause Dixie’s eyes were about to fall out of her head. “I haven’t seen a spread this good of italian food since I was in St Kilda.” You could hear the change in Dixie’s voice as she waddled over and pulled out a chair, holding her pregnant belly. Tito smirked and then pointed a fork towards her belly. “Let me guessa….baby been a kicking and is a hungry?’Dixie was shocked since, he was right. “How did you know that?” This only brought more laughter from Tito. “My Mumma…she tella me I do that to her, and that she thought I would be a great football a player. I was very good kicker in her ribs!”

Tito poured Dixie a glass of water and then held up his glass to hers.

“To the beautiful Dixie and her bambino. May they be a happy and a healthy.”

Dixie took up her glass of water and tapped it to his, as the sweet red candle on the table shone its light on both of them. This was probably the best meal Dixie had had in forever, and something she sorely needed. It was just nice to be taken care again. This was something Dem would have done had he been there.

The very first bite from her Fettuccine Mona Lisa, which was sun dried tomatoes, bacon, pine nuts and spinach all tossed in a tomato sauce, had her practically have a mouth orgasm. She closed her eyes, and you could see the pleasure written all over her face. To see Dixie happy again, only warmed Tito’s heart and he then decided to mention that they had gelato ice cream for afterwards.

“You shouldn’t have.” Dixie said, starting to get emotional at all of this. The food and the company. Maybe her hormones were out of whack, but she had to take her napkin to dab her eyes. Tito got up from his chair, and then pulled her to standing, enveloping the young Aussie in a hug, as she couldn’t help but cry happy tears.

But it was as he held her, he kissed the top of her head, and you could see a look on his face….one that she couldn’t see. He wasn’t just doing this because he was her friend. He was doing this…because as he watched her, day after day…he found himself becoming more and more entranced by her. Now here he was holding her in his arms. And he had made her smile and cry.

Tito wanted to do so much more…..

“It be..okay my Dixie….I have you safe now.” He whispered softly.

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Love blossoms the second time around. Part 1 (Death Club Role Play.)

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CharlotteCarrendar, elderly, Humor, Japanese, love, Love blossoms the second time around. Part 1, love story, music, Nanna Noonie, Peter Cetera, retired, reuniting, The Death Club, The Glory of love, writing

Role play : Group : The Death Club

Love blossoms the second time around. Part 1

Location : Isshiki Beach, Tokyo, Japan.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

Taken from “We’ll meet again.”

The man in the black limousine, finally opened the door, and got out slowly. He adjusted his jacket and then with a nod to his driver, and the help of his cane, he started to make his way down to the set where the D*Date boys were wrapping up their photo session. Nooni clapped as they all started to pack up, and then she felt a hand upon her shoulder.

“我々は、再び私の白い鳩を満たしています。”

(translation: “We meet again, my White Dove.”)

And now….

For that moment, it wasn’t 2013 anymore. The second Nonni felt the press of the withered hand upon her shoulder, the sound of his voice; it was 1939 all over again. Nanna Nooni actually trembled, and adjusted herself, turning awkwardly to see a man she had loved so very long ago. Using an ornate and hand carved cane to help him stand independently, the elderly Japanese man smiled as he saw the recognition in her eyes.

“Kikuto?” Nanna Noonie whispered, almost breathlessly.

The young Japanese assistant sprang off the chair she was sitting on, next to Nooni, and bowed repeatedly toward Kikuto, offering her chair so that he may sit down next to Nooni. Kikuto took his hand off Nooni’s shoulder, and ambled around to take his seat, while the assistant was practically gobsmacked to see this reunion of a couple who had long since been apart. She understood when she said. “We meet again, my White Dove”, since it was just as Nanna Nooni had told her in the story of her life as a young exotic dancer. Course it was rude to overshadow the couple and she bowed once more and went to help with the photography crew who were about to get ready to pack up.

Kikuto sat his cane alongside his right leg, and then watched the D*Date band boys, doing the last of their beach games for the photo shoot, as Nooni stared at him in wonder. How many years had it been now? From the moment that she had been rescued aboard the fishing vessel that belonged to her father, till the day she arrived in Japan with her great granddaughter Inga, Nooni had wondered if Kikuto had survived the war, and if so; what had become of him.

Kikuto was dressed immaculately, in a fine black suit, polished shoes, and of course, the gold ring on his finger with the initial “N”. From appearances, life had been kind to him in his later years. Nooni had so many questions she wanted to ask, so many things she wanted to say. She found her voice, after swallowing hard, when he placed his hand over hers, but kept his gaze at the boy band before them.

“And we meet again…by the water. The very last place I saw you.” Nanna Nooni’s eyes were brimming with tears, as she had just recanted her tale of her escape from Singapore. “You saved my life, Kikuto.” With her chin trembling, as she placed her hand over his, and patted it, before squeezing tight as she dared. Almost like she feared if she let go, then this dream of a meeting would be just that. But he was very real. Taking his eyes from the boy band, and then turning his head, so he could gaze into her tear filled eyes, he uttered words, that would melt even the hardest of hearts.

“I could never let my White dove be caged….so…I set you free.”

It was the truth. In the mad dash by Noni to reach the boat, and leap off the wharf, he had her in his gun sights. He could have easily shot her in the back, and yet he just let his finger rest on the trigger and stopped firing. Of the twenty women, that had escaped the back of the truck, nineteen lay upon the wharf, till another truck came along, and a high ranking officer stepped out and saw the carnage. Kikuto explained, that the truck he was in had engine problems, and that on stopping, the women had made a break for freedom. The fishing boat had long since left the harbour, with Noni safely aboard. Other soldiers got out from the back of the second truck, and checked all the bodies of the dead women, before simply rolling them off the pier and into the sea. There would be no funerals, no family to pay respects. They were simply the causalities of a world at war.

But back to the present, and Kikuto chuckled softly, feeling the press of his dear Noni’s hand on his. He looked at the boy band and then her and asked.

“Aren’t they a bit young for you?”

Noni found herself laughing so much she started having a coughing fit. The diminutive Noni shook her head as she caught her breath, placing her hand upon her chest. The boys of D*Date saw that Noni now had company, and were shocked at just who was sitting beside her, but one of the country’s leading music moguls. The boys started to whisper to each other and giggle, while Noni fought to get out what she wanted to say in reply to his funny question.

“They all asked me out. I still have it you know, even without all the feathers…and..*she glanced down at what was left of her breasts, which were held up barely*….tits” Even at her ripe old age, Nanna had a way with putting things, as Sven and Inga well knew.

In Kikuto’s eyes, it was never the feathers, or the dancing that attracted him to Noni all those years before. He had genuinely fallen in love with her spirit, her zest for life, and wit, none of which had diminished over the many years apart. Kikuto brought up her hand to his lips, and pressed it to the back softly. They had so many lost years to make up for. Their lives from the moment they were parted on that pier that fateful night till now, was over half a life time. Filled with family, love, loss, death, marriage, children and grand children.

“The boys can wait. I wish to feel the beautiful feathers of my White dove once more.” Kikuto said, rising up from his chair, and taking his cane up, helping right himself, as he offered a hand to Noni. His chauffeur came over and took up Noni’s bags, as the boys in the band, and all the camera crew and assistants, cheered and waved, as the newly found couple, set off on a wondrous night in down town Tokyo.

Noni waved back at the sweet boys; her toy boys if you will. But she was ready to reminisce and enjoy the rest of her Japanese odyssey with the man she owed her life too.

Love was about to get a second chance.

❤

Tonight it’s very clear
‘Cause we’re both lying here
There’s so many things I wanna say
I will always love you
I would never leave you alone

Sometimes I just forget
Say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you crying
I don’t wanna lose you
I could never make it alone

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I’ll be the hero you’re dreaming of
We’ll live forever
Knowing together
That we did it all for the glory of love

You keep me standing tall
You help me through it all
I’m always strong when you’re beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

I am the man who will fight for your honor
I’ll be the hero
You’ve been dreaming of
We’ll live forever
Knowing together that we did it all
For the glory of love

It’s like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away

I am the man who will fight for your honor
I’ll be the hero that your dreaming of
We’re gonna live for ever
Knowing together
That we did it all for the glory of love

We’ll live forever
Knowing together
That we did it all for the glory of love
We did it all for love

 

A dangerous game.

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adventure, danger, Death Club, Elton John, fiction, Lotus, music, Nikita, Russian, spies, spy, The Death Club, Wolf, writing

Role play Group : The Death Club.

A New cold war.

A dangerous game.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar.

-Beneath the street light, just opposite the airport entrance, a black sedan is parked, and from within a man is keeping his binoculars trained on Wolf’s car, as it comes back out of the check point. The glow of his cigarette tip illuminates the face of the mystery man, as the binoculars follow the direction of the speeding Porsche. Slowly, the agent lowers his hands, and sets down the binoculars upon the leather upholstery, before taking out his cellphone and tapping in a few numbers.

“Питер … Волк покидает аэропорт. Он не попасть на борт самолета с Ури и Viper.”
(translation : “Peter…Wolf is leaving the airport. He did not get on board the plane with Uri and the Viper.” )

Seated in a plush restaurant, the Russian operative takes the call, while dining with gorgeous auburn headed hostess by the name of Nikita. He was just about to tuck into his steak dinner, when the cellphone rang, so this changed the mood at the table almost instantly. Peter rips out the napkin that he has tucked into his collar, and smacks his lips angrily, to hear this most disturbing report.

“Что вы имеете в виду, он не попасть на самолет? GAH! Ли он с ума? Есть ли у него Deathwish?”
(translation: What do you mean, he didn’t get on the plane? GAH! Is he mad? Does he have a deathwish? )

Taking down the details of the speeding Porsche, he starts to relay them to Peter, who shakes his head violently.

“Нет .. нет нет нет. У меня есть его номер. Я буду обращаться с этим!’
(translation: “No…no no no. I have his number. I shall handle this!”)

Peter presses the red button on his phone, while his date for the evening stares down at her dinner, realizing that its about to get cut short. But what Peter says next, chills her to the bone.

“That mad…Wolf. He was supposed to get Ayalah out of the compound, with Lotus and leave the country. End of mission….NOW, he is going back. Foolish young pup.”

Nikita reaches for her glass of wine and downs it in a trice, for she is well aware of the mission, and just where Ayalah had been kept. She sets down the glass with trembling fingers, almost knocking it over. Peter holds up a finger to silence her, if she is going to speak in public of what she knows. Scrunching up her napkin with her left hand, she leans forward and mouths;

“He is going back…to Yuri’s compound?”

Her green eyes were incredulous, having hoped this would be the last she would hear about that dreaded place. Peter stared at her for a moment, holding her gaze and with pursed lips he made an audible grunt, that enforced his will to have her stay quiet. Sliding his finger over his phone, he searched for Ira’s number, coming up trumps and pressed to connect the call, while other patrons had now shown an interest in the commotion they were causing. The phone rang three times, and then a miracle as Ira answered. You could hear the growl of the engine of the Porsche in the background, and the stereo on full bore, belting out some odd Russian rock anthem. Peter tried to keep his temper intact, but he could not help say what he did.

“Yes…Wolf, its me, Peter.. You think you could just waltz back into the country. You were meant to get on that plane. Now…tell me you are not going back to that fucking compound.”

Weaving through the motorway traffic, Wolf’s eyes were transfixed with the road ahead of him, his mind filled with that of Lotus, who had been left behind without regard by Ayalah, in the lair of a madman. Wolf could hear the angry and frustration in Peter’s voice, but Wolf was now determined. He should never have left her behind in the first place.

“There is more to this, Peter. More than you could possibly understand. I can’t leave her behind. Lotus should never been sent in the first place.”

“Is she worth sacrificing your life for….your career? Our government will deny everything. You know what Uri is capable of to those that disobey orders.”

“Fuck him!….Fuck him and his fucked up piece of trash daughter!”

This last sentence from Wolf had Peter looking confused. ~Daughter?~ Nikita could hear Wolf yelling from where she sat on the other side of the table, and made a face at the language. Also the fact he was speaking in English, had other patrons taking even more notice. Nikita quickly snatched up her purse, and then snapped her fingers for the bill, since Peter was now standing up and getting ready to march out of the restaurant.

“You are not doing this alone. I don’t know what is going on now, but you will meet with me and my assistant…tonight. I will give you the location, and you programme it into the GPS, and meet me there in one hour. ….I am getting too old for this, Wolf.”

The waiter brought over the bill folder, which Nikita opened and quickly signed off for, along with her credit card. Waiting by the table, putting on her coat, she listened to Peter give the rendezvous address, and heard him sign off, still growling about missing his dinner. The waiter brought back the receipt, and Nikita pocketed it, as the pair headed to the door together, both clearly in a hurry.

Peter huffed, placing on his hat before they exited the restaurant, casting Nikita a sideways glance.

“This was not the plan ever, my dear. I know this is the last place you would ever want to go. But that boy is going to need help, and intelligence from one that knows these scum.”

Swallowing hard, Nikita’s face said it all, like she had just had a knife plunged into her very heart.

“Very few make it out of there alive, Peter…..I should know.”

Silently, Peter nodded, and gestured for Nikita to get into their car, holding the door open for her. Once she was in and settled, he slammed it shut. This was now a dangerous game. No longer about government agents, but the rescue of one that was purposely left behind, in the clutches of a mad man. Was she even alive? Was she worth fighting for?

-to be continued-

 

Baby Love.

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Betty, character creation. baby, Dixie, fiction, Love is bigger than us, Maggie, music, Nikolas, pregnancy, story telling, The Death Club, ultra sound, writing

Roleplay Group : The Death Club

The Dixie Diaries.

Baby Love

Writer: CharlotteCarrendar

 

A grey sky, with its darkened clouds releasing a torrent of rain, was what met Dixie when she awoke the morning of her ultra sound. Demetrios had headed off to Russia, on his bid to save Mia from her captors, and whilst she wished she could have gone along with him and Alex, she knew that she would just get in the way. Dem would never consider allowing her to go, especially since she carried their child. A child; who was growing rapidly. Dixie was now twenty weeks pregnant and doing more than showing. A night on the couch came after she could not get comfortable in their bed. Waking with a yawn, she could hear the repeating ping of rain falling upon the roof of the garage. Yes, she was still living in the garage behind the tattoo shop. It was home after all. Their home. The alarm clock flashed it was after nine am, and groaning, Dixie had to push herself up, cushions falling on the floor. A light stretch then rub of her swollen stomach, she swung her legs over and sat up, and blinked a few times.

