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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 14, 2015 7:08:20 GMT
Volodja Uljanov still sat behind Wolfram von Eschen's desk, sunken into thoughts and memories, but this time they were about Tommasino Di Angelo, ruthless and calculative, but really romantic mobster, who dreamed about Golden Age of organized crime and treasured memories about it. Tommasino was in love with his profession. It was not a flirt to him, but a true feeling. Maybe that's why he was good at his job - secret of success lies in unconditional love. Artists who calculates how much money he will get for his next painting is a lousy one and his works will never last. You have to love it from the first brush strike to the final one. Only then you won't be forgotten. And Tommasino was an artist in his own way, building the organization like a monument. "When was the first time we met?" Volodja tried to recall. "Oh, yes. Now I remember..."
...It was sleepy and sunny afternoon at "Lombardi’s" which happened to be one of the oldest pizza restaurants in United States, established in 1905. Customers were busy with munching and didn't paid any attention to a small insignificant looking man, sitting near the counter and sipping his coffee. Only really meticulous observer would notice that man was obviously expecting somebody, because glances he threw at the door were well hidden behind the mask of boredom, he wore. Grey concrete like impression didn't left from his even after front door opened and let in another customer - tall handsome man with sparkling brown eyes and blonde hair, who made his way to the counter like he was in home, greeting pizza guy right away: "Buon pomeriggio, Antonio. Come vanno le cose?"
"Salve, Volodja. Tutto va bene. Come stai?" Tony replied immediately while wide smile appeared to his tanned face. "Sto bene, Antonio. Sto bene," said Volodja Uljanov to him, watching how the big guy started to prepare his pizza and stuck it to the oven with a proud smile and served him cup of coffee right after that, so he could enjoy something hot, while his pizza will be ready. Volodja's glance fell to short man next to him, who still peeked at the door. Maybe he could have a small talk with the guy, because Tony was busy already, serving with other customers, who entered after Volodja. It will be worth a try. Little conversation can make time pass faster. Guy was Italian heritage for sure, so Volodja started with couple of formal polite phrases in his not so perfect Italian, but sometimes the gesture is what counts.
Soon they were chatting with Tommasino, that was his name, when Volodja suddenly asked. "You seem to be expecting somebody. Are you sure that I don't disturb you?"
"Not at all, Volodja, not at all. The guy I was waiting is already here," confirmed Tommasino and they kept talking about common things until they accidentally stumbled into a topic which interested Tommasino most - the history of organized crime. Soon they both were busy arguing about that and when they made a bet about the earlier uses of lupara - Italian sawn off shotgun in States, Volodja lost and had to order bottle of vine, because Tommasino managed to prove that killing Police Chief of New Orleans, David C. Hennessy in 1890 is probably most famous documented case. Especially when it caused a riot where 11 Italians, indicted for Hennessy's murder were lynched by angry mob after breaking in to the prison they were held.
After wine and pizza Tommasino revealed that history of organized crime is his passion and that's why he won that bet. Tommasino had encyclopaedic knowledge about every important thing, connected with Cosa Nostra and this time it got him a free meal, excellent wine and great conversation in a good company. But Volodja should know that although he lost the bet, he actually won something more important, because:
"You see, Volodja. I was expecting you. I happen to be an enforcer of one of the local Families and you were getting too close to our business here, so it became unhealthy for you. And I was sent here to deliver you a message you will never forget. Consider it done now, because I feel that this time I got a chance to choose the way to deliver it to you. I chose words instead of violence, because I don't want to break bones of the guy like you, because our time together was most pleasant. They say: "Chi trova un amico, trova un tesoro" ("Who Finds a Friend Finds a Treasure"). And I think that I just found one. You better get going now, but be sure that we will meet again one day and can continue our conversation. That's why I won't say "Arrivederci" but "A presto" to you."
Both of them nodded to each other and shook hands. After that Volodja left pizzeria, leaving Tommasino behind. At the door Volodja turned around and smiled encouragingly to him and rest of the costumers, including beautiful teenage girl, who was sitting there with sad look in her eyes. After doing that Volodja left the place and closed the door behind him...
