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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 7, 2015 14:52:19 GMT
 Belle Starr was thrilled when both Atticus and Lady were at her quarter's door. No one had been to visit in her rooms since Vo's death, and she was tired of being alone with just her thoughts and her memories. As Volodja had advised her, she was going to look forward to the future from now on, and not backward into the past. When Belle saw what was in the box, the smile on her freckled face grew even wider as she excused herself to her dressing room to immediately try it on. She looked in the full length mirror, admiring herself in the armor Atticus had made for her. It looked just like the Liberty Trooper armor she loved and which had become iconic to the citizens of Paradise, but it was made to expand so that if she changed into the Were-Volge again, she would not be left naked when she changed back, which had happened a time or two before. Belle noted that the new armor had the added advantage of being more flexible than the old, allowing increased movement even when she wasn't Volged-out. Belle sashayed into the main room of her quarters where Lady sat comfortably close on her love seat, walking like the runway models she had seen when she lived in New York City, unaware that she was attractive enough even now at the ripe old age of twenty-two to be one. Belle had installed in her quarters a dancer's bar so that she could do the exercises she had learned as an amateur ballerina five years ago, and showed her smiling audience that the new armor was made so well that she could do those ballet exercises dressed in it with ease. She did a plié (keeping both feet flat on the floor at all times, bending at her knees), then a releve (starting with the feet together, keeping the knees straight, and lifting the heels high enough so all of her body weight was on the balls of the feet), and finally a saute (leaving the ground by jumping off of both her feet at the same time, and then landing on both her feet at the same time). Finally, she ended her impromptu ballet performance with a triple pirouette.  A red blush crept up Belle's neck to her freckled cheeks as Lady clapped her small alabaster hands in delight at the end of Belle's dance, her pink eyes gleaming with happiness although her smile was enigmatic as always. Atticus smiled slightly, but stayed in the calm resolve fitting to his image as the Harbinger of Death. Still, his smile grew a little wider when Belle ran over to him throwing her slim but muscular arms around his broad neck, hugging him tight and kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you - thank you both - for doing this for me! It means so much to me that you both care!" Belle then hugged Lady too, kissing her on the cheek, being mindful of Lady's pregnancy so as not to embrace her too tightly. Lady hugged her back, whispering into Belle's ear, "Sweeeet look Belle. Love you too." |
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jun 7, 2015 16:02:46 GMT
Erika Widowmaker was still sitting next to her daughter, watching Kara struggle against her bonds when Dr. Wolfram Von Eschlen came to the door, gesturing to her to join him outside Kara's bedroom. Erika reluctantly joined him, still hearing Kara's screams as they shut the door. Wolfram explained his and Volodja's plan to treat Kara with a new holo-program, but was unsure if this was the best of course of action; unsure if two humans, even two so capable as these two, truly understood the Irathiant culture and how it affected their psychology.
Erika wished that they could locate Kara's children and her husband, even though the latter was abusive to his wife, but the information as to their hidden location disappeared with Taffer. She knew Taffer had arranged for their safety, but didn't know where, and that irked her.