There was suddenly a mad banging on the garage door, followed by a whine. Then a dark chuckle, obviously male. More voices and then a chorus of “DIXIE…WAKE UP!” Dixie pushed herself up, and strode over, her night shirt, which was one of Alex’s black shirts, hanging down over her ass. She pressed the button to open up the roller door, only to see Betty, Nikolas and a very sophisticated Maggie, all waiting in the rain with their umbrellas up

“It’s fooking raining cats and dogs…open the fooking door, ya silly moppet!” Maggie was still the same Irish gal, no matter how dressed up she appeared. With her hair styled into a loose bun, with curls that fell about the curve of her face, she was the epitome of style, but shivering from the cold blast that the rain gave off. She trotted in, lowering her umbrella and shaking the water from it, eyeing Dixie’s bare legs. “Get some fooking pants on….and the kettle…No wait, I do that..you get dressed. NIKOLAS..get in, the gal ain’t dressed yet.” Stating the obvious, Nikolas wiggled his eyebrows, and sauntered in, wolf whistling at Dixie, who was gripping the edges of her oversized T shirt, trying to pull it down. “I slept in…okay? We got time.” Dixie muttered, scurrying off, while Betty practically skidded in on a wet patch caused by Maggie’s umbrella being closed. Betty, was dressed in bright red leather pants, and a bizarre oversized jumper made from wool, and various strips of leather, in a mad pattern. One of her creations, she was beaming, her hair in twin ponytails. Colourful, would be how best to describe the ensemble. “Crikey…the floor is like glass, almost went ass over tit! Tea for me, Mags. Two sugars. Not sweet enough…ha. Oh this is …nice.” Betty said with a quirky expression checking out the interior of the garage. The crazy Aussie tossed her bag on the couch, and flopped down, admiring Nikolas’s ass as he checked out Demetrios’s Ducati. “Okay…Dem has taste. Bitchin’ Check it out. Mag’s…buy me one of these babies.” Nikolas joked, tempted to straddle the bike and take it for a spin.

Dixie must have had a sixth sense, as she took a shower, and you could hear her sing out to Nikolas.

“Touch the bike…you die, Cheddar. That’s Dem’s other baby.”

Dixie turned off the shower taps, and she rummaged about, you could hear her muttering and trying to get dressed in the small bathroom. Not feeling comfortable about getting dressed in full sight of her friends. Dixie finally exited the bathroom, wearing black jeans and a skivvy, which pulled tight over her baby bulge. Brushing up her hair as she walked, she had her hair tie clenched in her teeth, and came to stop near the TV, setting down the brush, and tying her hair back neatly in a single ponytail. She wore only the lightest amount of makeup, already having a natural glow to her cheeks, after being in the hot shower. Her baby bump really was noticeable, especially with her light frame. Nikolas who had been touring the side of the garage that had Demetrios’s tools wandered back over, accepting a cup of coffee from Maggie, who was fussing about like a Mother Hen around Dixie.

“Coffee for me…”

Dixie sung out, fixing her hair and smoothing it back with both hands. Maggie instantly snapped her head around and waved a tea spoon.

“Tea…green tea. It’s good for the baby. I brought some.”

Dixie pulled one hell of a face. ~No coffee?~ Nikolas bit his lip and Betty suddenly noticed a crack in the ceiling.

“I never thought of you as living in a garage unless you married…a roadie or something Dix.”

Betty chimed, being handed a cup of tea from the dutiful Maggie. Nikolas watched on fascinated at the red haired Irish lass, fussing and trotting around the garage like she owned it.

“Being a PA suits you, hun. Just…you know you’re off the clock.”

Maggie had been putting in a lot of hours, working for the mysterious Midas; who was currently overseas, and she was having to do all her correspondence to him by phone and email. Nikolas wasn’t too sure if he liked the new Maggie, actually preferring her to be busking; doing what she loved. But with the Death Club closed, they did need the extra income, and this paid very well indeed. Maggie placed down a hot cup of green tea before Dixie on the coffee table, and then placed her hands on her hips.

“Someone has to take care of her…make sure she doesn’t go harming her body. Demetrios isn’t here, so…we step up and take care of her.”

This was delivered with a firm nod of the head, while Dixie stared down at the green tea. Truth was…she hated the stuff. Coffee was her morning fuel, and she was often a bear with a sore head without it. Betty chuckled and then brought her finger to her lips, out of view of the feisty Maggie, and withdrew a can of red bull from her large black leather handbag. She tipped the can back and forth and laughed silently, only to quickly shove it back in her bag, when Maggie turned around to Betty and Nikolas.

“Come on..get it in yas…we gotta catch the next taxi to the clinic. Her appointment is at ten am.”

“But…but…but..”

Dixie protested, but to no avail, Maggie had already started cleaning up the garage. Picking up scattered cushions that Dixie had used on the couch, and placing them back on the couple’s bed in the corner. Nikolas nudged Dixie playfully, in the midst of Maggie’s cleaning frenzy.

“Play along for now. I can get you a nice coffee after art class.” Nikolas whispered, as Dixie tipped the green tea into her one and only living pot plant, before handing Nikolas the empty cup. “Mmmm….had no idea it was so good.” She lied, going to get her bag, while Betty took the remaining cups to the kitchenette. By this point, Maggie had started picking up the wet towels in the bathroom and cleaning up. Nikolas was already getting the garage door, when he sung out to Maggie.

“We be leaving you behind, and you can spend the day here playing Demetrios’s Xbox, instead of seeing the baby.” Nikolas chortled, seeing a flustered looking Maggie emerge from the bathroom; clattering of heels on the concrete floor. “Wait for me, you ungrateful fooks!”

Arriving at the specialist clinic that Demetrios had arranged for prior to his trip to Russia, Dixie had a dreaded feeling, alighting from the taxi, and seeing the very place that had been a centre point to lives of the employees of the Death club. After the attacks and bombing, this is where they ended up. Could the clinic offer them a happier visit, seeing as this is where Dixie was going to be having the baby. Nikolas paid the taxi driver, while Betty slipped her arm around the nervous Dixie.

“Come on…it’s just a scan. You look like they are about to amputate your leg of something.” Betty playfully hugged her bestie, as Dixie showed a fake smile. Maggie was on her cell phone, fielding a call from Midas, her employer. “Yes…I made sure you had the Armani. Tickets are on the dresser. NO…the blue. You look good in the blue. NO, I am not going over to your apartment now. The grey is too subtle. Yes….I know but…Ugh..give me an hour.” Sliding her finger across the pad, she pocketed the cell phone, and hurried to catch up with the others, that were making their way into the receptionist desk. There were three nurses behind the station, one of which was Nurse Lola, who remembered Dixie right away. With her blue uniform hugging her form and accentuating her mountainous breasts, she leant forward and spoke into the mic.

“Doctor Walsh to scans. Paging Doctor Walsh.” The nurse flicked the switch and with her right hand gestured which way the group should go. “Down the hall, second room on the right. That is the waiting room for the Ultrasounds. Dixie, hope you had kept your fluids up. Just go down and the Doctor will be with your shortly.” Nurse Lola said with authority, before she advised the group. “Oh..and please make sure all your electronic equipment and cell phones are switched off when entering. Have a good day.”

“That means you, Mags.” Nikolas said, casting a look at her, knowing full well, it would be still turned on. Maggie shrugged and took the cell phone out of her pocket and made sure it was turned off. “There…see, I do listen.”

Nikolas slapped Maggie’s ass, and the four entered the waiting room; a sparsely decorated room, with eight chairs that went around the walls, and pictures of happy children and rainbows. There was a coffee table with magazines spread out, along with brochures for health insurance. The four had not even found a seat, when Doctor Walsh, a sombre looking chap in a white lab coat entered, holding Dixie’s file underneath his arm. Seeing that there was others present, he tipped his head forward slightly, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Are you all here to see the scan being done? The room is not very big.” Doctor Walsh said, as Betty smiled brightly. “YEP!..Wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’ve come all the way from Australia. I want front row. I’ll even squirt on the gel if it helps.” Nikolas let out a loud laugh at Betty’s enthusiasm, which got the Doctor’s attention. “You must be the father, nice to meet you.” The Doctor offered his hand to shake, and Nikolas looked confused by this. “Errr..no, I am a very close friend. Not THAT close, Maggie would kill me…come to think of it, so would Demetrios. I’m…..the support crew.” He beamed, as Maggie popped her head out from behind Nikolas. “Oi…I’m not waiting outside. I have been waiting to see the baby. “All three were so eager, and Dixie felt herself shrink down at all the attention. “I could wait outside.”- She offered, to which the three chorused. “No!”

The Doctor waved his hands for all to settle, and offered to walk Dixie into the ultrasounds room, to help her get ready on the observation table near the machines. The three amigos…as Dixie now thought of them, filed in and huddled together, so they could get a good view of the monitor. The Doctor drew back Dixie’s skivvy, and then squirted the clear gel upon her rounded abdomen.

“Oh look…she has an outie.” Betty teased, as Dixie closed her eyes and wondered how much longer this would take. Truth be told, she really wanted Demetrios to be there at her side, but unfortunately, he had committed himself to saving Mia. The lights turned off, and the glow of the monitor illuminated Dixie and the Doctor, as he placed the wand on her belly, and you could hear the woosh woosh of Dixie’s own heart, while the image on the monitor showed the insides of Dixie’s belly. As the Doctor started to move it around, pressing it in deeper, there was the faint sound of a second heart. And then…on the screen, you could see a leg…then another. Moving further, the body of the tiny baby came into view. The sound of the baby’s heart was beating fast, and Nikolas, Betty and Maggie were all in awe, of the new life that was being seen for the first time.

“Look…the baby is sucking its fist.”

Maggie was the first to notice, while Nikolas was trying to see if they could tell what sex the baby was.

“I think I see its willy.”

Nikolas cried out, pointing and Betty put her glasses on, trying to get a better look.

“That’s its foot…silly.” Betty replied, pushing her glasses up her nose.

The Doctor turned the monitor so that Dixie could see for herself. Dixie reached out with her right hand, and touched the screen, where the baby was moving around, coming in and out of focus, due to the pressing of the wand.

“So beautiful…” Dixie uttered, feeling the first tears roll down her cheeks.

“Very healthy too. Just the right length for a baby of twenty weeks, so whatever it is you are doing, keep doing it, Miss Chix. I have made a copy of this, so you can take it home for your partner. And I guess you want to know what sex the baby is?” The Doctor asked, as the other three got closer, hoping to hear the news too. Slowly, Dixie nodded, and the Doctor moved the wand as the baby turned away and then around, showing off the tell tale sign.

“Congratulations, Miss Chix. It’s a boy.”

Love is in the Air.

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Boobs Inga Boobs, cake, carpenters, Celebrities, Comedy, Darlene, Death Club, drama, entertainment, gay weddings, Helga, Humor, humour, Inga, Kraus, love, mental health, music, romance, Strictly ballroom, The Death Club, writing

Role play Live : Group : The Death Club

Save me from Sanity meets Boobs Inga Boobs!

Love is in the air.

