From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 1 00:20:59 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Alone [tag Sam, Ratso] In-Reply-To: <20040731073850.33967.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040731232059.54769.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"'kin 'ell. You're bruvver 'as been through the files an' 'es aht fer blood. Shite." Evan drained the can of coke then saw the worried look on Sams face. "'Ere, don't fret none, it ain't your fault. 'Es yer bruvver aint 'e. Family innit, can't 'elp wot yer does fer family. C'mon, 'e can't o' got far we'll see wot we can do abaht it." Evan hit his communicator as he led Sam from the room. "Corp, Evan 'ere. We got a little bit of bovver, where you at?"<< Ratso had just finished talking to the woman with the bad connection when he got Evan's call. "Down in da control room. What's da problem?" He yawned. Hopefully it was nothing too serious. They were stretched pretty thin. Sam sighed and stroked Cody, glad to let someone else take charge. Sometimes being a kid has its advantages. Tag Evan From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 1 00:41:59 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Alone [tag Sam, Ratso] In-Reply-To: <20040731232059.54769.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040731234159.84799.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > Ratso had just finished talking to the woman with > the bad connection when he got Evan's call. "Down > in da control room. What's da problem?" He yawned. > Hopefully it was nothing too serious. They were > stretched pretty thin. "Got Sam Newlander 'ere. Eez bruvver as 'ad a shuftie at the reports from 'is gaff an' done a bunk. Sam reckons 'is bruv as got an inklin' on who they are an' is aht fer revenge. We're gonna 'ave a look rahnd 'ere in case e' aint left the buildin'." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 1 00:42:36 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040731074900.92179.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040731234236.35029.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Michael scouted round the lobby trying to remember where the route in had been, he stopped at the door to the canteen and heard Muse berating Sal for smoking which didn't do his mood any favours. Round the other side he found the door for the basement stairs and pushed through. Grabbing the keys from a row of hooks he half walked, half ran across to Gabe's KTM Duke. There were a pair of crash helmets, one was a good enough fit, he slid it on, pressing the starter button the bike grumbled in to life, the loud detonations from the big single engine bouncing off of the car park walls. Dropping the clutch the bike scrabbled for grip as it shot towards the closed doors, the power was much more than the old trail bike he was used to and he was lucky to get the front back in contact with tarmac in time to stop. Looking around the bars he spotted a likely looking button and pressed it. The computer system cross referenced the bikes tracker tag with the logs and the inner door slowly started to grind open. As it was daylight he would have to enter the waiting area for it to close before the outer door would open, sunlight precautions. 'Almost there' he thought to himself. Everything seemed to be moving far too slowly.<< Just as Ratso finished talking to Evan, a light went off on the control board. "What da...shit!" Gabe's bike was being taken out of the garage. The corporal knew it wasn't Gabe who was on it, not unless he had a death wish. He punched in a code that locked the outer doors down tight. This was turning out to be one crappy day... "Evan, does your botha have anyting ta do wit ta fact dat someone's tryin' ta steal Gabe's bike?" He called Larry, asking him to check out the garage and explaining the situation. Tag Evan, Michael From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 1 00:49:26 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040731234236.35029.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040731234926.20055.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > "Evan, does your botha have anyting ta do wit ta > fact dat someone's tryin' ta steal Gabe's bike?" "Could do guv." Evan looked at Sam, "Ere, your bruvver know 'ow to ride a bike?" [tag Sam] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 1 00:54:10 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040731234236.35029.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040731235410.69171.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> > Just as Ratso finished talking to Evan, a light went > off on the control board. "What da...shit!" Gabe's > bike was being taken out of the garage. The > corporal knew it wasn't Gabe who was on it, not > unless he had a death wish. > He punched in a code that locked the outer doors > down tight. This was turning out to be one crappy > day... The inner door closed behind Michael and he looked to the outer door. The green light suddenly turned to red, the motors all stopped and Michael sat there, the 'thrap' of the exhausts bouncing around him. He jumped off the bike and hit the manual open button to no avail. Running back to the inner doors he set them opening again. Spinning the bike round he set the headlamps to full beam and waited for the door to open sufficiently. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Aug 1 10:27:46 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal, Rebecca] In-Reply-To: <20040731032244.3784.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040731032244.3784.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0408010227671c64c7@mail.gmail.com> There were signs prohibiting it here, because it gunged up the > walls and made things smell bad and Muse's emphasis was on being able to > have a delightful experience. If the girl wanted to rot her lungs, she > could do it once she got outside of the doors. Not to mention Muse was > still annoyed over the trashing that had been done to the dispensary, even > if it had been cleaned up afterwards. << > > "Uh, oh!" Wendy whispered. She crawled around Sal's back and hid underneath her hair. If Muse saw her, she'd tell Ratso, and then she'd be in trouble.... Sal saw her friends distress, okay, so keep the attention on herself to cover for Wendy then. She turned around slowly, her lycan nose playing with the new scent, mouse ??? Gods don't these people have any standards ? Her eyes saw the sign on the wall: "Thank you for not smoking." Without directly answering to Muschka's remarks she spoke. "Why do you thank people for not smoking when you don't know their not going to ?" She took another deep drag. "Who are you by the way ? Cos by the smell of you, you oughta show me just a bit of respect... there is a cat-lycan in this building I'lll bet she loves to chase you when the moon's out baby... guess what, I'm the one who chases her." Sal took another deep drag, then stubbed the smoke out, at least right now no one would notice the hiding Wendy if she kept her head down, Sal had stolen the show. "Fucking hell, I still aint had no breakfast, be a darling and tell the cook to hurry the fuck up, a babe can't live on bones alone ya know." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Sun Aug 1 11:37:33 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal, Rebecca] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0408010227671c64c7@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > "Fucking hell, I still aint had no breakfast, be a darling and tell > the cook to hurry the > fuck up, a babe can't live on bones alone ya know." > > tag > -- Rebecca had not seen the mouse woman's approach nor heard her command to Sal. Therefore she was somewhat surprised when Sal swung round and started a new tirade at the woman who had served Rebecca's breakfast earlier. However she did notice Wendy's scramble to conceal herself. Rebecca head tilted slightly to one side as she listed to Sal. Normally she'd just walk away - it was obvious what the girl was doing although slightly atypical and Rebecca had dealt with enough "you show me some respect" arsey teenagers over the years to not particularly want to hear another re-run. Yet the insults the girl was slinging were interesting - they alluded to a different kind of social structure - the scientist in Rebecca was musing whether the different werecreatures ranked themselves according to species or was the girl just talking bollocks. The more practical part of Rebecca was absorbing the information that not only could she sense the presence of werecreatures but could also unconsciously assess the relative danger of their alternative forms. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 1 13:46:50 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040731234926.20055.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040801124650.42256.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Could do guv." Evan looked at Sam, "Ere, your bruvver know 'ow to ride a bike?"<< Sam nodded. "Yeah. He has a bike, and he rides all the time. He's really good. Why? Is there one missing or something?" Tag Evan From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 1 13:50:22 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040731235410.69171.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040801125022.34276.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>The inner door closed behind Michael and he looked to the outer door. The green light suddenly turned to red, the motors all stopped and Michael sat there, the 'thrap' of the exhausts bouncing around him. He jumped off the bike and hit the manual open button to no avail. Running back to the inner doors he set them opening again. Spinning the bike round he set the headlamps to full beam and waited for the door to open sufficiently.<< The inner doors came open quite easily. As they did, Michael could see a shadow on the floor of the garage -- a very, very big one. "Turn...off...engine. Get...off...bike. Now." He would recognize the voice of Larry, the security guard he'd met earlier that morning. Tag Michael From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 00:06:57 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040801125022.34276.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040801230657.5071.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > The inner doors came open quite easily. As they > did, Michael could see a shadow on the floor of the > garage -- a very, very big one. > "Turn...off...engine. Get...off...bike. Now." He > would recognize the voice of Larry, the security > guard he'd met earlier that morning. Michael thought quickly, what could he remember about Larry, he was slow. Slow wasn't enough, he was slow and appeared stupid, that was better. Michael turned off the engine, the light dimming with it and called across to the hulk of a man "hey, glad someone's come down here. Evan signed this bike out for me, I need to go off and get some stuff. Can't have got relayed to all the channels. Can you get this door open for me? I'm in a real hurry." He added his best 'harried teenager' look and prayed a lot that this would work. At least a quick check would make his story seem true. [tag Larry] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 00:07:58 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040801124650.42256.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040801230758.3933.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam nodded. "Yeah. He has a bike, and he rides all > the time. He's really good. Why? Is there one > missing or something?" "Kind of, one of 'em is just bein' taken from the garage, fink we've stopped it though." Evan replied. [tag Sam] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 03:51:19 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040801230657.5071.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802025119.75826.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Michael thought quickly, what could he remember about Larry, he was slow. Slow wasn't enough, he was slow and appeared stupid, that was better. Michael turned off the engine, the light dimming with it and called across to the hulk of a man "hey, glad someone's come down here. Evan signed this bike out for me, I need to go off and get some stuff. Can't have got relayed to all the channels. Can you get this door open for me? I'm in a real hurry." He added his best 'harried teenager' look and prayed a lot that this would work. At least a quick check would make his story seem true.<< The mountain shook his head. "Not...your...bike. Luken's...bike. Turn...off...engine ...now. Clean...up...team...will...bring...things. Get...off...bike...now. Please." Commander Sullivan had told Larry to be more polite, so he was making the effort. Tag Michael From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 03:53:59 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching In-Reply-To: <20040801230758.3933.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802025359.8466.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Kind of, one of 'em is just bein' taken from the garage, fink we've stopped it though." Evan replied.<< Sam was trying really hard not to cry. Boys don't cry, that's what Michael always said. "He lied to me. He said he was gonna stay here and take care of me. Instead he tries to steal a bike, after all you guys did for us. You saved our lives..." He knelt on the floor at Cody's side and hugged the dog tightly. Tag Evan From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 2 06:35:05 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040730124947.9477.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040730124947.9477.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04080122353a2f9b99@mail.gmail.com> > Meg had the seat belt unbuckled and the trunk popped by the time she stopped the Lincoln and opened the door. "Hold it right there, mister," she said, her gun drawn and trained on the man standing at the amblance door. Her eyes were a deeper green now and glittered in the morning light. This one was trying to hurt pack, and if he succeeded, he'd pay dearly. She moved toward the trunk in case she needed more firepower, but kept the car door firmly between herself and the perp. Old cop habits die hard. Dalore looked at her and laughed. The gun in her hand gave a jerk, then suddenly the pistol lock pulled itself back, and released the bullet from the chamber, again and yet again. The sudden jerking pulled the gun of it's target, and then it fired itself sending a bullet slamming into the ground next to Dalore. "SIlly girl, even your weapons are my slaves !" he said softly. tag From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 2 08:39:23 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] ...or are you just happy to see me [Tag Stephanie, Damien] In-Reply-To: <200407301220.31074.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <200407280828.55760.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc04072801317cd487ce@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040729003127.025203d8@mail.comcast.net> <200407301220.31074.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04080200396efee19c@mail.gmail.com> > Damien smiled up at her. "Sorry about all that, it wasn't exactly the way I > had intended to wake you. " He squeezed her palm lightly. > "I am not entirely certain I could sleep again after all that... wanna do > something ?" > > OOC: Sorry about grabbing my own tag, but that's timing for ya :) Damien heard the noises of people scampering past in the corridor, and some snatches of conversation. "Something's up. I'm going to go check it out, you can tag along if you want." He said to Stephanie, hopping out of bed, he got himself well decent and grabbed the axe, just in case. The words his sensitive ears had picked up made no sense. Gabes bike, and something about the kids from last night. tag Stephanie, continues in the basement, Searching. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 2 08:44:36 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040802025119.75826.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040802025119.75826.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040802004456a458e5@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 1 Aug 2004 19:51:19 -0700 (PDT), Kathy Perkins wrote: > Mik Reed wrote: > >>Michael thought quickly, what could he remember about > Larry, he was slow. Slow wasn't enough, he was slow > and appeared stupid, that was better. Michael turned > off the engine, the light dimming with it and called > across to the hulk of a man "hey, glad someone's come > down here. Evan signed this bike out for me, I need to > go off and get some stuff. Can't have got relayed to > all the channels. Can you get this door open for me? > I'm in a real hurry." He added his best 'harried > teenager' look and prayed a lot that this would work. > At least a quick check would make his story seem true.<< > > The mountain shook his head. "Not...your...bike. Luken's...bike. Turn...off...engine ...now. Clean...up...team...will...bring...things. Get...off...bike...now. Please." Commander Sullivan had told Larry to be more polite, so he was making the effort. > Damien rushed down the stairs, thumbing his communicator. "Okay can somebody fill me in on the bike thing ? I'm headed down there now." Without waiting for a response he reached the bottom floor and rushed over to the gate, where he found the older boy and Larry the security guard arguing the boy was on Gabe's bike. He looked the boy up and down, and a flicker of recognition formed in his mind, the grey wolf. He sheathed his axe. "Hiya kiddo, remember me ?" he said to Michael, then he looked at Larry. "It's okay Larry, let me talk to him a moment eh ?" tags OOC: Jenna, your call if Stephanie followed or not. Okay so this is a bit of a twisty way to get these two talking, but I really wanted them to do so :) -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 11:46:34 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040802004456a458e5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040802104634.97955.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > Larry the security guard arguing the boy was on > Gabe's bike. Michael had juct been in the act of trying one last time with Larry, explaining how Evan had checked the bike out for him and he couldn't ride his own bike, it wasn't there and the 'cleanup crew', whoever they were, wouldn't know to bring what he was after when he saw the back up arrive, carrying a big silver axe. His left hand went, unconciously, to the wound at his temple. > He looked the boy up and down, and a flicker of > recognition formed in his mind, the grey wolf. > He sheathed his axe. > "Hiya kiddo, remember me ?" he said to Michael, then > he looked at Larry. "It's okay Larry, let me talk to > him a moment eh ?" "Kind of," Michael replied. He kicked down the sidestand and got off the bike slowly, giving himself room if he needed it. "I gotta get out of here, it's real urgent. I was just explaining it to this guy," he indicated Larry. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 11:53:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040802025359.8466.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802105301.67683.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam was trying really hard not to cry. Boys don't > cry, that's what Michael always said. "He lied to > me. He said he was gonna stay here and take care of > me. Instead he tries to steal a bike, after all you > guys did for us. You saved our lives..." > He knelt on the floor at Cody's side and hugged the > dog tightly. Evan huddled down next to Sam, somewhat self conciously, he wasn't really that good at the social worker stuff. "Look mate, it ain't summit 'es doin' cos of you. 'E probly dahn't even know why e's doin' it 'imself. 'E got bit and e's proper fucked up at the mo. Fer 'is wolf side takin' care of you could mean killin' the last of what killed the rest of yer family. If 'e dahn't wanna hold the wolf in, or 'e ain't strong enough, 'e ain't gonna act like the geezer you know. Not right now any roads." He put his arm around Sams shoulder hesitantly, "it ain't right mate, but that don't make it summit 'e can stop. 'fraid you find aht there's a lot a shit in this world yer can't do fuck all abaht but live wiv." The last came from the heart, Evan had been living with the hand he'd been dealt for what seemed like forever and it still didn't sit easy with him. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 11:58:27 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Clearing up Message-ID: <20040802105827.89365.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Denton heard the gunshots outside and the drivers response, he wasn't sure what it meant, they had back up of some description, or at least someone with similar goals, and the maniac didn't find that a problem. He quickly slid open a draw and pulled out a set of paramedic shears. He looked across at Jessie, suspending by the straps in the gurney, and implored her in a harsh whisper, "look lady, I hope this don't prove to be the wrong move, but I am going to cut you off of that gurney. I want you to promise me you won't try and escape custody," 'for what that's worth' he added on the end to himself. Holding her as well as he could he cut through the restraints and helped her safely to the 'ground' before repeating the act with Jay, "an lady, this one I really feel wrong about letting out, he turns on me I'm going to have no choice but shoot him for everyones good. You got me?" Hoping the diversion outside had given them sufficient time he resumed his guard on the door with his gun. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 12:16:33 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04080122353a2f9b99@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040802111633.72105.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Dalore looked at her and laughed. The gun in her hand gave a jerk, then suddenly the pistol lock pulled itself back, and released the bullet from the chamber, again and yet again. The sudden jerking pulled the gun of it's target, and then it fired itself sending a bullet slamming into the ground next to Dalore. "SIlly girl, even your weapons are my slaves !" he said softly.<< Okay, so weapons weren't going to work. Meg guessed the grenade launched would probably be a bust, too. Thanks to Callum, though, she had one other trick up her sleeve. Her eyes changed a little more as she holstered her weapon. As she got angrier, her hands began to elongate. It was a subtle change, not as wrenching as last night, and not nearly as painful. Good to know. "Now you've just made me mad, ass-wipe," she growled. I don't like it when pervs like you touch my gun in any fashion." Her hands were now claws. "Bet you can't control these, though." She snarled, baring her teeth. Tag Dalore, any From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 12:20:47 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040802004456a458e5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040802112047.90051.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Damien rushed down the stairs, thumbing his communicator. "Okay can somebody fill me in on the bike thing ? I'm headed down there now." Without waiting for a response he reached the bottom floor and rushed over to the gate, where he found the older boy and Larry the security guard arguing the boy was on Gabe's bike. He looked the boy up and down, and a flicker of recognition formed in his mind, the grey wolf. He sheathed his axe. "Hiya kiddo, remember me ?" he said to Michael, then he looked at Larry. "It's okay Larry, let me talk to him a moment eh ?"<< "Dam...i...en." Larry nodded, then stepped aside to allow the vampire to approach. He didn't go far, and he was on the alert for signs of trouble. No tag needed, unless Michael starts something... :) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Aug 2 14:20:11 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040802104634.97955.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040802104634.97955.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408021320.13025.