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Shit. Ren's snapped and run outside.
I jump to my feet and head on out.
Olga looks over at Lindsey's empty chair and blinks in surprise and then reaches out.
Screw that Im outie.
I head to the front and then I see the waiter guy. Shit, we didnt pay. And this place is going to cost us a fucking fortune. Time to dig out the pile o' dead prez.
I unbuckle my belt and feel in for the secret little pocket I made in my pants. Once the pants come down, checking for bills is usually the last thing on their mind. I reach in under the pocket flap and pull out the bills. Man, it's tighter than it was on the origional cow down there.
The faggy waiter rushes over like he's gunna see something from his worst nightmare. I got the `50% cotton`s on, dickhead, dont worry.
I push the stack of bills into his hand. "Quick, how much?"
I swear the waiter is gunna pop. "Ill just go and add it up."
"Can I have my jumper back?" Campbell asks.
"Now?"
She just looks at me. Fine. Whatever. I hate the fucking thing anyway. I pull the jacket off and Campbell takes it. I start to pull the jumper over my head. A look to terror flashes on the waiters face and he starts pressing the calculator buttons like a madman.
I see a movement out of the corner of my eye and I steal a glance over towards Campbell. That bitch is taking something out of the jacket pocket.
She's so goin' down.
Fuck I hate cops.
Hmm. She's got a gun, but Im close enough. She's old and slow and I could be on her before she could get it out.
I take a look around and what do I see but white folk. Rich white folk at that. That means if I do anythin' the cops would be here in 20 seconds. Then Campbell's cop buddies 'd drag me off somewhere quiet for a beat down for touchin' a cop.
Yeah, been there, done that, not the greatest fan.
Better to wait, I think.
I toss Campbell the jumper and she gives me back the jacket, minus note. I blink, like Im just some whitebread nathan who doesnt notice people stealin' from me.
I smile back at Campbell as she helps me on with the jacket.
The waiter comes back with the cash and I grab the bills and stuff them down my pants back into my stash.
Olga walks up, hand in hand with Lindsey like its fuckin' pride week.
I close my eyes and repeat the mantra, 'I am so not seeing this'. I shake my head and break into a sprint out into the carpark.
Rene is gettin' into the truck, so I head him off at the drive way. He sees me and locks the doors.
He comes driving towards me and for a moment, I wonder what'd happen if he didnt stop.
A voice in my head answers, 'No, not Rene. He'll stop.'
I put out my hands and block the driveway. Rene comes close, but breaks. He's hitting the horn, trying to get me to move, but Im so not movin'.
FUCK!
Rene bounces the van forwards about a foot and the bumper bangs into my shin. Ow. That fucking hurts. I pull back to ease the burning skin on my leg and Rene bounces the van forward again.
I look up, ready to move round the drivers side and punch the window in, but by now, Campbell and Olga and and and and the other one are out. (Im not watching. ImnotwatchingImnotwatchingImnotwatching.)
Campbell opens the door and takes the keys out of the van. Rene is slack jawed, staring at Olga's life partner. Olga and friend get into the van and Rene moves out of the drivers seat into the back.
Campbell gets in and I get in next to her.
We're driving for a little while when there is a rumble in the back. Seems the Doc wants to grab the goodies of poor little LinLinLindsey...
Yeah! I knew he was a perv. He just wants to bone us all and...
No. Rene wouldnt.
Huh? What?
Before I can think any more, LLLLindsey is shouting "What the Hell is going on?"
What the fuck is going on?
My head aches.
We drive for a bit in silence. Fuck that. I dial up a dance channel on the radio, but it just makes my head hurt. Still. Weird. It usually makes me feel better.
"Turn it off. Turn off the music." Olga compains.
Head hurts without music. Head hurts with music. *shrugs* May aswell leave it on then.
Campbell turns the music off. Bitch.
We're quiet for a while before someone spots a drug store so we pull over. Great!
Olga and I pile out and head in to get relief.
Olga gets some water and some industrial strength brain hammers.
When we come out, Lindsey has gotten out of the car. Shes looking pretty freaked. She looks kinda like someone strung out wanting a ciggy. I guess she used to smoke. That'd be what stunted her growth.
I walk up to her and pad my jacket. "Sorry, dont have any."
Lindsey jumps back, "WHAT?!?"
Ooooook. Tense much? Ill spell it out. "I. Dont. Have. Any. Cigarettes."
"WHAT!?" LLindseysey looks like she's about to explode.
