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*Sigh* Off chasin' the Doc today. I grab the Falcon and roll down to the train station. Oh, thats right..... the crazy old lady last night mentioned something about being watched. Thats why I set the alarm early. Gotta check that out, just incase she ment me too.
I cruise round some quiet streets like I'm out for my mornin' constitutional but I'm lookin' for a tail. Nothin' so far. Hmmm. I'll keep trying and head another station closer into the city.
Hey! I am being followed. And boy is he good. #@$*#@(*$! Looks like Joe Average. Not a brother thou. He fits in great to the 'Hood. Bastard. I wouldn't even be able to spot the prick if it wasn't, like, totally dead on the streets. Oh my god!
Oh well. Time to do that funky Xwing Death Star attack, type skatin'. Must remember to hit TF around the head. Skate down some stairs, round some corners, past the ion cannon and through a station or two. Ill go east and take another line I think.
Give the tail the slip and then take a train to the Doc's place up north. Some swish suburb out in the sticks according to the map (from the address in his wallet). I don't think I've been up that far north.
Sit on the train and watch the world go by. Its cold. Its early. I watch the 9-5 slaves pile in and out. I have to get me some mobile sound. Im so bored. Im sure I can get DJS to hand over some of my fav dance tracks without getting too much blood on the dance floor.
I check security and it seems tight. Fence. Intercom on the door. Hmmmmm. Better not barge in here. I watch for a while but he has probably gone off to work. @#$&!! I took too long losing the tail and playing trains. Bugger. I get some weird looks in this 'Hood when I kick the Falcon into the fence. Jezzus I'm in Ken and Barbie land bigtime.
Skate off down the station. Blonde Ken and Barbies doppin' their brats off at school give me the once over, with the usual slight sneer I notice. Great. Yeah, come on everyone, look at the freak.
Back to the train. Back into the city. Time to check out the Doc's work. Why doesnt he live above his shop like normal people???
Oh my.... Um. Dead center of ca$h-ville. Lake side view. New buildings. Banks. Yuppies. Cafes. 'Latte. BMW's and Merc's everywhere. My stomach growls. May I'll puke my breakfast. I hope I'm not just allergic to money. Ah, nope. Brakefast and skating all over the city. Batteries low. Cant make the jump to light speed. Find a hotdog stand and dock the Falcon. Get a 'dog with everything. I even avoid bitch slappin' the vendor when he tells me the price.
I call the Doc to see if I can see him. I aint going in there without an appointment. Christ. I aint wearing some Versace number costing 6G's so Im like Mz Sore Thumb. They'd probably call the cops if I even walked through the door.
"Ah, Hi. I need to see Doc.. tor Renee Saint-Clare".
"I see, you want an appointment with Dr. Saint-Clair? Ahhh, he doesn't
really do consultations that are not referred from other doctors. Perhaps you
could talk to your local Doctor? What sort of condition do you have?"
"Errr. Ok. Ill call back."
Slam the phone back onto the payphone with a satisfying crack. What a *$#*ed day! What else could go wrong.
Jinx.
I notice some black lexus rollin' round the Doc's place again. Why did I say that?!? I always jinx myself. Stupid. Thats like circle number 5. They passed atleast 3 parking spots, so they aint looking to park. Hmm. Eventually the circling roller parks.
Wait for the Doc. Maybe I can talk to him at lunch. *sigh* I wish I had some music. I try and count the coffee shops but lose count. Oh man, I gotta get me some action. Im getting jumpy. Im so #@$&$ing bored! Someone's gotta pay.
Doc and some noname yuppie jr come out for lunch. Walking. Excellent! Skate down to intercept. Bandit, 2'o clock. Gotta get that tie fighter before it can radio back.
Hmmm. I remember backing TF into the corner. He lashes out at my head to the left. I bow down, raise the back of the broomstick and smack his hand hard. Leaning forward, I drive the front of the stick into his stomach and drive the breath out of him. He folds over, gasping for breath. Kneeling, I swing the front of the stick up and back from his chest and lash up at his head. Yes! Hit! The face, just above the eye. She shoots. She scores. He bleeds.
Oh yeah. Gotta do that again.
I manage a satisfying thump out of Cashboy as I run into the lunchin' Doc. Figure I can pass it off as an accident if he cant see people who dont wear real Rolexs and drive flash cars.
"You! Why are you following me" Great. Popular again. Nice to see you too again, prick. I think about selling off his Amex cards from his wallet.
I tell him he is being followed and he starts ranting again. I plan the rest of my day while he blows hot air. Give him back his wallet, minus expensises. Hmmm thats about $300 clear today. Nice work. Note to self: get his Gatt back. Better warn the others too. Saftey in numbers, as DMS says.
He calms down (well all things are relative) and we arrange to meet at MickyD's in a couple of hours and a talk. He sounds like he's keen to scrape something off his boot. Oh yeah, its nice to feel wanted.