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > > He looked the boy up and down, and a flicker of > > recognition formed in his mind, the grey wolf. > > He sheathed his axe. > > "Hiya kiddo, remember me ?" he said to Michael, then > > he looked at Larry. "It's okay Larry, let me talk to > > him a moment eh ?" > > "Kind of," Michael replied. He kicked down the > sidestand and got off the bike slowly, giving himself > room if he needed it. "I gotta get out of here, it's > real urgent. I was just explaining it to this guy," he > indicated Larry. > "Not on Gabe's bike you're not." Damien said with a smile, but he sheathed the axe. "Why don't you tell me where you were really going ? I might be able to help..." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 12:25:22 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040802105301.67683.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802112522.37171.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Evan huddled down next to Sam, somewhat self conciously, he wasn't really that good at the social worker stuff. "Look mate, it ain't summit 'es doin' cos of you. 'E probly dahn't even know why e's doin' it 'imself. 'E got bit and e's proper fucked up at the mo. Fer 'is wolf side takin' care of you could mean killin' the last of what killed the rest of yer family. If 'e dahn't wanna hold the wolf in, or 'e ain't strong enough, 'e ain't gonna act like the geezer you know. Not right now any roads." He put his arm around Sams shoulder hesitantly, "it ain't right mate, but that don't make it summit 'e can stop. 'fraid you find aht there's a lot a shit in this world yer can't do fuck all abaht but live wiv." The last came from the heart, Evan had been living with the hand he'd been dealt for what seemed like forever and it still didn't sit easy with him.<< Evan's words sank in. "Guess I never thought of it that way before," Sam said. "You mean he really can't control the...the wolf part?" He patted Cody, then looked at Evan. "Should we go down there? Should I talk to him? Do you think it would help, or not?" Tag Evan From ajventer at direqlearn.org Mon Aug 2 14:29:39 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040802111633.72105.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040802111633.72105.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408021329.39295.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Her eyes changed a little more as she holstered her weapon. As she got > angrier, her hands began to elongate. It was a subtle change, not as > wrenching as last night, and not nearly as painful. Good to know. > > "Now you've just made me mad, ass-wipe," she growled. I don't like it when > pervs like you touch my gun in any fashion." Her hands were now claws. > "Bet you can't control these, though." She snarled, baring her teeth. He looked at her down his nose. "I don't need to girly..." he said in another soft voice. A horrible wrenching sound tore across the clearing, and the shadows seemed to change, then it became clear what was causing. A few yards to the left of Meg, a giant redwood was bending it's top down. The ancient wood groaned as it bent against the habit of centuries, yet a moment later the top of the tree gently touched the ground right in front of Dalore, who stepped smartly into the branches, and lightly hung on as the tree righted itself, in just a moment, he had put over a hundred yards between them, straight up. She felt a hard tug on her waist, and looking down, saw that her gun had not been released, inside it's holster it jumped around, wearing the mechanism with hard grinding noises as it battled against the restraint of the holster, in an attempt to point itself upward instead... "You're move girly" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 12:34:11 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Clearing up In-Reply-To: <20040802105827.89365.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802113411.88618.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Denton heard the gunshots outside and the drivers response, he wasn't sure what it meant, they had back up of some description, or at least someone with similar goals, and the maniac didn't find that a problem. He quickly slid open a draw and pulled out a set of paramedic shears. He looked across at Jessie, suspending by the straps in the gurney, and implored her in a harsh whisper, "look lady, I hope this don't prove to be the wrong move, but I am going to cut you off of that gurney. I want you to promise me you won't try and escape custody," 'for what that's worth' he added on the end to himself. Holding her as well as he could he cut through the restraints and helped her safely to the 'ground' before repeating the act with Jay, "an lady, this one I really feel wrong about letting out, he turns on me I'm going to have no choice but shoot him for everyones good. You got me?" Hoping the diversion outside had given them sufficient time he resumed his guard on the door with his gun.<< "Thank you." Jessie rubbed her arms where the straps had bitten into them. "I don't think I have the energy to escape, and I'm better off in here with you than out there with that maniac." Once Jay was freed she checked him over thoroughly, or as thorouhly as she could in her current condition. He appeared to be stable, and she feared giving him pain medication at this point. As she turned to find a spot out of the line of fire, she caught a glimpse of the view outside the van. She recognized the clearing. She'd never be able to forget it. It was burned into her memory. The horror of that night hit her full force then, the memories enhanced by the drug still floating around in her system. "No, no, no...." she cried softly. Taking the safest place her blurred brain could think of at the moment, the doctor curled up next to the unconscious form of her rescuer from that evening and held him tightly. Tag Denton, any From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 2 12:53:43 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <200408021329.39295.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040802115343.22311.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>He looked at her down his nose. "I don't need to girly..." he said in another soft voice. A horrible wrenching sound tore across the clearing, and the shadows seemed to change, then it became clear what was causing. A few yards to the left of Meg, a giant redwood was bending it's top down. The ancient wood groaned as it bent against the habit of centuries, yet a moment later the top of the tree gently touched the ground right in front of Dalore, who stepped smartly into the branches, and lightly hung on as the tree righted itself, in just a moment, he had put over a hundred yards between them, straight up. She felt a hard tug on her waist, and looking down, saw that her gun had not been released, inside it's holster it jumped around, wearing the mechanism with hard grinding noises as it battled against the restraint of the holster, in an attempt to point itself upward instead... "You're move girly"<< "Shit!" Meg knew she'd never get to him up there. If she remembered those National Geographic specials, wolves can't climb trees too well. She'd thought maybe he could just control inanimate objects, but the tree trick proved otherwise. "Guess you win, skanky geezer," she shouted up at the tree. "I'm just going to pack it in and leave, then." The position he'd chosen didn't give him a view inside her trunk. Still, she'd only have one shot at this, so she'd better make it good. She popped the trunk. "Just gonna put my things away." Tag Dalore From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 17:07:23 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040802112522.37171.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802160723.99034.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > Evan's words sank in. "Guess I never thought of it > that way before," Sam said. "You mean he really > can't control the...the wolf part?" He patted Cody, > then looked at Evan. Evan nodded, "Pretty much, I've chatted to a few lycans an' from wot I can gavver everyone 'as a beast in 'em. Me, you, everyone. S'just wiv lycans and vamps it gets near the surface an' can do some controllin' wiv vamps it shows in the teef n sometimes claws. Wiv were's it's yer whole fur n stuff. But it also does shit to yer head. It can be controlled an all, but yer gotta want ta control it and yer gotta know ya can. I fink yer bruvver as two problems there, 'e don't know 'e can control it an' most of wot it wants ta do 'e wants to do too, only it wants ta do it in a lot nastier way I reckon." > "Should we go down there? Should I talk to him? Do > you think it would help, or not?" "We should probably 'ed down, if yer up to it." He suggested. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 17:12:32 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Clearing up In-Reply-To: <20040802113411.88618.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802161232.96074.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > "No, no, no...." she cried softly. Taking the > safest place her blurred brain could think of at the > moment, the doctor curled up next to the unconscious > form of her rescuer from that evening and held him > tightly. Denton watched her check on Jay and then fold in on herself. Happy whatever she was going to do it wasn't going to be attack him or the paramedic he chanced a look out the door. The car was a civilian looking one, but could be plain clothes, the woman moving back toward the trunk looked like a cop and she was talking up and away from them. He couldn't see the driver anywhere. The detective looked back at the paramedic, "I think there's back up out there. Do you reckon you can get those two ready to move? The woman could help you with the guy. I'm going out to check if we've got a clear line. There's a car park by the entrance to the clearing. If we can get to that we should be able to escape. You up for it?" Without really waiting for an answer Denton pushed open the back door and carefully moved out in to the clearing, looking around it for the perp. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 17:15:53 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <200408021320.13025.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040802161553.77909.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > "Not on Gabe's bike you're not." Damien said with a > smile, but he sheathed the axe. "Why don't you tell > me where you were really going ? I might be able to > help..." Michael looked at the guy, not much older than himself, pale rock look to him. He could almost be fooled the guy was harmless, if he hadn't seen and felt what he could do the previous night. He took a step away from the bike before replying, "look, I don't know who you are, or what this place is, but I've got to look after my brother. I've got to protect him. Whatever killed our kin is still out there. I need to be out there too. Alright?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 17:21:04 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040802111633.72105.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040802162105.6886.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > "Now you've just made me mad, ass-wipe," she > growled. I don't like it when pervs like you touch > my gun in any fashion." Her hands were now claws. > "Bet you can't control these, though." She snarled, > baring her teeth. Callum had watched how Meg acted as she left the car and tried to do something similar, although found himself just feeling a bit self concious and silly. Crouched down behind the door he slipped of his shoes and socks, popping them in the footwell. He couldn't afford to lose these ones as well. The tone in Meg's voice brought him back to the stand off and he could see her start to change and slowly began the process himself. If one of them was going to jump this bampot, it was going to be him. Then he watched as the tree bent down and collected the man they had been chasing. The mechanics of what had happened chased through his mind, what must that do to the dead bits of the tree? What power must this thing wield to be able to order about nature like that. As Meg headed for the boot he headed to join her from the other side. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 2 18:57:56 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040802161553.77909.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040802161553.77909.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040802105745316e7e@mail.gmail.com> > Michael looked at the guy, not much older than > himself, pale rock look to him. He could almost be > fooled the guy was harmless, if he hadn't seen and > felt what he could do the previous night. He took a > step away from the bike before replying, "look, I > don't know who you are, or what this place is, but > I've got to look after my brother. I've got to protect > him. Whatever killed our kin is still out there. I > need to be out there too. Alright?" "That's real noble of you. But protecting them is my job, not yours. I get paid to do it. I know how you feel, I went through almost the same thing kiddo, but you can't go out there all crazy like with a bike that's too heavy for you and go pick a fight, you're just going to get yourself killed. We'll find the one that got away, and then there will be justice. I'm sorry I was too late to save your sister... I wish I could have been there earlier... I'm not going to let you get yourself killed too, you're brother needs you now. Think of him, then tell me you're not about to do something incredibly stupid." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 2 18:57:56 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040802161553.77909.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040802161553.77909.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040802105745316e7e@mail.gmail.com> > Michael looked at the guy, not much older than > himself, pale rock look to him. He could almost be > fooled the guy was harmless, if he hadn't seen and > felt what he could do the previous night. He took a > step away from the bike before replying, "look, I > don't know who you are, or what this place is, but > I've got to look after my brother. I've got to protect > him. Whatever killed our kin is still out there. I > need to be out there too. Alright?" "That's real noble of you. But protecting them is my job, not yours. I get paid to do it. I know how you feel, I went through almost the same thing kiddo, but you can't go out there all crazy like with a bike that's too heavy for you and go pick a fight, you're just going to get yourself killed. We'll find the one that got away, and then there will be justice. I'm sorry I was too late to save your sister... I wish I could have been there earlier... I'm not going to let you get yourself killed too, you're brother needs you now. Think of him, then tell me you're not about to do something incredibly stupid." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 2 21:47:02 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040802105745316e7e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040802204702.24449.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> >> step away from the bike before replying, "look, I >> don't know who you are, or what this place is, but >> I've got to look after my brother. I've got to >> protect him. Whatever killed our kin is still out >> there. I need to be out there too. Alright?" > "That's real noble of you. But protecting them is my > job, not yours. I get paid to do it. I know how you > feel, I went through almost the same thing kiddo, > but you can't go out there all crazy like with a > bike that's too heavy for you and go pick a fight, > you're just going to get yourself killed. We'll find > the one that got away, and then there will be > justice. I'm sorry I was too late to save your > sister... I wish I could have been there earlier... > I'm not going to let you get yourself killed too, > you're brother needs you now. Think of him, then > tell me you're not about to do something incredibly > stupid." Michael stood listening to Damien's lecture, his face growing sterner with the comments about his biking ability. "Yeah, I'm real sorry you weren't there earlier too. You know, I still don't really know what this place is, or who you are. You're paid to protect people like my pack are you? Well you fucked up on that one didn't you. Now, tell me how I get out of this place, scooter or no scooter. I've got some justice to deliver so I know my brother is going to be safe." The challenge flashed in Michaels eyes as he replied. He didn't want to fight these people, but the wolf inside him wasn't about to let him lose face to them. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 3 04:08:09 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040802160723.99034.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803030809.42011.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Evan nodded, "Pretty much, I've chatted to a few lycans an' from wot I can gavver everyone 'as a beast in 'em. Me, you, everyone. S'just wiv lycans and vamps it gets near the surface an' can do some controllin' wiv vamps it shows in the teef n sometimes claws. Wiv were's it's yer whole fur n stuff. But it also does shit to yer head. It can be controlled an all, but yer gotta want ta control it and yer gotta know ya can. I fink yer bruvver as two problems there, 'e don't know 'e can control it an' most of wot it wants ta do 'e wants to do too, only it wants ta do it in a lot nastier way I reckon." > "Should we go down there? Should I talk to him? Do > you think it would help, or not?" "We should probably 'ed down, if yer up to it." He suggested.<< Sam nodded. He stood and slapped his left leg, and Cody heeled faithfully. "I just don't want him to do something dumb," he said to Evan as they walked to the garage. "I want to kill that guy, too, only...well, if what you said is true, then maybe he didn't really want to kill my family. The human part, I mean. He just couldn't control it. He oughta get a chance, shouldn't he?" The boy sighed. "I'm mad, and really sad that they're gone...but killing that guy won't bring them back. It'd just make Sam as bad as they were, and he'd hate himself forever. The human part of him's just not like that." Tag Evan From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 3 04:17:56 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040802162105.6886.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803031756.48739.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Callum had watched how Meg acted as she left the car and tried to do something similar, although found himself just feeling a bit self concious and silly. Crouched down behind the door he slipped of his shoes and socks, popping them in the footwell. He couldn't afford to lose these ones as well. The tone in Meg's voice brought him back to the stand off and he could see her start to change and slowly began the process himself. If one of them was going to jump this bampot, it was going to be him. Then he watched as the tree bent down and collected the man they had been chasing. The mechanics of what had happened chased through his mind, what must that do to the dead bits of the tree? What power must this thing wield to be able to order about nature like that. As Meg headed for the boot he headed to join her from the other side.<< "Can you cover me, Cal?" Meg whispered, only it sounded more like a bark or yip. "I need to find something to take down that tree. The minute he sees it, he'll do something to it. If I can get a shot off before he catches on, we might have a chance, and the people in that ambulance may be able to escape. "Look sharp, though...if he sees the present I've got for him, he might be able to take control of it and turn it back on us. If he does, run like hell!" While Callum blocked the janitor's view with his body, Meg let her claws become hands again, then quickly assembled her laser-sighted, highly illegal RPG launcher. She crouched behind Callum. Taking aim from behind the cover of her packmate and the car, she pulled the trigger and launched an incindary grenade at the base of the tree the bad guy was hiding in. "Run!" she yelled at the people in the ambulance... Tag just about everybody OOC: Sorry, Sue, or Mik, whoever's posting for Callum. I took some liberties, just in case you weren't able to post for a while, so I can bring in the backup in another round. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 08:31:08 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040803030809.42011.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803073108.7829.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > "I just don't want him to do something dumb," he > said to Evan as they walked to the garage. "I want > to kill that guy, too, only...well, if what you said > is true, then maybe he didn't really want to kill my > family. The human part, I mean. He just couldn't > control it. He oughta get a chance, shouldn't he?" Evan nodded, impressed by the young boys maturity, "yup, that's one o' the points abaht what we do. We uphold he Covenant, but it ain't summit everyone knows of. Fer it ta work yer gotta give the chance t' someone t' change 'n repent. An' I reckon ya might be on the money abaht this one. I, yer know, read 'im as 'e ran off, I reckon 'e dahn't know wots 'appening to 'im either." > The boy sighed. "I'm mad, and really sad that > they're gone...but killing that guy won't bring them > back. It'd just make Michael as bad as they were, > and he'd hate himself forever. The human part of > him's just not like that." "Let's 'ope eh? Revenge is a 'kin strong emotion mind, if it's got a good 'old on 'im it'll take some work t' get it aht of 'im." Evan replied. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 08:40:29 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040803031756.48739.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803074029.36324.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > OOC: Sorry, Sue, or Mik, whoever's posting for > Callum. I took some liberties, just in case you > weren't able to post for a while, so I can bring in > the backup in another round. OOC: No problem, I'm (Mik) writing it with some text message input from Sue, moving things along is fine. > "Can you cover me, Cal?" Meg whispered, only it > sounded more like a bark or yip. "I need to find > something to take down that tree. The minute he > sees it, he'll do something to it. If I can get a > shot off before he catches on, we might have a > chance, and the people in that ambulance may be able > to escape." "Aye hen," Callum agreed, walking to the corner of the car. > "Look sharp, though...if he sees the present I've > got for him, he might be able to take control of it > and turn it back on us. If he does, run like hell!" Callum decided the best thing to do was keep the enemies attention focussed on him, although he didn't want to be antagonistic about it. "Hey, we're going ta leave you to it then," he shouted, keeping up Meg's 'leaving' facade, "ya dinnae mind if we take our friend do ye?" > While Callum blocked the janitor's view with his > body, Meg let her claws become hands again, then > quickly assembled her laser-sighted, highly illegal > RPG launcher. She crouched behind Callum. Taking > aim from behind the cover of her packmate and the > car, she pulled the trigger and launched an > incindary grenade at the base of the tree the bad > guy was hiding in. As the grenade screamed past him all Callum had time to say was "jings." > "Run!" she yelled at the people in the ambulance... He turned to Meg, wondering if he should be diving for cover or something.. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 08:43:27 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040803031756.48739.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803074327.85760.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > "Run!" she yelled at the people in the ambulance... Denton was already out, but hadn't managed to spot the driver. He'd turned to the inside of the ambulance and called for the Paramedic to start getting the people out when he heard the RPG activate. "Jesus, that aint police issue," he swore, offering his arm in to the body of the of the vehicle, "get those people out of there, we're going for the other car" he shouted. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Aug 3 12:07:01 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040802204702.24449.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040802204702.24449.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408031107.01355.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Michael stood listening to Damien's lecture, his face > growing sterner with the comments about his biking > ability. > "Yeah, I'm real sorry you weren't there earlier too. > You know, I still don't really know what this place > is, or who you are. You're paid to protect people like > my pack are you? Well you fucked up on that one didn't > you. Now, tell me how I get out of this place, scooter > or no scooter. I've got some justice to deliver so I > know my brother is going to be safe." The challenge > flashed in Michaels eyes as he replied. He didn't want > to fight these people, but the wolf inside him wasn't > about to let him lose face to them. "We got there as fast as we could, from the time your brother called us, to me stepping into that house was under 3 minutes... from here to Queens, that's a pretty wild ride.... only not wild enough." he said, his face saddened. When the second part of the tirade hit him his face changed. Somehow he had a feeling about this. "You got justice to deliver then ? I say you don't have what it takes yet kiddo. Come with me, we're heading to the sparring room. Man-to-man no weapons. If you can pin me, I'll let you go. The only way you're getting out of this building is through me, it can be a dirty fight down here with Larry as well, or a clean one up in the ring, you're call kiddo." The boy was angry, and scarred inside, and that gave the wolf power... Damien knew what it was to be a teenager, he had to have a chance to burn some of that anger out, then he could grief. If the kid wanted a fight, at least let it be one he would survive. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 3 13:15:49 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040803074327.85760.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803121549.16986.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > "Run!" she yelled at the people in the ambulance... >>Denton was already out, but hadn't managed to spot the driver. He'd turned to the inside of the ambulance and called for the Paramedic to start getting the people out when he heard the RPG activate. "Jesus, that aint police issue," he swore, offering his arm in to the body of the of the vehicle, "get those people out of there, we're going for the other car" he shouted.<< Jessie tried to focus on the here and now, but it was so hard. She tugged at Jay in an attempt to move him. "He's too heavy! Help me, please!" she called to the policeman and the paramedic. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 3 13:20:35 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040803073108.7829.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803122035.99495.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Evan nodded, impressed by the young boys maturity, "yup, that's one o' the points abaht what we do. We uphold he Covenant, but it ain't summit everyone knows of. Fer it ta work yer gotta give the chance t' someone t' change 'n repent. An' I reckon ya might be on the money abaht this one. I, yer know, read 'im as 'e ran off, I reckon 'e dahn't know wots 'appening to 'im either."<< "I read a little about it before, when I first broke into the website," Sam said, blushing a little. "It didn't make much sense then, but it does now. They must have been kids, then, just like us." ++++++++++++++++ >>"Let's 'ope eh? Revenge is a 'kin strong emotion mind, if it's got a good 'old on 'im it'll take some work t' get it aht of 'im." Evan replied.<< Sam nodded. He didn't want to make Michael mad. He just needed his brother right now, not some beast out for blood. The pair continued their trek to the garage... Tag (you can have them arrive whenever you wish) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 14:20:24 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040803122035.99495.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803132024.67513.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > "I read a little about it before, when I first broke > into the website," Sam said, blushing a little. "It > didn't make much sense then, but it does now. They > must have been kids, then, just like us." Evan nodded morosely, "yeah, when a lycan dies it returns to it's natural form. These were kids alright, well, more yer bruvvers age I guess. It ain't easy to get turned, not everyone a fang bites or a shifter claws gets changed. Enough do though, enough left wiv no idea what they are and what to do next. That's when it's easiest for the beast to get 'em I reckon. They've already seen violence more likely than not. If there's no-one around t' learn 'em, or whoever is 'as already gone bad, then it's a real race fer us t' get 'em in time t' show 'em the right way. It'd be nice t' say we get 'em before they've done summit bad, but it almost never 'appens. Some of the geezers roun' 'ere, you'd need a strong stomach t' take what they did before they realised." Evan nodded to himself before finishing, "an' that ain't just the beasties, some o' the 'umans 'ave 'ad t' be learned yer can't just off someone cause they're a vamp or a lycan. Live and let live makes it sound so 'kin easy dunnit." > ++++++++++++++++ > Tag (you can have them arrive whenever you wish) [tag, a little bit longer, there are a lot of stairs... ;-)] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 3 14:30:54 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040803132024.67513.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803133054.10002.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Evan nodded morosely, "yeah, when a lycan dies it returns to it's natural form. These were kids alright, well, more yer bruvvers age I guess. It ain't easy to get turned, not everyone a fang bites or a shifter claws gets changed. Enough do though, enough left wiv no idea what they are and what to do next. That's when it's easiest for the beast to get 'em I reckon. They've already seen violence more likely than not. If there's no-one around t' learn 'em, or whoever is 'as already gone bad, then it's a real race fer us t' get 'em in time t' show 'em the right way. It'd be nice t' say we get 'em before they've done summit bad, but it almost never 'appens. Some of the geezers roun' 'ere, you'd need a strong stomach t' take what they did before they realised." Evan nodded to himself before finishing, "an' that ain't just the beasties, some o' the 'umans 'ave 'ad t' be learned yer can't just off someone cause they're a vamp or a lycan. Live and let live makes it sound so 'kin easy dunnit."<< Sam nodded. "If I were a little older, I'd probably be down there with Michael right now, trying to get out and get that guy. I...it's like it's still not real, somehow. I keep thinking this is all a dream, and I'm gonna wake up any minute. Oh, man! What about school and stuff? Shouldn't someone tell my principal or something?" Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 14:42:09 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <200408031107.01355.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040803134209.47949.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > "You got justice to deliver then ? I say you don't > have what it takes yet kiddo. Come with me, we're > heading to the sparring room. Man-to-man no > weapons. If you can pin me, I'll let you go. The > only way you're getting out of this building is > through me, it can be a dirty fight down here with > Larry as well, or a clean one up in the ring, you're > call kiddo." Michael chose not to comment at Damien's excuses and justifications, what was the point. With his other offer though. Michael didn't want to fight this guy, whatever he actually was. He was pretty sure Damien wasn't a Lycan, he didn't smell right for a start, he might be one of the vampires, but it was daytime, wouldn't they all be asleep. Fuck it, he could be a zombie, a wizard or an overgrown munchkin for all Michael knew. His rational side told him that he shouldn't fight, the wolf wanted blood. "Shit man, what is this place, the fucking fight club? You tell me why I need to kick your arse before I can leave here. You ain't cops, what are you? You know kidnapping is a federal offence right?" Michael hoped the last one would hit home, he remembered learning in class how almost everyone imprisoned in Alcatraz had been put there for kidnapping. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 14:45:54 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam] In-Reply-To: <20040803133054.10002.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040803134554.55110.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam nodded. "If I were a little older, I'd probably > be down there with Michael right now, trying to get > out and get that guy. I...it's like it's still not > real, somehow. I keep thinking this is all a > dream, and I'm gonna wake up any minute. Oh, man! > What about school and stuff? Shouldn't someone tell > my principal or something?" "Clean up will be dealin' wiv that, they'll 'ave sorted aht summit believable abaht yer family all needin' t' go away urgently. Probly in a week or two they'll announce an accident somewhere 'ard t' get to wiv you an' Michael the only survivors or summit. They've 'ad a lot o' practise at that sort o' thing." Evan said, puffing slightly as they rounded yet another flight of stairs. "Wish I could say it woz all a dream mate," he added as an afterthought. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Aug 3 17:42:45 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040803134209.47949.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040803134209.47949.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408031642.47320.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > "Shit man, what is this place, the fucking fight club? > You tell me why I need to kick your arse before I can > leave here. You ain't cops, what are you? You know > kidnapping is a federal offence right?" Michael hoped > the last one would hit home, he remembered learning in > class how almost everyone imprisoned in Alcatraz had > been put there for kidnapping. > Damien looked at him. "Kidnapping ? Kiddo have you got your cart before the horse dude ? You're entire family was viciously murdered, you and your brother are alive because we saved you. Now we are offering you shelter in case the killers decide to finish the job... no judge anywhere would take a kidnapping charge seriously. As for kicking my arse, that's simple, because if you can't beat me, you can't beat him. You want to go out there, that's fine, I just want to know you're going to come back... your brother needs you kiddo. I would suggest you go to him, and watch out for him like a big brother is supposed to do, not run out there and get yourself ripped into fucking pastrami, I didn't say you have to fight me... I said you're not leaving otherwise. Last night kiddo, I saved your life, that makes it my responsibility. You wanna go out there and pick a fight, fine, but not until you've proven to me that you will survive it... and even then, you're not leaving until we've had a heart-to-heart, because I don't want to have to come after you with an axe next." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 16:13:30 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <200408031642.47320.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040803151330.47705.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> > Damien looked at him. > "Kidnapping ? Kiddo have you got your cart before > the horse dude ? You're entire family was viciously > murdered, you and your brother are alive because > we saved you. Now we are offering you shelter in > case the killers decide to finish the job... no > judge anywhere would take a kidnapping charge > seriously. As for kicking my arse, that's simple, > because if you can't beat me, you can't beat him. > You want to go out there, that's fine, I just want > to know you're going to come back... your brother > needs you kiddo. I would suggest you go to him, and > watch out for him like a big brother is supposed to > do, not run out there and get yourself ripped into > fucking pastrami, I didn't say you have to fight > me... I said you're not leaving otherwise. Last > night kiddo, I saved your life, that makes it my > responsibility. You wanna go out there and pick a > fight, fine, but not until you've proven to me that > you will survive it... and even then, you're not > leaving until we've had a heart-to-heart, because I > don't want to have to come after you with an axe > next." Michael had tuned out somewhere near the middle of the dressing down, it was all he could do not to roll his eyes as he inhaled to reply, "yeah, we owe you our lives, thanks, that don't make you my mother or something, so you save your lectures for your husband." He caught himself start to succomb to a sudden wave of loss that those words created inside him, but found anger to fuel the fire and balled his fists by his side as he carried on. "My fight ain't with you man, and you got no right to hold me here. I'm leaving," and with that he fixed his gaze on the door back to the lobby and started to walk that way, resolved that if these guys wanted to stop him, they'd have to use force not words to do it.. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Aug 3 20:02:22 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040803151330.47705.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040803151330.47705.qmail@web53102.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040803120263cf3d3b@mail.gmail.com> > Michael had tuned out somewhere near the middle of the > dressing down, it was all he could do not to roll his > eyes as he inhaled to reply, "yeah, we owe you our > lives, thanks, that don't make you my mother or > something, so you save your lectures for your > husband." He caught himself start to succomb to a > sudden wave of loss that those words created inside > him, but found anger to fuel the fire and balled his > fists by his side as he carried on. "My fight ain't > with you man, and you got no right to hold me here. > I'm leaving," and with that he fixed his gaze on the > door back to the lobby and started to walk that way, > resolved that if these guys wanted to stop him, they'd > have to use force not words to do it.. Damien looked straight at him, and decided to try a different tactic. "I can't legally stop you from going, but what right have I got to let you go out there alone right now ? I'm telling you kid you're not ready to face this guy, all you're going to achieve is to get yourself killed. Now if you want, we can train you so when you meet him, you have the skills to take him down. So you got some powers, big whoop. He has those same powers, and he has had them longer than you, he knows his powers better than you do and he can use them more wizely. You cannot beat him yet - but if you want we can make sure that one day you could. You're brother is right up there, he is scared and alone - he just saw his entire family ripped to pieces in front of him. What right have you got to leave him now ? What right have you got to get yourself killed ? Forget about us, think of him. He already lost everyone else he loved, will you let your thirst for revenge take away the only one he has left ? If you insist that this is your battle, fine by me. But at least, for his sake, put it off untill you are ready for it. Wait until you actually have a shot at survival." The vampire was almost pleading, his eyes dark. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 3 22:11:10 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040803120263cf3d3b@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040803211110.89185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > Damien looked straight at him, and decided to try a > different tactic. > "Forget about us, think of him. He already > lost everyone else he loved, will you let your > thirst for revenge take away the only one he has > left? If you insist that this is your battle, fine > by me. But at least, for his sake, put it off > untill you are ready for it. Wait until you actually > have a shot at survival." > The vampire was almost pleading, his eyes dark. Michael stopped, level with Damien, the words had meant something to him. He hadn't felt that out of his depth the previous night, but was that the wolf talking? Could he have taken the other one, deep inside him he knew he could, knew that he was better, but there was Sam. What if he was wrong, what if he wasn't good enough and he died, he couldn't leave his kin like that. Fuck that, he couldn't leave his brother like that. He looked in to the pools of darkness that were Damiens eyes, and asked the crucial questions, "can I change when there isn't a full moon? I'm not waiting a month, but if I can learn what I can do here, train with another wolf, then I'll give you a week. One week, then I kill him. Agreed?" His voice was flat, matter of fact, to the point. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Wed Aug 4 02:40:40 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] ooc note In-Reply-To: <20040803211110.89185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc040803120263cf3d3b@mail.gmail.com> <20040803211110.89185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040803193943.02455fe0@mail.comcast.net> I've been at a family reunion this weekend. It came up kinda suddenly. I'm back today and will try to read through the backlog and get my ladies in place where they need to be for the threads. Hopefully things haven't moved so far that I can't join in. Thanks, Jena From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 4 12:13:22 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam, Evan] In-Reply-To: <20040803134554.55110.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040804111322.4924.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Clean up will be dealin' wiv that, they'll 'ave sorted aht summit believable abaht yer family all needin' t' go away urgently. Probly in a week or two they'll announce an accident somewhere 'ard t' get to wiv you an' Michael the only survivors or summit. They've 'ad a lot o' practise at that sort o' thing." Evan said, puffing slightly as they rounded yet another flight of stairs. "Wish I could say it woz all a dream mate," he added as an afterthought.<< Sam walked silently for a bit. "Yeah, I guess you can't tell them the truth," he said. "No one would believe it, anyway. I don't even believe it, and I was there. I just wish I knew why. Why did those guys come to our house? Why my family? We never did anything to anyone..." Cody trotted along faithfully at his master's side. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Aug 4 12:21:26 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam, Evan] In-Reply-To: <20040804111322.4924.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040804112126.28728.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam walked silently for a bit. "Yeah, I guess you > can't tell them the truth," he said. "No one would > believe it, anyway. I don't even believe it, and I > was there. I just wish I knew why. Why did those > guys come to our house? Why my family? We never > did anything to anyone..." > Cody trotted along faithfully at his master's side. "Dunno, 'opefully we'll get summit aht of the follow up investigation." They finally reached the door to the car park, Evan looked inside, he could see Larry, Damien and beside him Michael. Gabes bike was sat out in the middle of the parking area. "Looks like they fahnd 'im. Want me t' go in first?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 4 12:28:29 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam, Evan] In-Reply-To: <20040804112126.28728.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040804112829.26664.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Dunno, 'opefully we'll get summit aht of the follow up investigation." They finally reached the door to the car park, Evan looked inside, he could see Larry, Damien and beside him Michael. Gabes bike was sat out in the middle of the parking area. "Looks like they fahnd 'im. Want me t' go in first?"<< Sam nodded. He was a little scared of Michael right now. The claw marks in his computer screen had shaken him up a lot. He didn't want Mikey turning on him and trying to kill him or anything. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Aug 4 12:43:04 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [tag Sam, Carpark] In-Reply-To: <20040804112829.26664.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040804114304.58176.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam nodded. He was a little scared of Michael right > now. The claw marks in his computer screen had > shaken him up a lot. He didn't want Mikey turning > on him and trying to kill him or anything. Evan walked in to the basement with Sam and Cody in the shadows behind him. ~Cody, no need t' worry mate, ain't nothing gonna 'appen t' Sam 'ere. Alright?~ he thought in the dogs direction. There was a tension in the air, Michael was talking to Damien about some sort of deal. Concentrating on 'talking' to Cody, Evan hadn't caught the specifics. [tag the room in general I guess] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Aug 5 06:02:33 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal, Rebecca] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0408010227671c64c7@mail.gmail.com> References: <20040731032244.3784.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc0408010227671c64c7@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040804224939.0240e208@mail.comcast.net> >She took another deep drag. "Who are you by the way ? Cos by the smell of >you, you oughta show me just a bit of respect... there is a cat-lycan in >this building I'lll bet she loves to chase you when the moon's out baby... >guess what, I'm the one who chases >her." Sal took another deep drag, then stubbed the smoke out, at least >right now no one would notice the hiding Wendy if she kept her head down, >Sal had stolen the show. "Fucking hell, I still aint had no breakfast, be >a darling and tell the cook to hurry the >fuck up, a babe can't live on bones alone ya know." "To be respected you have to earn it, and you do not. You are no more than a mangy curr, and this is my diner and kitchen. There is nothing for you here. You can either get out on your own or I'll have security escort you out, and I'll be having a word with both Commander Sullivan and Corporal Rizolli." Her sharp gaze had caught the flutter of wings and the remembered anger from the night before came back, pushing through Muse's usual shyness. The fact she'd even raised her voice caught the attention of a group of house staff that had just entered, looking for dinner, most of them seeming surprised and keeping an eye that way, just incase. From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Aug 5 07:41:12 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <20040803211110.89185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc040803120263cf3d3b@mail.gmail.com> <20040803211110.89185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040804234828.0249b3e8@mail.comcast.net> > What if he was wrong, what if he wasn't good enough and he died, he > couldn't leave his kin like that. Fuck that, he couldn't leave his >brother like that. He looked in to the pools of darkness that were Damiens >eyes, and asked the crucial questions, "can I change when there isn't a >full moon? I'm not waiting a month, but if I can learn what I can do here, >train with another wolf, then I'll give you a week. One week, then I kill >him. Agreed?" His voice was flat, matter of fact, to the point. Stephanie arrived on the scene several minutes after Damien. She'd been slowed by the need to visit the litterbox and decided that whatever was down there they could handle while she made the necessary stop. She blinked slowly as she came to find Damien and Michael staring each other down. She could smell the wolf on Michael and it sent a chill down her spine. Angry angry wolf cub...that wasn't good. From ajventer at gmail.com Sat Aug 7 10:44:52 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal, Rebecca] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040804224939.0240e208@mail.comcast.net> References: <20040731032244.3784.