...Tommasino was right. They met several times afterwards. Especially when Tommasino moved into the West coast and joined the Tarr Family to work himself up from associate to consigliere and every time they met, her and Volodja always had something to talk about and now Volodja even ordered a present for him from the town Freedom. After all - Tommasino was a reasonable guy who followed some code of conduct in post apocalyptic world and maybe he was even too good mobster to hang out with the Tarr Family after all, but at moment there weren't any other options for him.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 14, 2015 14:52:43 GMT
Belle Starr's pretty freckled face kept it's serious mask on as she listened to Atticus, but almost smiled when Atticus described himself as passive, thinking, "Atticus may be many things, but I'll never think of him as passive!" however she said out loud to Atticus, "I'll pass the information on to Law Keeper Cooper, and let him handle it, unless he asks for my help! Don't worry, I'll keep y'all's name out of it, unless he pointblank asks, which he won't, because I don't think he wants to have anything to do with you anymore than you with him!! You two are both my friends, so I wish I could figure out a way for you two to bury the hatchet, other than in each other, but I'll respect both your wishes and won't interfere!"
Belle leaned forward from her perch on the edge of his desk, her blue diamond eyes fixed intently on his as she said, "Listen, it's come to my attention from several reliable sources that I may be a bit too rigid in my white and black perceptions of good and evil, but maybe you have the same problem with the use of force! I mean, it seems to be deadly force or no force at all with you! Maybe we both need to adapt to situations better!"
Belle smiled as she stood up, remarking, "But what do I know? Papa Boudreaux brought me up to be strictly ethical, to choose good over bad every time, and that there was no gray choices, just right and wrong, but I found out recently that he was once the head of Black Ops for VBI! To say I was disillusioned when I found out is an understatement to say the least! So, once again I say, what do I know!"
Just then both Belle's and Atticus' attention were diverted to the door into the War Room as a small Castithan woman entered holding a clothes bag. Lady Christianna walked straight to Atticus' desk, placing the clothes bag as well as the invitation to Ara Shondu's party on top of his paperwork sitting on his desk in front of him saying with her enigmatic smile in place, "Preggers. Want to dance while I can. Meet real people. Take me. Tonight."
Then before he could react, Lady turned on her heel and walked with determination quickly our of the War Room.
"Anywho," Belle began, clearly amused, "I guess we both have a party and a mission to get ready for!"
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In their new car as Marcel was about to start it, a suddenly bored Lena Marr leaned over and undid his belt buckle releasing his already excited manhood with one chalk white hand while pushing back the driver's seat with her other. She then crawled into his lap facing him pulling her dress up to her shapely hips, with her back to the steering wheel, ignoring the pain from the tight fit. As he slipped into her and Lena quickly began to ride him up and down, she whispered two words into his ear, although not the two words he might expect.
Instead of whispering "Love you" into Marcel's ear, she said with a wicked grin, "Crotchless panties."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 14, 2015 15:26:53 GMT
Volodja Uljanov stored papers and left the psychiatric wing, checking Di and Kara on his way again.
"Dear Di. You will be in charge of this department while Wolfram and I are away. I believe that you are more than capable and qualified for that. Secure the holo therapy room just in case and I will arrange couple of orderlies stationed here, so you have some extra hands at your disposal."
"I am capable, Volodja. You don't have to worry about that. Sophie did great work with me, but I miss her terribly. Any chance to get her back soon?"
"Of course Di. One reason I go to that party is getting some additional information about Pyotr Yershov, the computer wizard, who can bring her and rest of our EGO psyche friends back."