After a few moments consideration, Erika made a definitive decision as to her permission as to this new course of treatment, "I trust Volodja implicitly, as does Volodja you. If both of you feel that this is the best way to bring back my sweet Kara, then you have both my permission and cooperation as to it. If I can do anything to help, please let me know. Thank you both, your efforts have not gone unnoticed."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 7, 2015 16:16:30 GMT
Wolfram bowed to Erika gallantly and called to Broderick Smythe right away: "Brody! Have you finished reprogramming of that holo therapy room? Ah so? Fertig. Das ist gut! At least you can pay for Volodja's brandy, you destroyed in canteen, by doing something useful. No - I don't want anything to do with King David and Bathsheba, wife of Uriah. Why I am punished with having a horny teenage boy as my programmer?! But if I used Chloe then...Her innovative approach could cause another great flood." He didn't mentioned his participation in decimation Volodja's quality brandy supplies, when he gave signal to couple of orderlies to roll Kara into holo therapy room, asking Erika to join and explaining on their way: "That geschäftemacher (swindler) Volodja thought that being passive participant won't help Kara very much. She needs to be more decisive to be able of chasing that Queen of the Night, entschuldigen, Mistress of Judgement, out from her system, so we put her through the hell of deciding now, because she becomes an active participant in a situation, we are about to create. Knowing Volodja, he regrets already that he gave that idea to me, but it's too late. We are about to begin." They entered into oriental castle, where crowd watched two women, one resembling slightly Kara and other one certain Mistress, argue over the child. One of the women claimed that the other one, after accidentally smothering her own child while sleeping, had exchanged the two children to make it appear that the living child was hers. The other woman denied this and so both women claimed to be the mother of the living child and said that the dead one belonged to the other. Wolfram turned to Kara, saying: "It is time to decide, liebchen. As you can see, arguing here won't be any help. Only working solution seems to be split the child with a sword, so both of them can have half of the child. As Mistress of Judgement, give the order and that child will be split in a second. Child is a human after all, so it should not matter to you, unless you decide otherwise. Kara might have a different opinion, but she is not here, is she?"  Both women turned their glance to Mistress an Kara's look a like begged: "Oh Mistress, give the baby to her, just don't kill him!" The other one exclaimed firmly: "This child shall be neither mine nor hers—divide it!" Wolfram turned his grey eyes to Mistress as well and waited her decision. |
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jun 7, 2015 18:51:34 GMT
The Mistress of Judgment AKA Kara walked with her head held high, a stern look of regalness about her and picked up the baby, "Neither of you deserve this mewling pup! I will take him and raise him to be a loyal soldier for the Inquisition! Humans, if raised properly, will make fine war dogs for the Votan Collective! Execute both these unworthy bitches, for neither one can even keep her own child safe!" Once she made her pronouncement, she turned her back to those assembled and left the royal room into an antechamber still holding the holo-baby close to her bosom but looked down at the cooing baby and smiled warmly at it.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 7, 2015 19:12:44 GMT
"Ich gratuliere dir Volodja," said Wolfram's voice in hailer. "I failed that task." "You mean that WE failed," replied Volodja calmly. "Maybe, maybe. But we will keep trying. She has her motherly instincts and that's good. Try this move next." Volodja instructed Wolfram a bit more and ended the motivational part of his speech with words: "Wolfram. I admire your wish to handle this practically on your own. My consultation won't count, because YOU are the one on the battlefield right now. Don't you dare to quit now or I will never forgive your duo that you left me without brandy." Wolfram ended the call and said out loud: "Sorry, Kara. Seems that you are too feeble to fight Mistress and according to her logic, you are not able to protect your children, so if you give up, then you don't see them ever again and I can't say what might become from them in future if you are not around to raise your children. Or am I wrong? Should you let yourself to be executed now or do you fight back? Mistress is about to win this moment, so your children might be next Inquisition soldiers, unless you do something about that. Can you imagine what Inquisitors are capable of? A lot of horrible things." Wolfram lowered his voice and said: "Danke schön, Volodja. How I am doing so far? Good? That's good then." ______________________ Volodja sighed. Day seems to become harder than he expected. He sat behind his desk, leaned his handsome face to palm and started to ponder about possible outcomes of that move they made. Rest of things he planned for today, will be postponed. Besides - since Ralph informed him about losses in his brandy cellar, he didn't felt very hungry any more and Ara's card can wait too until they finish with Kara. Maybe Ara will forget his existence and that problem will solve itself. But they can't hope that to happen with Kara's treatment. Wolfram will succeed as long as they keep trying.  |
