http://www.rapdict.org/ has a great rap dictionary reference. A local copy so that I can still refer to it when I roleplay is available, but try the main site first.
I wake up to the sound of some sucker screaming. Normally I'd be on my feet and looking for a rumble, but today I can't be bothered. Oh man, I must be sick.
I try and sit up, but I feel dizzy, so I sit back down again.
Lindsey and Renee are bitch slappin' Red who looks dead to the world. Looks like I'm not the only one who is out of it.
The circus goes on for a while before Lindsey warns Olga not to think about the vision she had back near Olga's appartment. Yeah, right. Like I want to go back there. Great. A dead woman walkin' by in a boring corridor. Like I give a #*@(&$ about that. "... vision of heaven.. " I hear Whisper say. Oh great, so if I'm really good, I get the shufflin' borin' place. Looks like I should be a bad little girl then, don't it?
Red goes for a shower and I whine 'till G comes and checks me out. "You look a bit pale."
"Thanks doc."
He check me over some more and goes the grope on my stomach. I get the urge to grab his hand and put it somewhere more interestin' but I think I'd puke if we got freaky and boned. Either that or just lay there like a dead fish and thats not me. I dont do 'wife' play in bed.
A girl's gotta have some kinks she isnt into.
Lindsey aint Whisper any more. She's pushed Olga into the shower and nagged her till to hurry up and stop thinkin' about chess or something. I think chess is like checkers only with different pieces.
We all get bundled off to go see this Madam Say-something. G is his usual gentleman and helps me down the stairs. This is so wack! Inside some part of me is bug freakin' at being so helpless, but most of me just doesn't care. I just so want to be better and back on top or dead and over with.
We get to the shop and go in. People rant and rave to the old chick behind the counter about Em-Tropics or something and she just looks blank. I scope her out to see if she be playin' us, but she seems straight. She gives me a crystal and says it'll make me feel better.
Renee is buggin' about bein' pissed round and part of me is with him, but I say, given all the weird arse voodoo we seen in the last few days, lets give the bitch 20 mins and then we can get to the beatin' and poundin'. I laugh a little. A new patient Cas, who'da thought?
The Renee vrs Olga game continues. Olga gets ripped off by the chick and Renee just fumes. Eventually we pay enough to get to Level 8 and she takes us to her "other shop".
On the way down, Lindsey and Ren start getting all shitty with each other. Lindsey bitch slaps Ren!!!! Cool! Freaky man. I offer G $20 on Lindsey, but he's all "No. Renee will kick her arse." Yeah, right.
We get downstairs and the old lady pops in her chair and seems to change. Oh, ok. Now she's all helpful and knowing. "So, you just a bimbo upstairs, but you're all Yoda down here?" but she ignores me. I'd punch her out, but I don't have the energy.
People start asking her weird arse questions, so I zone and try and listen to dance music. It just doesnt seem to do anything for me, and that is so not me.
Glenn pipes up now and then, but the boy is so not involved in this so I tell him to shut up. Eventually I give him the CD player, "Here, hon, if you learn to dance then maybe there is a chance Ill take you to a club." Glenn grabs the player and the headphones and heads out.
She does some weird voodoo and then says we have 4 problems. 1) some memory cloud thing, 2) somethin's sappin' me dry, 3) some vision of heaven crap, 4) something tainting our souls. I only really follow the first two before the big word count maxs out. Why do these wack arse phools have to say stuff the hard way.
"What problem do you want to deal with first?" Well I'm all up for gettin' better now. Someone comments that maybe this Inquisition mob are using the memory cloud thing to follow us. Yeah, ok. So maybe that's number one then and I'm number two.
People start to bicker over who should be the 'focus' of the group. Yesterday I'd have said Renee in a heart beat, but today Lindsey is given the Doc a good run for his money. Oh just #(*$&@#ing decide. I really dont care any more. So Im sick and having the life sucked out of me, but Im happy to go last if they will all just shut the #*&$(*@# up! Why the #@$&(* am I so cursed?????
Eventually people decide. Renee is the focus and the are going to do 2, then 1, then 3, then 4. 'W'-hatever.
"We will need some blood." Im about to punch my hand into the table when Renee offers a knife. Even better. He takes out some blood and then people start chanting.
The following section is retold in Cas only detail here so shouldnt be read by other players, Lindsey should get some flashes.
The old lady turns to me "Think back to your child hood." I must have been pale already because I feel my skin crawl and my eyes go wide, but noone says anything.
"My childhood...?"
"Yes."
My eyes flip round to the others, but they are just staring at me, waiting. I know the lady expects and answer, but I dont have one to give her.
"Think of something nice from your childhood." I blink and look down at my feet, lost in thought for a bit.
It takes me a while, but eventually I look up. I sniff and tell her "Yeah, ok. Happy thoughts."
Everyone starts chanting and eventually the old lady starts ranting. Suddently there is an impact on my chest and it feels like a tearing sensation something explodes out of me. Or into me.
I rush up to the old lady and drag her out of the chair. I shake her and snap "What did you do to me? Where is it! What the *#&$#$*& was that!!!! What did you DO!"
She just looks confused. Im about to clock her dial when something comes barreling in and knocks me down. I strike my fist down and fold into the blow, putting my weight behind it and I am rewarded with blood and a cry of pain. Jumping to my feet, I take up a defensive stance and scan for my enemies.
Lindsey consentrates and expands her focus... calm...
Suddenly the world starts to clear and Im back in the basement with Red fussing over the old granny and Ren's on the ground crying like a loser. No surprise there. Man, I feel like Ive been wacked with a baseball bat. No, actually this feels more like those bastards who jumped me coming out of DJS's club a few weeks ago and pounded me with planks of wood and whatever else was handy. One of them smashed me in the chest with a brick and it feels like that.
My arm throbs and I check it for damage, but it's clean. Weird. Cant make anysense of that.
Apparently some crap happened and... oh yeah. Guess I should appologise. "Err, sorry lady. Sorry Doc." Renee rants on, but I said sorry, so he has to forgive me.
We do some other chant thing to get rid of the 'memory cloud' thing. Renee looks into a bowl and chants and eventually it explodes and the thing is gone apparently.
Hey, the lady is good. Could be a con, but I feel 100% again, so she wins in my book. She helps with the visions of heaven thing too, but like I wanna think about that again. Death by buracracy. As if. No clubs, no cars, no fights, just shufflin' round. Thats crap. I'm not goin' there again if I can help it. Even in my dreams.
The soul thing she says "come back wednesday" and thats cool with me. I got me a date with some New Inquisition boys and Im gunna introduce them to the concept of payback.
"Hey, plan A, I say we find some new inquisition and teach 'em to leave us alone."
"Yes! Yes and we can ask them questions!" adds Renee.
I just look at him. Geee, I never would have thought of that, honey. I almost say it, but Im in a good mood and if he starts complainin' again, I think Im gunna have to kill him.
We make our way out and I go upstairs to see G asleep with my headphones and CD player. I grab the player and start bopping. Oh man I need to club soon or Im gunna pop.
I grin. Oh yeah, Im feelin' better.
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