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc0408010227671c64c7@mail.gmail.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040804224939.0240e208@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0408070244d79b505@mail.gmail.com> > > "To be respected you have to earn it, and you do not. You are no more than > a mangy curr, and this is my diner and kitchen. There is nothing for you > here. You can either get out on your own or I'll have security escort you > out, and I'll be having a word with both Commander Sullivan and Corporal > Rizolli." Her sharp gaze had caught the flutter of wings and the > remembered anger from the night before came back, pushing through Muse's > usual shyness. The fact she'd even raised her voice caught the attention > of a group of house staff that had just entered, looking for dinner, most > of them seeming surprised and keeping an eye that way, just incase. > Sal laughed. "Corporal who ? What are you people on ? " Then her face hardened a bit. "You're kitchen eh, well gee fuckin' wiz. That still don't give you the right to come down on me like that. I mean, she was smoking too." She pointed to Rebecca. "I aint no rat but fair is fuckin' fair you can't just come down on me alone like that." She took a last deep drag, finishing the smoke off and stubbed it out. Before she was faking, now however she was really angry. "Did you know that in this country we have a law that if you are charged with a crime, and you can prove that this same crime is regularly overlooked by the authorities who charged you, it get's thrown out of court. It's called 'selective and vindictive prosecution' - and it's illegal. I may be just a punky kid, but I aint stupid. Respect is earned eh ? How can you say I don't then, when you don't know me ? Do you know why kids like me shun the clothes and hairstyles that everyone else wears ? Why we purposefully try to look as if we don't respect you or give a damn about your opinion ? It's very simple, anybody who actually deserves respect will never be shallow enough to notice how another person looks. In other words I respect anyone who shuns that kind of stupidity and shallowness, which I could point out has it's entire history firmly based in class-oppression. Armani-suits, Donna-Karan dresses, Manners, none of it is anything more than shallow attempts at manipulating others. I have my own way of handling life, my own ideas on good and bad, I never abandon a friend, I never try to be anything I'm not - those are the greatest sins I know. But you didn't know that did you ? Instead you dismiss me on the grounds that I am not trying to be what you want me to be. That in my book is the third greatest sin." Her shouted rant finished, Sal stomped on her heel before sitting down again. Righteous indignation burning on her face. tag OOC: She has a philosophy behind her actions ? Trust me I am the most surprized of all. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Sat Aug 7 10:49:22 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040804234828.0249b3e8@mail.comcast.net> References: <7f39e5bc040803120263cf3d3b@mail.gmail.com> <20040803211110.89185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040804234828.0249b3e8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04080702494b851144@mail.gmail.com> > Stephanie arrived on the scene several minutes after Damien. She'd been > slowed by the need to visit the litterbox and decided that whatever was > down there they could handle while she made the necessary stop. She > blinked slowly as she came to find Damien and Michael staring each other > down. She could smell the wolf on Michael and it sent a chill down her > spine. Angry angry wolf cub...that wasn't good. > Damien noticed her arrival and treated her to a quick smile, his face softening, before returning his attention to Michael. "Yes, Lycan's can change at will. I don't have the authority to make you that deal, besides I think you are being massively over-optimistic if you think you can learn what you need in a week... but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll ask one of the other lycan's here if their up for training you. Friday night, if you still believe you can and should go, then come to me after Dusk, and I'll take you. That way at least I can make sure you go after the right person, and I can save your ass if needed... deal ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Sat Aug 7 12:23:51 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal, Rebecca] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0408070244d79b505@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of A.J. Venter > Sent: 07 August 2004 10:45 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: Re: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag Wendy, Sal, Rebecca] > > > > > > "To be respected you have to earn it, and you do not. You are > no more than > > a mangy curr, and this is my diner and kitchen. There is > nothing for you > > here. You can either get out on your own or I'll have security > escort you > > out, and I'll be having a word with both Commander Sullivan and Corporal > > Rizolli." Her sharp gaze had caught the flutter of wings and the > > remembered anger from the night before came back, pushing through Muse's > > usual shyness. The fact she'd even raised her voice caught the > attention > > of a group of house staff that had just entered, looking for > dinner, most > > of them seeming surprised and keeping an eye that way, just incase. > > > Sal laughed. "Corporal who ? What are you people on ? " > Then her face hardened a bit. > "You're kitchen eh, well gee fuckin' wiz. That still don't give you > the right to come down > on me like that. I mean, she was smoking too." She pointed to Rebecca. Rebecca nodded sheepishly. > "I aint no rat but fair is fuckin' fair you can't just come down on me > alone like that." > She took a last deep drag, finishing the smoke off and stubbed it out. "Well to be fair, perhaps this lady did not see me smoking" Rebecca interjected > Before she was faking, now however she was really angry. > "Did you know that in this country we have a law that if you are > charged with a crime, > and you can prove that this same crime is regularly overlooked by the > authorities who charged > you, it get's thrown out of court. It's called 'selective and > vindictive prosecution' - and it's > illegal. I may be just a punky kid, but I aint stupid. > Respect is earned eh ? How can you say I don't then, when you > don't know me ? > Do you know why kids like me shun the clothes and hairstyles that > everyone else wears ? > Why we purposefully try to look as if we don't respect you or give a > damn about your opinion ? > It's very simple, anybody who actually deserves respect will never be > shallow enough to notice how another person looks. > In other words I respect anyone who shuns that kind of stupidity and > shallowness, which > I could point out has it's entire history firmly based in > class-oppression. Armani-suits, > Donna-Karan dresses, Manners, none of it is anything more than shallow > attempts at manipulating others. > I have my own way of handling life, my own ideas on good and bad, I > never abandon a friend, > I never try to be anything I'm not - those are the greatest sins I > know. But you didn't know that > did you ? Instead you dismiss me on the grounds that I am not trying > to be what you want me > to be. That in my book is the third greatest sin." > > Her shouted rant finished, Sal stomped on her heel before sitting down > again. Righteous > indignation burning on her face. > Rebecca gazed at Sal contemplating if she should point out the fallacies in her argument, elucidate on the finer points of class oppression or simply point out that Sal was just as guilty if not more so of what she was accusing the kitchen woman. Instead she sighed, maybe after several vodkas she'd be willing to get into this but there was a reason after all why she had not followed the therapeutic psychology route - the severe inability to give a shit. She glanced at Muse and did the adult thing - "I'm sorry I smoked in your canteen; it won't happen again." Rebecca picked up her key card from the table; she had been prepared for many things when coming here but dealing with a highly insecure girl was not one of them. In Becca's experience the only people who made such a big deal out of "respect" and being "respected" were those with self-esteem problems. "See you around" she directed at Sal and the hidden Wendy and she turned to head towards the canteen exit. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 7 22:03:05 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon) Message-ID: It must have been a dream he was immersed in. A great looking broad had held his hand and talked to him whilst someone painted spirals and funny looking symbols on his eyelids. Jonathon's consciousness rose to full awareness and he sat up, looking at his hand. It looked pretty normal, although when he flexed it, it was stiff and somewhat unresponsive. He decided to treat it carefully. Looking round he realised he must be in the HQ, and Joy must be somewhere about. It was all coming back to him. That woman, Natalia, she'd done something to heal him, and told him to eat. Well that seemed like a great idea. He was ravenous. He put his legs over the side of the bed, and stood carefully. An orderly came over to him. "How are you feeling Mr O'Brien? Any pain there?" "Oh just peachy thanks. Hey where do I get breakfast around here then? I'm starving." "We have a canteen down one flight of stairs, or I can get you something sent up for you to have here." The orderly offered. "No, no, I'm sure I can make it down a flight of stairs, I need to talk to some people anyway, but thanks" Jonathon really didn't want to eat a solitary breakfast up in the infirmary, there were bound to be interesting people to talk to in the canteen. He walked to the doorway, and indicated down the main stairs, and the orderly nodded. "Let me or any of the other staff know if there's anything you need." "Thanks" He walked slowly to the staircase, taking in his surroundings. There was a briefing room, and various laboratories, and in the corner a computer room, which he noted. Then he walked down the stairs and into the canteen, looking for somewhere to sit... Tag - anyone in there fancy talking to him? Women beware his ladyee killing smile! From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 8 18:17:56 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag Michael, Larry, Stephanie ?] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04080702494b851144@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040808171756.79868.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> >> spine. Angry angry wolf cub...that wasn't good. > "Yes, Lycan's can change at will. I don't have the > authority to make you that deal, besides I think you > are being massively over-optimistic if you think you > can learn what you need in a week... but I'll tell > you what I'll do. I'll ask one of the other lycan's > here if their up for training you. Friday night, if > you still believe you can and should go, then come > to me after Dusk, and I'll take you. That way at > least I can make sure you go after the right person, > and I can save your ass if needed... deal ?" Still angry, Michael put on a high pitched childish voice, "gosh, you'd do all of that for little old me?" before giving him a withering look and in his own voice adding, "you want to be careful there man, you almost said something specific." Looking up he saw Evan and Sam arrive. Sam looked scared and Michael had a sneaking suspicion that he was the cause. He tried to calm himself down as he walked toward the pair by the door. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 8 22:14:21 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040808171756.79868.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040808211421.63291.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >> spine. Angry angry wolf cub...that wasn't good. > "Yes, Lycan's can change at will. I don't have the > authority to make you that deal, besides I think you > are being massively over-optimistic if you think you > can learn what you need in a week... but I'll tell > you what I'll do. I'll ask one of the other lycan's > here if their up for training you. Friday night, if > you still believe you can and should go, then come > to me after Dusk, and I'll take you. That way at > least I can make sure you go after the right person, > and I can save your ass if needed... deal ?" >>Still angry, Michael put on a high pitched childish voice, "gosh, you'd do all of that for little old me?" before giving him a withering look and in his own voice adding, "you want to be careful there man, you almost said something specific." Looking up he saw Evan and Sam arrive. Sam looked scared and Michael had a sneaking suspicion that he was the cause. He tried to calm himself down as he walked toward the pair by the door.<< Sam was scared, but he was a little angry, too. "You were gonna go, weren't you?" he said as soon as his brother approached. "Even after you told me you wouldn't do anything stupid, you were gonna go and leave me here all alone after all that happened! What was I supposed to do if you got killed, and I couldn't find you? You're my family, too!" He took a breath, then looked from Michael to Evan, then to Damien and back to Michael again. "You...you ARE my family still, aren't you? Or is that wolf inside you going to take you away, too?" Cody had growled as Michael approached. His master's brother smelled different somehow, and the dog didn't like it. He stood ready to defend the young boy to the death if necessary. Tag garage group From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 8 22:26:55 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040808212655.43004.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Clare McNall wrote: > > "To be respected you have to earn it, and you do not. You are > no more than > > a mangy curr, and this is my diner and kitchen. There is > nothing for you > > here. You can either get out on your own or I'll have security > escort you > > out, and I'll be having a word with both Commander Sullivan and Corporal > > Rizolli." Her sharp gaze had caught the flutter of wings and the > > remembered anger from the night before came back, pushing through Muse's > > usual shyness. The fact she'd even raised her voice caught the > attention > > of a group of house staff that had just entered, looking for > dinner, most > > of them seeming surprised and keeping an eye that way, just incase. > > > Sal laughed. "Corporal who ? What are you people on ? " > Then her face hardened a bit. > "You're kitchen eh, well gee fuckin' wiz. That still don't give you > the right to come down > on me like that. I mean, she was smoking too." She pointed to Rebecca. >Rebecca nodded sheepishly. > "I aint no rat but fair is fuckin' fair you can't just come down on me > alone like that." > She took a last deep drag, finishing the smoke off and stubbed it out. >"Well to be fair, perhaps this lady did not see me smoking" Rebecca interjected > Before she was faking, now however she was really angry. > "Did you know that in this country we have a law that if you are > charged with a crime, > and you can prove that this same crime is regularly overlooked by the > authorities who charged > you, it get's thrown out of court. It's called 'selective and > vindictive prosecution' - and it's > illegal. I may be just a punky kid, but I aint stupid. > Respect is earned eh ? How can you say I don't then, when you > don't know me ? > Do you know why kids like me shun the clothes and hairstyles that > everyone else wears ? > Why we purposefully try to look as if we don't respect you or give a > damn about your opinion ? > It's very simple, anybody who actually deserves respect will never be > shallow enough to notice how another person looks. > In other words I respect anyone who shuns that kind of stupidity and > shallowness, which > I could point out has it's entire history firmly based in > class-oppression. Armani-suits, > Donna-Karan dresses, Manners, none of it is anything more than shallow > attempts at manipulating others. > I have my own way of handling life, my own ideas on good and bad, I > never abandon a friend, > I never try to be anything I'm not - those are the greatest sins I > know. But you didn't know that > did you ? Instead you dismiss me on the grounds that I am not trying > to be what you want me > to be. That in my book is the third greatest sin." > > Her shouted rant finished, Sal stomped on her heel before sitting down > again. Righteous > indignation burning on her face. Wendy continued to huddle behind Sal's hair. "Let's get out of here before she calls Ratso," the fairy whispered. "He sees us, and he'll make us work, and no beefcake for breakfast." > >>Rebecca gazed at Sal contemplating if she should point out the fallacies in her argument, elucidate on the finer points of class oppression or simply point out that Sal was just as guilty if not more so of what she was accusing the kitchen woman. Instead she sighed, maybe after several vodkas she'd be willing to get into this but there was a reason after all why she had not followed the therapeutic psychology route - the severe inability to give a shit. She glanced at Muse and did the adult thing - "I'm sorry I smoked in your canteen; it won't happen again." Rebecca picked up her key card from the table; she had been prepared for many things when coming here but dealing with a highly insecure girl was not one of them. In Becca's experience the only people who made such a big deal out of "respect" and being "respected" were those with self-esteem problems. "See you around" she directed at Sal and the hidden Wendy and she turned to head towards the canteen exit.<< ++++++++++++++++ Ratso checked in with Larry, who said that the situation in the garage seemed to be under control. With instructions to call him if needed, the corporal decided to grab some breakfast and take another look at the most beautiful woman in the universe. He bounded up the stairs, then slowed when he approached the door to the diner. He checked his hair in a shiny metal plaque, then sauntered in. Immediately he saw the crowd around one table -- a crowd that included his lady love. Things must be serious to bring her out of the kitchen. He sniffed. There was the dog who'd made such a mess last night, and another smell he knew, that of fairy dust. That explained part of it. The lingering aroma of cigarrette smoke completed the picture. Muse was fanatical about people smoking in the diner. "Dere a problem here, Muse?" he asked. He almost ran headlong into a woman leaving from that very table. "Oh, excuse me," he said, then examined her closely. "I don't think I know you. If you'll come back over here for a minute, I'll help you, Miss...?" He gently took her arm, encouraging her to come with him back to the table. Tag diner crowd From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 9 00:46:10 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040808211421.63291.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040808234610.93080.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam was scared, but he was a little angry, too. > "You were gonna go, weren't you?" he said as soon as > his brother approached. "Even after you told me you > wouldn't do anything stupid, you were gonna go and > leave me here all alone after all that happened! > What was I supposed to do if you got killed, and I > couldn't find you? You're my family, too!" Something deep down in Michael wanted to bristle, to remind this pup who the alpha was, but it stayed deep, Michaels human side stomping it down. Instead he looked ashamed at having caused his brother so much discomfort. > He took a breath, then looked from Michael to Evan, > then to Damien and back to Michael again. > "You...you ARE my family still, aren't you? Or is > that wolf inside you going to take you away, too?" "Sam," Michael said, his voice wavering slightly, "of course I'm still family. I wasn't going to disappear. I just needed to find out about the things that did this to us. Find the one that was left and kill it, so it couldn't try and harm you again. I had to do it, for us Sam. Don't you understand bro?" He ignored Damien, who he had walked past to get a full view of Sam. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 9 00:47:31 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040808211421.63291.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040808234731.97659.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > Cody had growled as Michael approached. His > master's brother smelled different somehow, and the > dog didn't like it. He stood ready to defend the > young boy to the death if necessary. Evan concentrated on Cody ~dahn't worry chum, 'e ain't gonna 'urt Sam, yer can be sure of that.~ He reached his hand down and gently patted Cody's neck... [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 9 09:43:51 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <20040808212655.43004.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > ++++++++++++++++ > > Ratso checked in with Larry, who said that the situation in the > garage seemed to be under control. With instructions to call him > if needed, the corporal decided to grab some breakfast and take > another look at the most beautiful woman in the universe. He > bounded up the stairs, then slowed when he approached the door to > the diner. He checked his hair in a shiny metal plaque, then > sauntered in. > > Immediately he saw the crowd around one table -- a crowd that > included his lady love. Things must be serious to bring her out > of the kitchen. He sniffed. There was the dog who'd made such a > mess last night, and another smell he knew, that of fairy dust. > That explained part of it. The lingering aroma of cigarrette > smoke completed the picture. Muse was fanatical about people > smoking in the diner. > > "Dere a problem here, Muse?" he asked. He almost ran headlong > into a woman leaving from that very table. > > "Oh, excuse me," he said, then examined her closely. "I don't > think I know you. If you'll come back over here for a minute, > I'll help you, Miss...?" He gently took her arm, encouraging her > to come with him back to the table. > Rebecca swayed back slightly to avoid tripping over the smaller man. . Before she could step away he gently took her arm and she couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her body. Once as a child, Rebecca had fallen and cut her knee, the six year old girl had sat with her hand clasped firmly over the cut while the blood trickled out from under her palm - afraid to look and repulsed at the thought of what she might discover if she removed her hand. A similar whirlwind of emotion swept through her; revulsion and fear swiftly followed by a cavalry charge of rage. She clenched her fist, trying to bring her self under control, her face flushed but she managed to temper the fire running through her body. It wasn't his fault or the others; it was a battle to be fought within herself. It felt like an eternity but in fact the whole experience lasted mere seconds. She relaxed slightly and began to answer his prompt "..Drake, Rebecca Drake.." however the relaxation was a mistake - the slight churn that occurred in her stomach each time she met each of them intensified. The flush faded from her face and instead she went very pale, she took shallow breaths to ward off the nausea thinking rather inanely that the kitchen woman would be REALLY mad if she vomited all over her table. /Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 9 12:20:26 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040809112026.39876.