Player:
CharlotteCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – The entire wedding party was now either disheveled  or covered in cake and debris. Lopsided hats on Queens, and Biker boys smeared in cake. Sven was cradling his beloved new hubby Dai, while Inga dropped the remaining bits of the broken vase on the ground. Darlene was barely standing, after tussling with the mighty Helga, but her resolve was as strong as ever. ’ I’m Lois lane right?.. Superman’s wife.. and you blonde tit.. you can’t take him away from me, okay?! ‘’ Inga narrowed her eyes and then her mouth opened and closed like a gold fish, before crying out. “Kraus…vhat is she talking about?” Kraus skidded over to Inga’s side, and then almost out of breathe; panted. “This is Darlene…from the mental hospital I ended up in before I came back to you. She is the patient who saved me.” Everyone in the room then all turned their attention on Darlene, after Kraus’s admission. Kraus patted Inga’s shoulder, then tried to step over the downed Helga, to come between Inga and Darlene. “Darlene…hunny, the woman you called a blonde tit…is my love. I know you think you are Lois….but you are Darlene. I’m not your Superman, I am just a man who loves his Kitty Girl, Inga.”- and at this moment, he gestured back at Inga, who smiled at him brightly. Kraus then resumed his gaze on Darlene and said. “Do you want me to take you back….to the Hospital, and talk to the administrator?” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – TLC would broadcast this wedding as number one craziest weddings. When things crash, they would crash well. A day like this would be remembered for years and shared from generation to generation. The history books wouldn’t forgot about this event and perhaps in the future it would even be considered as a myth. Maybe there was going to be a new superman comic book written about this wedding. Who knows? Darlene stood there pointing her finger at Inga. But Inga didn’t respond to her, no she aimed her crying self to Superman asking him for an explanation. “This is Darlene…from the mental hospital I ended up in before I came back to you. She is the patient who saved me.” — No no Superman.. don’t say that. Darlene could feel the crowd turning their heads and all looking at her.. there it was the same look on faces as she got from her disaster dinner party years back. Darlene could feel the shame in her stomach.. and it felt as if it was creeping up her throat and had numbed her legs. She had made so much effort the last few days to be a free person and escape that facility for Kraus.. For Superman.. Her love. She was Lois Lane. And he had confirmed it in the wedding speech. He had thrown this wedding for her to celebrate their love for each other. Wasn’t THAT what she deserved after going against every rule in the hospital to save him? Kraus then stepped over the steroid-milk-producing Helga who was still lying on the ground. . “Darlene…hunny, the woman you called a blonde tit…is my love. I know you think you are Lois….but you are Darlene. I’m not your Superman, I am just a man who loves his Kitty Girl, Inga.”- and at this moment, he gestured back at Inga, who smiled at him brightly. Kraus then resumed his gaze on Darlene and said. “Do you want me to take you back….to the Hospital, and talk to the administrator?” — Darlene stared at him with disbelief in her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly baring her white front teeth. She blinked a few times slowly and then moved her non injured hand in her hair in confusion while looking at Inga. (Darlene) ‘’ No .. you told me to escape, right? You told me to look for you! And I DID! .. AND NOW YOU PUT ME TO SHAME! RIGHT HERE! .. YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME YES?! … YOU TOLD ME SO! .. YOU PROMISED.. you promised. ‘’ The bubbles had reached her head pretty good, but receiving a complete different plot than she imagined all this time had made her sober in one hit. The blast to her head wasn’t present anymore. But tears were rolling down her face, as if it was the truth she had told Kraus, and Inga, and the crowd around them. (Darlene) ‘’ you want to lock me up?.. Like everyone did, yes? ‘’ Then the hand released her hair and sideways swung towards Superman’s cheek her palm. No nails were used.. just a simple smack to set ground to the pain and disappointment she felt.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The sound of the slap would resonate across the crowded room, which had all silenced in the wake of Darlene’s screams and protests. Kraus didn’t move, and his head simply followed the direction of the slap, her hand living a welt like imprint that shone upon his alabaster complexion. Maybe he deserved it, maybe he didn’t, but hells bells, did this bring out the tiger in Inga. She had literally been through the ringer of emotional upheaval, and dated some crazy ass German muscle bound hippo, done the porn movie from hell with Le Cock, who killed her dog. She had a wedding dress that she ordered from Japan and never worn, and she wanted so much for this to be a NORMAL day in their lives. Inga stomped over Helga and appeared beside Kraus’s side and with hands on hips, breasts jutted out proudly she said. “Does he really look like Superman to you? Take..a good…hard..look. His name..is KRAUS…K..R..A..U..S….KRAUS. Not Superman, Not Mr Stay puff. KRAUS. He never said he loved you. He never asked you to follow him. I AM HIS VOMAN…I am his Inga…and I don’t want to lock you up, especially since you took on Magilla Gorilla…but…can you at least stop ruining the boys wedding?”- Kraus appeared sheepish as he stood beside the two women, feeling like this was all his fault. Sven piped up behind them; “Why not let Darlene have the bridal waltz…least she can have that…and..will someone get that bloated German bimbo off the dance floor.” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – AND BEST SMACK GOES TOOOOO!!! … -Drums please- …. DARLENE! She could hear the crowd go wild, applauds.. roses were thrown at her on stage as she took the Oscar in her hand and blew kisses. In reality she was shocked that Kraus didn’t moved at all.. didn’t throw a punch back.. nothing. The reality was that it had hit her too. Especially when Inga came rushing towards both and directed a few strong words that would make Darlene realize what was going on. . “Does he really look like Superman to you? Take..a good…hard..look. His name..is KRAUS…K..R..A..U..S….KRAUS. Not Superman, Not Mr Staypuff. KRAUS. He never said he loved you. He never asked you to follow him. I AM HIS VOMAN…I am his Inga…and I don’t want to lock you up, especially since you took on Magilla Gorilla…but…can you at least stop ruining the boys wedding?” Sven piped up behind them; “Why not let Darlene have the bridal waltz…least she can have that…and..will someone get that bloated German bimbo off the dance floor.” Darlene looked around her to the crowd, to the state of the wedding.. Dai, The cake covered sven.. The wrestler Helga, the Swedish kitten Inga.. and then back at Kraus. She calmed down realizing what she had done and what Inga told her. The boys their wedding. She didn’t got her shot at love, but Sven and Dai had theirs, and she was selfish enough to even ruin that one. Darlene calmed her voice down. Her tone was softer and she even turned red from shame. Moving her jaw from left to right she quickly thought of something normal to say.. She then looked back at Inga. (Darlene) ‘’ .. im sorry right? .. You deserve an Oscar for those boobs.. ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar:- It was how Darlene spoke, in the midst of the disastrous wedding reception. That Inga should get an Oscar for her boobs. Dai got to his feet and was dazed but least he could see the humour of it all. “Inga got the porn equivalent…Twin dicks”- The crowd then burst out laughing, even Inga who nodded, cause she had. The bellboys dragged the limp body of Helga off the floor by her feet and the gay boys escorted Inga to the main table for a glass of bubbly, as the lights all cantered upon Kraus and Darlene. The band started to pick up the beat of the tune..”Love is in the air..” as the lead singer tapped his foot in time. Everyone else took their seats once more and then Kraus extended his hand to Darlene, to dance with her…the bridal waltz. This was probably one of the most touching moments of Darlene’s life; for once….everyone was cutting her a break. “Love is in the air…everywhere I look around…Love is in the air…Every sight and every sound. And I don’t know if I’m being foolish…don’t know if I’m being wise…but it’s something that I must believe in, and it’s there when I look in your eyes..” As the band picked up tempo, other couples came out on the floor, and Kraus started to swing Darlene around in time to the music. Inga was downing a glass of bubbly, content to watch her love dance with Darlene, knowing that he truly loved her. “Love is in the air, in the whisper of the trees…love is in the air, in the thunder of the seas. And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming..don’t know if I feel sane…but it’s something that I must believe in..and there when you call out my name..” the band was building up to the chorus, and the whole bridal party started to sing…” Love is in the air….do do do do do..Love is in the air..do do do do…oh oh..oh oh..oh oh….Love is in the air…..Love is in the air…Oh oh…oh oh…oh oh..” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene laughed at Dai’s remark.. not because she understood it, no because everyone around her was laughing. The atmosphere had changed.. it all changed in something so light and pleasant. There was a difference between having a psychotic break and thinking the love of your life announces his love too.. Or actually being loved in reality. The mix between the music that was being played, and the way Kraus pulled her in a dance, was nothing less than magical at that point. ;; Love is in the air.. Love is in the air.. oohoo. ;; And they danced. Darlene remembered the steps she had learned from ballroom classes. Shoulders down, head held high, chin in the air, Long neck. Even though her arm still hurt it anticipated in the dance. And slowly the crowd gathered around them.. each holding their partner in their arms.. moving over the dance floor in harmony with the song. Highlight of life.. She hoped this wouldn’t be the only high light.

CharlotteCarrendar:- For once, life seemed…well normal. Everyone in the wedding reception was now up on the dance floor. Helga was still unconscious on the floor, but Sven and Dai had taken to the dance floor and were dancing cheek to cheek, looking very much like the real married couple. One of Sven’s younger brothers offered his hand to Inga, and she set down her bubbly and glided out onto the floor, and she drew him into a tight dance hold, where he ceremoniously face planted into her enormous cleavage. ~mmphh..mmmph~ Darlene was laughing and dancing correctly, with her shoulders down and her head held high, much like those strictly ballroom dancers, and the Mental hospital duo, were able to dance the night away….at the wackiest wedding of the year. <3>

Get me to the church on time.

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Boobs Inga Boobs, carpenters, classic, Comedy, Dai, fiction, fight., gay, Helga, Humor, Inga, Kraus, love romance, music, rainbow, Sven, The Death Club, wedding

Role play Live : Group : The Death Club.

Boobs Inga….Boobs!

Get me to the church on time.

Players :
CharlotteCarrendar
MaylionCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: -It had been a few days, since Kraus had been reunited with his love, Inga. The nights of passion, and the breakfasts in bed. The…lunches in bed. Yes, it was a lot of food in bed. And who served it? Why, Sven and Dai of course. Once they had been allowed back into Inga’s spacious Hello Kitty apartment, they were on probation for bad behaviour and setting her up with Magilla Gorilla. The boys didn’t mind though. Hearing Inga’s laughter once more was music to their ears. Kraus, looked like he had been run over by a snow plough and then reversed on, but through it all, he could not help smiling, for he had the love of his life back in his arms once more. He would never be able to forget however, how the Greek boys put him in hospital, and then the Israelis trying to have him killed for what he knew of Ayalah. However, lessons learnt, he knew that he had a lot to make up for. Keeping Inga safe, was not so much the objective of his life, more so…being there for her, when he should have been all along. :: The morning of the wedding of Sven and Dai finally arrived, and much to their delight, Inga had granted them a reprieve from doing the chores, allowing them the chance to get ready for their big day. It was going to be held at the Town hall, where they would be officially registered as a same sex couple, which was as close to getting married as possible. The reception afterwards would be held at the Marriott Hotel in Prague, where the boys would be spending their first night as a wedded couple. The main room of Inga’s apartment was stacked high with gifts, from well wishers and family. The boys were in their matching tuxedos, and waiting for Inga to finally emerge from her bedroom. The cars were waiting outside, to take them to the hotel; it was just a matter of time. “Ingy…Kraus…? We are going to be late. Stop with the makeup sex already!” Sven cried. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: She had no idea where she was in Prague, but what did it matter? She was as free as a bird. Skipping, dancing, singing, she moved through the streets of Prague in the early morning. After day two of her freedom she had already forgotten about Kraus and seemed to be completely in hypnoses off the city and its citizens. Her body being off medication had gave her a few days of clarity.. but now she was in danger of slipping back into a psychoses. She had swapped her institute clothing for indie styled clothing. A good beige knitted sweater, a black bow in her ponytail, Light washed jeans and a pair of brown hike shoes. To make her unrecognizable on the street she had bought a pair of glasses. Darlene had no money, and it took a while for her to practice her thief skills. Once in a while the shoes became annoying to her and she regularly held them in her hands while enjoying the city of Prague. Within the waves of people she then walked.. Blending in, and at first sight she seemed normal for once. She copied and pasted the behaviour of citizens and after a few days nailed it being normal. She loved the daylight,.. at night however she changed.. Like Cat woman she’d held herself in the shadows.. scared of the people being awake and active, hopping from bar to bar. Oh yes she had visited a bar on her first night.. But the moment she had walked in and had to meet the wave of smoke and alcohol and sweat scents she nearly fainted and rushed back outside claiming in her head that all those people were even more idiotic than her for going to such a place. As she moved through the crowd she looked up to one outstanding building. The Marriot hotel.. a beautiful designed hotel that reached up high in the sky. The entrance of the hotel was decorated as if an special event was coming up. People were busy trying to arrange flowers, and another bunch of things.. Darlene had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk opposite of the Hotel looking and staring at it. She heard her stomach grumble a bit.. maybe they had free drinks and food?