"Break a leg, Volodja," said Di to him and added: "But nor on the dance floor." Di smiled to Volodja and gave him a strong hug, before escorting him out. Volodja was on his own again and headed to the garage, making a stop in Medical Bay and borrowing couple of qualified nurses for tonight. After a short chit chat with Dr. Orion, Volodja performed a fast check on one of the patients who suffered from slight panic disorder to return the favour to Dr. Orion right away, calmed him down with a soothing talk and arranged patient's appointment with Wolfram von Eschen afterwards. After that he continued his way, because at moment his tasks in the base were completed and he had to go and spend some money on vanity. His car was on top condition now and fortunately Chris didn't provide his car with dices after all. Being diceless can be really priceless.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 14, 2015 15:56:17 GMT
Marcel was suddenly dragged into the world of women underwear, but Lena's secret was enjoyable and guaranteed him a quick access to the spring of pleasure, although they were pressed together too tight. That's why Marcel opened the door and left the car, Lena hanging on his neck and holding herself in place with her surprisingly strong chalk white hands, while Marcel's tanned ones squeezed her buttocks under her skirt and huge part of him was still inside her. It is useful to have well trained body, because without any effort Marcel manoeuvred them to the front part of the car where he put Lena gently down to the hood and started moving his hips, making Lena to gasp and moan from pleasure. Marcel even found time to look at tied up guy and grin to him, saying: "Watch and learn little man. And quit worrying about the the hood. It is our problem now, because we are going to keep the car to ourselves."
After hour long performance both of them reached to the highest point of pleasure simultaneously and ended up creating muffled voices, because right before reaching to the top, Marcel kissed Lena passionately. After exploding orgasm both of them didn't move for awhile, Lena laying on the hood and Marcel standing between her long shapely legs. After ten minutes or so, Marcel finally pulled himself out from Lena and led her into the car after she adjusted her new dress. Closing door behind her Marcel got back to the driver seat. This time he was able to start the car and they drove to the party, leaving that couple to enjoy the fresh air and company of the vibrating dildo.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jun 14, 2015 20:59:15 GMT
Meanwhile, far off in a Jeffries tube in the Fortress K'shaa, a wandering squibit decided that the insulation around a major electric wire looked edible. If the squibit had been as large as a skittering, the security lasers in the maintenance shaft would targeted and eliminated it as a threat, but this was a small and very hungry squibit. As it chewed down to the wire, it fried to death on the spot, the smell of burned squibit hair permeating the air there. The backup electrical system immediately came on, however the surge was enough to disable the electrical system, including the locks in the newly installed holo-room in the psychiatric wing of the infirmary. As the lights and holo-emitters blinked out, Kara found herself in the dark without the comfort of the holo-baby in her arms,and only the sliver of light outside a now unlocked door to guide her. She opened the door unhindered, finding the hallway outside empty, as this occurred shortly after a shift change, and base staff were either at their jobs or in their quarters or the canteen. As Kara wandered through to the infirmary, tears began to stream from her striking jade colored eyes, whereupon she spotted a tray with sterile surgery utensils placed carefully on it in a methodical order. Kara reflexively picked up a random scalpel from the tray as the young distressed Irathian woman continued on her aimless voyage. Kara stopped suddenly stopped by an open room door, staring into it intently at the huge purple bio-man within, his arm freshly wrapped from his training injury. The attending nurse went to retrieve Dr. Orion to review her treatment of Kaj, since she had never treated a bio-man before, so the giant bio-man found himself alone with the pretty Irathian woman, the spitting image of Erika Widowmaker, only younger, dressed only in a white hospital gown and brandishing in her red clay colored hand a sharp scalpel blade. Kara looked at him with weeping eyes and smiled weakly, saying, "Can you help me find my baby?"  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 14, 2015 23:55:25 GMT
In Medical Kaj is sitting in an exam room with a freshly wrapped wrist, glad his bones aren't as brittle as a puny human's because the doctor said that much force would have snapped a human's wrist, where it only sprained and twisted his big Bio-man wrist. Suddenly a pretty young Irathiant woman wearing a hospital gown and weilding a surgical scalpel is at the open door of the exam room, while he is looking at his wrapped hand. he hears her before he sees her. Kara looked at him with weeping eyes and smiled weakly, saying, "Can you help me find my baby?"