Renee finishes gas baggin' and rushes off to get his avacardo and sea turkey on rye or some such crap. 'Latte drinkin' wanker.
I call the Nark and arrange to meet. Great. Cops. Just what I need. *sigh* Still, if I can get in with the Enemy, then all the better for me. Im probably gunna need it sometime and if I do ever need to smack Renee's head into a brick wall, I'm sure she will cover for me. I mean she met him too.
I cant see any tail on the cop, but its way more busy now. She doesnt seem to have noticed a tail and she notes it down and says she'll tell Dish Girl. She dont know Red's number so I get Red's on her own till friday.
She mentions ritual stuff. I ask if its like ritual murder and she says its magic stuff. Yeah. Right. And Renee things I'm on drugs. "Sure Lady. Just let me off here." She does. Magic. Cops. Doctor. Yeah. What the #@$#*@($ am I on?!?
Skate over to MickyD's and scope the place. #@*($&@#*!!! The tail from this morning is inside. How the #@$@(#$ did he know that I would be there?????!??? Hmmm. Na. Id get arrested if I went in and started snappin' his fingers. Bugger. Gotta interecept Docboy.
"Rant rant rant." starts the Doc. I let him rave and stear him to another Cafe. I'm worried. He's a prat. Great.
Renee agrees that he needs watching. Oh man. Isnt that obvious. $50/day sounds right for spending time in this place. Whats a brother like me doin' in honkey-ville?
He pays for lunch and for a day. Good. Was hungry. Fed the beast. I ask about an expence account for stuff like a mobile, but the cheap prick just doesnt get it. Still I got his cell number to call him direct so I dont have to deal with his phone Barbie.
Man, I'm tryin' to drag our asses out of the fire and the phone Barbie hets, what, 20 G's a year? As DMS says, 10% are everywhere.
He walks off and I settle down to watchin' his place. I wish I had some music. *sigh* Oh man, I got that NIN/Heresy song in my head, but dancin' here would probably just get me arrested. "Oh what rude behaviour". *shakes my head* Oh man, squares-ville ussa.
About 30 mins later his tail drives off from where he parked. I watch some more to see if he is just circiling, but he seems to have gone.
Time to call Mr Nathan. Dumb bastard is in his car. He drove off! He swapped cars from last night and didnt tell me. So much for watching him. I shake my head and debate just dissapearing. Atleast Doc will be first to go if there is a real threat. I can read about it in the paper if it is a danger.
I grab a taxi over to where Nathan is going. Lets see if I got this straight. He is being followed. One of his work mates didnt report in today. He sent another to check and she hasnt been heard of. So naturally Mr Clueless is going to check it out himself. Alone. I warm up for a tumble in the cab on the way over.
Well Doc is runnin' round the house shouting like a moron. I hop out and check out the Doc. Apparently his friend used to live here. Yeah, looks like your friend has brains and decided to move out of of the city. Man, if only I was that smart.
Wonder if we are being followed. I hop up on Doc's car and look round. Cant see anyone... "What are you doing?!? Get off my... " Blah. Blah. Blah. I get off his ride. Man talk about strung. He keep raving and shouting, telling everyone where we are. Man, people dont need to track this fool. You could do it from 100 miles away.
Well wonderboy just walks round the house and then pops down to the cellar. He gets a torch and make like Lucifer. Well he finds his friend. Looks like a knife to the throat. Not much stuggle by the looks of it. Probably didnt have any idea what hit her. Oh man, these people. I scan the basement, feeling a little exposed with Mr NoiseMaker, but the scene seems clean. I get out into the clear anyway. Need some space incase we get into a rumble.
Doc boy passes me the phone and says to call the cops. Naaaa. The man's insane. I call CJ, the Nark instead. She says shes on the way over. Doc sees something and runs off, shouting. Good one. I blend off into the background. Someone is gunna either come and finish him or call the cops.
Number 2. :) The Doc raves at some old biddy. Cops roll up. Cuff him and chuck him in the berry. Oh man this is better than watchin' the tube. Yeah, shout at 'em and threaten 'em. Oh man are you gunna bleed.
CJ rolls up and talks to the cops. She wants some info, so I give her some and she gets the Doc out. See. My luck never holds. *sigh*. CJ takes over and checks out the scene. Doc gets paranoid about his Barbies and runs off to play house.
I hang round the scene, but this isnt as cool as "Law and Order" or "NYPD pigs". Bored. Need the beat, but just got rich white bread burb music floatin' out of some house in the street.
CJ says she is gunna hit the library. Oh thats cool. A geeky nark.
The doc left a message too. I call him back and he says that I gotta go to the Hilton and spent the night. Yeah right. Not for $50 a night arsehole..... Oh man! He doesnt mean screwin'! Oh man! The Hilton! Im like gettin' ready for hyperspace!
