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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #345 on: April 09, 2011, 02:01:14 am »
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #348 on: April 09, 2011, 02:21:05 am »
Martha tucked her three-year-old son into his bright blue coat and put his shoes on the right feet before lacing them up. She smiled at her little darling as he grinned up at her, all dimples.

"Come along, James, it's market day. Mummy's taking you down to the park and then we'll go shopping. You'll be a good boy and stay with Mummy, won't you?"

" 'es Mumma!" James wriggled free of her hug and raced to the door, his little legs flying as his piercing giggles filled their apartment.

With a laugh, she chased after her little racer, grabbing her purse and coat off their hook as she passed. "Run faster, Jamesy! Mummy's right behind you!"

He beat her to the door and she scooped him up, covering him with kisses. Then she opened the door, locked it, and set out to enjoy the first truly gorgeous day of Spring.

.. .. .. .. ..

"Here we are, James! Mayflower Park. Stay close to Mummy until we get there, darling."

"Wanna look at the water, Mumma! Lookit the birdies!"

Martha shaded her eyes and noted with interest the column of gulls out over the water. "Pretty, aren't they, Jamesy?"

"Wanna lookit!" James laughed and took off running again, straight towards the open water away from the park and towards the docks.

"Jamesy! Wait for Mummy!"

She chuckled to herself and went after her boy. After such a long and dreary winter it was so nice to see him enthusiastic about being outside.

Abruptly the gulls changed direction and sped away, slicing through the air. James shrieked his delight, hopping up and down. Martha reached his side, still a safe distance from the water, and clapped her hands.

"Pretty birds, Mumma!"

"Aren't they, James?"

She caught his hand and turned back to the park. "Come along, James. Let's go to the park, now."

"Okay, Mumma!"

He trotted along beside her, happily singing a nonsense song about pretty birds. She smiled and wiped away a spatter of water on her cheek. Rain? No, she noted with relief. The sky was still clear. Spray from the quay? A glance over her shoulder and she stumbled.

"Careful, Mumma. Don't get a boo-boo." James said, hugging her leg.

"Jamesy, how about a race with Mummy? You and I will run for the park and whoever gets there first gets to pick what flavor of ice cream we have after our shopping is done. What do you say?"

"Okay Mumma!"

And James was off, his little legs flying as he raced for the park. His giggles filling the air.

"Run faster, Jamesy! Mummy's right behind you!"

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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #349 on: April 09, 2011, 02:43:07 am »
"Inspector?"

The harried, florid man in question glanced up from his paperwork with a scowl. A new constable stood in the doorway, fidgeting with his cap and wearing a decidedly sheepish expression.

"Come in, come in Constable . . . Wilkins, is it?"

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." Wilkens stepped lively, crossing the office floor and perching almost daintily on one of the two uncomfortable chairs before the Inspector's overfull desk. "Sir, I don't mean to be a bother but the Sergeant said to bring this to you direct."

"What is it, lad? You aren't caught up in something unfortunate, are you? Been spending too much time with the working girls?"

Wilkens startled and stared. "No Sir! It's nothing like that at all. It's . . . it's about the 'special instance' we were told about at shift change last week. Any reports of strange noises or . . . sightings are to be handled as top priority."

The inspector put down his pen, got up and closed his office door. He paused to pull a bottle out of the filing cabinet behind Wilkens' chair before returning to his own.

"Go on, lad."

"It's my son, Thad. You remember his school mate's mum disappeared down by Mayflower Park not long ago."

"I remember. Nasty business. Poor tyke is living with his aunt and uncle in Cornwall, isn't he?"

"I believe you're right, Sir. At first Thad was in a fuss over that. Someone at school's mother is friends with little James's aunt, you know how these things go. Vicious rumors, far-fetched stories. Paranoia turning a simple mugging and slaying into something from the Twilight Zone. Well Thad got it into his head that there are monsters everywhere. We had him set straight but now he says there's something in the school. Several somethings. He thinks he's being followed home. Glowing eyes in the sewers, odd noises, pretty much everything we were told to watch for.

Thad says he can hear them talking when it rains. And Mrs. Wilkens took him to Mayflower Park. An attempt to face fears and all that. Well Thad insists he saw one of the creatures looking up out of the water at him. Took to such a screaming fit he had to be carried home and put to bed."

"I see. You did the right thing, Wilkens, bringing this to me. No matter what it seems like, silly or strange or cruel, we must always do our duty for the greater good."