Kaj hears the sad but pretty voice and looks toward the door. Two things immediately come to him. She is a very striking young beauty, and she really needs somebody's help. Kaj gets up slowly so he doesn't risk putting unneeded weight on his wrist, and the huge guy has a lot of weight. He also does so, as not to spook the poor woman. As he slowly approaches her, it dawns on him who the beauty must be and he chastices himself for having thoughts about Erika's MARRIED and mentally troubled daughter. Besides it has only been a week since his last experience with women and love blew up on him, making him feel that it is better for him just to do his duty and protect people and that love has no place for him personally. His place must be to be the loving protector and not be loved personally in return. He can't help but think, "So that's how Atticus must have felt since coming back to Paradise, before meeting Lady." So he better just be the calm and nice Bio-man that he is and not consider anything more than just helping her, no matter how much he would like to have more than just duty and work friends.
However he remains calm as he gently grabs the scalpel and he says, "Please give me that scalpel. Nobody will hurt you while I am here. Then come in and sit down. I will step into the hall and call a friend to help with the babysearch then I will come right back in. Do not worry. We will help you. Just give me one minute, but I do need your name so I can make sure my friend knows who's baby we are looking for."
Kara reluctantly surrenders the scalpel and enters the room with him. She cautiously sits down. As Kaj grabs his hailer she shyly says her name, then makes him promise that he will be right back. He assures her that he will, then he steps out into the hall and closes the door. Kaj then makes a call to Erika. After a few seconds he hears her tired voice saying, "Hello", from the other end.
Then he talks to her. "Miss Widowmaker this is Leautenant Oenfer. I am in Medical because I had a small training accident. However that is not the reason for this call. I know Captain Batman said you are NOT to be disturbed unless he is away but this little dillema requires your help. You see a young Irathiant woman wandered into my exam room and asked me to help her find her baby. I offered to help and then it donned on me who she must be, but I managed to coax her into giving me her name just to be sure. She only gave me her first name, but given that and her looks it was enough. I had no idea that we have a baby on base, or that she may have one with her, which is why I am personally calling you for advice or help. You see the beau....um...lovely... I mean young woman is your daughter, Kara. I must go now. I promised her that I would make a quick call to a friend to help find the baby and then I would be right back to her. I can not leave an upset person alone when they need somebody. That is not right. I will comfort her, but please help if you can. She seems to need contact, but I seem to have issues with making women feel comfortable. Not sure if it is because I look like a purple Frankenstein, or because I was man-made and do not know anything about people outside of a militairy environment, however that is not your problem but mine. I promise I will comfort her in any way that I can, but still had no idea we had a baby on base. So I am not sure how to help there. Other than to have you help. Unless you want me to contact Captain Batman."
After Erika responds to him, they end the call. Then Kaj sees a nurse and asks that he not be disturbed by anybody except a member of command, because he needs a little private time. Then he goes back in the exam room and closes the door. He slowly approaches Kara who is sitting in the doctor's chair. Kaj sits back down on the exam table and just smiles calmly at the girl as he says, "My friend will help us in every way that she can. Do not worry. I will make sure you are safe and that we do evereything that we can to help you."
While talking to Belle, my lovely and pregnant Fiance' Lady Christianna walks in and sets a big clothes bag and party invite on my desk, as she says "Preggers. Want to dance while I can. Meet real people. Take me. Tonight." I smile at her and nod once, and she leaves just as quickly as she entered.
Then I look at Belle, as I glance at the invite. "Well it looks like I am going to a party, although I doubt Miss Shondu wants me there. I just hope whatever is in this bag isn't too dakking fancy and Lady does NOT expect me to go without a mask."
Just then I get several notifications on my console. "Hmm looks like Psychiatric and Medical had a power surge but the backups have kicked in. However some of the sensors in Psychiatric are still down. I will notify Wolfram, since I can't tell if he has a patient in there or when he last did since the powersurge disable the main system's link to psychiatric."