CharlotteCarrendar:- Inga finally emerged from her bedroom, being swatted on the backside by a very dapper looking Kraus. Sure his face still marked the bruises and cuts from his ordeal, but he was impeccably dressed in a designer Armani suit, in a dark navy, with a sweet closed white rose in the button hole of his jacket. Inga was dressed in Dior, a stunning gold gown that flowed down to the floor, and she was putting in her diamond earrings as she skipped out the door. Grinning over her shoulder at the love sick looking Kraus, she made a pawing action with her well manicured hand. “Rawr!” Kraus wiggled his eyebrows, and was set to take her back into the bedroom for round # 78362 (lol) but Sven clapped his hands. “Hello…this is our day, so if you don’t mind. Chop Chop.” The happy couple smirked and giggled like they were back in high school, as Dai opened the front door to let them out. Dai looked nervous and bowed as they passed him, only to be caught on the arm by a flustered Sven. “How many times do I have to remind them it’s our day?..Hmm? Hmm?” Dai chuckled and shut the door, so they could head down to where the cars could take them to the registry office. :: At the Marriott, many of Sven’s and Dai’s gay friends were turning up, in all manner of clothing. Some were in full drag, others in leathers and assorted dominatrix gear. Few others were dressed more formally, like Sven’s parents that stuck out like dog’s balls against the rest of the party. There was much chatter and excitement for this special occasion. :: Arriving at the Town hall, the two couples entered and headed up to the registration room, on the second floor, while the chauffeurs had a smoke and talked about the latest scandal to hit Prague. The massive motorway tragedy, and the escaped mental patients. It was in all the papers, and many were on the lookout for the one that got away…Darlene. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – She heard them talking next to her.. Czech was full of taboo’s, though registered partnership was almost fully accept among the crowd. Only 21% of the population was against it.. If the couple would try to adopt a baby today, the people with signs holding up screaming .. ‘’ you will burn in hell for sticking your dick in a man butt ‘’ would be with more supporters. Just a few strong religious people were standing next to her indeed with signs held in the sky trying to stop the couple from having their glorious day. (?) ‘’ I can see the flames above their heads! .. look at that.. disgusting! It’s not carnival.. ‘’ Darlene glanced sideways to see one of the females pointing at the few guests in full drag clothing, and the ones dressed in leather. Though when she heard the word carnival she got excited. (Darlene) ‘’ I like carnival yes? ‘’ The female next to her with the sign held up and slamming crosses in front of her while asking god to have mercy on souls, looked back at Darlene but not paying much attention. Darlene crossed the road while leaving her shoes behind. She wouldn’t stand out on bare feet compared to the drags. She had not noticed the two couples going inside.. she had not noticed that the one she was looking for was present with his Swedish kitty. She was looking out for the man in the superman outfit, not an Armani suit. Darlene passed the driver who had a smoke and talked about the fresh news of Prague. Darlene wearing her huge sunglasses just blended in the crowd as if she was part of the bunch. She loved carnival.. she loved carnival.. She hoped to dance the polka. While making her entrance in the Marriot hotel she observed the strange people from behind her sunglasses.. These people took carnival serious. Darlene happy as she was danced through the crowd, twirling and jumping she made her way to the main room looking for the polka.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The registration of the happy couple was a fairly standard affair. Unlike a real wedding, it was similar to the registrations in the US. The papers were signed by both Sven and Dai, while Inga took happy snaps with her hello kitty iphone. There was much joy when they were officially named as legal partners in the eyes of the Prague government. Sharing a kiss as they held up the legal document, Kraus and Inga clapped politely; all the while Kraus was unable to take his eyes off his adored Kitty girl. The serious part of the registration over, they headed back down to the foyer, and then out onto the street, where they walked the two blocks to the reception that was being held at the Marriott. What did shock Dai and Sven was the anti gay rally that was going on across the street. Inga flipped the bird to the placard waving citizens, clearly unimpressed with their slogans and chanting. Sven and Dai weren’t too happy about the spectacle, but were happy to see they had far more well wishers waiting for them at the Marriott. All four entered the hotel foyer to much applause from the delighted guests, who all trundled into the reception room on the ground floor. So many balloons and exquisite decorations, that were of course all organised by Dai, that the crowd was oohing and aahing over the lavish spectacle. No expense was spared, and on arriving, Inga and Kraus were offered flutes of sparkling champagne. The musicians, who were set up in the back of the room, struck up a delightful jazz rendition of “It had to be you.” Kraus and Inga tapped their glasses together and toasted each other for being reunited in time for the wedding. Naturally, they were unaware there was an uninvited guest…from Kraus’s horror hospital visit. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – (Darlene) ‘’ Sorry!.. sorry! … whups? .. does it hurt, yes? ‘’ Darlene bumping in on everyone while twirling and jumping through the crowd like either a drunk one, or a small child, she apologized to every single person who would turn around and have an annoyed look on her/his face. She saw a drag, a SM master.. or something. She even saw people that looked like mental beings that lived with her in the institute. She saw expensive coats, expensive dresses.. a blue cocktail dress which she avoided. She saw Dolce and cabana(SP?XD), Chanel, Dior.. Armani.. Dior.. Armani.. While twirling and grabbing a glass of sparkles from a silver plate a servant was holding she bumped into the woman with the Dior dress. (Darlene) ‘’ SORRY! .. this stuff makes me tingle inside, yes? ‘’ and with a flash Darlene moved on, not looking back the one she bumped into. Darlene looked at her glass while dancing the polka.. This stuff was better than her medication. After the first sip she could feel the alcohol running through her system. A strange tingling feeling within her veins. Her knees became more weak after two glasses.. and her vision wasn’t as clear as it was before. What did they call this medication? Darlene laughed at and for herself. While taking large sips it almost seemed as if she was eating her champagne glass. (Darlene) ‘’ Enough polka for Clementine! .. sit! ‘’ Darlene found an empty chair at a table and just moved her ass down on the chair. Darlene had, because of her wanting level, given herself a new name.. Clementine. She nearly believed she was always called that way at this point. She glanced at the people at the reception, wondering why they didn’t joined in on the polka she wanted to start.. was this even a carnival festival? One of the guest in full drag outfit was sitting next to her in a blinding yellow neon skirt.. Underneath it the heshe worn panties and high heels with iron studs.. Darlene tipsy as she was bended her head slightly to try and peek underneath the skirt.. and as soon as the drag person moved herhis head towards her Darlene looked away and took another large sip of her sparkles.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The crowd was chatting and laughing, drinking and enjoying the finger food offered by very daring looking bus boys. Even Inga caught an eyeful of one well hung lad and downed her champers in a flash. Kraus caught sight of this and tweaked her cheek playfully. “Don’t forget about me, Kitten.” Inga smirked and wrinkled up her nose in a pert way. “Only looking…ooo is that sushi?” Seeing another lad carrying a large platter of sushi, Inga took a morsel as the tray went passed and she popped it into her mouth, chewing heartily. Clearly all that sex had worked up her appetite. At the head table, Sven tapped a glass with a small spork and asked for all to take their seats for the first course and of course, the speeches. “Ello…ello. Yes…please everyone, find a seat and we will have our Best man, Kraus Zimmerman, do the honours, to welcome everyone. Yes Mamma…to the left…that table. *point point*…Mamma…not that table..the other one. Sheesh. Kraus..quickly darling, up here. Bring Ingy…there is a boy. Dai…I need a bubbly. Ingy..you sit there..Okay…we all settled peoples.” The room erupted into a chorus of “Yes!” as Kraus took the microphone and blew on it. “Testing…one two…Oh it works. Heh. Please..be seated. That’s right. Thank you.” Inga took a seat at the main table, right beside Sven, who was arguing with a waiter about the year of the champagne. With the room settling and the band taking a break, all eyes were on Kraus. “Ladies and Gentlemen…family and friends, thank you on behalf of Dai and Sven, for coming here to celebrate the “marriage” of our dear friends. Please, raise your glasses, and be upstanding as we toast their happiness.” Everyone stood, as Sven and Dai lent close to each other, posing for the photographer. “To the happy couple!” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – As the crowd was sitting down neatly at their tables Darlene got a better view of the reception.. the people in it, the purpose of this carnival spectacle. Loud talking funny looking people, posh people, normal ones.. And Her. The escaped mental patient. And then.. someone started to speak.. loud and raised his voice above the crowd. “Ello…ello. Yes…please everyone, find a seat and we will have our Best man, Kraus Zimmerman… ‘’ (Darlenes mind) + Kraus?… Kraus.. where does that name.. .. KRAUS?! ‘’ , blablablablablablaaa…*point point* Blablablablabla . Kraus.. (darlene’s mind) ‘’ I heard it well yes? Kraus?! ‘’ blablablabla . blablablablabla . blabalbalbla blue banana balls…. And then.. kraus stood there with a microphone in his hand.. Talking. But Darlene didn’t heard his words no longer.. atleast not his exact words. The face of Kraus.. the face of superman was in the same room as hers.. Her mind flipped over.. her brains rolling through her head. Her heart started to stop working for a few seconds.. Her eyes behind her sunglasses widened.. Flashbacks entered her mind of superman in the padded room, superman in the hallway.. Superman kissing her cheek.. Superman leaving the institute.. Superman who had gestured her to break free and find him. The thin line snapped. The control not only over her own brain but also over her senses were gone. She smelled things that weren’t in the room.. she saw faces that weren’t there.. but most important she heard the voice of superman talking to her.. through the microphone.. She saw superman pointing at Darlene.. She saw him blowing kisses to her.. it was all for her.. This whole spectacle was for her. “Testing…one two…Oh it works. Darlene this is for you.. Thank you.” “Ladies and Gentlemen…family and friends, thank you on behalf of Darlene, for coming here to celebrate the freedom and love of ours . Please, raise your glasses, and be upstanding as we toast happiness.” “To the happy couple, Darlene and Superman! ‘’. And as everyone stood.. Darlene stood.. but not on the ground.. not on the chair.. no she stood on the table removing her sunglasses from her face while having tears dropping from her eyes. She had spread her arms widely and opened her mouth.. In her mind everyone looked at her with a smile.. a smile to show how happy everyone was that Darlene found her Superman.. She was Lois all along. From her throat.. she sung with all her might. In reality it sounded like a drunk karaoke .. but in her mind she could sing like they did in musicals. ( Darlene) ‘’ You’re my Superman!, in my master plan!, you’re the symphony.. in my melody! ‘’ Darlene turned around to the band and made a gesture to start playing that song.. and if they did.. she would continue to sing her love for Superman.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Oh, it was truly a memorable occasion, with everyone standing up, raising their glasses, when all of a sudden, a girl dressed rather plainly, was on top of a table, and belting out song lyrics, that had everyone turning around and staring at the wide eyed girl. ‘’ You’re my Superman!, in my master plan!, you’re the symphony.. in my melody! ‘’ Darlene gestured the band to play along, and the lead singer shrugged, thinking this was some sort of staged prank and picked up the tune, so the room was filled with the strains of music, to match the sound coming from Darlene. Sven and Dai glanced at each other, and then babbling, wondering what on earth was going on. The crowd all joined in with Darlene as she sang, while Kraus looked dumbfounded. He recognised Darlene immediately, and you could see the microphone slipping from his hand. “Darlene..?” he murmered almost under his breath, while Inga was helping herself to the sushi tray on the main table. “Ooo is this prawn and avocado?” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – The crowd joined her, the band played.. it was time for the kiss as Kraus had said her name. she heard, in her imagination, his voice to be filled with passion and love. With a jump she jumped off the table knocking glasses of sparkles over and ruining the table cloth. As she landed on the ground she ran forwards to the main table where Superman was standing.. with the microphone slipped from his hand. She heard cheering, yelling.. ‘’Woohoo’s’’ and what not. As Darlene would reach Kraus she would simply just press her lips against his, and if their lips would connect.. she would firstly hold him in her arms and then grab the Armani suit and try to undress him to show the world the superman outfit he was wearing underneath it. All her hard work, all her struggles, and all her sanity would disappear when she would kiss him. For once she could let him meet the clean Darlene.. the one without the poop stains and the salvia.. The Darlene she was when she was free.. — The tipsy-off-medication-Darlene. The Darlene who could turn from sweet, to rage in less than 0,4 seconds. But as long as she was with Kraus.. she promised herself to be good.. –

CharlotteCarrendar: – While Inga was chewing her sushi and humming along with the song, Sven rose up from his chair and moved to get in earshot of Kraus, to whisper “What is going on?” Course, he would barely get it out, when Darlene made her move. Knocking over glasses of bubbly, upsetting guests, who had been singing along, then she ran straight for Kraus, who took a step back, and felt the ceremonial cake in behind him. Darlene, went straight in to kiss the startled Kraus, causing Inga to nearly choke on her sushi. Spitting out the morsel on her plate, she grabbed her purse, and came up to the other side of Kraus, as Darlene was trying to rip off Kraus’s expensive jacket. “Heyz!…Getaway…from my man!”- Inga cried and tried to beat Darlene off with her petite Hello Kitty snap clutch. Dai could see what was happening and then cheered. “Taking bets…oh this is funny. Sven..you organise this?!” Just then the door to the reception room flew open and there was standing a very irate looking Helga. “INGA…I counted to fifty!” Inga stopped mid swat with her clutch and meeped. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – She had felt his lips before on her cheek, but she never imagined them to be so soft on her mouth. More proof she didn’t needed.. he was hers. As she was trying to strip superman from his dull suit she could feel commotion around her.. And in her eye corners she saw the blonde Swedish kitty going at her with a hello kitty purse.. Screaming “Heyz!… I’m going to steel …your man!” No way.. no way.. no fucking way that was going to happen.. Darlene released Kraus his suit and tried to defend herself with her arms against the purse that was slapped against her.. picking a moment she could fight back for her man. Then the blonde kitty seemed to be distracted by the reception door that would fly open.. and a woman walked in. This was Darlene’s chance … Darlene imitating the movements of Alex two weeks back in the hospital she clenched her fist and aimed it right in Kitty’s stomach. She would throw her punch fast.. but as she was not trained for martial arts.. or whatever it was.. she didn’t really mastered the foot work.. if there was any. Anyhow. As Darlene threw the punch hoping it would hit the blonde kitty she took a step to the left in Kraus’s direction. Being tipsy after she would connect or not connect the hit stumbled over her own feet and would fall sideways against Kraus.. Now here’s the funny part.. That beautiful cake which was already slightly tilting due the fact Kraus was slightly leaning on it would drop onto the person sitting behind it. –

CharlotteCarrendar:- It was like a riot was about to break out in the reception. The drag Queens all squealed, pulling amazing wax like facial expressions while the doms and their subs cheered at the antics happening at the front table. Inga was furious to see this girl latching onto her Kraus, like he was some common wall boy. Course, Helga had to enter the fray, storming into the room, still smitten with the blonde Hello kitty Kitten. But then Darlene threw a punch at Inga, that connected and sent her off her feet and disappearing behind the main table. WOAH! Like King Kong himself had been morphed into Helga, she saw her “beloved” getting decked, and snorted loudly, as she pushed up the sleeves of her Nike tracksuit. “YOUR DEADZ!” she roared at Darlene. Charging straight for her, while Dai jumped up on the main table and assumed several rather interesting martial arts poses. “I know kung fu….haaaaaiiiii ya!” Sven fell back only to have the cake land on him, with Inga knocked out on the floor, after hitting her head. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – The environment changed, signals changed.. the crowd changed.. her mind changed. 0,4 seconds ago everyone was happy that she and superman had declared their love.. and now people were already trying to stop them from having an relationship. The moment she punched Inga, and Inga was sent flying over the main table it had hit Darlene. Behind her Dai was standing on the table doing the kung fu moves.. and Sven was covered in cake.. She pushed herself off Kraus and turned her body to the raging and charging Helga.. Screaming that Darlene was deadz. Darlene her complete posture changed.. she stood up straight and seemed to have one goal at this moment. Defend and protect Superman from the squealing woman charging at them. No time for being the scared cat. Darlene’s pony tail came loos as she dashed forwards to charge at Helga.. she ran and her hair followed her. Her bare feet making no sound on the floor as she was going to meet Helga halfway. Darlene’s arms were moving in front of her, taking in the position.. clenching fist.. The plan was when she would meet Helga halfway .. to jump up and give a painful punch right on her nose. She watched how Superhero’s do it in movies.. time for her copy skills to do their work. With a rage face she barged at Helga.. (Darlene) ‘’ NOT BEFORE I KILL YOU! ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like a scene from a National Lampoon movie, only mixed in with a gay Mardi gras..Possibly a bit of Les Mis. Screaming, kicking, yelling, swearing, and then of course there were those that appreciated a bit of action, in the form of the hulking Helga. Helga was not only a body builder; she was a wrestler and a weightlifter too. Talk about the perfect athlete, and with Darlene making a run straight for her, well….odds were in Helga’s favour. As Darlene made her jump into the air, with arm straight out, Helga reached to snatch her wrist with right hand, while her left hand came up from underneath like a cannon, to smash at Darlene’s elbow. What this would do is weaken her considerably, while getting a firm lock on the girl’s damaged arm. Snarling and snorting, the one tonne behemoth, would tip her huge head back and bring it forward so to smash the girl’s head like a watermelon, if she did not escape Helga’s vice like grip. Behind the main table, Kraus was scooping up his beloved Inga, whilst on the main table, Dai was break dancing, as the band struck up the tune. “Everybody was kung fu fighting…..HA!” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Maybe it was Darlene’s mind that showed her a different picture of Helga.. maybe in her mind Helga was this cute little.. thin .. innocent and weak girl running with her arms flailing. Maybe she had missed the danger of charging at a bodybuilder. Compared to Helga, Darlene was skinny as hell.. white as hell.. and weak.. as hell. But not having to carry the extra muscle weights might made Darlene a tad faster. Darlene blinded by hatred for everyone that would point a finger towards her Superman came closer.. and eventually wanted to make the jump for it. Stretching her arm and her fist aiming for Helga’s face. And she did made the jump.. But stupid Darlene had no escape from the air. As she felt Helga’s right hand wrap around her wrist, Darlene decided to continue the hit with her knee. As he wrist was caught and just before Helga’s left hand would smash against her elbow she used the ‘’Hanging moment ‘’ to move her knee forwards aiming for Helga’s stomach. Before the pain would go through her right arm, and before she could even realize her knee wouldn’t hit as hard as she wanted due the pain that would race through her arm and shoulder, Helga would bring her head back.. and then the next thing Darlene saw was the face of Helga in her face.. Her forehead against her forehead. Her brains felt like they made sixty flips in her head and every sound, every smell, every signal just faded in the back.. Her vision went nearly black and her muscles released the tension. Before her eyes rolled in the back of her head for a few minutes they were pointed down at Helga’s chest.. Darlene’s mind not functioning well after the blow had a series of questions about Helga’s boobs. With her free arm she reached over to her chest. Darlene simply pressed her 5 fingers on the woman’s chest to feel how hard her boobs were. (Darlene) ‘’ .. I bet you produce steroid milk.. ehe.. ehehehehe ‘’ Damn that woman had a hard boob. Lights out.. bed time.. Power nap.