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jun 7, 2015 19:37:09 GMT
Sandy Bell woke up naked on her back in Volodja's bed all alone. She wasn't upset or even very surprised that he was gone, for she realized he had a lot of responsibilities being one of the command triumvirate for Fortress K'shaa. Sandy turned on her side, her black negligee reappearing with a thought, as she hugged his pillow, exhilarating in his smell there, a mixture of cologne and natural manliness. Sandy grinned as she thought to herself, "I'll be damned glad when I can be reunited with my real body, then like Pinocchio, I can become a real girl, although it was a real boy in his case. Anyway, I'll finally be the woman that Volodja wants and needs, worthy of his love." At that thought, Sandy disappeared from his bed and reappeared in Lady Christianna's EGO implant, exchanging her black negligee for the camouflaged fatigues she wore when on duty as Lady's EGO psyche. Sandy knew she would miss the job of looking over Lady and her unborn twins, but felt her relationship with Volodja often suffered because of it. As she checked Lady and the sleeping twins' vitals, she wondered how their relationship would change once she had a corporeal body again. "Will it be the same? Will I become is significant other here or will we ride off into the sunset together? Or will familiarity breed contempt and he dumps my sweet ass on the doorstep? Damn, things could be worse than me being a holo-lover!" Sandy was a pragmatic at heart, and refused to worry about a situation that might not happen, so she went back to her job, just happy with the memories shared with Volodja.  |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 7, 2015 21:14:40 GMT
As Marcel Lestrange talked to Tommasino D'Angelo by the Tarr Family vendor at The Fork, one of Tommasino's mobsters gestured to Lena Marr to come over. A skinny man only a year older than Lena, Ronnie "The Weasel" Weasley, was already Tommasino's top procurer of hard to get items. Ronnie wasn't know as "The Weasel" because he was a deceitful or treacherous person, although he did have those qualities, but because he looked like an actual weasel. He wore a second hand suit two sizes two big, which accentuated his crane like neck and large head topped with a mop of brown hair on his narrow shoulders. His face was dominated by a large Roman nose with beady brown eyes on each side, a plethora of acne on his ruddy red cheeks above a mouth full of crooked teeth and no chin to speak of.
The Weasel's big nose had a knack of smelling out the location of rare or hard-to-get items, although he often needed help getting them, which is where he had used Lena's skills before, for she had a talent at getting into the places such items were secured and acquiring them for The Weasel's customers. Furthermore, Lena sometimes wanted such an item, either because of a job or on a whim, and The Weasel would get it for her, or at least tell her where it was located. Before she had met Marcel and even before she had taken the security job at Fortress K'shaa, she had requested a very special item from The Weasel that was rare even before the Pale Wars, and finally after calling in numerous favors, he had found the item she had wanted for years. The item was in the small hand sized package wrapped in plain brown paper that he handed her now.
Lena grinned wickedly as she asked, "Is this what I think it is? I asked for you to find it so long ago I didn't think you would ever find it!"
As Lena secreted the package into the depth of her shoulder bag, The Weasel said as he grinned, showing his ragged teeth, "It wasn't easy to get, but that's what you wanted, although I have no idea what you want it for - but then, I usually don't! And now to the agreed-on payment!"
Lena glanced at Marcel nervously, she fished a wad of scrip notes from her handbag then turned her unblinking sky blue eyes back to the Weasel and handed them towards him. The Weasel shook his head "No" vigorously, saying to her, "A deal is a deal! Pay the price we agree on or hand the merchandise back to me."
Lena glanced again at Marcel, finding him fully engaged in discussion with Tommasino, so she grabbed The Weasel's thin pale hand and pulled him into the building and up the ramp to the second floor of the dilapidated ruins the vendor was next to. Marcel saw out of the corner of his eye Lena and the Weasel's retreat into the ruins and up to the second floor, but then lost sight of them. When he got what information he could get out of Tommasino, he followed their trail into the building, curious as to what Lena was up to now.
When Marcel found them, he saw The Weasel leaning up against a corner of the ruined room with his suit pants laying around his ankles, his eyes closed and a look of bliss on his ugly face. Lena was fully clothed on her knees before him, her pretty head bobbing up and down as she gave The Weasel a blow job. It concluded just as Marcel found them, and as Lena wiped a little cum off her lush lips with the back of a chalk white hand, she noticed Marcel staring incredulously at them.