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Clare McNall wrote: >>Rebecca swayed back slightly to avoid tripping over the smaller man. god - another one>. Before she could step away he gently took her arm and she couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her body. Once as a child, Rebecca had fallen and cut her knee, the six year old girl had sat with her hand clasped firmly over the cut while the blood trickled out from under her palm - afraid to look and repulsed at the thought of what she might discover if she removed her hand. A similar whirlwind of emotion swept through her; revulsion and fear swiftly followed by a cavalry charge of rage. She clenched her fist, trying to bring her self under control, her face flushed but she managed to temper the fire running through her body. It wasn't his fault or the others; it was a battle to be fought within herself. It felt like an eternity but in fact the whole experience lasted mere seconds. She relaxed slightly and began to answer his prompt "..Drake, Rebecca Drake.." however the relaxation was a mistake - the slight churn that occurred in her stomach each time she met each of them intensified. The flush faded from her face and instead she went very pale, she took shallow breaths to ward off the nausea thinking rather inanely that the kitchen woman would be REALLY mad if she vomited all over her table.<< Ratso sensed something was wrong. "Hey, lady, are you ok?" There was genuine concern in her voice. "You look a little green around the gills. Why don't you go wait by da door, sos you can get some fresh air? I'll get what I need from you in a minute, an take you wherever you need ta go." He pointed her towards a table near the door but did not escort her there. The problem seemed to have started when he touched her. It was a reaction he'd had a few times, but not so intense, and usually it just ended with a slap to the face (his, that is). He watched to make sure she'd be all right, then returned to the group at the table. "Now, what happened here?" Tag diner From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 9 12:26:08 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (merging Dawn at HQ with Chilling Discovery) In-Reply-To: <20040803074029.36324.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040809112608.26224.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Aye hen," Callum agreed, walking to the corner of the car. > "Look sharp, though...if he sees the present I've > got for him, he might be able to take control of it > and turn it back on us. If he does, run like hell!" Callum decided the best thing to do was keep the enemies attention focussed on him, although he didn't want to be antagonistic about it. "Hey, we're going ta leave you to it then," he shouted, keeping up Meg's 'leaving' facade, "ya dinnae mind if we take our friend do ye?" > While Callum blocked the janitor's view with his > body, Meg let her claws become hands again, then > quickly assembled her laser-sighted, highly illegal > RPG launcher. She crouched behind Callum. Taking > aim from behind the cover of her packmate and the > car, she pulled the trigger and launched an > incindary grenade at the base of the tree the bad > guy was hiding in. As the grenade screamed past him all Callum had time to say was "jings." > "Run!" she yelled at the people in the ambulance... He turned to Meg, wondering if he should be diving for cover or something..<< Meg grabbed Callum's arm, dragging him away from the car and the tree where the janitor was perched. "We can't let him get a bead on us," she hissed. Tag? (or wait for Dalore's reaction) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 9 12:32:26 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040808234610.93080.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040809113226.10188.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Something deep down in Michael wanted to bristle, to remind this pup who the alpha was, but it stayed deep, Michaels human side stomping it down. Instead he looked ashamed at having caused his brother so much discomfort. > He took a breath, then looked from Michael to Evan, > then to Damien and back to Michael again. > "You...you ARE my family still, aren't you? Or is > that wolf inside you going to take you away, too?" "Sam," Michael said, his voice wavering slightly, "of course I'm still family. I wasn't going to disappear. I just needed to find out about the things that did this to us. Find the one that was left and kill it, so it couldn't try and harm you again. I had to do it, for us Sam. Don't you understand bro?" He ignored Damien, who he had walked past to get a full view of Sam.<< Sam shook his head. "No, I don't. Not really. If you kill him, then you're no better than he is. What if he's just like you? What if HIS family was attacked, and he got turned into a wolf, just like you? Maybe it's not his fault. Don't you think you should talk to him first, before you just kill him? I...I know what he did to Mom, and Dad, and Jamie..." The boy closed his eyes, trying to force the images out of his head. "But you becoming a murdurer won't bring them back. It'll just take you away. You think it won't, but it'll change things forever, and you won't be able to change 'em back again. Can't you wait until you can be...well, more yourself?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Aug 9 12:35:15 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040808234731.97659.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040809113515.48631.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Evan concentrated on Cody ~dahn't worry chum, 'e ain't gonna 'urt Sam, yer can be sure of that.~ He reached his hand down and gently patted Cody's neck...<< Cody calmed a little at Evan's thoughts and touch. ~He better not...Boy is different...smells strange...what is he?~ He whined a little as Evan petted him. ~That's nice.~ Tag From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 9 12:49:38 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040809112608.26224.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040809114938.13493.qmail@web25201.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Meg grabbed Callum's arm, dragging him away from the > car and the tree where the janitor was perched. "We > can't let him get a bead on us," she hissed. "What?" Callum assumed she was using some American police jargon, that meant a target or something, but wasn't sure. His feet hurt running across the stones and things on the floor. He promised himself he was going to go and get some slip on shoes at the first opportunity. He ducked down trying to put himself in a less vulnerable position. "I'm gonna try and get some information Hen, see if that does us any good, because we're potentially screwed here, without something to start working on. I guess you don't have unlimited numbers of those things." He took the PDA out of his pocket, and quickly typed in NECROMANCER SPELLS DEFEAT DEFENCES into the database. Whilst it was searching he smiled at Meg and murmured "That was bloody impressive by the way, remind me never to get on your bad side..." Tag GMs and Meg ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 9 13:20:52 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <20040809112026.39876.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso sensed something was wrong. "Hey, lady, are you ok?" > There was genuine concern in her voice. "You look a little green > around the gills. Why don't you go wait by da door, sos you can > get some fresh air? I'll get what I need from you in a minute, > an take you wherever you need ta go." Rebecca did not trust herself to speak but simply nodded her agreement. > He pointed her towards a table near the door but did not escort > her there. The problem seemed to have started when he touched > her. It was a reaction he'd had a few times, but not so intense, > and usually it just ended with a slap to the face (his, that is). She made her way unsteadily to the table the man indicated and took a seat. Turning her back on Sal and the others, she briefly slipped her hand under the neckline of her top and checked the bandage on her shoulder. Examining her fingers she was relieved to see no blood, at least that was something. > He watched to make sure she'd be all right, then returned to the > group at the table. > > "Now, what happened here?" > > Tag diner The added distance seemed to help and the nausea eased but she still felt uneasy. These sudden rushes of emotion were unsettling, Rebecca had always been a calm person some would say too calm - detached or "an unfeeling icy bitch" as Daniel had once called her. She'd slapped his face hard, twice in fact but at the third swing he had caught her wrist and the ensuing struggle had lead somewhere else entirely. Hah she'd made him pay several times over for that insult but in her heart she hadn't been insulted. It was true, it was something she prided herself on but now her self control seemed to have deserted her. Thoughts of Daniel brought another emotion - but an unexpected one - grief. "Damn" she muttered to herself blinking back the unwelled tears. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, locking in the tears. "I need to get a grip" she muttered to herself, I need to understand why I'm feeling this way but I just can't do it in the midst of it. In her mind Rebecca started to construct a dam to stand against the unwanted emotions. The dam turned into a circular fort with herself in the middle, her breathing became measured as she concentrated on her mental construct. A fort on a hill - a perfect calm day - quiet very quiet but ready for the storm. Tag ooc - if anyone wants to interrupt her meditating please feel free! From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 9 13:21:06 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040809113226.10188.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040809122106.97482.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam shook his head. "No, I don't. Not really. If > you kill him, then you're no better than he is. > What if he's just like you? What if HIS family was > attacked, and he got turned into a wolf, just like > you? Maybe it's not his fault. Don't you think you > should talk to him first, before you just kill him? > I...I know what he did to Mom, and Dad, and > Jamie..." > The boy closed his eyes, trying to force the images > out of his head. Michael tried to stay calm, but the rage was welling inside him again. Part of his brain pounded at him that this whelp couldn't be allowed to talk to him like that, had to be made to submit. He worked on keeping the feelings hidden. Had to stay calm. Then Sam mentioned the pack dying, the blood, the smell, the meat. His breath came in shallow pants as he fought for control. > "But you becoming a murdurer won't bring them back. > It'll just take you away. You think it won't, but > it'll change things forever, and you won't be able > to change 'em back again. Can't you wait until you > can be...well, more yourself?" Finally he could hold no longer, he could feel his body, his muscles flexing in some sub-concious preperation for sudden work. His teeth felt sharper as he slid his tongue around his top lip, moistening his mouth. "Sam," his voice had a low growling tone to it, oblivious to the fact he carried on, "I don't know what I am any more. It's so difficult, it's like there's a new force inside me with its own agenda." He looked around the throng assembled in the garage and suddenly realised he didn't want to bare his soul before them, or that he musn't appear weak to them, he couldn't split the two intertwined thought processes. Sharply he finished, "we will discuss this in the den, it isn't for outsiders to know." The nearness of the wolf was obvious to Stephanie and Damien, the humans within the room could just feel the menace coming off of Michael in waves. Sam, the only person now who knew the fully human Michael, could see the brother he knew in odd flickers across his brothers face, could see that somewhere inside his brother still wanted the best for him, but could only hope that it would be the part of his brother that won through. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 9 13:26:24 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040809113515.48631.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040809122624.42699.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > Cody calmed a little at Evan's thoughts and touch. > ~He better not...Boy is different...smells > strange...what is he?~ > He whined a little as Evan petted him. ~That's > nice.~ Evan kept up the stroking as he watched the brothers converse. He wished he knew how to sort things out but merely knew he had no ideas. Instead, he 'talked' to Cody, ~Yer boys bruvver is summit else now. 'E ain't 'uman any more. Part o' 'im is wolf, like the things that invaded yer 'ome last night. I 'ope 'e can control it, but wolves ain't reknown fer kowtowin'~ [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Aug 9 16:09:24 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040809122624.42699.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040809113515.48631.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> <20040809122624.42699.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040809082539.023eee28@mail.comcast.net> > > Cody calmed a little at Evan's thoughts and touch. ~He better not...Boy > is different...smells strange...what is he?~ He whined a little as Evan > petted him. ~That's nice.~ > >Evan kept up the stroking as he watched the brothers converse. He wished >he knew how to sort things out but merely knew he had no ideas. Instead, >he 'talked' to Cody, ~Yer boys bruvver is summit else now. 'E ain't 'uman >any more. Part o' 'im is wolf, like the things >that invaded yer 'ome last night. I 'ope 'e can control it, but wolves >ain't reknown fer kowtowin'~ Five minutes. All Stephanie really wanted was five minutes where something wasn't going pear shaped. Despite the near raging werewolf who she wanted to run from the woman stepped up next to Sam, laying calming fingertips on the boy's shoulder. Mothering instincts in her kind were even stronger than running ones... ~I'm an idiot...~ The words flashed through her brain even as she prepared to shift. If the man lost it it was likely she could get him to chase her, and there was a tranq gun in one of the retrieval and recovery vans...if someone could get to it. From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 9 17:18:06 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040809082539.023eee28@mail.comcast.net> References: <20040809113515.48631.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> <20040809122624.42699.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> <6.1.0.6.0.20040809082539.023eee28@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0408090918332a1552@mail.gmail.com> > Five minutes. All Stephanie really wanted was five minutes where something > wasn't going pear shaped. Despite the near raging werewolf who she wanted > to run from the woman stepped up next to Sam, laying calming fingertips on > the boy's shoulder. Mothering instincts in her kind were even stronger > than running ones... ~I'm an idiot...~ The words flashed through her > brain even as she prepared to shift. If the man lost it it was likely she > could get him to chase her, and there was a tranq gun in one of the > retrieval and recovery vans...if someone could get to it. Damien had watched the scened from behind after he let Michael step past him. The boy had so much rage, thus far there had been no getting through to him. Now however he sensed that things were going bad, the kid was losing control, time for a completely new approach perhaps. He lay a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder, and as the raging boy looked around looked him directly in the eye, he was neither claiming superiority, nor submitting. "Hold on there kiddo, be his master, don't let him be yours. That's you're little brother, not some challenger." His eyes were soft, and lips trembled a bit, but not with fear, there was none to be smelled on him, concern yes, but not fear. He held out an arm to Michael, cocked at the elbow in the classic greeting of brotherhood. "Fight it kiddo - don't let the wolf take over, not until you can rule him. Take my hand kiddo, stay with us." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Aug 9 18:07:12 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Difference in philosophy (Was: I'll give you 'fetch' - pulling threads together) Message-ID: <080920041707.25177.4117AF3F000AC76B000062592200761438970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> She took a last deep drag, finishing the smoke off and stubbed it out. Before she was faking, now however she was really angry. "Did you know that in this country we have a law that if you are charged with a crime, and you can prove that this same crime is regularly overlooked by the authorities who charged you, it get's thrown out of court. It's called 'selective and vindictive prosecution' - and it's illegal. I may be just a punky kid, but I aint stupid. Respect is earned eh? How can you say I don't then, when you don't know me? Do you know why kids like me shun the clothes and hairstyles that everyone else wears? Why we purposefully try to look as if we don't respect you or give a damn about your opinion? It's very simple, anybody who actually deserves respect will never be shallow enough to notice how another person looks. In other words I respect anyone who shuns that kind of stupidity and shallowness, which I could point out has it's entire history firmly based in class-oppression. Armani-suits, Donna-Karan dresses, Manners, none of it is anything more than shallow attempts at manipulating others. I have my own way of handling life, my own ideas on good and bad, I never abandon a friend, I never try to be anything I'm not - those are the greatest sins I know. But you didn't know that did you? Instead you dismiss me on the grounds that I am not trying to be what you want me to be. That in my book is the third greatest sin." Her shouted rant finished, Sal stomped on her heel before sitting down again. Righteous indignation burning on her face. Ratso sensed something was wrong. "Hey, lady, are you ok?" There was genuine concern in her voice. "You look a little green around the gills. Why don't you go wait by da door, sos you can get some fresh air? I'll get what I need from you in a minute, an take you wherever you need ta go." He pointed her towards a table near the door but did not escort her there. The problem seemed to have started when he touched her. It was a reaction he'd had a few times, but not so intense, and usually it just ended with a slap to the face (his, that is). He watched to make sure she'd be all right, then returned to the group at the table. "Now, what happened here?" Muse was aware that Ratso had shown up, but she was angry and embarassed and a lot of other emotions that she wasn't thinking too hard on. It was difficult to feel so much, easier when you just sat in the kitchen and took people's food orders, but now she was out and about and that always meant trouble. "Part the first, your companion was to receive the same warning about smoking, and both of you would have received it much more politely if you'd not been shooting off your mouth. Guess what, you share this room with a lot of other people and they have just as much right to peace and not sharing your cancer as you have to spread it. The difference is that someone else makes the rules here, and if you don't like the rules and can't abide by them no one is keeping you here. You get all indignant about how I'm judging you based on your looks, but, funnily enough, I've not said a word about how you look. I don't care. I wouldn't care if you were a three headed martian from the planet Zog. Dismiss you on the grounds that you're not what I want you to be, hardly. I have no specific idea for what I 'want you to be' save that if you're going to be here you'll follow the over arcing rules just like everyone else. You claim I judge you by looks, which is incorrect, and then judge me by smell. Respect you because you chase the cat? I may not get along with her, but I know what it's like to be chased, and I'll be damned if I'll support someone else going through it. You wanna pretend that the whole world is against you, and oh how picked on and misunderstood am I. People judge me, people are shallow, wah, wah, wah. You're not being picked on. No one smokes here and folks are expected to behave themselves, that's upheld for everyone, not selective or vindictively dished out. Likewise no one else trashes the dispensary, where there are supplies for everyone, and thinks that it's okay. Wendy might, but she has her own issues and I'll yell at her when it's her turn. First time shifters are able to control themselves and not run around doing whatever they want or instinct demands, but you show up and think you have no need to even consider anyone else? Don't you even dare talk about how people judge you when your behavior speaks loud and clear. Get over yourself. No one CARES what you look like or what a toug h ass bitch you can be. There are so many bigger things in this city than you. You wanna stay in this place with these good people, then grow up." Muse had gone from angry to furious somewhere in the ranting and raving from the girl, and her reponse was delievered in cold clipped tones that were totally atypical of the mouse woman. It was like a dam somewhere inside had broken open and she just couldn't help herself. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Aug 9 19:22:00 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <> There seemed to be something of an altercation happening further into the room, and he really didn't want to go anywhere near the participants. There seemed to be some issue about people smoking, and he automatically patted his pocket for his cigarettes and told himself he really didn't want one right now, he'd seen no sign of a smoking room and was not going to incur the wrath of anyone by lighting up in here. Realising when to shut up and stay out of trouble had gone him a long way so far in life. There was a woman sitting at the nearest table to the door, who looked like she was going to barf. His chivalrous nature, which he found rarely failed to get him laid, sprang to the forefront. "Are you okay? Can I do something to help?" He smiled at her, and sat down in the chair opposite, looking concerned. Tag Rebecca From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 9 22:43:10 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > There was a woman sitting at the nearest table to the door, who > looked like > she was going to barf. His chivalrous nature, which he found > rarely failed > to get him laid, sprang to the forefront. > > "Are you okay? Can I do something to help?" He smiled at her, and sat down > in the chair opposite, looking concerned. She was in her fort, in a perfect moment of silence and then "Are you okay? Can I do something to help?" she was not. Her eyes snapped open, just for an instant her pupils seemed enormous, dialated so much that the iris was invisible, then reacting to the light they shrank rapidly to normal size allowing the deep brown to reappear. She stared at the man seated opposite and paused for a moment waiting for the nausea to hit. It didn't. He was human. The relief made her beam a smile at him - "I'm feeling better already, thank you" There were several things that made her continue to smile: 1. he was human. 2. he was a fine specimen of a human male 3. he was cute 4. he was a bloody adult 5. she recycled back to the top of the list. "Hi - didn't I see you before?" she was sure he was one of those brought into the infirmary earlier but he was looking a hell of a lot better. /tag Jonathon From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 10 01:21:33 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0408090918332a1552@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040810002133.10822.