11 Thursday Sep 2014
Posted in Guilty Pleasures.
On Ellen earlier this week, Minaj kept a jokingly terrified look on her face the whole time she — along with the studio audience — was viewing the clip, but DeGeneres is clearly pleased with the finished project. And who could blame her? As Minaj concludes, “Ellen, you are hilarous.”
Indeed she was. This was fantastic as was Nicki’s reaction. ❤
16 Saturday Aug 2014
Posted in 666 Mockingbird Lane.
Tags
CharlotteCarrendar, creative writing., defiance, drama, Emilia, LadyBelz, music tribute, Rheksas, ritual, story, Underworld, vampires, Vladmir, writing, youtube.
Vlad remained in his seat as Emilia paced and ranted at him. He wasn’t really listening, but thinking of how much he was disappointed in the young woman. He trusted her above all others, had been honest with her from the very beginning and she still did not heed his warnings. He could not recall one single instance in their centuries together where he encouraged her in her current behavior.
“I did everything you ever asked, including tonight, my….Lord. But again, you only care for that….woman. How many years..no how many centuries has it been? Hmm? And you still pine for her…I may be a General…but I am after all, a woman. A woman who has lived all these years loving but one man. My only crime is that I wasn’t enough for you.” And there it was, in the open for all to hear. He continued to stare at her, expressionless as he thought of what he should do. And still she issued ultimatums. “So, you have a choice, my Lord. End this life or banish me. It’s obvious I am no longer of use to you.” And she dared to stand before him, hands on hips, like a nagging fishwife? It was time to teach her who exactly was the Master and who was the Childe in this relationship.
His body was a blur as he launched himself from his seated position. The chair he had been in, slammed backward into the wall, smashing into pieces with the force of his ire. This went unnoticed as he pressed Emilia across the room into the wall, a single hand around her throat, his talons pressed tightly against her skin. His face was inches from her own and she would be able to see the rage in the blackness of his eyes.
“You dare!” he hissed. “I took you in when you had nowhere else to go! Your own pack tossed you aside and left you to die and out of the KINDNESS of my non-existent heart, I claimed you as My Childe! And you would dare challenge me in such a way!?” It had been many years since Vlad’s temper had been let loose in such a way, the last time had been just before he was turned. This was the first time ever that anyone had felt the full force of his rage. Emilia would be his target. “Not once have I EVER lead you to believe there would be more between us! Not ONCE did I give you ideas that I would take you as a lover! Yes, you are valuable to me! Your skills as an assassin are beyond reproach! But you are my CHILDE! And that is all you will EVER be to me!” he snarled.
Vlad had learned a lot about their race over the years and he had decided at one time that he was never going to do to one of his children that he was about to do to Emilia…but she had brought this upon herself.
“Rheksas! I know you are nearby! Present yourself before me!” he commanded, his aura flaring so heavily in the room that the candles that were lit flickered and died, leaving the room cloaked in shadows. He felt, more than saw Rheksas come up from behind him. Vlad kept his eyes on Emilia and spoke the ritual words to bind her lifeforce to that of Rheksas’s, in a sense, giving Emilia to the man as his blood-wife:
He shall take of her flesh
To forge this bond
Of Master to Wife
Blood to Blood
Let him forge this bond
With my curse
Forever more bound
Soul to soul.
We are Immortal.
We are Undying.
And nothing can sever
the bond they have sealed.
So I say it…so shall it be.
As Vlad spoke, his power could be felt exponentially and a thin thread of light, as red as blood began to form between Rheksas and Emilia. It was a power neither of them had felt before and had the effect of like being struck by lightning. It was controlled by Vlad alone, the power commanding Rheksas to take Emilia’s blood, to bind her to him forevermore as his Wife.
CharlotteCarrendar.
Vlad’s Mansion Sitting Room.
Was this to be the end of her existance Years, thousands of years and it had all come down to this moment. The Child deifies the Master. Eyes burning as they stared each other down. But they were not alone. No, for the other in the triangle was watching, waiting in the shadows. Rheksas. The General of Vlad had also watched this game for many centuries, and while his own dead heart did smolder for Emilia he knew that he would never get a look in. That was…until now.
Vlad was fast like lightning off his seat and rocketed across the room with Emilia caught in the grasp of his taloned claw. Defiance would never ever be tolerated, but the girl was of worth, there was no mistaking this. As much as he was angered to the point of just ending her, he also realized that he needed her for her skills and loyalty up till now had been flawless. Struggling beneath the cold clasp of Vlad’s hand, electric blue eyes turned to that of Rheksas who was a looming shadow not far in behind. What was he waiting for? The words of his Master of course. He did not want to see Emilia ended this way, but if it was the will of the Master than so be it.