CharlotteCarrendar: – There is a defining moment in a fight. Sort of like when David took on Goliath, or New York City took on King Kong. It’s usually pretty predictable, which is why, when Darlene made a mad ass run at the enormous German, the entire room stopped what they were doing to see just how many rounds the spritely mental patient could go against HELGA the HULK. If you could put the following actions into some sort of slow motion play, it showed Darlene’s rage, exploding from her with the powered force of her arm, thrust through the air, and aiming for her nose. Course, Helga, was on the ball, being experienced in such attacks, and collected the girl’s arm forcefully. But it was the underside power punch towards the elbow, that truly did the damage, weakening the girl. Darlene went for broke, using her knee to try and inflict damage to the wrestler’s stomach, and that kick did meet its mark. The affect? RAGE on a new level. The head of Helga ploughing into the young mental patient, and completely knocking her out. K.O! Well..almost. The girl was brazen enough to shove her dirty mits right into the bewbage of the enormous German. ‘’ .. I bet you produce steroid milk.. ehe.. ehehehehe ‘’ The room fell silent as Helga simply released the girl from her grip and this would mean she would collapse on the floor, if out cold. With the whole room now gawking at Helga, she turned around and did a Hulk like muscle pose, and that is when the band lighting switched on and turned her skin…an eerie shade of green. But …it was not over. Kraus emerged from behind the main table and rose up. Pointing at the oversized German. “Oi….you can’t just barge in here and beat up defenceless…*then he looked down at Darlene and frowned, realising she was a walking time bomb*…patients.” Helga’s head twitched and then she drew her right foot back, and brought it forward in a massive powered kick, to try and kick the unconscious Darlene’s head in. At this point, Dai had seen enough and screamed out “BANZAI!” and leapt off the main table, landing on the body of Darlene on the floor, to take the full kick from the Wrestler, which could send both flying across the floor. THIS would start a full on riot. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Was it cold because the blood stream had left her face? Was it cold because the touch of the hard boob of Helga the mad hulk German was made of stone? Was she wearing stones in her bra? .. Was it cold because she had hit the floor? Darlene for sure didn’t know.. the only thing she felt at one point was a body lying on top of her.. had she defeated the wrestler with her massaging hands? Had she pressed Helga’s nipple and actually shut her down? .. Or was she being raped? Whatever happened.. Darlene no like.. Darlene really no like.. She felt her consciousness coming back slowly.. She could feel tingles all over her body and slowly but surely getting feeling back in her arms and legs. As if she woken up from a dream she muttered. (Darlene) ‘’ Don’t let her have kids, okay? They be fed on steroid milk.. ‘’ She then slowly raised her left arm to push off whatever was laying on top of her. She opened her eyes and noticed the man on top of her.. so she was getting raped?! Darlene panic mode on! With a delay of 5 seconds due her body being stiff and didn’t recollected itself from the blow yet Darlene started to move her body, trying to get herself up and the man off her. Confused as she was she tried her best to make a great escape but for the moment she was unable to do anything. –

CharlotteCarrendar: – Covered in cake, Sven emerged from behind the main table too, and saw his beloved had dived onto the wayward Darlene, who was spread eagled on the floor. “Baby?!”- he wailed and ran, arms flailing to tear him off the besieged Darlene. Reaching his side, he snatched up Dai’s arm and tried to lift him off, all the while the rest of the guests, much of the Prague’s elite in the gay community, all set upon the enormous Helga, beating her with everything they could get their hands on…but it was one petite lady, who managed to pick up an expensive vase and smash it over the back of Helga’s head. The force of the marble vase, knocked out the Hulkinator, who went cross eyed as she slumped to the floor. Who was the lady? “I hated when she touched my tits. Now…will someone please..explain who DAT is?” Inga said, pointing to the woman on the floor. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – It went fast and in slow-motion at the same time. Darlene still not fully being recovered from her knock out heard the gay man pulling his love of her.. but not really realizing it all she still thought it was some freaky rape attack. How can someone like to rape unconscious females. The guest had gathered.. slapping not-so-poor German Helga the hulk.. and finally she heard a vase shattering and the sound of the massive muscles falling down on the floor next to her. Darlene pushed Sven of her and rolled a few times to the other side making sure there was no rape attempt left on her body. Back to the present.. and back to her full rage moment Darlene stood up wobbling on her feet while hearing Inga scream and pointing at her. Darlene lifting only her left hand to point at kraus and catching her breath.. and trying to find the right words spoke.. (Darlene) ‘’ I’m Lois lane right?.. Superman’s wife.. and you blonde tit.. you can’t take him away from me, okay?! ‘’ with mad eyes she stared at every single person in the room.. (Darlene) ‘’ Nobody can. ‘’ –

 

Wolf.

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airport, Ayalah, car chase, characters, escape, fiction, gun battle, heavy metal, Ira, Israelis, Lotus, modern., music, plane, Russia, spies, The Death Club, Uri, Wolf, writing

Roleplay Group : The Death Club.

A New cold war.

Wolf.

Writer : CharlotteCarrendar

As the Porsche sped out of the compound gates with the dust and debris flying up behind it throwing up a choking cloud, it would not go unnoticed by one of the guard patrols, that had a Jeep stationed near the gate. Ayalah drove like a fiend with her tongue licking her lips, changing up gears and then glancing back over her shoulder to see if the Jeep patrol car would follow. The wily Israeli’s laughter was starting to annoy the hell out of Ira, who was still kicking himself for leaving Lotus behind. The Porsche sped past the returning fleet of cars that contained Yuri and his men, along with Mia and now Steven too. Seeing them as Ayalah planted her foot on the excelorater, s he threw her head back and whooped loudly.

“Not..Ever getting touched by those fuckers again!” Ayalah yelled out, as she reached for the power on button for the car stereo, and it started pumping out Rammstein. Ayalah smacked her hand upon the steering wheel in time with the beat. Flicking on the high beam, the silver Porsche Cayman S illuminated the winding road ahead of them. She quickly checked the rear vision mirror, and could see the telltale lights of the jeep following. It would have been a few hundred metres behind them, obviously alerted by Yuri that one of his prized girls had made a daring escape. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she tossed a look at Ira, who was simply sitting with his arms folded, and eyes closed. “What is with you, eh? You did your mission. Stop with the sour face, eh? Now hang on, while I give these boys a thrill. Woot!”

One of the guards in the Jeep coming behind them, opened his window, and leaned out, starting to open fire on the Porsche. The steady ~tink..tink tink…~ sound could be heard crackling through the dark of night. Ira angrily unfolded his arms, and hit the button for the sun roof, to slide back. The sudden whip of wind that entered the speeding Porsche tossed Ayalah’s hair around but she didn’t seem to care, continuing to drive like a woman possessed. The winding road was narrowing, as it rounded a cliff edge. The Porsche was taking the corners hard; almost drifting with the delicious roar of the 3.4 litre engine. This was now a dangerous game that Ayalah was playing. The jeep behind them was gaining, and with the passenger taking shots at the Porsche, they needed to act fast. Ira turned around on his seat, and then on his knees, he rose up out of the sunroof, and with his Stechkin APS pistol drawn, he fired four shots at the Jeep behind them. One bullet going through the windscreen, and taking out the driver, who slouched forward upon the wheel. The guard that had been shooting, tried in vain to take control of the speeding Jeep, but it began to slide across the road, then jack-knifed when hitting the side of the mountain. This caused it to spin out of control and with the guard screaming in Russian, the jeep careened over the edge of the other side of the road, bursting into flames. This illuminated the whole area behind them, as the car sped on. Turning and slouching back down into his seat, holding the smoking gun, he snarled at Ayalah, who found the whole incident now incredibly funny. Both hands on the wheel, she didn’t even look at him as she powered the Porsche on. Only saying;

“Uri will be indebted to you, Wolf. Who knows, he might get you a nice woman to please you on the plane for the return flight to Prague, eh?”

Hearing Ayalah speak this way, Ira toyed with the gun in his hand thinking only how he had left behind the woman who he realised meant more to him than just a mission partner. Taking another bend, Ayalah sped up and pressed the button to close the sun roof. “I think you liked the Lotus…am I right?” Ayalah teased. She could tell by his body language that she had dented his armour with her remark. Mocking a pout, Ayalah continued. “Oh Wolf….girls like her are very easy to find. Why Tokyo is full of them.” Ira shot Ayalah a look that was menacing. You could hear the audible growl in his voice. Clearly her antics were grating on his nerves. “You are a real bitch, you know that? Lotus is the reason you are out of that hell hole.” Ayalah appeared to shrug her shoulders, truly not caring. Eyes focused on the night road ahead of them, hands tightly clenching the wheel. She chortled. “I was already making my way out when you arrived, so don’t give me that…bullshit, that the Japanese cunt saved my life…okay?” Ayalah had enough of the conversation, as it seemed that Ira had no sense of humour. Ayalah simply turned up the music and head banged as the car sped onwards towards Moscow. Ira reholstered his firearm, and then went back to staring out his passenger side window. His thoughts were of course, of Lotus. The night where she bared her soul to him and explained to him what Ayalah and Uri had done to her life. And now here he was speeding away from her and possibly having left her to die at the hands of Yuri and his thugs. At this point, Ira hated himself, and wondered if Lotus would ever forgive him, if she made it out alive. Perhaps he underestimated her, and in his mind hoped she would have got out of there. But he had no way of knowing, and now driving down the highway with the one woman that Lotus despised over all others.

The Porsche was fitted with a GPS and also had a satellite phone, and Ayalah didn’t waste any time at all, plotting the course to the airport. One way or another, she planned to get out of Russia tonight. Tossing Ira the satellite phone, she barked at him. “Contact our Russian counterpart, and advise Uri we are on our way. He should have organised the flight. I am so looking forward to seeing Uri again. Mmm…I wonder if he will wear his special cologne.” For a moment, Ira twitched at her words, and slowly turned his head back around to her. The artificial lighting of the dash illuminated her face, and she appeared to be oddly smug, talking about Uri. Catching the phone, he started to press the number in for Boris, who happened to have left the ball some time before. He answered in the first three rings. “Ah…Wolf, you got the Viper and Lotus. I have news…” Ira grit his teeth and snarled into the phone. “Just Viper and I…you can tell us about the news at the airport.” Boris seemed confused by this. With no mention of the Lotus, he feared the worst. “She was a good agent. I am sure Uri will make arrangements to contact her family.” This was when Ayalah burst out laughing, hearing Boris on the loud speaker in the car. “No..you idiot. Lotus…is a guest of Yuri. She won’t be coming home.” Boris could be heard to cough, then swear in Russian. But he knew that the news he had would not be helping Lotus at all. “Then…I see you comrades at the airport. Gate nine. We have an operative on the guard box. *he sighs, then says to Wolf*…she deserved better.” Hanging up, Boris got into his car, and made his way to meet with the incoming flight….of Uri himself. This was the news that he didn’t get the chance to say. Apparently, Viper means more to Uri than anyone could have imagined.

The last hour of the trip, was just the steady stream of heavy metal playing through the speakers. Ira was practically clawing his nails along the interior of the door. Anger rising even more now, while Ayalah was simply singing along with the radio. Every so often she wiggled in her car seat and let out an odd laugh. The more time Ira spent with her, the more he was starting to hate her. Lotus was right about her…but what was coming would shock him to the core. Pulling up finally at Gate nine, the car was checked over and on opening the window, the guard automatically recognised them both. “Proceed…hanger 12.” Closing the window, the Porsche drove slowly through the gate, then headed down for the right hanger, that the guard had advised. A small gulfstream jet had landed not long before, and as Ayalah pulled up the bullet riddled Porsche, the door to the plane opened, and guess who came down the stairs.

“Pappa!” Ayalah squealed, turning off the engine and undoing her seat belt. She was in such a hurry to get out, that even Ira was surprised. No one was usually this way with the Israeli chief. Ayalah opened her car door, and leapt out, not even bothering to shut it closed. The Red headed beauty ran up the tarmac, as Uri opened his arms to her, and then ….then…they started to kiss each other, like long lost lovers, who had not seen each other in years. Ira…just sat there..dumbfounded. ~WHAT WERE THEY DOING?!~ Uri ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks forcefully, as she bent to his will. It was a sickening display, since…Uri was her father! “God…I think I’m going to be sick.’ Ira groaned. He didn’t even want to get out of the car, and face this disgusting duo. For a time, they seemed to forget he was even there.