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> > Now however he sensed that things were going bad, > the kid was losing control, time for a completely > new approach perhaps. > He lay a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder, and as > the raging boy looked around looked him directly in > the eye, he was neither claiming superiority, nor > submitting. Even the light pressure of the hand on his shoulder would have been enough to set him off had Michael not managed to exert what little control he had left as he spun to face Damien. His eyes were almost fully wolf, yellow and cold, as he stared back at the man who had stopped him leaving. He wore his frustration like a thick coat around him, unsure what step to take next. > "Hold on there kiddo, be his master, don't let him > be yours. That's you're little brother, not some > challenger." His eyes were soft, and lips trembled a > bit, but not with fear, there was none to be smelled > on him, concern yes, but not fear. > He held out an arm to Michael, cocked at the elbow > in the classic greeting of brotherhood. "Fight it > kiddo - don't let the wolf take over, not until you > can rule him. Take my hand kiddo, stay with us." Once more he gritted his teeth, how could this thing not realise that the pack may challenge the alpha, that the leader leads through strength and resolve not by niceties and compassion. But then whatever it was, this thing was no wolf, and neither was his brother. This last realisation hit Michael at his core, he knew with crystal clarity that he was truly alone. Those that weren't dead were gone from him, were other. He stretched his neck, the muscles contorting in a strange dance to allow his human mouth to erupt an ululating howl at the low roof of the car park. The echoes of his pain and frustration bounced from the concrete walls around him but by the time the echoes had returned to his body it was already collapsed. Michael knelt, curled at his brothers feet sobbing for he knew not what. His lost humanity? Those last severed links? The attempted treachery he could no longer hide behind words of good deeds. A pitiful figure, all he knew was that by giving vent with tears, he staved off handing control to his anger and the beast. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 04:53:11 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040809122106.97482.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810035311.88062.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mik Reed wrote: > > Finally he could hold no longer, he could feel his > body, his muscles flexing in some sub-concious > preperation for sudden work. His teeth felt sharper > as > he slid his tongue around his top lip, moistening > his > mouth. "Sam," his voice had a low growling tone to > it, > oblivious to the fact he carried on, "I don't know > what I am any more. It's so difficult, it's like > there's a new force inside me with its own agenda." > He > looked around the throng assembled in the garage and > suddenly realised he didn't want to bare his soul > before them, or that he musn't appear weak to them, > he > couldn't split the two intertwined thought > processes. > Sharply he finished, "we will discuss this in the > den, > it isn't for outsiders to know." "The den? What are you talking about?" Sam was angry now, but scared more than anything. > > The nearness of the wolf was obvious to Stephanie > and > Damien, the humans within the room could just feel > the > menace coming off of Michael in waves. Sam, the only > person now who knew the fully human Michael, could > see > the brother he knew in odd flickers across his > brothers face, could see that somewhere inside his > brother still wanted the best for him, but could > only > hope that it would be the part of his brother that > won > through. > Seeing his brother like this was terrifying. He was getting a good look at the thing that had ripped up his computer monitor. If Michael changed... No tag, to continue in other posts From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 04:55:59 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040809122624.42699.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810035559.98655.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mik Reed wrote: > Evan kept up the stroking as he watched the brothers > converse. He wished he knew how to sort things out > but > merely knew he had no ideas. Instead, he 'talked' to > Cody, ~Yer boys bruvver is summit else now. 'E ain't > 'uman any more. Part o' 'im is wolf, like the things > that invaded yer 'ome last night. I 'ope 'e can > control it, but wolves ain't reknown fer kowtowin'~ > ~Wolf...bad.~ Cody remained beside Evan and Sam but was even more on the alert now, watching for any sign of a change in Michael. No tag, will combine later From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Aug 10 09:18:44 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: <200408100818.44113.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > In her mind Rebecca started to construct a dam to stand against the > unwanted emotions. The dam turned into a circular fort with herself in the > middle, her breathing became measured as she concentrated on her mental > construct. A fort on a hill - a perfect calm day - quiet very quiet but > ready for the storm. Sal stared at the young woman after the rant was returned. "There is a dispensary ?" She said simply. "I suppose I should have smelled that right ? Lycan nose an' all... as for the catlady. There's chasing, and chasing. There's fun and there's bullying. I don't do bullying. Now 'tis a full moon night, we're all tense... me I know I won't be getting to go out tonight, so I'm going now, or is *that* a problem as well ?" Without a further word, Sal spun on her heel and started heading to the door. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Aug 10 09:21:03 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [OOC Note] In-Reply-To: <200408100818.44113.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <200408100818.44113.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <200408100821.03026.ajventer@direqlearn.org> OOC: Oops sorry, this should follow "difference in philosophy" Ciao A.J. On Tuesday 10 August 2004 08:18, A.J. Venter wrote: > > In her mind Rebecca started to construct a dam to stand against the > > unwanted emotions. The dam turned into a circular fort with herself in > > the middle, her breathing became measured as she concentrated on her > > mental construct. A fort on a hill - a perfect calm day - quiet very > > quiet but ready for the storm. > > Sal stared at the young woman after the rant was returned. > "There is a dispensary ?" She said simply. "I suppose I should have smelled > that right ? Lycan nose an' all... as for the catlady. There's chasing, and > chasing. There's fun and there's bullying. I don't do bullying. Now 'tis a > full moon night, we're all tense... me I know I won't be getting to go out > tonight, so I'm going now, or is *that* a problem as well ?" > Without a further word, Sal spun on her heel and started heading to the > door. > > tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Aug 10 09:25:17 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040809114938.13493.qmail@web25201.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040809114938.13493.qmail@web25201.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408100825.17422.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > He took the PDA out of his pocket, and quickly typed > in NECROMANCER SPELLS DEFEAT DEFENCES into the > database. > > Whilst it was searching he smiled at Meg and murmured > "That was bloody impressive by the way, remind me > never to get on your bad side..." > OOC: How the hell does Callum know WHAT Dalore is ? Dalore has not told anyone in any post so far. I suppose he could figure it out, but that should be explained then. When the grenade exploded around the base of the tree, Dalore suddenly found himself trapped by the rising flames. But here, his body could heal fast, without a second thought he jumped from the huge height, launching himself as far as his frail bones could, still he hit a few branches along the way before he was rolling on the ground in the clearing, a sickening crunching of bones. Barely a moment he lay, then his eyes fluttered open, drawing the power into him, he healed, the flames from the incendiary glowing on his face. "So we're playing hardball then." he thought. tag OOC: Time for the backup to arrive methinks. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Aug 10 08:17:29 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <200408100818.44113.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <200408100818.44113.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040810010818.02500468@mail.comcast.net> > > In her mind Rebecca started to construct a dam to stand against the > unwanted emotions. The dam turned into a circular fort with herself in > the middle, her breathing became measured as she concentrated on her > mental construct. A fort on a hill - a perfect calm day - quiet very > quiet but ready for the storm. > >Sal stared at the young woman after the rant was returned. "There is a >dispensary ?" She said simply. "I suppose I should have smelled >that right? Lycan nose an' all... as for the catlady. There's chasing, and >chasing. There's fun and there's bullying. I don't do bullying. Now 'tis a >full moon night, we're all tense... me I know I won't be getting to go out >tonight, so I'm going now, or is *that* a problem as well?" Without a >further word, Sal spun on her heel and started heading to the door. Muse didn't call the girl back, though she was a bit surprised that the back down had come so quickly and blinked several times. Then she was very aware of the folks in the diner and too many eyes her direction. Her cheeks touched with color and she took a deep breath, regaining some shred of composure. "Please, everyone can settle back down. We'll get the orders moving again. I'm...sorry for the delay in breakfast." She took another deep breath, unable to look at Ratso, afraid he'd be upset at her for yelling and began towards the kitchen. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 08:19:15 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: OOC - Very nice post Claire, much giggling here 8-) Her eyes snapped open, just for an instant her pupils seemed enormous, dialated so much that the iris was invisible, then reacting to the light they shrank rapidly to normal size allowing the deep brown to reappear. She stared at the man seated opposite and paused for a moment waiting for the nausea to hit. It didn't. He was human. The relief made her beam a smile at him - "I'm feeling better already, thank you" There were several things that made her continue to smile: 1. he was human. 2. he was a fine specimen of a human male 3. he was cute 4. he was a bloody adult 5. she recycled back to the top of the list. "Hi - didn't I see you before?" she was sure he was one of those brought into the infirmary earlier but he was looking a hell of a lot better. "Quite probably, I got brought in with a couple of other people from the motel, and spirited away to the sickbay." Man she was pretty when she smiled. He'd have to work on making her do that on a regular basis. I got given a lot of pain killers and then I was administered to by some sort of... I don't know what.... But my hand seems healed up and I've been sleeping since then" he looked at his hand then and flexed it, Sore but working again, no blood, no exposed bone, this was all good. "Anyway that's more than enough about my troubles, I'm Jonathon O'Brien... who are you then? And whatcha have to do to get some breakfast round here?" He held out his hand to shake hers, Breakfast could wait if necessary, since she brought a whole new meaning to the word, "edible." Tag Rebecca From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Aug 10 09:43:26 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of Sue Lee > Sent: 10 August 2004 08:19 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: RE: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) > > > OOC - Very nice post Claire, much giggling here 8-) > > Her eyes snapped open, just for an instant her pupils seemed enormous, > dialated so much that the iris was invisible, then reacting to the light > they shrank rapidly to normal size allowing the deep brown to > reappear. She > stared at the man seated opposite and paused for a moment waiting for the > nausea to hit. It didn't. He was human. The relief made her > beam a smile > at him - "I'm feeling better already, thank you" There were > several things > that made her continue to smile: > 1. he was human. > 2. he was a fine specimen of a human male > 3. he was cute > 4. he was a bloody adult > 5. she recycled back to the top of the list. > > "Hi - didn't I see you before?" she was sure he was one of those brought > into the infirmary earlier but he was looking a hell of a lot better. > > "Quite probably, I got brought in with a couple of other people from the > motel, and spirited away to the sickbay." Man she was pretty when she > smiled. He'd have to work on making her do that on a regular basis. > > I got given a lot of pain killers and then I was administered to by some > sort of... I don't know what.... But my hand seems healed up and I've been > sleeping since then" he looked at his hand then and flexed it, Sore but > working again, no blood, no exposed bone, this was all good. > > "Anyway that's more than enough about my troubles, I'm Jonathon O'Brien... > who are you then? And whatcha have to do to get some breakfast > round here?" > He held out his hand to shake hers, Breakfast could wait if > necessary, since > she brought a whole new meaning to the word, "edible." Rebecca reached out to accept the proffered hand, "Hello Jonathon, I'm Rebecca Drake" as they clasped hands, she continued "as for breakfast, just grab a waiter and order what you want. but.." She leaned forward over the table and she whispered in a theatrical manner "whatever you do, DON'T SMOKE!!!" she rolled her eyes in mock horror, released her grip and sat back in her chair. /tag Jonathon From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 10 10:38:37 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up In-Reply-To: <200408100825.17422.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040810093837.66568.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> > When the grenade exploded around the base of the > tree, Dalore suddenly found himself trapped by the > rising flames. But here, his body could heal fast, > without a second thought he jumped from the huge > height, launching himself as far as his frail bones > could, still he hit a few branches along the way > before he was rolling on the ground in the clearing, > a sickening crunching of bones. Barely a moment he > lay, then his eyes fluttered open, drawing the > power into him, he healed, the flames from the > incendiary glowing on his face. "So we're playing > hardball then." he thought. Denton was already moving towards the back of the ambulance when he'd realised what Meg was doing. He crouched by the doors as the rocket propelled grenade exploded and stuck his arm inside to help the others out. "Come on, it's now or never." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 11:47:37 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0408090918332a1552@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040810104737.47960.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Five minutes. All Stephanie really wanted was five minutes where something > wasn't going pear shaped. Despite the near raging werewolf who she wanted > to run from the woman stepped up next to Sam, laying calming fingertips on > the boy's shoulder. Mothering instincts in her kind were even stronger > than running ones... ~I'm an idiot...~ The words flashed through her > brain even as she prepared to shift. If the man lost it it was likely she > could get him to chase her, and there was a tranq gun in one of the > retrieval and recovery vans...if someone could get to it. Sam laid his hand over Stephanie's. The touch was enough to help calm him. If Michael went crazy, he wouldn't be all alone. For now, that was all he needed to know. >>Damien had watched the scened from behind after he let Michael step past him. The boy had so much rage, thus far there had been no getting through to him. Now however he sensed that things were going bad, the kid was losing control, time for a completely new approach perhaps. He lay a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder, and as the raging boy looked around looked him directly in the eye, he was neither claiming superiority, nor submitting. "Hold on there kiddo, be his master, don't let him be yours. That's you're little brother, not some challenger." His eyes were soft, and lips trembled a bit, but not with fear, there was none to be smelled on him, concern yes, but not fear. He held out an arm to Michael, cocked at the elbow in the classic greeting of brotherhood. "Fight it kiddo - don't let the wolf take over, not until you can rule him. Take my hand kiddo, stay with us."<< 'Please listen to him,' Sam thought, trying to will his brother into seeing reason. He was afraid to speak aloud, not wanting to make Michael angrier than he already was. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 11:52:50 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Difference in philosophy (Was: I'll give you 'fetch' - pulling threads together) In-Reply-To: <080920041707.25177.4117AF3F000AC76B000062592200761438970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040810105250.37011.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>She took a last deep drag, finishing the smoke off and stubbed it out. Before she was faking, now however she was really angry. "Did you know that in this country we have a law that if you are charged with a crime, and you can prove that this same crime is regularly overlooked by the authorities who charged you, it get's thrown out of court. It's called 'selective and vindictive prosecution' - and it's illegal. I may be just a punky kid, but I aint stupid. Respect is earned eh? How can you say I don't then, when you don't know me? Do you know why kids like me shun the clothes and hairstyles that everyone else wears? Why we purposefully try to look as if we don't respect you or give a damn about your opinion? It's very simple, anybody who actually deserves respect will never be shallow enough to notice how another person looks. In other words I respect anyone who shuns that kind of stupidity and shallowness, which I could point out has it's entire history firmly based in class-oppression. Armani-suits, Donna-Karan dresses, Manners, none of it i! s anything more than shallow attempts at manipulating others. I have my own way of handling life, my own ideas on good and bad, I never abandon a friend, I never try to be anything I'm not - those are the greatest sins I know. But you didn't know that did you? Instead you dismiss me on the grounds that I am not trying to be what you want me to be. That in my book is the third greatest sin." Her shouted rant finished, Sal stomped on her heel before sitting down again. Righteous indignation burning on her face. Ratso sensed something was wrong. "Hey, lady, are you ok?" There was genuine concern in her voice. "You look a little green around the gills. Why don't you go wait by da door, sos you can get some fresh air? I'll get what I need from you in a minute, an take you wherever you need ta go." He pointed her towards a table near the door but did not escort her there. The problem seemed to have started when he touched her. It was a reaction he'd had a few times, but not so intense, and usually it just ended with a slap to the face (his, that is). He watched to make sure she'd be all right, then returned to the group at the table. "Now, what happened here?" Muse was aware that Ratso had shown up, but she was angry and embarassed and a lot of other emotions that she wasn't thinking too hard on. It was difficult to feel so much, easier when you just sat in the kitchen and took people's food orders, but now she was out and about and that always meant trouble. "Part the first, your companion was to receive the same warning about smoking, and both of you would have received it much more politely if you'd not been shooting off your mouth. Guess what, you share this room with a lot of other people and they have just as much right to peace and not sharing your cancer as you have to spread it. The difference is that someone else makes the rules here, and if you don't like the rules and can't abide by them no one is keeping you here. You get all indignant about how I'm judging you based on your looks, but, funnily enough, I've not said a word about how you look. I don't care. I wouldn't care if you were a three headed martian from the planet Zog. Dismiss you on the grounds that you're not what I want you to be, hardly. I have no specific idea for what I 'want you to be' save that if you're going to be here you'll follow the over arcing rules just like everyone else. You claim I judge you by looks, which is incorrect, and then ju! dge me by smell. Respect you because you chase the cat? I may not get along with her, but I know what it's like to be chased, and I'll be damned if I'll support someone else going through it. You wanna pretend that the whole world is against you, and oh how picked on and misunderstood am I. People judge me, people are shallow, wah, wah, wah. You're not being picked on. No one smokes here and folks are expected to behave themselves, that's upheld for everyone, not selective or vindictively dished out. Likewise no one else trashes the dispensary, where there are supplies for everyone, and thinks that it's okay. Wendy might, but she has her own issues and I'll yell at her when it's her turn. First time shifters are able to control themselves and not run around doing whatever they want or instinct demands, but you show up and think you have no need to even consider anyone else? Don't you even dare talk about how people judge you when your behavior speaks loud and clear! Get over yourself. No one CARES what you look like or what a tough ass bitch you can be. There are so many bigger things in this city than you. You wanna stay in this place with these good people, then grow up." Muse had gone from angry to furious somewhere in the ranting and raving from the girl, and her reponse was delievered in cold clipped tones that were totally atypical of the mouse woman. It was like a dam somewhere inside had broken open and she just couldn't help herself.<< Ratso stood in awe. He'd never seen the quiet Muse go off on anyone like this before, ever. It was scary, but refreshing, in a way. He'd always worried about her, been afraid she wouldn't be able to take care of herself. It was a relief to see that she could, and would, stand up for herself when she felt she needed to. He stood and waited for Sal's response, ready to step in if things got ugly. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 11:58:03 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040810002133.10822.qmail@web53106.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810105803.27771.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Even the light pressure of the hand on his shoulder would have been enough to set him off had Michael not managed to exert what little control he had left as he spun to face Damien. His eyes were almost fully wolf, yellow and cold, as he stared back at the man who had stopped him leaving. He wore his frustration like a thick coat around him, unsure what step to take next. > "Hold on there kiddo, be his master, don't let him > be yours. That's you're little brother, not some > challenger." His eyes were soft, and lips trembled a > bit, but not with fear, there was none to be smelled > on him, concern yes, but not fear. > He held out an arm to Michael, cocked at the elbow > in the classic greeting of brotherhood. "Fight it > kiddo - don't let the wolf take over, not until you > can rule him. Take my hand kiddo, stay with us." Once more he gritted his teeth, how could this thing not realise that the pack may challenge the alpha, that the leader leads through strength and resolve not by niceties and compassion. But then whatever it was, this thing was no wolf, and neither was his brother. This last realisation hit Michael at his core, he knew with crystal clarity that he was truly alone. Those that weren't dead were gone from him, were other. He stretched his neck, the muscles contorting in a strange dance to allow his human mouth to erupt an ululating howl at the low roof of the car park. The echoes of his pain and frustration bounced from the concrete walls around him but by the time the echoes had returned to his body it was already collapsed. Michael knelt, curled at his brothers feet sobbing for he knew not what. His lost humanity? Those last severed links? The attempted treachery he could no longer hide behind words of good deeds. A pitiful figure, all he knew was that by giving vent with tears, he staved off handing control to his anger and the beast.