The Inspector opened his bottle and poured two glasses of Scotch.

"Now you take a bit of this to brace yourself and go on about your day. Don't speak of this to anyone, we don't need more rumors, you understand. I'll take care of it from here."

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir," Wilkens agreed, pouring the Scotch down his throat and jumping to his feet. "I admit I was fretting a bit over this. Thank you for your time, Sir."

"Not at all, Wilkens, not at all. Thank you, in fact." The Inspector smiled until Wilkens had departed, closing the door as he went out into the day. He waited for a count of ten and had two more glasses of Scotch. Then he put away the bottle and pulled a telephone number out of a locked desk drawer and dialed.

"It's me, Sir. Another report. That's ten this week and three today, alone. This one involves Mayflower Park and the school where that young boy, the one with the dead mother, attended. Yes Sir. A constable on my force has a boy there."

" . . . . I understand, Sir. You're right. No matter how silly, strange, or cruel, we must always do our duty. Yes Sir. I'll see to things on this end."
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #350 on: April 09, 2011, 03:23:00 am »
These are great, CPD.   :)
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #351 on: April 09, 2011, 04:12:21 am »
I can't wait to draw this and I'm fucking off for a week  :x

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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #352 on: April 09, 2011, 04:14:40 am »
These are great, CPD.   :)

Thanks, Eater of Clowns.

I kinda wanna swing the arc to where James and/or Constable Wilkins end up with the Paynites and Payne, fighting to save the school from the monsters AND the law enforcement agency . . . but I'm kinda reluctant to cross over into the Paynite arc - stepping on toes and all that.

ETA: I am seeing all sorts of posts on the last few pages of this thread that I did not notice before. Either everyone was posting at the same side or my connex is whack.
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #353 on: April 09, 2011, 04:26:29 am »
Excerpt from personal data storage module 567000TXY

....long ago...

So long ago, I sold my eyes. I sold them so that I might See.

So long ago, I sold my name. I sold it so that I could Know myself and my Enemies.

So so long ago, I just was. I was just like them. I don't even know who they are anymore. All I know is the Enemy. The Enemy and the Fight. The glorious Combat.

So long ago, I searched, and then I Found. It all made sense.

I have slowly sold my eyes, my nose, my tongue, so many senses. Gone, so that I might truly Experience the glories of the Fight.

/////End Session//////

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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #354 on: April 09, 2011, 04:32:13 am »
These are great, CPD.   :)

Thanks, Eater of Clowns.

I kinda wanna swing the arc to where James and/or Constable Wilkins end up with the Paynites and Payne, fighting to save the school from the monsters AND the law enforcement agency . . . but I'm kinda reluctant to cross over into the Paynite arc - stepping on toes and all that.

ETA: I am seeing all sorts of posts on the last few pages of this thread that I did not notice before. Either everyone was posting at the same side or my connex is whack.

You know, I never said Sams is dead.  And I haven't much thought about what to do with him above ground.   :wink:
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #355 on: April 09, 2011, 04:37:58 am »
These are great, CPD.   :)

Thanks, Eater of Clowns.

I kinda wanna swing the arc to where James and/or Constable Wilkins end up with the Paynites and Payne, fighting to save the school from the monsters AND the law enforcement agency . . . but I'm kinda reluctant to cross over into the Paynite arc - stepping on toes and all that.

ETA: I am seeing all sorts of posts on the last few pages of this thread that I did not notice before. Either everyone was posting at the same side or my connex is whack.

You know, I never said Sams is dead.  And I haven't much thought about what to do with him above ground.   :wink:

You wanna run with it or do you want me to?
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #356 on: April 09, 2011, 04:40:00 am »
These are great, CPD.   :)

Thanks, Eater of Clowns.

I kinda wanna swing the arc to where James and/or Constable Wilkins end up with the Paynites and Payne, fighting to save the school from the monsters AND the law enforcement agency . . . but I'm kinda reluctant to cross over into the Paynite arc - stepping on toes and all that.

ETA: I am seeing all sorts of posts on the last few pages of this thread that I did not notice before. Either everyone was posting at the same side or my connex is whack.

You know, I never said Sams is dead.  And I haven't much thought about what to do with him above ground.   :wink:

You wanna run with it or do you want me to?