TF gets narky about the Falcon. I slip him $50 for the rent and another for the Falcon. That Jabba the Hutt Mother Fucker. Ill get a message to him to check the imperials dont hassle him.
I drop off to DJS' club. Said that I'd heavy for him, but got this swish place to goto instead. DJS takes it cool. Its a shame I could really use the beat.
Train to the hotel. Mr Streetsmart starts crackin' about me lookin' like a cheap ho. Oh man. Repeat the mantra. Crackin' whities in a whitie hotel gets the cops on my arse.
He drags me off and tells me off in a corner. Like way not to be seen. Being, like, all street smart, he says not to follow him up, but rather to wait and come up in 10. "And get some clothes that go down past your navel."
Doc walks off Hmmmmmm. I close my eyes and think of Renee and me in a dark alley. *sigh* Why dont things go my way?!? 30 minutes is that too much to ask? See there isnt a God! Or maybe its just nighttime and that Sun god is on holiday.
I look around, but I got like $200 and I cant go all Jonnathan for that.
10 minutes later, I go upstairs and knock. I hear some french ranting through the door. Yeah, this is the room.
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The door opens and its like Doc boy and two other quacks. Mr Doc (Glenn, G) and Mz Doc (Michelle, DocIcy). G (Glenn) gives me the pimp once over, scopin' my booty. Man I almost want him to try somethin'. I feel like crackin' some heads. Although he is kinda cute. Probably rich too. Man, I'm Jailbait in this room!
What would mum say? Probably "Please dont kill me!". Ha!
Doc Icy just sulks in a corner. She sure is one Icelady. Maybe these rich bastards aint used to having their friends Iced. Yeah, probably it. She looks a little shockie. Get used to it lady.
Doc rants. Doc Icy looks like she wants to pike, Asap. She goes off to sleep. Renee and Mr Doc are gunna share a double bed and I get to share with the Ice maiden. Man I should have guessed about Doc. The wife must just be window dressing.
Renee's got no stayin' power and dissapears to get some sleep. Obviously he is ranted out.
Ive been cruisin' the room looking for somethin' to do, coz I'm bored and restless. I was looking forward to dancing and headbutting some people tonight, but now im here. Never thought that I'd be missin' DJS' scratches when I got the invite to this swish place! Wow. Must tell him. I bet he blushes and goes all quiet like he usally does. It's so cute.
I'm looking in the cupboard and desk draws. Gideons. Great. I notice G's eyes scopin' me out even though he is pretening to read some book.
"Im bored. Lets order another bottle."
"Wanna get a nightcap from the bar downstairs?"
"Na. You lost your street priv's, G. Doc.. err.. Renee. I'm not used to so many quacks in the one room. Im not leavin' the sleepin' beauties alone."
He looks dissapointed and Im still bored.
He puts on that "I wasnt really interested" look that men fake so badly. Actually, it'd be nice to have a sugar daddy from this dumb crew.
"What-cha readin'? Anythin' about this?" spin round an' flash the flesh showin' him the Eye that Doc gets all worked up about. "DocR seems to think that he owns it. He keeps askin' me where I got the design from. What is he a weirdo? How are you mixed up with Dr Stalkie?"
"How do I know Renee? ... uhh... let's talk over there," Glenn says, motioning to the table in the corner, "so Renee can sleep. 'K? I'll order a bottle... what do you drink? I'm betting you aren't too fussy!" He smiles a big, friendly smile.
I smile back, all sweet and innocent. I get that tingling feeling. The combat has started, the opponents move in and start to size one another up....
"Somethin' a little harder maybe. Bubbly just dont give me that buzz, you know?" He starts dialin' and I make myself comfortable.
"You said something about steet privilages? Err what?"
"The Doc checked in here under his own name. Like, anyone lookin' probably knows were we are. You know you people are all, like, out of your depth, don't cha?"
"What do you mean? You think there will be a threat to the group?"
"Well, let me think... one missing Doc, one dead Doc, one tailed Doc. Well Duh!" He looks worried. Ah, didnt mean to scare the poor Nathan. Oh man. "Look, I'll do what I can for ya all. I got no idea what the hell is going on here. I just know that I was eating quietly in some joint and the Doc and some other weirdos rock up. Now Im being followed and its probably because of that. I'm tryin' to work out what sort of trouble you people are in."
"Thats just weird.... How do you know Renee?"
"Well, im, like, having dinner when this old lady rocks up and touches my table and starts ranting about people being followed and all. Other people roll up and... [Basically fill in what happened. Include the fork thing, renee's going nuts at the tat, CJ talking about ritual magic stuff, the lady saying we should be together,]"
He looks thoughtful and changes the subject. Hmm. Somethin' shady going on here and the brother doesnt trust me.