Emilia’s face was riddled in the foul spittle of the Count’s rage as he berated her as a Master would of it’s child. She had disobeyed him one last time and no more shall she ever think of herself as being anything more to him than a child….a servant. Emilia shivered beneath the Count’s grip as the words rained down and hit her with a torrent to make her see just how she was in her longing for something that could never be. She had remembered when the Count had taken her, when she was abandoned by her own – cast into the wilderness only to be accepted to the Count’s coven with an open hand. Emilia would never bite that hand again.
“Rheksas! I know you are nearby! Present yourself before me!” The Count ordered, still with his taloned hand buried deep around Emilia’s neck.
“My lord, I present myself unto you.” This was said with a bow, as he slowly rose and continued to observe what well could be the General’s end. His eyes locked on Emilia’s, waiting for the end.
It was then, much to the shock of both Generals, that the Count made his will known, and effectively gave the unlife of Emilia to the complete control of Rheksas. Both were struck by the same shock of power that came from the Count’s decree. A fine red line joined each to the other, as their bodies both shook and quaked as though struck by a lightning like force. This blood binding was an ancient ritual, designed to ensure that the bond could never be broken, and each would continue to serve Vlad faithfully for eternity. It also meant that Rheksas would gain the prize he had wanted for so long. It was no secret to the Count of the General’s feelings for Emilia and now she could never say no.
The moment the Count released his grip from Emilia and stepped away, the General Rheksas moved to take his place. Emilia was still pinned hard to the wall as though by the force of the ritual’s words. Rheksas stared back at the Count, almost incredulously, before he moved his right hand up and swept back a portion of Emilia’s hair. How he had longed for this moment. He had touched her before, but only in care of her wellbeing. This was to be the first touch of a husband to blood wife. Eternal servants of Vladmir. Emilia had no say. She could not move even if she dared to try. Her steel blue eyes met with the deep chocolate ones of Rheksas. With speed he came down on her, sinking his fangs into the soft skin of her neck, and started to feed as her arms were seen reaching out around his body, fingers curling ever slightly. Rheksas growled and took her with all the enjoyment of a man that loved the woman that was given unto him. She tasted like no other, and he became almost intoxicated by her, her writhing only exciting him all the more. This would surely be a show to watch and enjoy no doubt.
When Rheksas had taken his fill, he withdrew his fangs and then licked at the wound to make it close over. But still his hands continued to wander over her. She was now inside him, and Rheksas wanted to complete this union of blood in the most intimate way. His lips moved from her neck up to her chin, then closed over her mouth and hungrily feasted on her tongue. Emilia put up little resistance to his intentions. She could no longer fight what was her new Master – her husband. Slowing, the General moved back slightly, and then pressed his lips to Emilia’s forehead, before turning back to his Lord, the Count.
“My blood wife will no longer be a problem to you, my Lord.” Rheksas’s lips were still wet from his new bride’s blood and he licked his lips with a half smile. This had worked out better than he imagined. Rheksas would keep Emila well under his watch, and between them, they would continue to serve the Count as they had done…now without issue. Emila remained quiet, the anger had been released out of her when Rheksas fed. She knew best not to disobey and kept close to Rheksas.
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06 Wednesday Aug 2014
Posted in Bianchi Investigations.
Tags
Bianchi, characters, inspired, investigations, Johnathon, Johnathon Bianchi, modern day, paranormal, role play., Sherlock holmes, story, supernatural, youtube.
Previous history of Doctor Johnathon Bianchi :
Johnathon Bianci is a descendent of the Casterly line of Angels, from so long ago, and he holds a small place in his heart for the one that captured a demon’s heart, Selene. Even though he has only read about his ancestor in books, and scrolls, the tale fascinates him to this day. As the Victorian era is a wonderful time for literature and the rise of the industrial age, he marvels as the changes that are taking place in his world, So much to learn and as they say, knowledge is power.
Having relocated his family to the United States during the 1920’s, the famous Doctor carried out his forensics and supernatural investigations but sadly without the help of his most trusted associate Reginald Blaine, who had died of old age in the 1960’s. Reginald had married Vivenne Westlake, the nosy reporter and had three children to their credit. Over the years, Johnathon lost contact with the descendants of the Blaines as he continued to move his offices around the country. Now having settled in New Haven, he has managed to slip into obscurity as many of those that knew him form the old days had long since passed…or so he thought. Little did he know that the Marulos and the Roxburgs were right around the corner.