"What's the matter My Love, it's just business?" Asked Lena with a frown, not understanding that he might not approve of her actions.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 8, 2015 4:23:08 GMT
Marcel Lestrange shrugged and said with emotionless voice: "Business it is. Hopefully you don't mind if I will have my own business now. I thought that I....never mind what I hoped for. It has nothing to do with business." After which he turned around and left the place. What ls he could do? It was Lena's decision and Marcel had it coming, when he believed that there were such things as love and dedication. Before to talk with Tommasino again, he will need to be alone a bit to get over seeing that sight which actually hurt him, although he was the first on to deny it. But he can't to do anything to undo that event. He has to accept it and live on with that knowledge. Killing or maiming that epitome of unmanly ugliness won't solve anything. It won't erase anything from his memory. Best thing he can do is to gather himself and finish his business talk with Tommasino after that.
Finding a lonely place Marcel sat down and leaned his jaw to his fist. Over a long time he felt like a living human being and it was painful. And once again he remembered another human being he knew -Volodja Uljanov, who must felt pain a lot, but still kept going. So Marcel can't be less man than him. Usually he was more man anyway, but it still hurt. Especially when one is not used to that. And Moira, instead of comforting him, just grinned and started to play a track, saying that she saved it for an occasion, never believing it will come, but sometimes girl gets lucky.
That was not very supportive action from his EGO psyche, but at least it described his situation perfectly, so he kept sitting there, wondering, what's a boy in love suppose to do.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 8, 2015 6:05:07 GMT
I smile wider at Belle after she hugs Lady and me. "I am glad you approve of the armor and the adjustments I had made to it's flexibility, Starr Eyes. The seamstress and armoror guarantees that it will be as durable as the original, if not more so. I hope you also like the flexible undergarments in the box as well. The seamstress picked the colors and styles and made them herself. I am sure you read the note in the box, so you know I don't have any idea what they look like, nor will I without your approval. However if you don't like them, just wrap them and tell me, and I will have them sent back and replaced with whatever you prefer. I may be a beast of a man, but I am learning that my little sister and my Fiance both deserve the finest fabrics and armors I can get them. As do our children, when they are born.
Dinara loved the dance show by the way Belle. She just hopes that...wait a minute! Dinara I am not saying any of that!"
Just then Dinara, my EGO "sister", apears in holographic form and sticks her tongue out at me. "Then she say, "Fine! For a fighter you are a wuss!" DInara then looks at Belle, and says, "I just told him that WHEN we get Amber back and we BETTER get her back, that after I show her much I love her and have missed her, that I hope you will help me convince Amber to get into some Ballet tights and do some of that dancing for me! She will be sooo hot in them and moves sooo graceful! So do you for that matter!....I meant graceful not hot! I mean you are HOT but I love Amber!.....Uhm uh I mean uh.....you know what I meant! Right?!" Just then Dinara turns bright red with embarrassment and disappears back in my head.
I look at Lady and Belle who are both smiling and I say, "Dak, having a sentient EGO with her own life is hard enough. Having a sentient and emotional teen sister EGO in my head is frustrating as hell sometimes, especially when I know she is currently hurting and I can't do anything about it! Is this what it will be like raising children? Dak! I am glad we have you Belle, as well as the others! I think we will need all the help we can get." I then hug and kiss Lady as I say, "But I love my Snow Angel and our twins so I would never have it any other way."
Just then my hailer beeps, So I answer it. "What is it?....Really?...Wait, a what?...Alright, and you need my help, why?....Fine I will be right there. Contact Chris and have him send a cage over. Do not do anything, other than cage the little thief, until I get there." As I hang up the hailer, I chuckle.