<< Sam knelt and took his brother in his arms. This was a little scary, too. He'd never seen Michael cry before, not ever. Michael had always been the strong one, looking out for him, standing up for him. Now it was his turn. He had to stand by Michael, no matter what. "It's ok, I'm here," he said, his own tears flowing freely now. "I'll be here for you. We'll get through it together, ok?" He hugged the older boy tightly. Cody sniffed at Michael, then whined softly. He nuzzled up against the two boys as best he could, trying to keep close to the pack. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 12:04:39 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040810010818.02500468@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040810110439.21523.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: > > In her mind Rebecca started to construct a dam to stand against the > unwanted emotions. The dam turned into a circular fort with herself in > the middle, her breathing became measured as she concentrated on her > mental construct. A fort on a hill - a perfect calm day - quiet very > quiet but ready for the storm. > >Sal stared at the young woman after the rant was returned. "There is a >dispensary ?" She said simply. "I suppose I should have smelled >that right? Lycan nose an' all... as for the catlady. There's chasing, and >chasing. There's fun and there's bullying. I don't do bullying. Now 'tis a >full moon night, we're all tense... me I know I won't be getting to go out >tonight, so I'm going now, or is *that* a problem as well?" Without a >further word, Sal spun on her heel and started heading to the door. >>Muse didn't call the girl back, though she was a bit surprised that the back down had come so quickly and blinked several times. Then she was very aware of the folks in the diner and too many eyes her direction. Her cheeks touched with color and she took a deep breath, regaining some shred of composure. "Please, everyone can settle back down. We'll get the orders moving again. I'm...sorry for the delay in breakfast." She took another deep breath, unable to look at Ratso, afraid he'd be upset at her for yelling and began towards the kitchen.<< Ratso knew he should go after Sal, and he knew that Wendy was there with her, somewhere. They should be working. But...the kid was right. Better for her to get whatever out of her system now. There'd be time enough for discussion after the danger period was over. He'd monitor the phones himself, like he always did. Better still, he'd get one of the security guys to do it. He dashed after Muse. "Hey, baby, you all right? That was...man, that was somethin'! I was proud of you, tellin' dat kid off like dat. She deserved it!" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 12:17:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <200408100825.17422.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040810111746.10535.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > He took the PDA out of his pocket, and quickly typed > in NECROMANCER SPELLS DEFEAT DEFENCES into the > database. > > Whilst it was searching he smiled at Meg and murmured > "That was bloody impressive by the way, remind me > never to get on your bad side..." "Consider yourself reminded," Meg growled. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention. > OOC: How the hell does Callum know WHAT Dalore is ? Dalore has not told anyone in any post so far. I suppose he could figure it out, but that should be explained then. OOC: Educated guess? He is from a Guardian family, after all... >>When the grenade exploded around the base of the tree, Dalore suddenly found himself trapped by the rising flames. But here, his body could heal fast, without a second thought he jumped from the huge height, launching himself as far as his frail bones could, still he hit a few branches along the way before he was rolling on the ground in the clearing, a sickening crunching of bones. Barely a moment he lay, then his eyes fluttered open, drawing the power into him, he healed, the flames from the incendiary glowing on his face. "So we're playing hardball then." he thought. OOC: Time for the backup to arrive methinks. OOC: Your wish is my command... :) Meg heaved a sigh of relief. She'd been afraid that looney'd turn the grenade back on them. "Get in the car, quick!" she yelled at the people in the ambulance. Jessie struggled to help Jay to the Lincoln and to remained focused on the here and now. The burning tree was so much like the bonfire of that night. The screams of those poor women echoed in her ears. A siren heralded the arrival of Captain Tolliver and his men. A blue light flashed in the dashboard of the late-model sedan that pulled up behind the Lincoln, and a heavyset black man emerged from the driver's side. His lieutanant leapt out from the passenger side. "Police! Don't try anything!" he shouted. The man was his own bullhorn. He drew his gun and aimed it at the janitor on the ground. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 12:26:36 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up In-Reply-To: <20040810093837.66568.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810112636.41175.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > When the grenade exploded around the base of the > tree, Dalore suddenly found himself trapped by the > rising flames. But here, his body could heal fast, > without a second thought he jumped from the huge > height, launching himself as far as his frail bones > could, still he hit a few branches along the way > before he was rolling on the ground in the clearing, > a sickening crunching of bones. Barely a moment he > lay, then his eyes fluttered open, drawing the > power into him, he healed, the flames from the > incendiary glowing on his face. "So we're playing > hardball then." he thought. >>Denton was already moving towards the back of the ambulance when he'd realised what Meg was doing. He crouched by the doors as the rocket propelled grenade exploded and stuck his arm inside to help the others out. "Come on, it's now or never."<< Jessie complied, trying her best to help Jay out of the back of the ambulance. "Help me, someone, please!" she cried. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 12:35:15 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <200408100818.44113.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040810113515.45331.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Sal stared at the young woman after the rant was returned. "There is a dispensary ?" She said simply. "I suppose I should have smelled that right ? Lycan nose an' all... as for the catlady. There's chasing, and chasing. There's fun and there's bullying. I don't do bullying. Now 'tis a full moon night, we're all tense... me I know I won't be getting to go out tonight, so I'm going now, or is *that* a problem as well ?" Without a further word, Sal spun on her heel and started heading to the door.<< No one moved to stop her. Whether it was fear, or apathy, or a mixture of both, she could never be sure. Once they were out of the diner, Wendy peeked out of her hiding place. "That was close! I thought Ratso'd stop us for sure. I can't believe that little mousie lady went off on you like that! Still...you were magnificent!" The pixie hovered in front of Sal's face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Can we go on our beefcake hunt now?" Tag Sal From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Aug 10 14:53:21 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040810111746.10535.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040810111746.10535.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408101353.21453.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > > Jessie struggled to help Jay to the Lincoln and to remained focused on the > here and now. The burning tree was so much like the bonfire of that night. > The screams of those poor women echoed in her ears. > > A siren heralded the arrival of Captain Tolliver and his men. A blue light > flashed in the dashboard of the late-model sedan that pulled up behind the > Lincoln, and a heavyset black man emerged from the driver's side. His > lieutanant leapt out from the passenger side. > > "Police! Don't try anything!" he shouted. The man was his own bullhorn. > He drew his gun and aimed it at the janitor on the ground. > Dalore looked up from where he was laying. Even here his power was not limitless. He couldn't fight them all. "Shit" he thought, "I'll just have to get them later. Right now I need to get out of here... and that means I'll need a distraction." For a moment he was thoughtfull, was there enough power here ? He had not been able to do this for many years, but here, maybe just enough. The mud between him and the policemen began to bubble like a swamp, then almost in one smooth movement a large chunk of it rose out into a block, and seemed to form itself... a few moments later there stood before them what looked to all the world like a statue of a man three meters tall. Only, most statues don't come walking toward you with definite menace in the gait... Dalore knew he couldn't maintain the golum very long, not even here. And the moment he was too far away it would collapse, but then, it didn't have to last very long, just long enough for him to get away, and to make pursuit impossible... tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 13:09:12 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <200408101353.21453.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040810120912.58831.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Dalore looked up from where he was laying. Even here his power was not limitless. He couldn't fight them all. "Shit" he thought, "I'll just have to get them later. Right now I need to get out of here... and that means I'll need a distraction." For a moment he was thoughtfull, was there enough power here ? He had not been able to do this for many years, but here, maybe just enough. The mud between him and the policemen began to bubble like a swamp, then almost in one smooth movement a large chunk of it rose out into a block, and seemed to form itself... a few moments later there stood before them what looked to all the world like a statue of a man three meters tall. Only, most statues don't come walking toward you with definite menace in the gait... Dalore knew he couldn't maintain the golum very long, not even here. And the moment he was too far away it would collapse, but then, it didn't have to last very long, just long enough for him to get away, and to make pursuit impossible...<< Tolliver swung his gun around. He fired at the thing in front of him, knowing it was pointless, but not knowing what else to do. It was either shoot, or give in to mind-numbing fear, which was what he really wanted to do. "I'm getting too old for this shit!" he grumbled to no one in particular. Jessie had the reaction the villian had probably been wanting. She screamed as the massive creature moved toward the captain. The fear overcame her, and she sank to the ground, holding Jay in her arms. Meg could feel herself changing. "Not now!" she growled. She needed to be human. She fought for control. Finally gaining the upper hand on her wolf, she ran for the trunk and loaded another grenade. "Stand clear, Cap!" she yelled as she launched a grenade at the mud creature... Tag OOC: AJ, I'll let you call results for the monster. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 10 12:58:36 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up In-Reply-To: <20040810111746.10535.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810115836.50455.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > Jessie struggled to help Jay to the Lincoln and to > remained focused on the here and now. The burning > tree was so much like the bonfire of that night. > The screams of those poor women echoed in her ears. The paramedic was on Jay's other side, taking the weight and helping move him along, Denton stood between them and the figure of the janitor, gun held in both hands, pointed towards the janitor but angled slightly at the floor as he was moving. > "Police! Don't try anything!" he shouted. The man > was his own bullhorn. He drew his gun and aimed it > at the janitor on the ground. "Jesus am I glad to see you captain. He's had all the warnings, I've no idea what this one is on, but it aint pretty," Denton called to his superior as he herded the people towards the car. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 10 13:28:40 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up In-Reply-To: <20040810115836.50455.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810122840.85650.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>The paramedic was on Jay's other side, taking the weight and helping move him along, Denton stood between them and the figure of the janitor, gun held in both hands, pointed towards the janitor but angled slightly at the floor as he was moving. > "Police! Don't try anything!" he shouted. The man > was his own bullhorn. He drew his gun and aimed it > at the janitor on the ground. "Jesus am I glad to see you captain. He's had all the warnings, I've no idea what this one is on, but it aint pretty," Denton called to his superior as he herded the people towards the car.<< "I look forward to reading your report. Now get those people somewhere safe!" Tolliver boomed. He knew full well that Denton's report would never make it past his desk. He would have said more, but at that point a giant mud creature appeared and began lumbering toward him... Tag? From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 10 14:48:26 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up In-Reply-To: <20040810122840.85650.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040810134826.20146.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> >> "Jesus am I glad to see you captain. He's had all >> the warnings, I've no idea what this one is on, but >> it aint pretty," Denton called to his superior as he >> herded the people towards the car.<< > "I look forward to reading your report. Now get > those people somewhere safe!" Tolliver boomed. He > knew full well that Denton's report would never make > it past his desk. He would have said more, but at > that point a giant mud creature appeared and began > lumbering toward him... Denton kept covering the others move towards the car when he saw the mud creature. Unable to comprehend what it might be he emptied his revolver in to it before spotting that Jessie had collapsed to the floor and the paramedic was struggling to get Jay to the car on his own. Holstering his gun he moved quickly across to the group. The paramedic had shifted his grip on Jay and was making slow but steady progress towards the car so the detective concentrated on getting Jessie up and away, "come on lady, we're almost at the car, don't give up now." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Aug 10 15:44:38 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <20040810110439.21523.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040810010818.02500468@mail.comcast.net> <20040810110439.21523.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040810083445.023f2cf0@mail.comcast.net> >Ratso knew he should go after Sal, and he knew that Wendy was there with >her, somewhere. They should be working. But...the kid was right. Better >for her to get whatever out of her system now. There'd be time enough for >discussion after the danger period was over. He'd monitor the phones >himself, like he always did. Better still, he'd get one of the security >guys to do it. > >He dashed after Muse. "Hey, baby, you all right? That was...man, that >was somethin'! I was proud of you, tellin' dat kid off like dat. She >deserved it!" Muse felt her color deepening. Proud of her? "But...I was so badly behaved. Yelling like that in front of everyone." She scrubbed her knuckles against her cheek, trying to make the blush go away. "I was just so...so angry. And she just kept pushing at it and...and..." She ducked into the kitchen, a calm easing over her as she looked at her array of neat cupboards and ingredients."I can't believe I really said all that." From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 10 15:42:38 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040810144238.36400.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Rebecca reached out to accept the proffered hand, > "Hello Jonathon, I'm > Rebecca Drake" as they clasped hands, she continued > "as for breakfast, just > grab a waiter and order what you want. but.." She > leaned forward over the > table and she whispered in a theatrical manner > "whatever you do, DON'T > SMOKE!!!" she rolled her eyes in mock horror, > released her grip and sat back > in her chair. He laughed loudly, and patted his pocket again. "You know I really didn't want a cigarette till I came in here, but now I could really do with one. Is there somewhere around here I can go and have one? Care to join me?" Tag Becca ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 10 16:09:33 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) Message-ID: <20040810150933.41237.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> OOC - you might get two of these - the first one appears to have been eaten somewhere in the ether... > > Rebecca reached out to accept the proffered hand, > > "Hello Jonathon, I'm > > Rebecca Drake" as they clasped hands, she > continued > > "as for breakfast, just > > grab a waiter and order what you want. but.." She > > leaned forward over the > > table and she whispered in a theatrical manner > > "whatever you do, DON'T > > SMOKE!!!" she rolled her eyes in mock horror, > > released her grip and sat back > > in her chair. He laughed loudly, and patted his pocket again. "You know I really didn't want a cigarette till I came in here, but now I could really do with one. Is there somewhere around here I can go and have one? Care to join me?" Tag Becca ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 17:35:39 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <200408101353.21453.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040810163539.43739.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <> Callum dredged into the memories at the very bottom of his brain. Golems, right. He'd read several copies of the Sefer Yetzirah, the Hebrew book of creation, which described how a golem was created by reciting the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. He knew that there was a legend of one Rabbi Elias, who had created a golem from clay and inscribed it with the Hebrew word EMETH, or truth, on its forehead, granting it life. The golem eventually became overwhelmingly large, and its creator becoming scared told it to tie its shoelace. When it bent over Elias could reach its head. He destroyed the golem by erasing the first inscribed letter making it the word for death, METH. Elias was regretably crushed to death when the golem's reverted back to a gigantic pile of clay. Then there was the famous Czech Golem. Rabbi Loew created a Golem in Prague, who usefully did all the things the populace couldn't be bothered to do, until it went on a rampage one day. That one was destroyed by placing a piece of paper in its mouth with the name of God written on it. The remains of it to the present day are in the attic of the city synagogue which is still standing, unlike the rest of the Eastern European synagogues destroyed by the Nazis. He glanced over the top of his cover looking for a forehead or a mouth to work with. He couldn't see either. So that hadn't really got him very far. OOC - Is this more like what you want AJ? I can do this anytime Callum uses his brain if you like... I have seen the synagogue in Prague btw, but there were no rampaging clay men outside it at the time... From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Aug 10 18:21:58 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:48 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <20040810113515.45331.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040810113515.45331.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040810102144a5a356@mail.gmail.com> > No one moved to stop her. Whether it was fear, or apathy, or a mixture of both, she could never be sure. Once they were out of the diner, Wendy peeked out of her hiding place. > > "That was close! I thought Ratso'd stop us for sure. I can't believe that little mousie lady went off on you like that! Still...you were magnificent!" The pixie hovered in front of Sal's face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Can we go on our beefcake hunt now?" > Sal frowned, she wasn't at all sure she had been magnificent. She had an annoying suspicion she had misread the situation and estranged someone who might otherwize have been nice. "So much for Tom and Jerry" she muttered, as she walked out into the hallway. Then she looked at the pixie. "So how do we open these big doors eh ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Aug 10 18:28:03 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040810163539.43739.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20040810163539.43739.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04081010285555341f@mail.gmail.com> > Then there was the famous Czech Golem. Rabbi Loew created a Golem in > Prague, who usefully did all the things the populace couldn't be > bothered to do, until it went on a rampage one day. That one was > destroyed by placing a piece of paper in its mouth with the name of God > written on it. The remains of it to the present day are in the attic > of the city synagogue which is still standing, unlike the rest of the > Eastern European synagogues destroyed by the Nazis. > > He glanced over the top of his cover looking for a forehead or a mouth > to work with. He couldn't see either. So that hadn't really got him > very far. > OOC: Callum needs to get into video games to crack Dalore's golums *hint hint* The golum approached a slumbering pace, where bullets struck it they went clean through without phasing it, the holes simply oozing shut again. In the meantime Dalore got up and disapeared into the trees.... When the second grenade exploded around the golum's feet it ripped one massive leg to shreds, causing the heavy thing to collapse sideways but the mud from below oozed back into the gap where the leg used to be and a moment later it lumbered back upright, approaching once more. It reached the abandoned ambulance, and struck it against the roof. The ambulance slid on it's side for a good ten meters before crashing into another tree with a massive creaking thud. Then it approached the humans and their cars again... OOC: Tip, the golum cannot be destroyed, it will dissapear once Dalore is too far away, but it's slow, it can never catch a car, or even for that matter a running human. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Aug 10 18:41:09 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: <20040810150933.41237.