By all means, if you have any ideas, go for it.   :)
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #357 on: April 09, 2011, 05:30:09 am »
These are great, CPD.   :)

Thanks, Eater of Clowns.

I kinda wanna swing the arc to where James and/or Constable Wilkins end up with the Paynites and Payne, fighting to save the school from the monsters AND the law enforcement agency . . . but I'm kinda reluctant to cross over into the Paynite arc - stepping on toes and all that.

ETA: I am seeing all sorts of posts on the last few pages of this thread that I did not notice before. Either everyone was posting at the same side or my connex is whack.

You know, I never said Sams is dead.  And I haven't much thought about what to do with him above ground.   :wink:

You wanna run with it or do you want me to?

By all means, if you have any ideas, go for it.   :)

Thanks kindly. :) My favorite idea right now involves a hooker.
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« Reply #358 on: April 09, 2011, 05:34:16 am »
Excerpt from personal data storage module 567000TXY

....long ago...

So long ago, I sold my eyes. I sold them so that I might See.

So long ago, I sold my name. I sold it so that I could Know myself and my Enemies.

So so long ago, I just was. I was just like them. I don't even know who they are anymore. All I know is the Enemy. The Enemy and the Fight. The glorious Combat.

So long ago, I searched, and then I Found. It all made sense.

I have slowly sold my eyes, my nose, my tongue, so many senses. Gone, so that I might truly Experience the glories of the Fight.

/////End Session//////

I think this would be a great opener to the whole shebang.
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Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V
« Reply #359 on: April 09, 2011, 06:33:20 am »
Shareese Winters slipped out of the plushly appointed limo, blew a kiss to the man still within the shadowy depths, and closed the door. She watched as the limo drove away from the docks, leaving her alone with the splash of water and the smell of dead fish and shit.

When she was sure her earnest yet innocent 'friend' was gone; Shareese Winters, also known as Tish Ludlow, pulled out a cellphone and called her pimp.

"Hey Daddy. You were right. Payday. I'm taking the rest of the night off, I'll be back in the morning." She kept her voice halfway between a wheedle and a purr. "No, Daddy, I won't give it away for free or spend your money. I already dropped it at the 'bank'. He thought I was taking a powder. Yes, Daddy. Goodnight. Kiss-kiss."

She hung up the phone and shook her head. The man was an unmitigated boor but he did run interference with other hotshot thugs who thought they could run her life better than she did. But it didn't matter. The next eighteen hours were hers. And thanks to all those stupid rumors about 'monsters', the docks were the perfect place for some alone time. None of her regulars would look for her here and Daddy didn't have the brains to track her cellphone even if he thought of it.

Plunking her voluminous gold lamť bag on the ground, she quickly chucked her heels, wig, and jewelry into it. Gone were the luxurious black locks her patrons considered one of her best features. Sheep-shorn blond fuzz stuck out in various tufts. Shareese gave her scalp a brisk rub and scratch, humming under her breath as she slipped on sweat pants before slithering out of her slinky dress. She threw a battered t-shirt on and zipped the bag up. No longer a sleek and pampered Siamese, she looked more like a wiry wharf cat.

Her friends thought she was crazy, both the ones in the trade and out. Ditching a prestigious American college to jump the ocean and take up prostitution at the age of twenty-two was an idiot's move in anyone's book. But she considered it freedom. Bucking the norm. Following her own drummer.

Bouncing on her heels, she boxed with her shadow, ducking and dodging about just to enjoy the movement.

Definitely daft. A whore alone on a dark night in a dangerous territory. Either she had a death wish or she was just bored with living.

But she didn't care what the others thought. Didn't. She picked up her bag, looping it over one shoulder and across her chest and began jogging barefoot - another stupid move - along the waterfront towards Mayflower Park. The wind of her passage on her face was wonderful.

She felt so cocky and reckless that she did not notice she was being paced on either side. One monster jogging between her and the land, another swimming between her and open water.

The one in the water struck first but the one on land was faster.

. . .    . . .    . . .

GAH. Stopping to post this before my computer eats it. Will write the next section shortly. Or longly, whatever. This is the first part of what was going through my brain*, Eater of Clowns. Land monster would be your man Sams, if you don't mind. Or something else if you do.

Spoiler: The hooker dies in the third or fourth block of text.

*Except I keep getting all wordy, trying to turn it into a short story/novella type thing into something streamlined. Great for NaNoWriMo, shitty for short stuff.
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