Modern Day:
Characters:
Dr Johnathon Bianchi (Angel) – CharlotteCarrendar
Levi Bianchi – Son (Angel) – Open
Genie Bianchi – Daughter (Angel) – Open
Staff:
Miss Nellie – Maid (Angel) – Open or NPC
Cookie – House Cook – (Angel) – Open or NPC
Friends:
Reginald Blaine (Human descendant of the Detective Reginald Blaine) – CharlotteCarrendar
In the setting of beautiful Victorian styled gardens sat Stonewall Cottage. A crackle gravel drive went around large oaks and willows to a double story garage, that was fashioned from hand cut stone blocks. It is in this setting that we find the newly relocated office of one Doctor Johnathon Bianchi. Having lived in various modern apartments in New York, he had moved his family and staff out to the more quaint area of New Hampshire which truly suited the Doctor’s tastes. It had been a few weeks since the Doctor had relocated. His son and daughter – Levi and Genie were yet to join him and his staff as they were tying up loose ends in the city with their jobs and apartments. This was a new beginning for the entire Bianchi clan. Having moved so much since the 1920s, the Doctor felt this was a good move for them all, and there was no doubt in his mind that there was always new investigations waiting for him, no matter what part of the country he lived in.
It was now ten o’clock, and the old grandfather clock in the hall was chiming merrily, as Miss Nellie was working on still unpacking some of the family heirlooms from old tea chests that had come from the mother country. Some of the boxes had not been unpacked since arriving in the US all those years ago, mainly because the artefacts simply didn’t suit the decor of the houses that the Doctor lived in. This cottage suited the Doctor and his collection to a T. Unwrapping a gilded picture frame of the Bianchi family back in the heyday of the late 1800’s, she wistfully stared at the image of the family dressed in smart clothing, with the late Mrs Bianchi looking so happy. Such a shame what had become of her. The Doctor never remarried after she left, and then was found dead in suspicious circumstances. Just another mystery; that the Doctor spent many years trying to solve.
In the kitchen, Cookie was tapping her foot to the latest tune by Katy Perry as she set about preparing a lovely morning tea for the good Doctor. His favourite was buttermilk scones with homemade strawberry jam. The kitchen had all the modern day appliances one would expect from such a house, and Cookie had taken to them with relish. They made cooking all the better and a lot less work for the family Cook, who had been in the service of the Doctor since he was in his twenties. Placing the silver tea pot on the tray, she arranged the scones on a fine porcelain plate, ready to take into the Doctor’s office.
Out on the road that ran past the Cottage, a lone figure stood. Wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with leather jacket, he had a backpack on his back and was checking the address from his cell phone. Glancing up at the plaque that said “Bianchi Investigations”, the young man thought to himself. “Well, this is it.” He walked on through the gates and headed down the gravel drive to the Cottage where he was hoping that all his questions could be answered.
The sounds of a car rolling down the gravel drive slowly became more present and pressing as a 1970 Dodge charger black in color began to pull down the drive way. The driver would slow before pulling up along side the male walking down the gravel drive as the tinted window rolled down to reveal a women’s face. “Hop in…” That was all that she said before she put the charger in park to wait for the male to either get in or continue walking. The women driving the car seemed to be about twenty five years in age if not a little bit younger. She wore a simple black blouse and tight form fitting yoga pants making it seem as if she had just come from a gym or something of that sort. Her name was Genie Bianchi the daughter of Johnathon Bianchi. She had just come from New York and was eager to see her father. Genie was a martial artist at heart and had been partaking in many competitions for such a thing. The thing was she seemed sweet and kind but she had a fighter’s heart and was wiling to fight for those she cared for. As she waited she would turn the radio on and allow her music to play which happened to be her favorite song. What was her favorite song might you ask? It happened to be a song by Linkin Park that was named One Step closer. As the music played she would bob her head along to the beat while drumming her fingers over the leather steering wheel.
Genie’s car.
CharlotteCarrendar.
Reginald turned his head slightly as he heard the unmistakable roar of the dodge as it entered the grounds. A girl with a shock of black hair offered him a ride inside, but Reginald pointed to the main house, and said politely; “I can see the main house just there. Thanks anyways.” As the girl drove off to park her car, Reginald continued to walk, stuffing his cellphone into his jacket pocket. Inside his mind, he could hardly believe he was doing this. Having travelled all the way from Chicago based on the writings in a journal he discovered in his great grandfather’s possessions in an old attic, Reginald was following a dream. Would the people within this house know of his ancestor? The great Detective of Scotland yard. The writings in the journal were like reading a novel, a personal account of his life, and that of his wife, Vivienne Westlake. What struck him most however, was the Detective’s friendship with the Doctor. Doctor Johnathon Bianchi. So much of what was written was almost hard to believe and he was sure that most of the writings never were published, as they were fanciful at best. Supernatural creatures haunting the streets of London town? He had the tattered journal safe within his backpack. Reginald had brought it this far, and he hoped that the ancestors of Doctor Bianchi could shed some light on the mysteries within its pages.