I contact Wolfram and tell him about the power surge in psychiatric. Then I look at Belle. "I am still not sure if Ara actually wants me to show up. However I refuse to tell Lady no about this. She seems to have her heart set on it, so we are going. Now if you excuse me, it looks like several of us have some kind of party to prepare for. Besides there is a report that Kaj went to the Informary with a minor injury and the Medical logs show he is still there. Since you have to go through Medical to enter or exit Psychiatric, I am sure if there is a problem that he will be one of the first to discover it. So let him handle it unless he requests help." I stand and Give Belle a brotherly hug, then grab my helm and put it on. Then I grab the clothes bag and invitation and head to Lady's and my quarters to put on whatever is in the back, hoping I won't regret it.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jun 15, 2015 0:48:33 GMT
"Thank you Lieutenant," Said Erika Widowmaker as she wiped the sleep from her jade eyes, "The baby was a holo-construct that was keeping Kara calm, so something must have gone wrong in the holo-therapy room. Please keep Kara calm, I'll be right there." Luckily, Erika had fallen asleep in her fatiques, so she blurred towards the infirmary, hailing Chris along the way so as to check the holo-therapy room and informing Volodja and Wolfram of what was occurring in the infirmary. Meanwhile in the infirmary, Kara had stopped crying and sat wringing her hands, not sure what to do with them after handing Kaj the scalpel. Her jade green eyes darted from place to place in the room, as if looking for something. Finally her eyes focused on the big bio-man, the edges of Kara's lush lips turning up in a hesitant smile, asking, "You have kind eyes. What is your name? I mean your true name... Your title is Lieutenant. I think... I think my title is... Mistress of Judgment, but I'm not sure anymore... Have you seen my baby?" Then Kara began to cry again, confused about everything, except that the big man was kind and seemed to care.  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 15, 2015 1:36:24 GMT
Kaj looks at the young woman. "Actually my military rank is lieutenant. My title is Chief of Security. However My name is Kaj Oenfer from the now extinct Lincoln line of Bio-men. But you, beautiful Kara, can call me anything that you like. I do not know this Mistress of Judgement and am not sure I ever want to. However I would like to know you, Kara, more, So please do not cry. I do hate seeing such a lovely young woman so upset. Do not worry. I have not seen your baby, but I do have friends helping. I promise we will do everything that we can for you. I will stay with you for as long as you want. Everybody needs love and compassion, as well as friends and family." Kaj then slowly and cautiously puts a chair next to Kara's, then he compassionately puts an arm around her shoulder and gently pulls her to his big chest, mindful of his wrist, and not sure why he is taking the emotional risk, and perhaps physical risk if she is like her mother and doesn't like it or if Erika shows up and dislikes his actions with her vulnerable daughter.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 15, 2015 3:03:17 GMT
"Scheisse," said Wolfram von Eschen hearing Erika's message. "It had to happen on my shift, of course! Volodja is not going to kill me, but that look in his eyes will kill me for sure, because he will blame himself for leaving the base. Volodja must realize that he can't carry the world on his shoulders. What to do?" "Nothing special, Wofram," sounded Volodja's calm voice in hailer, because Wolfram's last question was accidentally said out loud. "All we have to do is inform maintenance team that they will provide us with emergency generators like any decent medical facility possesses, so we can be self sufficient in case of emergencies like that. Ouch!" Last "Ouch!" was a response to a misplaced pin point needle, because Volodja stood in front of the huge mirror while Madame Le Forge was adjusting pieces of Volodja's new tail coat, before sewing them together. Volodja was not sure, what Madame enjoyed more at moment - her work or sight of his slim and well shaped body, because Madame kept explaining, how nice it is that at least some men show a really good taste about everything, including underwear. They already discussed about fabrics and style of his tailcoat and Volodja managed to compliment her and her work in advance, while she was quite satisfied and even excited of having a customer, who was well mannered, had an elegant and what's more important, an expensive taste, and was able to discuss about tailoring as a specialist, so no wonder Madame La Forge misplaced needle or two or three, but he reacted only to first one, because it was too sudden and accepted rest of needle sticks peacefully like a martyr. After awhile Volodja sat comfortably in Madame's own chair, enjoyed glass of wine and local gossip, Madame provided him while madame sat behind her sewing machine. Her witty talk, spiced with charmant French phrases and really observant remarks about local life and people, was entertaining and kept one's mind fresh. After Madame said that she has weakness to chocolate, Volodja excused himself for a minute, went to his Dodge and took out a box of quality chocolates, he took with him after Belle mentioned Madame's preferences and tastes to him back at their fortress. After all - Volodja was going to compliment Madame after she finishes her work. Now he just did it earlier than intended.  