"Ok. Whatever." I get into the van. LindLindsey took shotgun in the front, so I jump in behind Queen Bitch Pick Pocket.
We all drug up and start to drive.
After we've been driving for a while, I lean into the front seat.
"Hey, Campbell. You wanna give back whatever it was you took out of the jacket?" I blink my sweet, innocent, little 'or else' blink.
Bitch fingers pulls out a piece of paper and tosses it at me.
I unwrap it and read 'Cas, Meet me at cnr Jackson and Wabash' Where the fuck is that? Way north of home I guess. 'at 1am, let's go dancin' Yes! Score!!
Purple baby, are you just too cool or what?
This rocks. Im Jonesin' to hit the dance floor. These losers aint doin' much for my nightlife, thats for sure.
We pull up near Campbells house and notice flashing blue lights.
Why am I not surprised.
'Silly old Glenn probably forgot the alarm code again?'
Huh?
"No! Glenn!" Rene snaps out. "What are we going to do?"
Campbell pulls round the corner and parks. Someone gets the smart idea of calling Campbells flat.
It rings for a long time when someone answers. Someone gruff and not Glenn. Rene hangs up.
"Ill call his mobile." Rene starts dialing and gets it up to his hear before I snatch the phone from him and hang up.
"Dont mobiles show the number?" I want to add dickhead, but for somereason I dont.
Rene gets out of the car and heads off.
Not again. Man Im gettin' sick of this. I get out of the car and head on after him, ready to stop him if he even thinks of going round the corner.
We get to the corner, but it's too far and we cant see. Campbell comes up and suggests driving to the other end of the street. We agree and get in.
We head round and Rene and I go check it out. I spot Glenn and Michelle being put into a cop car, so we decide to split.
We get driving for a while and chat. Seems Rene couldnt spot the Lexus. I mention Glenn and Michelle and he freaks. "We have to go back for them."
Dumb. Dumbdumbdumb. "No, we have to go find Lindsey." And Michael. "And Michael."
"But where is the Lexus? We have to get it back before they look in the boot."
"It's too early for them to have towed it." Campbell offers.
"What?"
"They wouldnt have towed it before removing Glenn and Michelle. Thats not procedure."
Cops.
Screw this, lets try for the million dollar question. I take a breath and get in before anyone else can bicker any. I lean into the front and look at Lindsey. "Look, block your ears will you?" Lindsey puts her fingers in her ears and starts to mutter. I turn to the others. "Why arnt we using magic to try and fix some of this stuff."
"What?" someone says, but I cant stop and listen or Ill never finish.
"People are screwing with us with magic. We should be using it back. Look, we need to find Lindsey, right? And Michael. Rene, you could do a tracking spell, right?"
"How do you know about that?" Rene says afronted or maybe even confused.
"You got most of the stuff, right? And the books that Glenn and Michelle had in the hotel have the rituals, yeah?"
"Yes, but we're missing some of the items we need. We have most of it back at the hotel."
Olga pipes in, "We need to get out of the hotel by tomorrow morning."
I smile and try and look harmless and friendly, "So, we go to the hotel and get out stuff, then get the rest of what we need and then we can find Lindsey." I avoid looking at Lindsey in the front seat. "And Michael. Then we can go rescue them, right?"
It seems like everyone agrees on the grab the stuff and then hit the spells. Cool! We might actually get somewhere.
Campbell and I go into the hotel and get the stuff.
As usual, Glenn is a mess. I cant believe that he keeps his office like this. I must remember to clean it up again.
We drag the stuff downstairs and return the keys.
When we come back.
We somehow avoid the Burger Queen next to the hotel.
Figuring Im on a roll, I try and convince people that maybe Purple had a good offer, given that we dont seem to use the flashy magic that he wacks people for, but noone else seems convinced.
Campbell snorts that something about me going on a date with Purple.
Blow me, Campbell. I dont read your fucking mail. Plus Purple is way cooler than any of you guys. Screw you cop, maybe I will go on the fucking 'date'.
Yeah. Fuck it. I will.
We dump the stuff in the van and Rene rants something about an ingrediants shop.
We head off down to this shop and get lucky and find a parking spot.
Rene heads into the shop and the rest of us wait outside. He takes a while so I head on in.
Geeks. Magic geeks. All hiding in their corners, trying not to piss on each others territory. Rene's in the middle madly tossing stuff into a basket. Loser.
I head over to grab his arm and drag him out of the shop.