I get up as I say, "Well duty calls although this one is easy, I just need to handle a small issue to keep Kaj and Ralph from hurting each other." I hug and kiss Lady again and say, "enjoy your visit." Then I hug Belle and as I head towards her door, I stop and look at Belle and both women can notice my mischievious grin, as I say, "So Starr Eyes, how would you like a new roommate?" When Belle looks at me carefully, wondering just what the hell I have in mind, I say, "That was Kaj, and no not him. Just let me finish... Apparantly they discovered Ralph's fruit thief. Kaj says, free it. Ralph says gut it with a butcher knife and turn it into dinner, so it doesn't come back. Apprantly the fruit thief is an animal. They say it's a squirbit. So what do you say, Starr Eyes? Want a cute little furry friend, to keep you company? It would sure make my job easier, and you would be saving a life, and getting a new friend at the same time. Tell you what, I will go save the creature from Ralph. Then bring it back here and you can make your decission at that time."
After telling Belle about the hungry little homeless critter, I go to Ralph's greenhouse. They have the squirbit in the cage but are still arguing over it. I say, "Look I will decide what is done with our furry friend, but I do know it will not end up as dinner. Ralph go back to the kitchen and deal with the lunch crowd. Kaj go deal with the security schedules." I look at the squirbit in the cage, then I pick up the cage and go back to Belle's quarters. I hit the buzzer and the women let me in, so they can see the little critter while I wait for Belle to decide if she wants it or not. |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 8, 2015 6:31:05 GMT
Belle Starr laughed when Atticus brought into her quarters the cage with the squirbit, exclaiming, "Of course I'll keep him, he's an adorable little critter, although I'll have to negotiate with Ralph to get some veggies to feed him! Hmmm... I'll think I'll call him... Shakespeare! I actually saw some squirbits playing in a gully in Madera once, and it was so much fun just to watch them - well up until the 99ers attacked me and scared the squirbits away! Anywho, thank y'all for all my presents! And yes Atticus, the underwear was as pretty as it is practical!" Belle went over to small refrigerator taking out a bottle of champagne, then to a cabinet over it taking out three champagne glasses. She filled two but only a little in the third, then handed each a glass, the one with only a taste to Lady since she was pregnant. "Y'all let me propose a toast!" Began Belle, holding her glass of Champagne up, "To new beginnings with old friends! May the team and all of Fortress K'shaa prosper!" Then she added with a giggle, "And of course, a very merry un-birthday to me!" ***** Meanwhile at The Fork, Lena was bewildered at Marcel's reaction to catching her giving The Weasel oral sex on the second floor of the ruins. She knew Marcel was upset by the lack of emotion in his voice when he spoke to her and the way he quickly walked stiff legged away from her after he came upon them as she fulfilled what she saw as her contract obligation. Lena got up, quickly brushing off her knees and followed after him, even though it was obvious he wanted to be alone. He went to a spot away from the throng around the vendor, sitting on a part of the ruins putting his chin to his fist. Lena followed him, a perplexed look on her pretty Castithan face, as she said defensively, "I don't understand why you are upset! The Weasel means nothing to me except as a procurer of rare items, but I was fulfulling a contract I made before I knew you even existed! You told me you were a businessman, so you know the importantance of contracts!" Then Lena reached into her shoulder bag, taking out the small package and quickly tore off the brown paper wrapper revealing a straight razor with a scrimshawed ivory handle. With a flick of her alabaster wrist, it opened up the sharp razor blade, the sun glinting off its surface, causing her to grin wickedly. Lena's long lashed Sky blue eyes got wider as she looked at it, then she stared unblinking at him as she explained, "This razor is so much better than my pocket knife! I can cut a throat in half the time I bet! I asked The Weasel to get this for me months ago, and the price was so cheap! All he wanted was a blowjob, no scrip needed! Five