On reaching the front door, he turned his head slightly to see the young girl park her car. Dressed casually, she was a pretty thing, he had to admit. Reginald had an eye for beautiful women, and this girl was intriguing. Standing on the front porch, Reginald raised his fist and knocked twice, before stepping back and waiting for the door to be answered.
When the door opened however, Reginald was taken aback by the sight of the maid. She looked like she had stepped out of the show; Upstairs Downstairs, and was holding an old feather duster in her hand. When she saw him however, the feather duster slipped from her fingers and she clutched her chest. “Saints be alive….” To Miss Nellie it was like seeing a ghost, only…he was very real. Her jaw moved almost of its own accord, as she struggled to find composure. The man looked exactly like the late Reginald Blaine. It had been years since his passing, and yet, here stood his likeness. Reginald was stunned by the young woman’s reaction and took a step forward. “Are you alright, Miss?” Spoken with a distinct american accent, unlike that of his ancestor. Fanning herself, the maid, then nodded rapidly, and asked. “Can…can I help you?” It was an obvious question of course. Reginald then replied. “I’m actually looking for…well, a relation of the famous Doctor Bianchi? I have this journal…” But before he could finish, a deep voice called out from his office.
“Send him in, Nellie.”
Johnathon knew this day would come. He had waited many years.
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Stonewall Cottage and Gardens – Bianchi Investigations.
Genie would shrug before driving off to park her 1970 dodge charger off to the side and out of the way. Slowly she would step out of the car before walking to the door and stopping beside the male. As she waited for the door to be answered she would cast a wary glance at him as if he seemed familiar but she shrugged it off. It was then the door opened to Nellie the maid before Genie slipped passed her and called out. “Father….I’m home..” It was clear Genie had much to tell her father from the way her voice rang out joyous and bubbly. Then with a frown she would stand in the hall before hearing her father call out from his office. Silently she trotted down the halls following his voice before stopping outside the door and knocking politely. “Father? May I come in?”
CharlotteCarrendar.
It seemed that there was not just one at the door, but two. Genie could be heard singing out for her father, after walking past Reginald – who was still waiting to be shown through. Miss Nellie bobbed a small curtsey as she was still very much set in her ways of time past. Reginald had already sort of met the girl in the driveway, and it was clear she was related to the Doctor. Holding onto his back pack strap, Reginald heard the deep toned voice call for him to be shown in. Miss Nellie stepped back and gestured with her hand for Reginald to enter.
“Thank you so much.” Reginald offered as he went to walk past the maid. Miss Nellie asked of him; “Shall I take your bag, Sir?” As it was normal for her to take a guest’s hat, bag and coat. Reginald was not used to this kind of attention and said that he would rather hang on to it. Giving a light nod of her head, Miss Nellie showed Reginald through to the office door, which had the Doctor’s name written on a small plaque on the door. She reached for the door handle and then opened it, for both Genie and Reginald.
Sitting inside at an old wooden desk, that was covered in papers, photographs and odd old cups of tea, was none other than the Doctor. Johnathon Bianchi. The same Doctor who had treated women for hysteria back in the late 1800’s, the same Doctor who had mounted and solved many investigations in the dark back alleys and haunted houses of London and the surrounding shires and towns. The office walls were laden with Doctrates, framed photographs that dated back to the early 1800’s and newspaper clippings of some of the more shocking cases that were ever to be printed. Cookie came in through the side door that was attatched to the Office from the southern end of the house. She spotted Reginald and immediately her jaw fell open. This was going to be awkward. Johnathon could see Cookie’s distress, and cleared a space on his desk for her to put down the tray.
“More cups for tea, Cookie. We have guests.” The Doctor offered, as he then shot a look at Genie and winked. “How was the city, Genie?” He could see by how she was dressed that she had only just come back. Cookie fussed and placed down the tray, before taking up all the dirty cups that the Doctor had scattered all over his office. Every time she looked at Reginald, it was like…she was seeing a Ghost. Reginald was too busy taking in everything. From the decor of the room, to that of the Doctor, who was wearing clothes that were well over a century or more old. Johnathon gestured for Genie and Reginald to take a seat each, while Miss Nellie closed the door to the office. No doubt she would be eavesdropping. This was simply something to incredulous to miss.