"So, where you from?"
"Direct from heaven, baby!" I go all mysterious. Bzzzzt. Dead end lover.
He pauses and I cant tell if he thinks im telling the truth or just yankin' his chain. "Where do you live?"
"South side. BLAH's ville. Rough 'hood. Lots-o crime and grime. Not your sort of place."
"What you do?"
"Bouncer. Part time."
"No." He's thinking... almost... almost.. "Really?"
I stand and strike a Vogue for him. Like all Jonnathan. Do a flash move or two. "Yeah... wanna try me?"
"Er.. got any other tats?"
"Sure... I got" Someone's at the door. I trot over. A soft knock. I check the hole and its some room service brother. I call G over with a flip of my head and he signs the paper and tips the brother.
I grab the bottle of G, pop the cap and take a swig. He looks a little stunned, but takes it when Ive finished and takes a swig. He's grinnin' like some naughty school kid. Ooooh, "Edge play". Man, he needs to loosen up more.
I ditch some of my skins and take him on a guided tour of my ink. He asks a few questions about the meaning of various stuff and I spin him a line. Dont think he's ready for the truth yet.
Actually he seems hung up on the occult meaning of it all. He gets a bit weirded out by Set and the general Egyptian motif, but by 1/2 way through the bottle, he's chilled out some more and doesnt really care.
From: caligari [To: korg] Also, Glenn probablly fills in some of the stuff about the meanings of the inks. that is, he knows what the meanings are, perhaps more than Cas... Might finish some thoughts. Might not be worth mentioning... |
By the end of the bottle we seem seem to be gettin' on like a house on fire. I think he's mixed up in some of this wacko #@&$. He aint let nothin' specific slip, but just the way he answers....
He also given me the strong impression that Renee is something special. Renee is "The Man". He's knows stuff apparently. They all look up to him. And it seems to be about more than the Doctorin' stuff. G's sincere and not too sentimental - he's been impressed over time. Respect.
For Renee? Go figure.
The bottle is starting to work now. Im getting a bit of a buzz and I notice that G's doing the "shhhhh! *giggle* *giggle*" thing. We try and keep it down because noone wants to want the Doc.
He asks some about DJS' club and I end up trying to introduce G to techno dance steps. He's all touchy-feely now and is stomping round the room like a baboon, havin' the time of his life trying to dance with me without music. I think he's going to wake the others, but he flops into a seat and the sleepies hit before be breaks anything.
He gets that unfocussed smile and the lights in his eyes pop out as the lids fall. All of a sudden he says: "I think I'm gonna..." but luckly he just collapses in a big smiling heap.
#@*$&@#!
I'm all twitchy now.
I pull off his pants, take off his tie and shoes. One, two and a firemans life and he's onto my shoulders and I carry him into Renee's room.
I pop back, fold his clothes and check through his wallet for anything intesting.
Its going to be a long night.
I call for headphones and the room service people seem to think some sort of alien beamed into their hotel. Eventually they roll up and they wont fit into the radio. Great. So its MTV or nothing.
Oh great. A Britteny Spears special. Nothing then. Someone kill me.
Its going to be a long night.
I leave the lights off and sneak into the bathroom and run a bath (slowly). Maybe I can soak the jitters out? The bath finally fills and I make sure the door is open so I can watch over my herd.
I strip and slide into the hot water and my body relaxes in the scaulding water. Ahhhhhhh.
I run through the events of the day in my head. What a weird one.
I hear G move round in the bedroom. Sounds like he's started spinning disks. He's not DJS, but he aint half bad. I get up and walk out to catch some beats. CJ's at the minibar serving Jumbo sized drinks in glasses the size of buckets. Oh yeah! The glass is fosty cool and she tries to shout something to me, but G's really in the swing now and the beats are rockin' too loud. Some yuppie comes over and tries to slime onto me, I spin, grab his wrist and twist until something wet snaps inside. Man that feels good. I look into the glass and somethings moving inside. Its a..., oh shit, its a dead woman. She's had her throat slit. She slides up to the side of the glass and her dead face presses against the side of the glass. Her throat has been slit open in the same pattern as the tat on my back. Someone did some art on this chick.
Her throat-eye opens up and blinks at me. Its alive!!! The glass goes up the celing now, and I push it away. It starts to rock round, tilting. The eye stares and... The glass tips forward... It stares. It blinks. It reads me. It comes closer as the glass tips. The eye catches mine and I am transfixed. It stares at me. Inside me.... deeper still.. the glass starts to fall and the drink floods the room. I start to swim up, gasping for breath.... its cold and my lungs hurt. The dead lady tangles in my feet, pulling me down....
I splash up to the surface in the bath and wake up shivering. I must have fallen asleep. Errrg! The bath is cold. I get up, dry off and go slip into bed.
Screw this...
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