Oooh, look. Dried Chokeweed. Cool. We could use some of that. I grab a baggie. Dried Grave Lichen. Oh and its cheap too. Better get some.
Oh look arnt they cute!!? Kinda like little troll dolls. These are soooooo cuuuuute. Just like those little trolls that we used to have at college. I pull some of the hair out and muss it up. Definatly getting one of these.
I toss all the stuff into Rene's basket and head over to next shelf.
"Cas! What are you doing here?"
"Checkin' on you." I dump an armfull of stuff into his basket.
"What are you doing with that? Why did you get this Taihitian Hair Doll"
"'Cause its sooooo cute. Look." bounce the doll along a shelf.
Rene looks at all the stuff in his basket. "What is this...?" Here we go. Pissed off Rene. "Its.. its useful." he says, surprised.
Rene suddenly looks up at me like he's seen a ghost.
"Yeah? Of course is useful?" I push Rene towards the counter.
Rene just keeps staring. "Claire?"
I stop and look around, but I dont see her anywhere. Whats he on about?
The eyes almost pop out of the head of the short guy behind the desk. "Dr. Saint-Clair. Nice to see you again." He looks over at me. "It's been a while, yes? Your daughters are at college now?"
"Yes, Anabell is going to... Why are you asking about my daughter?"
Duh! 'Cause he thinks your fucking someone elses. I give the guy behind the counter a wink. May aswell build up Rene's rep.
"Er, you want all of this? Ill throw in the doll for your lady friend."
"Hey, look, these are just too cute." I toss another one into the basket. "Ill take another one."
Rene looks at me and then back to the guy behind the counter and he looks about ready to explode, or cry, or run or something.
Rene heads off to the head.
Or so he says. He's looking freaked enough to bolt, so I follow him. The other geeks in the store nod approvingly, assuming that Im off to play with Rene's magic wand.
I catch up to Rene just as he's closing the door. My arrival just makes him look more freaked. For Set's sake you're just making this harder. I chat to him about protection spells for a bit, but he his eyes just go wider so I decide to shut up.
He goes in and I listen outside for the breaking of glass or the sound of him forcing the window, but he doesnt. Im feeling kinda stupid for thinking that now.
We come back out and a couple of the geeks snicker. The guy at the counter has a smile on his face and hands Rene a bill. The Doc just pays his $92.50 and we head out.
The guy behind the counter looks at Rene and then over to me "Come again, Dr. Saint-Clair." Yeah, very funny. "And nice to meet you too."
I flash the guy behind the counter a smile, "Nice to meet you again too." Rene heads out, and so I guess its up to me to scoop up all the boxes.
I make sure to swing my butt on the way out, just to rub in what these guys aint gettin' any of.
When we get outside, Campbell is wandering around the van. Once we all get in, Campbell reports that she has done some voodoo and that the Van has a cold or something. Weirdo.
There was a little bit of excitment when someone suggested that it might have been the metal thing, but it seems not to be. Or atleast not actually metal.
Being in the russian section, we try to find a hotel. The first one doesnt have ajoining rooms, so we ditch it and find another.
We end up in a big ass house called Troika or something. We book in for two days and drag our stuff in. Apparently Olga knows the owner or something. Anyway, we got it all to ourselves.
Im pumped to do the locate spell, but Olga just says she wants to go to sleep.
"Hey, arnt we ment to go find Lindsey? You know our buddy who has dissapeared?"
"Im too tired. I need sleep. We'll deal with it in the morning."
I wanna shout 'no fucking way!', but Im too stunned to say anything before Olga dissapears into her room. "Err."
Rene adds "Im going to sleep."
"But.."
Campbell says "Im going to read for a bit."
Well fuck all you guys. If anyone grabs me and you guys sleep, then you're so going to pay when I get out. Bloody old people. "Hey! Well Im going out. Im going out clubbing."
"Sure."
Campbell heads off to her room to sleep.
Looks like Im stuck in Rene's room. He heads in to goto sleep too.
"Ren. Im goin' out. See you tomorrow. Ill try and be quiet when I get back."
"You're not really going out are you?"
"You're not really going to sleep are you?"
Rene shakes his head and starts to unpack.
Screw this. I head out and grab a key. If Im quick, I can get a taxi and still meet Purple.
Rene sleeps badly.
Olga sleeps well. She dreams of being on a medical table and sees her father and an unknown woman there. She sees chess pieces and wakes up knowing that Lindsey is ok.
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