Uri pulled back finally from Ayalah, cradling her in his arms, and she was like this…lovesick kitten with him. Slowly Ira undid his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, but not away from it. Uri showed a huge smile, as he had his arm around Ayalah. “Ah…the man of the hour. Yes…I am very very happy you got my Viper back. Now…if you would get on the plane, we are going back to Prague. Our business in this country is done. Come. We have your next mission to discuss. I have the brief.” Ayalah made a goose lips expression at Ira, pleased with herself…which had Ira clench his fists tightly. “No…” Just one word. The Israeli chief stopped for a moment, and jerked his head back towards where Ira stood near the car. “Wolf…you do not say no. YOU…COME WHEN I CALL YOU!” Uri started to raise his voice sharply, while Ayalah blew in his ear, trying to calm him down. Ira shook his head. “I am done…I no longer serve you….or the Israeli government. You two deserve each other. Seriously. But the woman who was left behind…is a far more worthwhile human being than either of you could match up to.”- He turned away and Uri pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ira’s back, the right side of his jaw twitching. “WOLF…I COUNT TO THREE..”- Wolf shrugged and got into the car, as the older man stood there…barking at him. “WOLF…you are a disgrace!” Wolf started the car and then smiled. “Go fuck your red haired slut of a daughter. I am saving Lotus. ASSHOLE” He started the engine and threw it into reverse, then sped away, as Uri looked on….furious. “That..is no man. He will die before he even reaches her.” Did he know something that Wolf didn’t? <3>

 

Shadow Dancing.

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Easter/April Fool’s Day Special – Death Club Live Role play

A New cold war.

“Shadow Dancing”

Players:
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar

Last time…

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like God himself had flipped the switch and all the lights and power returned to the compound. Wolf ripped off his night vision goggles, as the sirens sounded loudly. “FUCK!” There was nothing for it, and Ayalah had already got in behind the wheel of the Porsche. “I will leave you behind, you big Dope.”- she snarled, as she started the engine. Part of Ira wanted to kill Ayalah himself at this point, but he had almost completed the mission, and now, he had to chose. Tossing his goggles away in anger, he got into the car beside her, just in time, as she threw the car into reverse and floored it, the car’s tires screaming as the car rocketed out of the garage and then did a 180 degree spin, spewing out vast quantities of burning rubber fueled smoke. Laughing madly, she hit the accelerator and the car took off down the drive, past the numerous guns that were firing from the bushes. Pinging sounds heard against the outer metal of the car, as she headed for the gates and freedom. Ira tossed his head back into the head rest and grit his teeth. He hated himself more than ever, and wondered, if she would ever forgive him, if Lotus got out alive. :: Back in the compound, the sudden burst of light had Lotus come to a halt. “Oh no..” Time was not her friend. Out in the open now, she was a sitting duck. Madly she ran back into the room where they first came in and grabbed back up her bag that she had brought with her. Everything she needed to make an escape. Still wounded as she tried to place the bag on her back, she staggered for the balcony entrance, where she did a right turn, and started running for the cliff face of the compound gardens. It was the only way.

LadyBelz: Gia ducked into alcoves as guards ran about, searching for downed comrades or possibly the person or persons who had caused all the chaos. Still covered in black, she was unnoticeable as she began searching for Lotus. She came across the decapitated guards and spotted the trail of blood leading out onto the veranda walkway overlooking the cliffs. “Shit.” she whispered to herself, drawing her knife – a just in case measure. Stepping stealthily through the doors, she checked the area thoroughly. There was no sign of Lotus. Using the lights from inside the compound, she looked around for the trail of blood and spotted it heading away from where she was standing. Quickly she made for the gardens, hoping it wasn’t too late…

CharlotteCarrendar: Lotus’s heart was in her mouth, as she saw the Porche speeding out of the grounds, tearing away into the night. They had left her behind, to suffer the fate of whatever Yuri and his men had in store for the Japanese spy. Blood dripped from her wound as she staggered along the veranda, hearing the sound of crashing waves, coming from the end of the landing. The Wind whipped up, and mixed with the shouts of the remaining guards, and the ricochets of bullets being fired at the car speeding away, she knew she didn’t have too many options left. Her hair spilling out from her bun as she ran, like a black torrent down her back, the bag was now weighing her down. Fearing for her life, she dropped the bag on the ground so she had enough strength to make it to the cliff edge. She didn’t look back, even if it meant she would be shot from behind..

LadyBelz: Lotus had a good head start but didn’t know the compound as well as Gia did. Ignoring the guards that were occupied inside and out in front of the compound, she quickly followed the trail of blood, noticing the little droplets were getting larger and thicker the further she traveled. A sound made her glance up and she spotted her quarry as she tossed some bag away from her in order to not be bogged down. Her right arm seemed to be hanging listless at her side. Gia picked up the pace, gaining ground quickly behind the fleeing woman. “Lotus! Wait!” Gia took a chance and called out the young woman’s name. The alarm was still blaring so it was doubtful she was heard.

CharlotteCarrendar: Ten feet from the edge, the balcony of Roman columns were the only thing stopping people from toppling over the edge and plummeting into the sea. Down far below, the roar of the waves, as they crashed against the rocks was almost deafening. Lotus could no longer have feeling in her right arm, as her shoulder had been seriously damaged by the gun shot wound. Suddenly, there were footsteps, running. Someone was running after her. Flashes of memory flickered through her mind as she made the final few steps. Then a voice; “Lotus! Wait!” Someone called her code name. Blinking tears, she whipped her head back around, to see the outline of a woman, then getting closer she was dressed like that of the Crow. Terrified it was one of Yuri’s people, she cried out. “I jump!”

LadyBelz: “I jump!” Gia heard the woman’s breathless and panic-filled warning. She stopped a few feet away. “Lotus…I only want to help you. You have to trust me now. Can you do this?” Gia asked, slowly putting her knife away and holding out her hand. “You can not jump, not from this height. The rocks below will rip you to shreds. There is an easier way to be free from this place but you have to trust me.” Gia pleaded with the young woman, hand held out, almost in supplication.

CharlotteCarrendar: :- All Lotus’s life, she had been betrayed, by each single person she had ever loved. Even Ira left her to die. Why now, would a saviour come to her aid, just as she was staring death in the face. Her face showed the torture of years of abuse and neglect, and the trust was just not there. Eyes brimming with tears. She took a look back down at the tumultuous sea, that would ravage her body, and wash her away like the stain that she was. There was only one way…and she slowly took her katana off her back with her left hand, and sank to her knees. As the woman would watch on, most likely horrified by this, Lotus, with one hand, turned the blade, so the tip would face her stomach. She had no honour, she had no true family, for she could never call Uri or Ayalah that. Her head dropped, as she tried to force the blade through her chest with one hand, as her body sagged.

LadyBelz: Gia watched in horrified shock at what she was about to do, paralyzed. She could not let this happen. She had made a promise and she was not about to break it. “No!” she cried out, running full out toward the girl. When she was close enough, she kicked out, striking the hilt of the katana with the heel of her boot, praying that she was not too late.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The tip of the blade starts to penetrate her clothing, and then she feels the tear of skin, when all of a sudden, the woman who is watching the closing of the lotus, kicks the katana out of Lotus’s hand and it clatters to the ground, the tip of the blade coated in her blood. Lotus’s head wobbles slightly, then rises as she views the woman who screamed “No!” at her. Sirens blaring and the roar of the sound of a fleet of cars, meant one thing….they were coming back from the Ball. Shuddering, Lotus extended out a blooded hand to the woman and then collapsed upon the ground.

LadyBelz: Gia hears the screech of tires out front and could hear Yuri yelling “Vhat zee fuck ees zees bullsheet?” She turned back to Lotus just as the young woman lost the fight with consciousness. “Dammit.” she swore. She had much to do and precious little time to do it in. First things first, she grabbed up the katana and backtracked to the bag that had been tossed away and quickly hid them where no one would find them, beneath a cluster of rocks that made up the north wall of the garden. She grabbed up the unconscious woman, careful of her injuries and got her up over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. She turned back the way they had come, knowing time was precious, but the library was the quickest route back to the servant’s quarters, where she knew she could keep Lotus safe from Yuri and his men. Checking that no one was about, she slipped silently into the library and took the left hall into the servant’s wing. One of the other servant girls, who had bravely kept a watch out, saw her coming with her cargo, eyes wide. “What happened?” she whispered. “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” Gia’s tone brooked no argument and the girl, eyes wide with fright, nodded vigorously, hurrying down the hall to wake a few of the other servants for the task ahead. Gia got to her room without incident and carefully placed Lotus on her own bed. She ducked into the bathroom for medical supplies and water. Setting the items on the side table, she quickly ripped off the black silk top Lotus had been wearing and tossed it across the room. The wound from the katana blade was superficial and didn’t require her immediate attention. It was the gunshot wound that worried her and needed the most work. Ripping the shade off of her lamp so that she’d have more light to work with, she took up a pair of tweezers and began to probe the wound, checking to see if the bullet had lodged itself inside. Not finding anything, she turned the woman onto her side to see the exit wound in the back. Nodding, she took up the peroxide and poured half the bottle into the wound, taking a chance that this would knock the woman back into the land of the living, or make her groan in pain but remain unconscious.

CharlotteCarrendar: As Lotus hit the ground, she closed her eyes for what she thought was the last time. Would this be the moment, when God finally decided to let her end her suffering? Dazzling lights like fireflies danced about her in this state of unconsciousness. The beat of her heart became the final drums that led to the next life. Everything in her life started to show in her mind’s eye, but going backwards, in rapid time, as she stared down the pathway to the light….she glanced down beside her to see her five year old self, who reached out and took her hand. The little girl was smiling at her, and pointing to the light. That way…that way…Just up ahead, her mother stepped out from behind a tree and gestured for her to come. Take the journey into the light. Boom..boom..boom..Boom….Boom…her heart was still beating. The little girl started to pull on Lotus’s hand, trying to get her to walk faster. A blazing red light appeared from the other side of the track, and she could then hear voices. Two women talking; “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” In Lotus’s mind, the light was starting to fade, as the little girl broke her hand away and ran towards her mother. Lotus finally stopped walking and looked back behind her. Boom…Boom…Boom…Boom…”Misako…….” There was a god awful pain, that had her cry out in the real world, as she opened her eyes to see Gia hovering over her.

LadyBelz: Lotus’s eyes snapped open and caught Gia’s gaze. Gia stared back at her. “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia whispered, returning to tending the gunshot would. It had stopped its furious bubbling and she used some water to wash away the blood. Grabbing up needle and thread, she began to stitch the wound closed, having done this many times for herself out in the field. Once the front wound was done, she again turned Lotus to her side to give the same treatment to the exit wound. She inspected her work, satisfied to see no oozing. She covered both with gauze and medical tape before wrapping her shoulder in a field bandage. She careful returned Lotus to her back and stood with a sigh. “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed. Yuri cannot find you here, he does not come to this wing of the house. Once you are well, I will get you out of here safely.” There was a light tap on the door and drawing her knife, she turned toward it. “Yes?” she whispered. “It is me.” came the voice of the servant girl. Gia pulled the door open slightly and peeked through the crack. “We have done as you asked, but He is in a right state. He shot the Captain for his failure and they have another prisoner, a man, with them.” the girl stated. “What of the other girl…Mia?” Gia asked. The girl shook her head. “Dammit.” Gia snapped. She had been hoping that Mia would have gotten away while they were out, but it looked to not be the case. “Thank you. Back to bed with you now. And remember, you saw nothing.” The girl nodded and headed back to her own room. Gia closed the door and locked it before turning back to the bed. Despite the pain, Lotus looked to be staring at Gia in curiosity.

CharlotteCarrendar: “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia continued to reassure Lotus, as she carried out cleansing the gunshot wound, which at this point was agonizing. With nothing to bite down on, Lotus grit her teeth, to stop herself from crying out further and giving away the fact she was there. Whilst the sewing of the wound was performed, Lotus stared at the woman, unsure of what to make of her. Surely she was risking everything just by helping her and hiding her in her room. Lotus still had no idea what to make of her, but she was in no position to argue. . “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed.” Lotus finally knew what this meant. She had been double crossed by her half sister, Ayalah. Ira obviously in on it, had led her here purely to be the decoy as he rescued Ayalah for her Father, Uri. The more she thought of the whole plan, the more she realized she meant nothing to no one. A knock at the door, and Lotus had been eased on her back. Laying there, she listened to the two women converse again about Yuri returning. He may well tear the place apart looking for Ayalah, but maybe this woman knew more of the compound than she had imagined. On the closing of the door, the young girl dismissed, it was just Lotus and Gia again. The two staring at each other. Lotus finally spoke. “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?”

LadyBelz: “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?” came the hushed question. How was one to answer that without giving too much away. “I work for…a friend. And I help you because I can. Do not ask any more. You need your rest. When it is safe to do so, I will bring you something to eat.” Gia turned away, pulling off her top to reveal the stained wife beater underneath…stained with the blood of the Lotus no doubt. She sat down in the chair across the room to pull off her boots before standing again to strip off her pants. Standing only in her shirt and a pair of plain black underwear, she crossed the room to collect the supplies she used. She gave Lotus a piercing look, one of some deep suffering she had yet to reveal before she shook her head and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The sounds of a shower starting made it to Lotus’s ears, but there was nothing beyond that. Who was Gia? And what was the look in her eyes for?

CharlotteCarrendar: – Told barely enough, Lotus had to stay quiet as instructed. Clearly the woman had been through an ordeal in the release of Ayalah, and now had the wounded Japanese girl in her room, that could well undermine her ability to do her job. Promised food, and assistance, Lotus simply nodded, but continued to watch her with wide eyed fascination. Following her movements, and she caught the look in her eyes. Haunting to say the least. It seemed that the pair, may well have something in common, but what? Only through sharing words, would they discover the truth behind the eyes. With the shower starting in the other room, and now Lotus was on her own, she turned over to stare at the wall, as in her mind, she plotted the destruction of the Viper and Uri…if she ever got out of this alive.

Born to be Wild.

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Role play Live : Group : The Death Club

Save me from Sanity.

Born to be Wild.