After several pleasant moments became time for the grand finale - final fitting and paying the bill. Madame did an excellent work because suit fit Volodja like a second skin and he had even some space to carry concealed weapons with him. Combination of good tailoring and skilful preparations allows one to carry whole arsenal, hidden into a dress suit. And paying the bill...it was not anything heartbreaking or wallet shaking at all, because Madame explained that having Volodja as a sophisticated and witty customer compensates a lot to her, because most of Madame's male customers were so called nouveau riche - tough and rough guys who had money but no taste at all and now she met a really rare bird, so she is willing to accept emotional and intellectual satisfaction as a currency. Especially when Volodja keeps providing her with chocolates in the future and returns to her any time he ever needs a new tailored suit. All he has to do is stop insulting her with paying too much. Madame escorted him personally out and looked after his car when he started to drive back to their fortress. After that she smiled and returned to her trailer to have another piece of tasty chocolate. Or couple of more. Maybe she was just polite to Volodja, maybe she really liked him. Maybe she was kind because she liked the chocolate, Volodja brought her. Everything was possible. While Madame Le Forge enjoyed her chocolates, Volodja enjoyed his lonely ride through wasteland which didn't lasted long and soon he was back at fortress, his car parked into the garage again. Volodja went back to his cabin where he had some rest and couple of good books to read, before he vaporizes under the heavy glance of Ara Shondu. There won't be enough chocolate in the world to rehabilitate himself in Ara's eyes after his previous social faux pas. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 15, 2015 4:56:22 GMT
Marcel Lestrange had some rest too before entering the glamorous social event. He sat behind the starting wheel of their new car and observed traffic. They had to find suitable moment to make their entrance. Since they were anonymous party guests yet, although Marcel intended to play his cards in this territory in the way that next time Lena and him will be among first ones to get an invitation, they needed some more crowd to blend in, stay unnoticed and have a conversation with Trevor and maybe something more, like food, wine, dance and visit to Ara Shondu's treasury.
He took a side look on Lena who looked really adorable and deceitfully sweet and innocent in her new dress, which brought out colour of her eyes and shape of her ample breasts. Lovely sight! After that Marcel looked himself and thought that he should visit Madame Le Forge soon, because she really knew how to make fancy suits and they will need them soon, because one moment he and Lena will have to arrange parties too. Maybe they have to be Borgia style parties first, where fun is part of having serious business, but after that formality they can arrange social events for the sake of just having fun.
"Are you ready, Lena-darling?" Marcel asked. "We are going to make an entrance soon and keep a low profile there. I know that we are the real stars of the evening, but this time we must act quietly, My Love."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 15, 2015 7:23:10 GMT
After I get to my quarters and set my helm on a shelf and put the clothes bag and invitation on the bed, I remove the Trion supporter armor and it's red tunic. I see the blade cut in the tunic and remember the wound I forgot about, since I am so used to wounds. I sit down and repair the tunic with a needle and some thread.
Then I go to Medical wearing my jumpsuit but no armor. I Sit on an exam table in the main room, with the curtain closed and open the top half of my jumpsuit. A nurse removes the wrap and then the gauze on my upper left arm. Seeing that it is healed shut, though not quite completely healed yet, she removes the stitches. The wound now looks like a minor scratch and will be healed real soon. Not knowing there is an issue with Kara that Kaj is handling, I go back to Lady's and my quarters.