minutes work, tops! In fact with him, I bet it wasn't a minute!" Marcel didn't answer, just sat there unmoving, until Lena rolled her sky blue eyes and threw up her hands into the air, turning her back to him and walking back to the car after she muttered over her shoulder in exasperation loud enough for only him to hear, "I don't get it! I just don't get it! I negotiated a great deal, got a cool rare weapon for next to nothing, and fulfiled my contract like any good business man would do! I don't know why you are so mad at me!" Too upset to drive because Lena knew Marcel was upset with her for some reason and she couldn't figure out why, she slid into their car's passenger seat of the car. She remembered that a half empty champagne bottle was somewhere in the car, and searched until she found it. Lena popped open the cork, taking a mouthful of it and swishing it around in her mouth until she spat it out the open window. She then started to drink gulp by gulp from the open bottle. The champagne was warm and the bubbles were almost all gone, but it served it's primary purpose of washing the taste of The Weasel from her mouth and the secondary purpose of paving her way to getting drunk. As Lena held the bottle with one hand, she flicked open the blade of her new prize, using it to cut a pink line down her snow white forearm. Lena hoped the pain would help her focus the right side of her brain, the rational side, while the alcohol quieted the left side which was overcome with emotional questions. "Why is he so mad at me? What did I do wrong now? I thought he loved me? I gave him all my scrip, what more can I do to show him I love him?" Lena asked herself, finding no answers, for all the voices in her head, including the new one, Hope, were shouting at the same time and she couldn't make out any of their words. Pink tears began to flow from her sky blue eyes down her chalk white cheeks and she cut another line in her forearm horizontal to the first, but a little deeper to increase the pain, hoping to understand what she did so wrong, but not succeeding as she mumbled, "It was just business..."  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 8, 2015 8:57:11 GMT
I look at Belle and smile. "I am glad that you like all of your presents, including little Shakespeare. I am not sure why I chose to save the little guy. However I know he couldn't have a better roommate than you. I even know some guys that would be jealous of this little furball, since he gets to share a room with you and get your affections and they don't. As for getting him veggies from Ralph, I doubt you, of all people, will have a problem there. Besides I am guessing that if you can convince Ralph that Shakespeare is in your custody and his plants are now safe, that he will willingly give you veggies to keep it that way. He appears to be very protective of those plants, like they are his children or something. Anyways that toast is a good idea, and I love the company."
I then grab and raise my champagne glass and toast with Belle and Lady, "To family, friends, great pets and great company, and a place to finally call home. To Fotress K'shaa and it's family of warriors!"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 8, 2015 11:58:09 GMT
Marcel Lestrange finally got himself up and walked slowly to Tommasino, who observed him with narrowed eyes. "Tommasino, my friend. Have you managed find anything or anyone who is capable to fulfil my needs?"
Tommasino kept staring at him, face as blank as piece of paper. Finally he grinned and said: "Well, Romeo. I did met a little birdy who sand me about a VBI underboss, Trevor somethin', at Shondu's Consulate so you can pay him a little visit if you want. Don't let me hold you back and say "hello" to your comare from me, you poor mortadella. Arrivederci, Marcello."
Marcel walked away head way up, while Moira entertained herself by translating mob slang into understandable language, making Marcel to realize that he has lost quite amount of reputation in Tommasino's and his mobsters eyes, because it was him, who declared that Lena's standards about men are sky high now. Another bitter pill to swallow for him, but he didn't let anyone know that it affected him in a bad way. He lost the battle today. Maybe he will win the war eventually, but at moment he felt like Napoleon, retreating from Russia - cold, demoralized and hopeless...