Players:
MaylionCarrendar
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: -Cars, buses, trucks, Prime Movers. It was a fucking express way. The white lab coat of our Ginger Tom was whirling, as the honking horns, and screaming drivers blasted and cursed the wayward mental patient. Spinning, dodging, running back, forth, up down…waving at the drivers, who gave him the two fingered salute. “WHERE ARE THE SPOONS?” he screamed, his hair flying about his face while his arms flailed on high. Panicking and desperately wishing that mad Darlene had never chased him up the fence, all he can do is wish he was back inside the cafeteria eating jello. When all was lost, as a large lorry was coming straight for him, a voice shouted out. It was HER, coming out onto the road, stopping cars and then one car slammed into the back of another, and another, the lorry spun out and off the freeway and burst into flames. So spectacular, that the roar and power of the fire blast incinerated two cars that got too close. Oh this was fantastic! Pile up on the M1 and Darlene and Tom, standing in the midst of some bizarre safety zone, where all the cars had tried to avoid them. Death..Carnage…spilt fuel. It was like the apocalypse. Tom ran for Darlene, as another car exploded behind him and he shouted. “THEY HAVE NO SPOONS!” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – I’m on the highway to hell, on the highway to hell!. HONK HONK! The tires who slipped over the asphalt making a squealing sound. Drivers pulling their wheels all the way to the right and hit the brake to let their cars ass move to the left, trying to in time stop before they would too hit the cars in front of them. Explosions! Action! Like a mission impossible movie scene the highway turned into a highway with hell as destination. Tom ran for Darlene screaming about no spoons. Behind Tom an exploding car. Darlene could feel the heat in her face, the light of the explosion was burning in her eyes and most important she could feel the force of the explosion nearly knocking her over. Maybe it was time to remove them from the scene. Darlene stood there on her bare feet watching the spectacle happening behind running ginger tom with her hands in front of her face slightly to protect herself from the heat. Moments after she could hear surviving passengers and drivers scream in panic and fear while some of them climbed from their vehicle and gathered their loved ones. Still no movements in Darlene’s body. Maybe she was secretly hoping Superman Kraus would fly down and save those people. As Tom came closer she managed to get her voice louder than the sound of car alarms and fire spreading. (Darlene) ‘’ No silly.. Spoons are not resistance against fire, right? Promise you in the city they have spoons.. Kraus has spoons.. We need to see Kraus yes? And go … go.. This is sad, no? ‘’ She looked at the scene while hearing in the distance the sounds of helicopters and ambulances and other sirens. (Darlene) ‘’ We need to go .. Noww!! ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar: – Ginger Tom was simply terrified. What with the loud explosions and screams of death, why…the outside world was worse than inside the Hospital. Least in there, you got jello with spoons. Darlene was doing her usual, rabbiting on, yes no….sad…seeing Kraus. What the hell was so great about this Kraus guy, apart from sending really cool magazines and toys? Oh yes, well that is pretty cool when you are locked up. Ginger Tom brought his arms up over his head as he heard the sound of helicopters and sirens. Oh no, this was getting bad. Next thing you know the Dinosaurs will be upset about all the noise and will come out of the forest to put the fires out with their tails and big feet. A motorcycle cop had pulled over and pointed at both Darlene and Tom “YOU TWO…STAY RIGHT THERE!” – From a car though, a voice cried out. “Help me officer…my baby…my baby!”- The traffic cop growled and removed his helmet placing it on his bike, as he ran to help the motorist who was trying to get her baby free from its car seat. Ginger Tom, suddenly had a wonderful idea. “Kraus….we go get him to save..Save the day! Come on!” – And he reached for Darlene’s hand to take her and get her to jump on the back of the police motorbike. If she followed, he would offer her the helmet, as he turned the ignition, firing up the motorcycle. With a rev of the throttle, the bike would take off in a blaze of smoke, a bit wobbly going up the road, since….Tom had never ridden one before. He just loved watching Jack Nicholson ride a Harley in Born to Be Wild. The motorcycle cop would turn to see his bike being stolen and draw out his revolver. “STOP OR I’LL SHOOT!” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene had trouble to keep herself from panicking. Ginger tom was sending out signals of panic like a damn pro, and Darlene couldn’t help but copy that behaviour and feelings. As the helicopters came closer she heard another sound of the wild noise of a motor and squealing of its tires. A motorcycle cop had stopped and pointed at them while screaming angrily. “YOU TWO…STAY RIGHT THERE!” Darlene was impressed, they were standing in the middle of a damn action scene of a movie and that cop instead of getting them out of here and see Kraus.. nooo—they had to stay where they were and having a chance to get killed if another car would explode. Darlene swallowed her salvia and stood there waiting with her hands wrapped and tangled in her other hand. She hopped from one leg onto the other while watching how the cop reacted to the cry of help from this lady with a baby. Until Tom came up with something stupid, foolish, idiotic! But amazingly awesome. “Kraus….we go get him to save..save the day! Come on!” He reached for Darlene’s hand but Darlene at first seemed to hesitate.. She whispered to Tom. (Darlene) ‘’ But .. he told us to stay right? He is an authority figure, a cop … ‘’ Darlene still hopped from one leg onto the other.. she had to pee so badly. And then it hit her. She repeated the words of toms over in her head. “Kraus….we go get him to save..save the day! Come on!”.. Oh KRAUS! She then grabbed Toms hand and just jumped on the back of the motorcycle and took the helmet tom offered her. She pulled It on her head and then she was confused what to do.. hold ginger tom? With a dirty look on her face she grabbed his waist to hold on tight. She liked ginger tom.. no offense.. but Darlene holding his waist? For her it was pure porn to do so. Then the trembling feeling under her butt, the sound of the engine.. and the smoke that would appear.. They rolled away, hobbling and moving.. (Darlene) ‘’ do you even ride!? Yes?! ‘’ Behind them the cop had noticed “STOP OR I’LL SHOOT!”. Darlene pulled an uh-oh face while screaming. (Darlene) ‘’ NO ANSWER! Go go go go! Now ? please? .. ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar:- Like something out of Matrix, or Diehard. The scene behind Darlene and Ginger Tom, was nothing short of…well freaking spectacular. Masses of cars on fire, human tragedy the scale of which you could not even fathom. Why on earth the police cop didn’t arrest them and least cuff them, remains a mystery, but in his duty to serve, he gave Ginger Tom and Darlene the perfect opportunity to escape the madness. The bike was wobbly at first and darn hard to control, especially with a fidgety Darlene on the back, screaming at Tom to “Go go go go!” And go…he went. The bike picked up speed, as much of the express way ahead of them was clear. All the traffic was banked up behind them. The choppers were now too busy filming the carnage to worry about a motorcycle pulling away from the site at top speed. Who knows what they were thinking. But on the bike, Ginger Tom was a man on a mission. To find Superman. With no mask or guard to help keep the bugs and other nasties out of his teeth as he sped along at 140kms an hour (lol) he would try to yell out back at Darlene. “How far away is Metropolis?…..or do I turn left….at Gotham and find…Batman?” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene was holding tight on to ginger tom while looking back at the cop who seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. She didn’t heard any gunshots and didn’t feel anything hitting her back or what so ever.. so that was a good sign she guessed. But after they hit the speed of 140 Km’s she was getting scared of crashing and had wished the cop would have stopped them and gently gave them a ride to see Kraus. She had her nails buried in tom’s waist being scared to fall off. God she hoped tom knew what he was doing.. and most important where Kraus was.. because she didn’t. No helicopter seemed to be paying attention to the motorcycle speeding off and breaking the speed limits and probably every other rules of driving. They came this far.. they would manage to reach their destination. Superman needed to save the day, he owed it to her. She could vaguely hear tom yelling “……turn left….at…Batman?” Darlene turned her body to the left to see Batman? She just leaned all the way to the left to look at the asphalt and the tree’s flashing by, while leaning she would unconsciously trying to pull Tom with her to the left . But as she searched for batman the speed of the motorcycle and the weather was making it hard. She could feel the wind in her face making it hard to open her eyes. (Darlene) ‘’ I can’t see batman! Where is he? ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar: – The digging of Darlene’s nails into the light fabric of his cloth, did hurt a bit. But that was nothing compared to driving so fast without a bloody helmet. The scene behind them was long gone, and now as the blazing sirens and the sounds of explosions diminished, he started to slow the bike, when Darlene started to pull the bike and him to the left. “ARRRGGHH!” –the scream left his throat before he could think. The girl would pull the bike over at this rate. Taking the nearest turn, it was a dicey situation coming down an off ramp, where there were lights up ahead. Course, it was all written in Czech, and Ginger Tom struggled to read it, being that he was English. “Left..right..uhm…where would Superman go. Uhm…LEFT!” without waiting for a green light, he took off to the left, barely missing a taxi and then righting the bike again as it headed for a township. Superman had to be up this way…didn’t he? But seriously, Ginger Tom was on a mission with only a mad girl on the back with no sense of direction. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Tom slowed the bike down, which was only good now she could pretty much see better where batman could be. She was literally hanging all the way to the left.. until that dork made a left turn, then she nearly dropped off. Clinging on to tom she quickly pulled herself up as the had turned left. She looked over tom shoulder to see where they were heading.. and it was not good. Stop signs in front of them which were red. The huge sign writing in Czech which Darlene could actually read said ‘’ Prague Downtown ‘’. And as quick as she could read it, as quick they nearly bumped on top of a taxi when they hit the red lights. (Darlene) ‘’ EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! ‘’ She buried her head in toms back with force while digging her nails deeper in his chest. But nothing happened.. they drove through the streets, through the public.. as she opened her eyes and stared at her left side she could see average people carrying their grocery and holding their kids by the hand. She could see the shops being open.. small little stores decorated with lights and advertising their goodies. Darlene lifted her head up as she also looked at her right where she could see.. pretty much the same. They truly had escaped the facility, and they were free. Darlene whispered to herself. ‘’ I’m here Kraus.. now where are you? ‘’ –

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was clear that they had just driven into the down town area of Prague, and being on the back of a police motorcycle, probably wasn’t such a hot idea for the runaway mental patients. Least Ginger Tom had the smarts to know when was a good time, to dump the bike. Pulling over behind a shiny BMW, he urged Darlene to hop off, as he tried to get the kick stand to hold the bike in place. Once she got off, he could follow suit. The township was filled with shoppers, and people going about their lives. Normality, well on the surface. Truth was, you really didn’t know what was going on behind the fake smiles and the happy family facades’. Glancing up and down the street, Ginger Tom placed his hands on his hips and whipped his head around in a clockwise motion. “If I were Superman…where would I be? Does Kraus…like shopping?” –he asked of Darlene, his partner in crime. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – As they stopped behind the BMW Tom wanted her to get off. Darlene furrowed her eyebrows thinking hard by herself. Were they already here? Darlene looked around her while getting off the bike and pulling the helmet off her head. She just dropped the helmet on the ground next to her bare feet not really caring for the material. She looked up to the buildings and the people walking around. . “If I were Superman…where would I be? Does Kraus…like shopping?” Darlene glanced at tom while thinking again. She stared around her looking at all of those people making their way through Prague, and through their own lives. She could hear a kid crying over an icecream, and a lady snapping at her husband for eating another hotdog. Soo many people.. soo many people.. Darlene scratched her head while thinking back about the last time she was in between such a crowd and ended up waking up in the back of a police car with blood on her hands. Darlene shook her head a few times trying to think straight. (Darlene) ‘ .. eh .- .. Kraus likes shopping? Yes.. I don’t know, right? Comic stores? ‘’ She took another look at tom. (Darlene) ‘’ I don’t know where Kraus is.. ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar; – What is surprising, is how those that are seen as different, are often given a wide berth by those who are just going about their lives. Clearly, by Darlene and Ginger Tom’s behaviour, the fact they rocked up on a motorbike, and the state of Darlene’s dress, it was clear they were not just your average Prague couple out for a spot of lunch. Clearly, Darlene was as lost as Ginger Tom was. But then out of the corner of his eye, he saw…something wonderful. An Icecream parlour with free samples as it was a new business. FREE? Oh this was too good to be true. With a line up of children and their well dressed parents, who could probably afford a few ice treats between them, it seemed to be the place to go. Suddenly, Ginger Tom forgot ALL about Kraus, and their mission, as the wonderful cheery music was playing, luring folk young and old, like the Pied Piper of Hamlyn. Ginger Tom started his funny walk, still wearing his long doctor’s coat with the toy stethoscope and rubber hammer. Wandering up behind the throng, he may have even looked a bit like a clown, with his crazy way ward Ginger locks. A young girl behind the counter serving, scooped up a double choc and vanilla ice cream and handed it out, only to have Ginger Tom’s hand shoot out and snatch it. A few children cried, one laughed, to see the crazy wild Ginger Tom. He was just happy to be tasting something….better than jello. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Nope, not an ordinary couple at all. As Tom had spotted the ice cream stand with free samples, Darlene was spinning around in circles trying to look for Kraus. The longer they experienced freedom the more it seems as if the Mental facility gave them the perfect home.. they didn’t belonged in the big city after all. As Darlene heard a kid crying she stopped turning in circles and tried to look in the direction of Tom who snatched an ice cream. Angry parents with looks to kill on their faces stared at tom with big eyes.. but maybe due his clothes and his behaviour they were too afraid to do something about it. Darlene nearly losing her balance due dizziness stood finally stable on her feet again. But there was one thing she forgot about.. Darlene crossed her legs tightly and bit her lip. She knew where the toilet was in the facility.. but had no clue where a toilet could be in the open world. With small steps with her legs in a funny position she made her way over to Tom.. He seemed to be forgotten about why they were in Prague downtown in the first place. (Darlene) ‘’ Tom .. Tom .. ‘’ She pulled his lab coat while trying to get his attention off the ice cream. ‘’ We need to find superman remember? ‘’ the pressure on her bladder was becoming way too much. She then released Tom’s lab coat and ducked down pulling the shorts and underwear underneath her dress down to her Ankles. With both hands she kept her dress up while waiting for the sweet sound of pee to fall down on the street. In the hospital nobody ever looked weird at her for it. they were already glad she at least kept her clothes clean. There it was.. warm nice urine falling down on the sidewalk. Now they both had full attention of everyone.. Literally everyone.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The sweet relief that Darlene must have felt that moment as she released her bladder right there in front of a crowded icecream parlour, celebrating its opening. The crowd of children and parents, who were already watching Tom wolfing into the free icecream, then came upon the sight of this full grown woman using the footpath as a lavatory. Bare feet, in what appeared to be some sort of hospital gown. Now, a few of the parents, started to put the two and two together. Clearly, Ginger Tom, while funny looking was no clown Doctor, and Darlene was not his clown patient. One Mother screamed abuse at Darlene. “DIRTY…FILTHY GIRL!” spitting in the direction of Darlene as she took a piss in public. Now the crowd was in an uproar and began shouting curses and foul language at the pair. Ginger Tom, he didn’t see anything wrong with Darlene peeing. Least she was keeping her clothing dry. When the woman spat at Darlene, Ginger Tom did something…unexpected. He looked at the remnants of the delicious ice cream, and then the angry woman’s face. He then broke into a huge buck tooth grin, thinking…if she had ice cream, she wouldn’t be mad anymore. He then pushed the full ice cream into her face directly. ~SPLOOSH!” “Have some…its yummy and make you nice!” A few kids now laughed, as the crowd went into melt down. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Out of the nowhere there was an uproar. A crowd gathered around the two most ‘normal’ people in the street. Curse words were thrown around like sandwiches. A female started to spit while pointing at Darlene. “DIRTY…FILTHY GIRL!”. Darlene rose her head up while looking embarrassed. Darlene softly whispered in confusion and guilt, but not sure what she should feel guilty about. (Darlene) ‘’ What I do? ‘’ she rose up next to tom while without wiping herself between her legs. She pulled her underwear and shorts up and did a small step forwards to get her feet out of the puddle of warm pee. All off the sudden she saw Tom with a idea-face on stepping towards the woman and pushing his ice cream right in her face. Darlene held her laugh as she heard the joyful laughs of the children. But as the woman received the ice cream in her face, her husband next to her wasn’t that happy and laughing.. His muscular body stepped in front of his wife while steam left both of his ears. The man grumbled and made himself taller and bigger than tom which wasn’t too hard. ‘’ Don’t touch my wife again, creep!.. I know you wanted to grope her! ‘’ The crowd as if they practiced gasped and made a ‘’ooooeehh’’ sound while parents already covered their kids their eyes to prevent them from seeing what was about to happen. The muscular husband clenched his fist and without further warning or waiting he swung his fist upwards to aim right under Tom’s chin, hoping it would hit and send tom flying straight upwards.

