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jack_babalonContinued from here.
Earlier:
The Clairmont Hotel has been recently abandoned and put on the real-estate altar as an offering to the powers of gentrification. Only the hotel’s lounge remains open, eking by on a life-support economy of sleaze kitsch, occasional punk shows and a rowdy karaoke night. Yet there are two guests occupying a single room in the hotel. Cloaked from the uninitiated, the space is actually a memory of itself, a frozen moment plucked from the hotel’s recent past and made accessible only to its sole two inhabitants.
This particular room, in fact, was once rented by G.G. Allin and its status as such lends a mystique of scene legend that powers the magick that keeps it hidden.
Pollen green carpet, mottled with stains whose origins were best left free from speculation. Dust gray walls and peeling wallpaper. The carcass of a television set whose screen has been painted over with white geometric patterns and sigil scrawls. Cramped single bed that could double as a CDC field trip. Scattered vodka and energy drink bottles abound.
Air ripe with spent sex-electricity and a conversation already in progress -
"I know you like to think of yourself as this big bad urban trickster-spirit." Sarah's silhouette, crisp against a stagnant splash of dull russet street light, stretches before the lone window. “But the truth is you’re just a joke nobody gets.”
“Hnh", Adam snorts, "I’m guessing that’s why you get me, then?”
Clever or not, the retort evaporates off the air without an answer.
Splayed in repose before her across the tiny mattress, Adam takes a ponderous drag off his smoke. Sleepless eyes rise and focus on Sarah’s shadow burlesque show. He rides the waves of her curves flowing off her still profile. Pixie framed with two dollops of breasts suspended over a slight paunch. Balanced calmly off the balls of her feet. Pelvis thrust forward in suspended strike. Back and shoulders arched back. Arms straightened over the head, palms upward and linked at the thumb. She resembles, to him at least, a bow aiming an invisible arrow.
She holds the position with ease.
Rhythmic breaths crash slow against the shores of ambient traffic. Beyond that the mere silence of having nothing to say.
“Sooo…?”, Adam ventures impatiently with an unseen roll of his hand.
Sarah’s silhouette melts from arch to shrug with a stifled sigh.
“So…” she steps towards him, until reaching the mattress with her knees, where upon she cat crawls over the body, pausing only when her face hangs inches above his own - “… you’re telling me your plan, your ‘Big Plan’…”
“Our ‘plan’, thank you very much…” Adam interrupts.
And as if he didn’t say a word: “…is that you’re gonna just pop into a room filled with five magicians… by which I mean five of the meanest mother-fuckers in all of Terminus… and take them on single handedly.”
“Noooo... what Imma do is ambush five pretentious pricks who’ve gotten soft off six months of no competition. Crash their circles around them and keep ‘em busy until the cavalry arrives... by which I mean you and then, well, y'know..." Adam pauses to make a gun with his fingers and thumb fires a few shots up at Sarah point-blank, "...wham-bam-thank you, ma’am!”
“Adam…” the name spoken through a snort of disbelief.
“Honey, lissen, we can do this…” Adam snaps a wink between them, “… they’re meeting where they always meet. Right in the heart of the City's Dreaming. They’ll think they’re safe there…”
“Yeah, but…” Sarah tries again without luck.
“… but, what they don’t know is that’s where I’m at my strongest and I’ll have the place ready long ‘fore they get there.”
“Adam!” Sarah snaps.
“What?”
“I don’t want to sound like a bitch here, but, well…”
“’Well’ what?”
“… well, it’s just that you’re a coward, Baby. I don’t mean no harm, but when’s the last time you actually got into a fight much less won one?”
Adam stews in the accusation. Broods loud with sighs. Feels the sting off its veracity. He burns the cigarette down to a stub, reaches through her arms and douses it into an empty Red Bull can.
“We only have one shot at this, yes or no?” Adam asks in monotone.
“Yes.”
“Do you have a way into their meeting place, then?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Because they’ll have it sealed, right?”
“Where you going with all this?”
“Right?”
Sarah bites her lip. Tastes blood and capitulates - “Right!”
“Well I can get in. Because that’s what I do. Now once I do, I’ll be able to take down their seals…”
“But they’ll see you.”
“Yeah, so I better work fast.” Adam looks over her shoulder, out through the window and into the naked possibilities. “Besides, it’s not like I actually have to beat them or anything. All I gotta do is keep ‘em busy until I can get you in there.”
“If! If you can get me in there, and that's one big fucking 'if'..."
"That's my problem. Yours is making sure the 'consiglieres' and envoys and all those other gang related assholes don't interrupt us."
"Shit, Adam. Yeah, okay. But either way you'll be alone up in there… and I'm pretty sure they're not gonna just stand around and let you peel back their protection wards until I can drop in for a visit.”
“I won’t be alone...” Adam smiles without humor, “I got the whole damn city watchin’ my back.”
"Uh-huh..." Sarah's clearly unimpressed with Adam's newfound bravado.
"You got a better plan then?"
She had a few actually. Picking the Five off one at a time before the meeting even started being top of the list. But while easy enough, on and off paper, taking one out would easily alert the other four. Which would not only give them time to gather their resources, but would also signal the attention of their boss.
Who, they most assuredly, were not ready for.
"I'm all ears, Sarah." Adam asks smug.
"Alright, we do it your way. But don't fuck this up or its your ass..."
"Noooo... its our asses, remember?"
"Pfff, yeah, okay tough guy. But gang goons are one thing. The Five..."
"... won't even know what hit 'em!" Adam smiles without humor, quickly pulling her silhouette into his own and shuts down the conversation with a nicotine soaked kiss.