Silently he opened driver's door of their black Dodge Challenger and only thing he said, was: "Tommasino told me about some VBI guy Trevor at Shondu's Consulate. We can drive there and make him talk if you want." He didn't even mentioned methods, Lena can use, because he already knew that his opinions and feelings didn't matter to anybody. He will help Lena to get her EGO implant and EGO psyche as promised and later...he didn't cared what becomes later any more.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 8, 2015 12:18:12 GMT
Volodja Uljanov didn't felt any happier either, when he was busy hanging on his hailer and supervising Wolfram's efforts to undo Kara's brainwash and release her from personality of Mistress of Judgements persona, forced over her own. Still not a sign of progress. But there was not any regress either, so Volodja was excited and concentrated as a coach during final game of the season, where his team is competing for championship. If Wolfram wins the battle, happiness will be overwhelming. If not...then hopefully they are allowed to have another try in a next season.  Voldoja's stomach finally admitted it's existence and declared of feeling hungry, but at moment everything wasn't finished yet, so his late breakfast can wait. And if there will be any reason to drink after completing therapy session, then they will have to do with a bottle of Wolfram's Schnapps. That should make old guy happy that someone is willing to taste his hellish alcohol with him. Especially when Volodja didn't had any brandy left. Coaching work was not only thing Volodja did that morning. He was actually multitasking. First he completed his card to Ara Shondu, thanking her for a lovely evening. Then he sent an order to his newly found friend Henry Pine-Coffin in Freedom, ordering some materials he considered to be necessary for educational purposes and since he was making orders already, he asked Henry to arrange a special order to him as well. And then another one for some handmade items, although he had to ask Henry about local craftsmen and ended up suggesting an idea to promote their local economy and bring back tradition of having printed city guides, so strangers can figure out who is who in town of Freedom and where and what they can buy. Plus list of local landmarks and so on. After that Volodja had intensive discussion with Chris and Zork about his poor Dodge Challenger which he wanted to see in top condition as soon as possible. After arranging all that he felt a bit tired but satisfied. At least something was done now, creating an illusion of functioning system and functional Volodja inside that system. So he sat and waited Wolfram's next call, hoping that it will be happier one than last two ones, using moment to create a lesson plan and wiping sweat from his high forehead. |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 8, 2015 15:03:53 GMT
Silently Marcel opened driver's door of their black Dodge Challenger and only thing he said, was: "Tommasino told me about some VBI guy Trevor at Shondu's Consulate. We can drive there and make him talk if you want."
Tears still flowed from her long lashed sky blue eyes as she cut a third horizontal pink line into her forearm, a bit deeper than the first two, before saying, "I don't want to make him talk, I want to make you talk! What did I do that was so wrong? Why are you acting so strange? I made a good business deal, and got this rare straight razor for next to nothing!
Marcel just sat in the driver's seat, staring out the front window, as Lena's voice became more strident.
"I don't understand!?!?! I love you!" Lena pleaded, "Talk to me please! I'll do whatever you want me to! I gave you all my scrip! I'd give you my life if that is what you want! Is that you want?"
Lena held the straight razor to her chalk white throat, holding it so tight there that a small pink line appeared where she held it, and drops of pink blood trailed down her neck into her ample cleavage, "I don't know how to prove my love for you! I don't know how to love you! If I take my life for you, will I then be able to prove to you that I love you?"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 8, 2015 15:11:31 GMT
"No need for taking your life, Lena. Just don't arrange that kind of deals any more," replied Marcel calmly. "It hurt me more than one way. You kept your part of the deal with that guy. I can understand that as a businessman, but you did it at cost of our relationship and that is painful to me as a lover. That's the point - I wanted you completely for myself, not your scrip, but you just gave yourself to the guy from a past, deciding to be unfaithful to me. How would you feel if I would go and fuck around without you? But I won't do that. That would be too easy and cheesy, but unfortunately I can't do anything any more to change the situation. And I can't do anything at moment to save my reputation. Mobsters already laughed at me at The Fork after I praised you and your standards about your men. So I lost a lot of things, money can't buy me. And I am not sure if I ever win that back I have lost."
After saying that, Marcel concentrated on driving again. To be honest, he felt miserable. His first attempt to achieve something backfired and that means only thing. He won't be able to gain anything here any more, because in terms of tough world he is a loser, like Tommasino told him. He can't close all mouths, he can't improve his reputations and by the rules of business world he must declare bankruptcy now. Nobody respects a man who has been cheated by his partner. Now he can only be hired hand, a pushover, and that was not good at all. Damage was way too big to recover with one day.
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