I stop in our sitting room first and see that a crate of Irathiant rum had been delivered for me. I open a bottle and drink some. Then decide I need a shower. So I walk into the bedroom and drink some more before closing setting down the bottle. I look around and unfortunately my loving and lovely fiancé isn't there so I will just have to take a boring shower by myself. So I remove my clothes and place them on a chair, throwing my dirty underwear in the hamper as well as the bloody red tunic and dirty pants that I wear under my white Trion Supporter armor. Then go into the bathroom and start the shower. After I enter it, I start washing as I clean and look at my healing cut, and I wonder just what Lady is up to and what is in that clothes bag that she gave me. obviously she wants me to wear whatever it is, although I haven't bothered looking to see just what she wants me to wear.
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Post by Belle Starr on Jun 15, 2015 12:19:33 GMT
"Are you ready, Lena-darling?" Marcel asked. "We are going to make an entrance soon and keep a low profile there. I know that we are the real stars of the evening, but this time we must act quietly, My Love." Lena frowned then smiled wickedly, replying as she secreted her pocket knife in the cleavage of her new gown, wishing she had her razor blade, "I can do quiet. I was a spy." Then she leaned over kissing Marcel passionately on the lips, saying, "For luck, My Love! In case we don't have time later! And because I want to!"  |
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jun 15, 2015 12:49:46 GMT
Lady Christianna sat cooing in a low tone at Shakespere in his cage over at Belle Starr's quarters while Belle got ready in the bathroom. Lady had decided to dress in her party garb at Belle's because she wanted to surprise Atticus with the final results, but also was feeling that her naked body was not as attractive as it once was since she got pregnant. She knew Atticus still loved her and she him, but was afraid that as the pregnancy came to term, he might feel less so, especially as their sex life became nil. Belle had Broderick Smythe pick up both their gowns from Madame La Forge with the promise that he could see them when they were dressed, so Brody sat on Belle's love seat playing a handheld video game as he said not looking up, "I don't know why any one would want to keep a squibit as a pet. I mean, it's a rodent, and rodents are dirty and carry disease and stuff." "Shut it," Answered Lady without turning her pick eyes from the playing squibit, "Makes Belle happy. All that matters." Just then Belle came in from the bathroom wearing her red ballroom gown, smiling hesitantly as she asked, "How do I look? Do y'all think Volodja will like it?   "Wow," Exclaimed Brody as his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open. "Awesome," Replied Lady with her Mona Lisa smile in place. A big smile crossed Belle's beautiful freckled face as she swept an errant lock of blond hair from in front of her big blue diamond eyes, as she said, "Thanks y'all! Your turn now Lady!" Lady went into the large bathroom, showered, missing Atticus' company and their daily ritual, then looked at her blue gown hanging on a hook there, hoping she could do it justice. She had Belle make all the arrangements with Madame La Farge as to the gown, even to taking the measurements, relying on the fact that she always liked Belle's taste in outfits. Lady dressed in the gown then admired herself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. She smiled, enjoying the free flowing fabric that hid her pregancy so well, and the blue color that highlighted her chalk white Castithan skin.  "Double wow," Brody declared, his jaw dropping a second time as Belle clapped her hands in delight. "You look beautiful Lady," Said Belle with a big smile, "You're going to knock Atticus' socks off!" Lady wondered why she would want to knock Atticus' socks off, but merely replied, "Thanks." "Okay Brody! We fulfilled our part of the bargain, now the gals have to put on their faces on, and we sure as shooting don't need an audience for that!" Belle exclaimed as she shooed Brody out of her quarters so that the women could put on their makeup in private. As Belle closed the door on a protesting Brody, Lady said with a confused look in her pink eyes, "But I have my face on!?!?!" |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 15, 2015 13:15:39 GMT