CharlotteCarrendar:- A circle of people had now gathered around the pair, who were attracting more attention, than flies to a fresh piece of cow shit. The icecream that Ginger Tom had smeared into the angry woman’s face was dripping all over her expensive two piece suit. Clearly it was dry clean only by the way the ice cream was setting into the fabric. The ice cream was not making her look any nicer at all. Fail for Tom. What was worse was the man that the woman used as an accessory, was not impressed to see his woman cop an icecream to the puss. ‘’ Don’t touch my wife again, creep!.. I know you wanted to grope her! ‘’ Ginger Tom wasn’t entirely sure what he was on about. He was only trying to make the woman smile. Where on earth the idea of groping the flat chested monkey came from, he never knew. “I’m not into…shemales.”- Tom declared, much to the anger of the muscle bound brute, who was ready to throw a punch. And just as he did, Tom dropped his toy stethoscope upon the ground. Bending down right at the man made the swing, it hit an old lady square in the chops and knocked her out. Tom stood up suddenly and turned around to see the old duck spread eagled on the pee covered pavement. “That wasn’t very nice. You should try having an icecream.” Ginger Tom then seized Darlene’s hand and decided, now was the time to leg it, before it turned into a brawl. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – “I’m not into…shemales.’’ .. one kid left alone by his parents was laying on the sidewalk. Yes he was laying there close to where the wife was standing.. he was looking upwards. He had followed her legs allll the way up in her skirt to look for some hot panties. As he heard the words of the crazy doctor about not being into shemales the little kid confirmed right before the husband smacked the old lady. (Kid) ‘’ Mister.. mister, this is a not a Shemale. Those are some really nice lips ma’am. ‘’ Ever saw 50% of a crowd went cross eyed? And flailed? Well now you did. Half of the people were paying attention to the upcoming punch, and half were distracted by the kid on the ground peeking. It was even better than meltdowns in the hospital. But as the man threw the punch he felt he had hit something.. something old? Tom had ducked and the man had stumbled to the front hitting an old lady right in the face. The old lady was falling back in the puddle of pee as Darlene had taken a step to the side to make sure she’d hit the urine. ‘ Oh my god! .. oh dear lord.. is she okay? TAKE HIM DOWN! ‘’ Darlene heard the crowd going wild. The official street fight has begun. Fight club is now open! Darlene felt Tom taking her hand once again and next thing she knew they were making their way out through the crowd.. As Darlene pushed away some people and finally escaped the flailing crowd with Tom she suddenly stopped looking at the street ahead of them. Apparently the meltdown had given enough bystanders the reason to call the cops and tell them about two nutty figures in downtown Prague causing a scene. Darlene pulled Tom’s sleeve to warn him for the upcoming danger. Three vans from the mental facility were coming closer.. stopping in the middle of the road. And Jerry was the one stepping out first followed by what seemed to be an army of wards. And if Tom and Darlene looked at their right to the technology store they could see Tv’s set to the news channel showing their faces with the line. ‘’ Escaped from Praque mental Hospital. Darlene Branoff and Tom who had no last name. ‘’ Jerry rubbed his chin while looking back at his collection of wards. “See…wonderful patients…. She said ‘’ he spoke.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Oh it was on. Dirty little boys, peeking up the ice cream covered lady. Brutes knocking out pensioners. People rolling in urine. And this was society at its BEST? It suddenly dawned on Ginger Tom. That the safest place in all the world right this second, was the Mental Hospital. For one….they don’t hit old ladies, and two…they have spoons. Seeing the three vans from the facility coming closer, Ginger Tom was actually happy to see them. He pulled up Darlene and then smiled down at her with a big toothy grin. “Go…go find your Kraus. This world is too crazy for me. I need….to go home.” With that, he would peck Darlene on the top of the forehead, then do a mad wild dash at Jerry, his arms opened wide, before falling to his knees in front of him and declaring loudly. “There’s no place like the Hospital….take me to your leader, Jerry.” He hoped this would distract them long enough, to let Darlene, make her getaway. <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene tried to pull Tom with her to run into a different direction, to get away from Jerry and the wards.. to get away from their destination to be prisoners for life in a mental hospital.. instead of being free like birds.. searching for superman to save the day.. to save their lives. But as Tom smiled at her she knew she had already lost him. “Go…go find your Kraus. This world is too crazy for me. I need….to go home.” She felt how she received an kiss on her forehead.. and then saw how Tom made a dash for Jerry and dropped on his knee’s and asked Jerry to take him back to his leader.. Darlene got the hint and slowly moved backwards.. back blending in the crowd while she threw one last look at Tom, trying to remembering him how he looked like now.. As jerry watched how Tom approached them and then dropped on his knees , Jerry showed off an awful grin on his face.. a grin he rarely showed.. a sinister grin knowing what would happen to both when they would been captured and being back in the Hospital. Jerry gave the sign to the wards standing behind him.. and as a pack of wolves they charged at Tom. It really was one last shot for Tom to get away before the wards would just jump right on top of tom and wildly and violently made sure Tom would regret his choice of escaping. The needles were ready, and no strait jacket this time.. No his feet would be bound in chains, just like his wrist’s. The cold hard steel would close around his ankles and wrist tightly in order to gain complete control over tom. Darlene however made a run for it. on the other side of the crowd she pushed kids, and parents away and out of her path making them fall down on the sidewalk and the street, or bounce against the parked cars. She ran off.. There was no way on earth she was going to let this chance to find Kraus slip through her fingers. Jerry blocked the sun above tom if he would be captured.. (Jerry) ‘’ Nice to see you again Tom.. How does a cold bath of a few hours sound? And after that some shock therapy? Oh .. — and to make sure you won’t attempt to escape again.. a lovely private room where you are being chained to the wall. How does that sound? Mmm?.. ‘’

CharlotteCarrendar:- Regret. Did Ginger Tom have any, to know that he helped Darlene find the pathway that would lead her to Superman or Kraus? None. He had been through all this before, tis why he was the way he was. Jerry, in his sadistic tone, who had now gotten Ginger Tom tied up in steel chains, hands and feet, was lording over Ginger Tom. Threats of the cold ice bath, that would send his testicle so far north that he would think that he could taste them in the back of his throat. Shock therapy? Yes, suffered that before. Every time so many brain cells die, and he slips further and further away from reality. Then lastly, the wall is mentioned. Chained to a wall, like an exhibit animal. Oddly enough, Ginger Tom smirked at Jerry as he was carried away. “There are no spoons.” <3>

MaylionCarrendar: – Before Jerry gestured for the wards to ‘kindly’ throw Tom in the back of the van he grinned at Tom his reaction.. (Jerry) ‘’ No .. and we have lollipops, you already had one before remember.. this one is bigger. Get him in the back, and look for Darlene.. she can’t be far ‘’ Jerry crossed his arms while looking at the crowd who were still in a meltdown. Jerry looked at the wards who one by one made their way through the street to look for the girl. Darlene ran the shit out of herself, down the street in an alley, in another street.. through another alley.. She sobbed while running like a girl lost and trying to find her mother. (Darlene) ‘’ Kraus.. Kraussss.. krauss! .. kraus? Superman?! ‘’ When she left the alley she ended up in an crowded street with, surprise!, a comic book store. Darlene just ran inside and looked around to see if she could find Kraus. –

CharlotteCarrendar: – In the back of the van, Ginger Tom is thrown, landing with a clank and a thud on the cold metal surface. The doors are shut on him, and he sees the fading of light. Darkness. He couldn’t rightly move very much, since of the chain restrictions, and sighs, at what Jerry had said. “I..don’t like…lollypops”- his voice just above a whisper. Sadly, no one heard him. <3>

LadyBelz: Doctor Jackie was walking around the ward, leading a group of interns, showing them the ropes before they began working. She was introducing them to the various patients they would be working with so they would get a feel for their routines and individual personalities. In the far corner of the activity room, writing in a notebook, sat a lone woman. To the naked eye, she looked so out of place among the other patients, she could have passed for one of the staff. With wavy, shoulder length black hair, chocolate skin and dressed in normal clothes, one would wonder if she actually needed to be there. Doctor Jackie spotted her and lead the interns in her direction. “And this, ladies and gents, is Roxanne.” She introduced, rubbing her bearded chin. “What’s wrong with her?” one of the male interns asked. “Watch.” Jackie smirked. She turned to Roxanne, who was now watching them carefully. “Hello, Roxanne. How are you today?” Jackie asked. Roxanne set her notebook down slowly. “I’m fine, Jackie. Who are your friends?” Roxanne wondered. “These guys are new interns. They wanted to meet you and the others. Are they around?” Roxanne nodded. “They’re always around. They might be asleep though.” One bold young man stepped forward and held out his hand. He had liked the look of Roxanne and thought he could score an easy date. “I’m Dirk. Pleased to meet you.” She seemed to look right through him and slapped his hand away. “Son in my day, you talked to a gal’s daddy before you try gettin in her pants.” Roxanne seemed to swell in height and her voice took on some kind of accent. Doc Jackie smirked and turned to her interns. “Ladies and gentlemen, please meet Adelaide.” She turned back to the woman behind them. “Nice to see you again, Addie.” Roxanne snorted and made a face. “Mmhmm. Mangy bunch you got there, Jackie.” Adelaide stated. “They’re just learning, my dear.” Roxanne nodded and went back to her notebook. Jackie turned and led them away. “What’s wrong with her?” someone asked. “Roxie suffers from PTS and MPD. You’ve just met her grandmother personality, Adelaide.” Jackie replied. “How many does she have?” Jackie looked down at her chart. “Last checked there were 6 different personalities, including Miss Addie over there. I would advise you not to be alone with her at any time while you are here. One of her personalities, Rocko, has a violent streak a mile wide and will make every effort to beat you to a bloody pulp before you could call for help. Any questions?” The interns seemed to be frozen in shock and a little bit of fear at that bit of news and no one said a thing. “Great! Let’s head on over to the cafe for some food. I’m starved!” She grinned, walking off.

MaylionCarrendar: – The three vans made it back to the facility as the sun went down and the land was nearly covered in darkness. The vans parked right in front of the door and the wards and Jerry got out of the vans. As they made their way towards the two doors Jerry looked back at the ass of Tom hanging over a ward his shoulder. Tom had a brown sack over his face in order to give him as minimum signals possible. He opened the door and the group entered the building as if they were a gigantic team of Ghostbusters. Proud they at least captured one of the escaped wacky-ones. Jerry lead the wards into the activity room where he gestured to place tom on the ground and stand guard while Jerry prepared a nice cocktail of medication, As jerry was about to make his way to the Nurse room he spotted Roxanne. (Jerry) ‘’ Ah Roxanne, good evening. ‘’ . The ward grabbed tom and pulled him off his own shoulder and let him drop on his butt with the brown sack still on his head. Jerry turned around to the wards while tabbing his chin (Jerry) ‘’ No .. better idea. I can handle Tom.. you two go pull together a team and go back out there to find Darlene.. ‘’ The wards nodded once at Jerry and made a U turn out of the activity room. Minutes later jerry would return with a cup full of medication for Tom and lift the sack off his head while placing the cup against his lips. (Jerry) ‘’ hereeee comes the train ‘’ –

CharlotteCarrendar: – The humiliation of being carried back in with a potato sack on one’s head, was enough to make a person cry. But Ginger Tom was not…any simple person. Years of being abused and in institutions since he was born, he was used to the abuse that was always one hairs breath away. Jerry, seemed to have taken the place of Doctor Morolo when it came to cruelty to patients. And with Darlene still on the loose, he was going to centre his reign of terror on the lanky Ginger nut. Ripping off the bag from Ginger Tom’s head, the menacing face of Jerry appeared, looming over Ginger Tom. A cup of medication aimed for his mouth. ‘’ hereeee comes the train ‘’ – Well today, the train was not going into the station. Ginger Tom refused to open his mouth…at all. He just shook his head back and forth, then you could see the edges of his buck teeth. He found the will and courage to stand up for once, since he helped Darlene find his way to Kraus. Part of Ginger Tom, was a fighter after all. <3>