Reginald sat himself down in one of the antique velvet covered chairs, but not before removing the back pack from his back and setting it down on the floor near his leg. The journal from his great grandfather was inside. At first Reginald appeared lost for words. It was like he had stepped back in time almost, until his eyes looked up to the top of the display case for skulls and other forensic samples only to see a photograph. His eyes widened as he stared at the photograph for a while. Johnathon could see where the young man was looking, and knew this was when the penny was about to drop.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Doctor Johnathon Bianchi. And yes….that man in the photograph…..is your great grandfather. Detective Reginald Blaine. Scotland Yard.”
Reginald was shocked, to say the least. This was too incredulous to be true. “My great grandfather has been dead for over fifty years. You can’t be the same man he knew. How is it even possible?” Reginald asked. He looked at Genie as if she might know the answers. Cookie coughed and then left the room. She too knew the original Detective and always enjoyed the times he visited the Doctor. They were the best of friends.
The Doctor placed his palms together and drummed his fingers, as he stared the young man, who was a dead ringer for Reg.
“A mystery….to be certain, Reginald. I take it, you have many other questions for me. Don’t worry, we have all morning.”
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25 Friday Jul 2014
Posted in Guilty Pleasures.
Tags
audio reading, blog, Comedy, Ellen, Ellen Degenerous, face book, fifty shades, funny, George Takei, Gilbert Godfrey, Humor, laughs, satire., youtube.
The last few days on face book have been awash with the new trailer for the upcoming Fifty Shades of Grey movie. Course, there is a lot of criticism about the choice of casting, right through to just who will go see it. Previously on my blog I featured a clip of Gilbert Godfrey reading Fifty shades, and I had to admit the idea of listening to him reading the whole book turned me cold. Now for your enjoyment, two of my favorites; Ellen Degenerous and George Takei both have a crack at reading the book.
First Ellen:
Now George:
“Oh myy!”
31 Saturday May 2014
Posted in Aussie Advertising.
Tags
ad, barrel roll, crazy, dancing, fake, girls, plane, roll, stunt, viral, Virgin Airlines, youtube.
I have watched it a few times, and while I know a 707 is capable of a barrel roll, a 747 passenger jet doing one so close to landing is….totally unbelievable. Either a great ad for Kia….or Virgin Airlines. Hehe.
23 Friday May 2014
Posted in Guilty Pleasures.
Tags
Pitman High School, Billie Jean, competition, dance, High School, Michael Jackson, Moonwalk, teen boy, Turlock, viral, young talent, youtube.
Pitman High School in Turlock, Calif. recently hosted a talent rally that was highlighted by one young lad absolutely nailing a re-creation of Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” dance. Even holograms don’t have moves like this dude.
The performance, which starts around the 1:10 mark, has everything you’d want from an MJ tribute: fancy footwork, finger-snaps, leg kicks and precise movements all around. As the YouTube clip confirms, the student with the low hat and single white glove did indeed win the talent competition.
Source : http://www.billboard.com/
09 Friday May 2014
Posted in Guilty Pleasures.
Tags
Eric, giving, homelessness, hope, Humanity, life, Rahat, sharing, Youtube Personality MagicofRahat, youtube.
Last March, Youtube Personality MagicofRahat surprised a homeless man named Eric by purchasing him a fake lottery ticket. Little did Eric know, Rahat had given $1000.00 to a store clerk and Eric’s chances of winning were 100%.
Rahat, who has over three million Youtube subscribers, was hit with a firestorm of messages asking how they could donate to Eric. He set up a crowd funding project to help Eric get back on his feet. The project more than doubled the intended goal of $20,000.00.
When the house was ready for Eric, Rahat picked him up and pretended they were going out to eat. During their drive, Rahat made an unexpected detour by telling Eric he had to grab something at his house. Eric stepped into the home, which he thought belonged to Rahat, only to find out it the home was actually his…
08 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in History has never been this fun.
18 Tuesday Feb 2014
Posted in Guilty Pleasures.
Tags
90, Backstreet boys, Larger Than Life, lyrics, music, popular, song, youtube.
“Larger Than Life”
I may run and hide
When you’re screamin’ my name, alright
But let me tell you now
There are prices to fame, alright
All of our time spent in flashes of light
[Chorus:]
All you people can’t you see, can’t you see
How your love’s affecting our reality
Every time we’re down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life
Looking at the crowd
And I see your body sway, c’mon
Wishin’ I could thank you in a different way, c’mon
Cuz all of your time spent keeps us alive
[Chorus]
All of your time spent keeps us alive
[Chorus]
Yeah, every time we’re down
Yeah, you can make it right
Yeah, and that’s what makes you larger than life
[Chorus]
12 Sunday Jan 2014
Posted in Guilty Pleasures.