Volodja put his book aside with slight regret and since everyone were preparing themselves already, as he assumed, he had to do the same. After solitaire strip tease, Volodja had a long warm shower. He dried himself really carefully after that, changed his underwear (although it was clean) just in case he gets hit by the car or accidental bullet, so he won't have to die from a shame wearing even slightly unclean underwear during autopsy. After using some cologne he dressed himself to chill and had a vane moment in front of the mirror when he examined himself in a new tail coat.  He decided to wear couple of his decorations from his heroic past as accessories. They actually didn't added anything to him, but they also didn't took anything away either. Now he was ready for the dance. Actually not - he had to practice smiling and keeping his mouth shut, so another five minutes he spend on that and checking his supply of compliments and polite nonsenses, suitable for occasion. Done with that! Now he was ready to shine at the ball, because he already started to feel himself like a real European dandy. Beau Brummell - an English-French cricketer, fashion designer and the arbiter of men's fashion, was the first name to come into his mind. World turned into a vanity fair for tonight and Volodja Uljanov just became a part of it. ______________________________ Broderick Smythe stalked in corridor trying to peek inside Belle Starr's quarters when he felt strong grip on his shoulder and German accented voice shouted right into his ear: "Verdammt! Broderick! Don't you know that peeping girls is...a normal thing to do at your age!" And frightened Broderick heard Wolfram von Eschen's laughter before old psychiatrist continued: "Did you bring me what I asked for? Oh you did! Das ist gut! How much Madame La Forge charged you for that? Nicht schlecht. Don't you worry, junge. You will get your money back after my pay day. Or actually....wait here." Wolfram made quickly in front of Volodja's door and buzzed. He entered after Volodja opened for him and explained: "Volodja, mein freund. I found that Chloe ordered both of us costumes from Madame Le Forge. Do not ask where she got my exact measurements. Maybe she sneaked into my cabin at night. Do not look me like that. Unlike you, I am usually sleeping at nights, so I do not know what is happening. Broderick Smythe fetched them for us and paid for them, because Chloe promised to give him a film, full of beavers, if he does that and pay scrip later. She gave me a holo tape for Broderick. It is a Natural Geographic pre war doc about life of beavers. I had not idea that Broderick loves nature so much, but I still think that trade is sort of unfair, so I actually feel sorry for the poor dummkopf and I would like to return him his money, but I am really short of scrip. Can you help me out? I will pay you back as soon as I can."  Volodja grinned at Wolfram's story and put a scrip roll to his palm, saying: "Take your time Wolfram. At least Chloe kept her part of the deal. Sometimes beavers are just beavers. I think that you can give the tape to Brody for educational purposes and tell Chloe that this time she surpassed herself." Volodja accompanied Wolfram to the door and laughed silently at Chloe's prank. Wolfram gave scrip roll and holo tape to Brody and received two soft packages from him. And then he saw Brody muttering something excuse like and run away towards his cabin with a serious intention to watch the beaver tape as quickly as possible. Wolfram shrugged. He was not sure why the Brody was in such a hurry. Was he really a nature lover or beaver enthusiast? After short moment of wondering Wolfram left to see Chloe and deliver dress to her. After that he will get dressed up for a date too. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 15, 2015 17:08:16 GMT
Marcel finished passionate kiss with a tongue play and after little consideration gave something to Lena, saying: "Maybe you take that switch-blade instead." And he passed Lena a Châtellerault switch blade with engraved ivory handle.  "I believe that you know how to handle one of these," he said. "Little present for you and it didn't cost me a santime (centime), because I pulled it out from my body once, although you should have seen he other guy after I finished him off, using the same knife. It holds highly sentimental value, but I want you to have it. Let us go, My Love." And crazy couple left their car and headed to the Consulate door. Marcel impersonated rich playboy who took his latest young catch to the high society party to show off with her. His muscular figure, well fitting expensive suit, grey hair and handsome face created perfect image of before mentioned playboy. And blue eyed, white haired and shapely Lena was really gorgeous in her red and black dress, which revealed her ample snow white breasts. She looked really...expensive. Only one thing could betray them - glances they secretly exchanged, were full of true love instead of well paid one. Marcel really hoped in his heart that this is a true romance between Lena and him, because first time in his life Marcel had fallen in love. |
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