Earlier:
The Clairmont Hotel has been recently abandoned and put on the real-estate altar as an offering to the powers of gentrification. Only the hotel’s lounge remains open, eking by on a life-support economy of sleaze kitsch, occasional punk shows and a rowdy karaoke night. Yet there are two guests occupying a single room in the hotel. Cloaked from the uninitiated, the space is actually a memory of itself, a frozen moment plucked from the hotel’s recent past and made accessible only to its sole two inhabitants.
This particular room, in fact, was once rented by G.G. Allin and its status as such lends a mystique of scene legend that powers the magick that keeps it hidden.
Pollen green carpet, mottled with stains whose origins were best left free from speculation. Dust gray walls and peeling wallpaper. The carcass of a television set whose screen has been painted over with white geometric patterns and sigil scrawls. Cramped single bed that could double as a CDC field trip. Scattered vodka and energy drink bottles abound.
Air ripe with spent sex-electricity and a conversation already in progress -
"I know you like to think of yourself as this big bad urban trickster-spirit." Sarah's silhouette, crisp against a stagnant splash of dull russet street light, stretches before the lone window. “But the truth is you’re just a joke nobody gets.”
“Hnh", Adam snorts, "I’m guessing that’s why you get me, then?”
Clever or not, the retort evaporates off the air without an answer.
Splayed in repose before her across the tiny mattress, Adam takes a ponderous drag off his smoke. Sleepless eyes rise and focus on Sarah’s shadow burlesque show. He rides the waves of her curves flowing off her still profile. Pixie framed with two dollops of breasts suspended over a slight paunch. Balanced calmly off the balls of her feet. Pelvis thrust forward in suspended strike. Back and shoulders arched back. Arms straightened over the head, palms upward and linked at the thumb. She resembles, to him at least, a bow aiming an invisible arrow.
She holds the position with ease.
Rhythmic breaths crash slow against the shores of ambient traffic. Beyond that the mere silence of having nothing to say.
“Sooo…?”, Adam ventures impatiently with an unseen roll of his hand.
Sarah’s silhouette melts from arch to shrug with a stifled sigh.
“So…” she steps towards him, until reaching the mattress with her knees, where upon she cat crawls over the body, pausing only when her face hangs inches above his own - “… you’re telling me your plan, your ‘Big Plan’…”
“Our ‘plan’, thank you very much…” Adam interrupts.
And as if he didn’t say a word: “…is that you’re gonna just pop into a room filled with five magicians… by which I mean five of the meanest mother-fuckers in all of Terminus… and take them on single handedly.”
“Noooo... what Imma do is ambush five pretentious pricks who’ve gotten soft off six months of no competition. Crash their circles around them and keep ‘em busy until the cavalry arrives... by which I mean you and then, well, y'know..." Adam pauses to make a gun with his fingers and thumb fires a few shots up at Sarah point-blank, "...wham-bam-thank you, ma’am!”
“Adam…” the name spoken through a snort of disbelief.
“Honey, lissen, we can do this…” Adam snaps a wink between them, “… they’re meeting where they always meet. Right in the heart of the City's Dreaming. They’ll think they’re safe there…”
“Yeah, but…” Sarah tries again without luck.
“… but, what they don’t know is that’s where I’m at my strongest and I’ll have the place ready long ‘fore they get there.”
“Adam!” Sarah snaps.
“What?”
“I don’t want to sound like a bitch here, but, well…”
“’Well’ what?”
“… well, it’s just that you’re a coward, Baby. I don’t mean no harm, but when’s the last time you actually got into a fight much less won one?”
Adam stews in the accusation. Broods loud with sighs. Feels the sting off its veracity. He burns the cigarette down to a stub, reaches through her arms and douses it into an empty Red Bull can.
“We only have one shot at this, yes or no?” Adam asks in monotone.
“Yes.”
“Do you have a way into their meeting place, then?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Because they’ll have it sealed, right?”
“Where you going with all this?”
“Right?”
Sarah bites her lip. Tastes blood and capitulates - “Right!”
“Well I can get in. Because that’s what I do. Now once I do, I’ll be able to take down their seals…”
“But they’ll see you.”
“Yeah, so I better work fast.” Adam looks over her shoulder, out through the window and into the naked possibilities. “Besides, it’s not like I actually have to beat them or anything. All I gotta do is keep ‘em busy until I can get you in there.”
“If! If you can get me in there, and that's one big fucking 'if'..."
"That's my problem. Yours is making sure the 'consiglieres' and envoys and all those other gang related assholes don't interrupt us."
"Shit, Adam. Yeah, okay. But either way you'll be alone up in there… and I'm pretty sure they're not gonna just stand around and let you peel back their protection wards until I can drop in for a visit.”
“I won’t be alone...” Adam smiles without humor, “I got the whole damn city watchin’ my back.”
"Uh-huh..." Sarah's clearly unimpressed with Adam's newfound bravado.
"You got a better plan then?"
She had a few actually. Picking the Five off one at a time before the meeting even started being top of the list. But while easy enough, on and off paper, taking one out would easily alert the other four. Which would not only give them time to gather their resources, but would also signal the attention of their boss.
Who, they most assuredly, were not ready for.
"I'm all ears, Sarah." Adam asks smug.
"Alright, we do it your way. But don't fuck this up or its your ass..."
"Noooo... its our asses, remember?"
"Pfff, yeah, okay tough guy. But gang goons are one thing. The Five..."
"... won't even know what hit 'em!" Adam smiles without humor, quickly pulling her silhouette into his own and shuts down the conversation with a nicotine soaked kiss.
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on 2010-04-13 03:13 pm (UTC)From the Chaos Kitty
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on 2010-04-13 04:09 pm (UTC)Let me know if that works or not.
Much obliged for your interest by the way and I hope you get a chance to check it out.