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > > Rebecca reached out to accept the proffered hand, > > > "Hello Jonathon, I'm > > > Rebecca Drake" as they clasped hands, she > > continued > > > "as for breakfast, just > > > grab a waiter and order what you want. but.." She > > > leaned forward over the > > > table and she whispered in a theatrical manner > > > "whatever you do, DON'T > > > SMOKE!!!" she rolled her eyes in mock horror, > > > released her grip and sat back > > > in her chair. > > He laughed loudly, and patted his pocket again. > > "You know I really didn't want a cigarette till I > came in here, but now I could really do with one. "Isn't that always the way?" she smiled Is there somewhere around here I can go and have one? > Care to > join me?" "Somewhere to go? Rebecca raised an eyebrow "I have a sneaking suspicion, this being the US and all, that it may be an alleyway behind the building" her hand moved across her body in a negative gesture. "thanks for the offer, I really don't want get back into the habit again, it's probably the last thing I need" While her tone remained light hearted her face become more serious as she glanced over her shoulder at the now dispersing canteen crowd. "besides I need to have a word with that Guy" she nodded at Ratso. > > Tag Jonathon > From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 20:40:36 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <<"Somewhere to go? Rebecca raised an eyebrow "I have a sneaking suspicion, this being the US and all, that it may be an alleyway behind the building" her hand moved across her body in a negative gesture. "thanks for the offer, I really don't want get back into the habit again, it's probably the last thing I need" While her tone remained light hearted her face become more serious as she glanced over her shoulder at the now dispersing canteen crowd. "besides I need to have a word with that Guy" she nodded at Ratso.>> "I don't want to pry, you need a private word I guess? Why don't you talk to him, I'll order some breakfast, and then if you've nothing on, maybe you could join me for a cup of coffee?" She couldn't disappear now! He'd only just started talking to her. "Go on pretty please...." He flashed her his most charming smile tag Rebecca From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Aug 10 21:18:38 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > "I don't want to pry, you need a private word I guess? Why don't > you talk to > him, I'll order some breakfast, and then if you've nothing on, maybe you > could join me for a cup of coffee?" She couldn't disappear now! He'd only > just started talking to her. > > "Go on pretty please...." He flashed her his most charming smile > > tag Rebecca Rebecca looked at Jonathan before replying - she was not immune to a charming smile but she did have at least some of the antibodies. Any other time or place she may have been going through the rituals, the involuntary patting of the head to check that her hair was fine, the crossing of the legs; allowing one foot to dangle dangerously close to the male's leg perhaps a slight moistening of her lips or a head tilt. For a moment she considered whether to follow the path, this man's routine was much better than the young man with whom she had shared breakfast - for one thing she could easily imagine being with this man and after all she was single now. Her eyes trailed lazily over his upper torso, mmm nice, it had always been a man's physique rather than his looks that attracted her and the way he held himself. She allowed herself just a single slight head tilt, her delay in responding to him was a just few beats too many to allow for a natural pause in conversation. If Sal had still been in the canteen she would have seen Rebecca demonstrating that a single look could be just as effective at affecting a man's blood pressure, amongst other things, as thrusting your "attributes" under a man's nose. Unfortunately for Jonathon it was a case of close but no cigar, maybe it was a question of style but the "pretty please" had been a bit too sweet for Rebecca's taste - she didn't like her men to beg, at least not this early in the game but maybe later. Her eyes finally reached Jonathon's face again, "I don't need a private word" she frowned "at least I don't think so, you order breakfast and I'll have coffee and wait for this chappie." she glanced back over her shoulder in Ratso's direction again. /tag Jonathon From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 21:37:11 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The Yellow Brick Road Pt 1 - JP Joy and Jethro - oh there's sex all over these three, but it kind of goes with the territory Message-ID: Now she was hugging him entirely of her own accord, and it was sincere and beautiful. It was a thrilling feeling. He turned around slowly in her arms, put his own arms around her, crossed so his fingertips rested on her shoulders, pulled her tightly to him, and gave her a long, gentle and breath defying kiss. Finally he broke it. "You have no idea how good it feels to finally see you smiling." he whispered. "You have no idea how good this feels" she said, her thoughts reeling, short of breath. Desire rose in her, and she had no idea what to do with it, but right this minute it felt good. If Barbara Cartland had been around, she would have said he felt a stirring in his loins. He was a man, with a very beautiful, and very naked woman wrapped in his arms. But he was scared, he wasn't sure how to deal with it, or if perhaps it would be best not to reveal it at all. He was grateful for the hospital gown which at least covered him in front. So he kissed her again, more deeply and slightly harder. Let her make the choice then, he would be happy if she just wanted to snuggle with him, he would be through the roof if she wanted more... but it didn't matter so much, all he really knew was that she was beautiful and in his arms and happy, and he honestly couldn't think of anything better at this particular moment. She was arousing him, he was feeling desire, but it just felt nice, not urgent. She accepted his kiss, feeling apprehensive, but no fear, or at least not much fear. She wasn't afraid of him, the strength he'd given her though the healer coursing through her. He'd said she could have his strength, but she'd not expected it to be like this. She was worried what might happen in her head, but the way she felt right now, she was so happy, maybe it would never be a better time. "Take me to bed Jethro, and let's just see what happens." Jethro's heart skipped more beats than Lars Ulrich in his heroin days. "With pleasure Cherie." he whispered, then picked her up in his arms, tired perhaps but still strong, and carried her into the other room where he laid her down gently into the fluffy bedding. He considered for a moment, then slipped the hospital gown off him before getting on himself, getting under the covers almost immediately, he didn't want to make her look at anything she didn't want to see. He slid up next to her, and kissed her softly; unable to think of anything to say that wouldn't be corny. She snuggled down next to him facing him, thinking back to this point yesterday. Not knowing still where to start. She had so little confidence in how to do this like a normal relationship, rather than a one-night stand or a quick fuck. She concentrated on feeling him next to her, he was cool to the touch, and she decided to start by stroking him, and played her hand across his chest, smoothing it with her fingertips, feeling him respond. He gasped lightly with the pleasure of her touch, and responded by reaching over and running his fingertips in slow languid strokes lightly up and down her spine. She arched her head back, circling her shoulders, feeling good, and "Mmmm"ed at him. He made her feel that way and she wanted him to feel it too. She moved to his face, touching the lines of tiredness on his forehead, and round his mouth. "You sure about this? You look worn out. Should we wait?" she didn't think she wanted to wait, but she knew exactly how it felt to be made to do something that you didn't want to do, and she never wanted to be in the position of doing that to someone else. He smiled at her. "I would rather be tired and in your arms than asleep," he said softly, then leaned in to kiss her deeply, Wrapping his arms about her and holding her to him, enjoying the warmth and proximity of her body, his fingers continuing their soft caresses up and down her back. There was the start of a tiny qualm in her stomach, but she told it to shut up and go away, kissing him back. She felt him against her, and the evidence that he was telling the truth, and it felt okay, in fact it felt better than okay, and she decided to be a little braver. She moved her hand back to his chest and his nipple, and circled it slowly, wishing for an instant that she had pretty nails, with polish, rather than the broken bitten things at the ends of her fingers. Her touches there felt amazing, and he pushed his face into her shoulder, nuzzling affectionately to her. Kissing her shoulders and neck with soft delicate pecks. Small tears of happiness formed in his eyes, but he blinked them away, not wanting them to drop onto her. His fingers continued to slowly explore her back, wider now, over her shoulder blades and lower back with light, tingling scratches. What he was doing felt astonishing, little particles of sensation breaking out across her back, where he was gently scratching her. Her head moved giving him better access to her neck, and her other hand moved back to his face, and gently stroked his cheek. She gulped a little and then rubbed his nipple with her fingers, feeling as though she'd reached the boundaries of her bravery for now. She wasn't sure at all where to go from here. His kisses changed, they were softer, more stretched out, making her tingle and bringing her skin to life. There was no pressure on her from him. He was acting to please her, and he wasn't asking her to do anything. He would let her go where she wanted, when she wanted. He knew there was no other way. She relaxed down into the soft comfortable bed, as his kisses teased pleasure from somewhere inside her that she didn't know existed. Maybe it was what he'd been talking about yesterday, the 12 year old deserved some happiness, and somehow freeing her mind from the image that she had of herself, scarred and broken had given little Gilana a mirror to look through to the way it could possibly be. She felt like Alice sitting on the mantelpiece, looking into the world beyond, where anything was possible, flowers that could talk, chess pieces that moved of their own free will, and a small girl, triumphing over everything put in her way, moving successfully round the board, and coming back out into the real world. She might be on the board already, through the other side, dreaming, and tomorrow it might all change, but here and now she felt hope, real hope that this might turn out to make the part of her that was Gilana and would always be there, feel less responsible, and prepared to see what might happen next. She needed just to reaffirm that it was true, still a huge part of her, so used to feeling ugly and responsible couldn't really accept it and she wondered if this was all part of the dream. Would she wake again the way it used to be? "Hold on for just a moment would you..." she wanted a term of endearment for him, the way he said "Cherie" gave her a warm glow, but she wasn't sure what she could use, and so she felt back on his name wanting to acknowledge she knew it was him, and no-one else, in the bed here with them right now, and so did he. "...Jethro." She sat up and knelt in front of him and looked down at herself again, and it was true, it was still true. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "What does it feel like to you?" she asked seriously, needing to be sure she wasn't seeing things. He gasped at the intimacy of the gesture, and his eyes softened. It would not be possible to describe well, but under his palm, he could feel her nipple hardening a bit, and when he moved it a bit, he could feel more response from it. He tried his best. "It feels warm and exciting and soft and smooth and beautiful and, and.... and there aren't enough nice adjectives in the dictionary Cherie.... although I think kissable should be added to the list." But he pushed himself upright with his other elbow and kissed her lips instead, he didn't move his hand away, instead he began to rub slowly over her breast, teasing more reaction from it as he kissed her. Finally he broke the kiss, looking her in they eye with deep endearment, wondering how she would respond, hoping she would be happy. She smiled happily like a child might if praised for getting her homework right, and then kissed him back, feeling some strange indefinable feeling inside, which she really didn't want to look at closely right now. She shoved it down, well practised in closing things off and thought she'd take it out and examine it later, when she was alone. Her nipple felt good under his hand, she could feel it responding to his caresses, her confidence growing she astonished herself, as she found she wanted "More..." she breathed in sharply, "Please. Touch me more" He reached out with his other hand, so he could touch both her breasts at once, and continued to kiss her throughout, insuring that it remained intimate and never just sexual, he knew some of her mind now, knew that gentle constant reminders of what was really happening, of why he wasn't Isaac would help her, and his kisses provided those reminders. His hands became somewhat more intense, the soft caresses growing into more arousing strokes, until finally he took a very hard nipple between each forefinger and thumb, squeezing them gently, rolling them just a bit, and revelling as she gasped through the kisses. She swallowed hard, feeling waves of pleasure running through her body. She had never thought it could be like this. Until yesterday with him she had never allowed anyone to touch her like this, remembering the things that used to... Her anxiety levels rose a few hundred percent. No she wasn't going to think about that now. Isaac had no place here, nor did any of the faceless nameless men in her past. She was here, it was now, she was a grown adult, and there was nothing wrong in feeling arousal. If she told herself that inside her head enough then it would maybe feel like it was true. She took some deep breaths and focused on how good it felt. Now she was healed, now it must feel quite nice to touch her, soft and smooth rather than the scars, now he must be enjoying it as well. She rested her cheek against his, and moved her hands onto his, feeling him, feeling her. Jethro's lips slowly kissed lower, catching her bottom lip and the top of her chin, then just her chin, down her throat, everyone overlapping the last. Not leaving a single bit of skin untreasured. Finally he reached her chest, kissed down between her breasts, and then moved left, his soft trail of pleasure spiralling in over her breast. His hand he placed over her chin, stroking her face and twirling her hair. Finally his lips wrapped around her right nipple, his right hand still fondling the other, and he suckled gently, letting his tongue dart over it like a butterfly, drawing pleasure through it from the very depths of her. She almost swooned, her head lolling backwards, fireworks going off in her brain, and drew a couple of sharp short breaths, not knowing before that something so simple could feel quite so amazing. Her left hand still touched his right, experiencing his movements by proxy, and her right hand fell downwards onto his thigh, which she caressed with her fingertips. Jethro groaned lightly as he felt her touch on his thigh, so close to his manhood, already half erect from her presence and her taste. He shifted his head, repeating his earlier process on her other breast his lips and tongue intent on letting her other nipple blossom like the first. He no longer touched them. Instead he languidly ran his index finger down over her belly, just brushing past her womanhood and returned her soft caresses on her own thigh, only ever so slightly higher up than she was touching. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 21:38:07 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The Yellow Brick Road Pt 2 - JP Joy and Jethro Sex tag Message-ID: Her other hand dropped down to her side, and she wondered fleetingly what it was doing down there, but all hope of rational thought had packed its bags and left on an earlier flight. She rolled her head back in pleasure, as he took her other nipple into his mouth. His finger on her belly felt good, but then when he almost touched her 'there' she jumped nearly right out of her skin. She wanted more, but was lost for ways to ask. She opened her eyes again, and moved her head down, resting her chin on her chest, and waited until he paused and looked up at her. She looked into his eyes and saw only kindness, caring and compassion. She leaned forwards, stealing his mouth, kissing him with all the passion she possessed. Then she moved to lie down next to him again, wanting to feel the length of him against her. Taking strength and not a little inspiration from him, she moved her fingers to his belly, and then a fraction lower, finding the curls at the base, and circled them with her finger. She bit her lip, shy suddenly, wondering if she had gone too far. He returned her kiss with equal passion, and when her fingers reached the curls of his pubic hair, his mind very nearly shut down entirely. For her sake he held back forced himself to stay slow, but he did reach across, finding the folds of sa essence fiminine with his finger, and gently stroking over them, exploring every crease slowly feeling a soft moistness developing, and using it to lubricate it, so he could touch lovingly without risk of hurting her. She gasped, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her breathing quickened, and her face flushed. She swallowed hard. Then she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations, feeling his care for her, coupled with his desire for her. She parted her legs a little further, wanting to feel more, telling all the bad thoughts that suddenly clamoured in her head to just fuck off for once. He sensed her need, the moment of trepidation, and then felt it pass. When she opened herself for him, he kissed her more deeply, and slowly his finger slid inside her, his palm just lightly rubbing over the little nub of pleasure at the top not yet really stimulating, just teasing it, promising more if she wanted it. His finger moved inside her with extreme patience, like he was touching something more delicate and valuable than an ancient china vase. "Oh ma Cherie." he whispered, then unable to find other words simply kissed her again renewing its passion. She shivered against him, feeling something happening, a warmth growing inside her; it made her think of sparklers on bonfire night when she was a little little kid. Holding them with her Daddy in a gloved hand, writing her name. Her mind was drifting, tumbling, as she became wetter inside, and her breathing increased, and she felt her brain sliding somewhere else, really not wanting to deal with the sensations his touches were teasing from her, and she dragged herself back again by opening her eyes and looking into his. He felt her slip away, but even as his hand stopped moving felt her come back. He kissed her softly when she looked into his eyes, when he saw her behind them again. "Do you want to go on Cherie? Or shall we leave it here for now. It's okay if you need time to go further and if you want to keep going, that's great too." "Yes" she said after a moment, with a sense of a decision made. "I want you, I want this, I want to feel good, I'm an adult, I am perfectly entitled to this. I am not 12. This is us here now, no-one else." "Now you're getting it Cherie." he whispered, and kissed her softly. His finger inside her began to move once more, still slow but perhaps a bit faster now than before. His palm a bit closer, the feelings a bit more powerful, still he held back. He didn't want her to be flooded with everything all at once. Jethro believed you taught someone to swim by gradually placing them in the shallows and leading them slowly deeper pausing whenever they needed time to adjust. Sooner or later he knew, Joy would swim like a champion. Joy shifted, lying down, moved her bottom, wanting to change position and lay back against the pillows. She concentrated on his touch, and how good it felt. Her nipples ached, and down there, oh, down there, well. She felt slippery, and hot, and tingly and there were circles of pleasure, and she felt beautiful. Jethro was making her feel beautiful. She let the feelings start to take over, telling her brain it was really okay. She could do this, she could. Jethro could feel her shifting to accommodate his actions better, finally her body and mind seemed to be going in similar directions. He shifted his weight onto his knees and one hand, so he could lean down and plant soft fleeting kisses up and down her torso, her breasts and neck. His other hand deepened its contact, rubbing slightly faster and harder and he added another finger inside her, moving them softly around, letting her feel fulfilment rather than mere penetration... She locked her eyes with his, stared into them, feeling his fingers and his palm, catching her breath, her mouth dry now, as she tried to pull in enough air. The heat intensified, spreading out over her thighs, into her stomach, and she couldn't contain her desire, she didn't want to contain it, she wanted him to know that this was what she wanted right now. She moved her hips upwards, towards his hand, and clasped his other hand in hers, holding it tightly, so tightly. She tried to say something, to tell him more, but her voice seemed to have disappeared From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 21:40:27 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] The Yellow Brick Road Pt 3 - JP Joy and Jethro Sex tag Message-ID: He could feel her desire growing stronger; feel the heat building up under his hand, and the passion flaming behind her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his hand sped up meeting her growing need. His fingers plunging into her, he shifted his palm away so he could touch the top of her with his thumb, rubbing it with a fast yet delicate circling motion. His own arousal was driven to incredible heights as he saw her responses to his actions, he was throbbing from hardness, and there was delicious agony in postponing his own release. His kisses were soft, yet burning with the passion behind them, his heart beating rapidly and his breath coming in short sudden bursts. When he broke eye contact she closed her eyes again, and let her head loll backwards against the pillow. There were stars going off behind her eyelids, and she moaned gently. Part of her desperately wanted this, the rising peaks of pleasure, the little jagged spikes going through her, as the spirals wound themselves into a tight curl centred somewhere under his thumb. At the same time the part that was Gilana had begun screaming inside her, desperate to get away from him, from this, she didn't want this, it was too scary. Joy held back for a moment, soothing Gilana, promised her time later; if she would just let it happen, just let Joy have this, and the little girl bit of her curled up under the black stuff and chose to take no further part. It was not a great compromise, but it was a compromise. When they wrote the best seller "Great Orgasms of the 21st century" in years to come, this one wouldn't even make the qualification criteria, there was no screaming, no heavenly choir, the earth registered the merest flicker on the seismograph, but she didn't care about any of that. It was hers; it belonged to no one else. It was a gift that she never expected to receive, or to want. The peak hit her, and she stiffened then shivered under his touch. She couldn't begin to speak, eyes tightly closed, tears trickling down her cheeks, her breathing hard and deep. She sank back into the pillows. He felt her orgasm, almost as if it had been his own. As he felt it he put his resting arm under her head, and around her neck, and as it finished, he stopped his touching and put his other arm around her waist, holding her softly to him, her face resting against his chest. Soothing her, letting her know that it was all right. That in this moment, she had every right to every bit of pleasure or happiness she wanted. He was speaking softly in her ear, nothing truly sensible... just sweet soothing sounds really. His own body was crying for release... but not yet, for in this moment, he was hers alone, and her needs outweighed anything he could desire. She cried in his arms, holding him tightly, part of her thrilled and happy, knowing that she wasn't a freak; that this could be okay. But it was a qualified okay, knowing that she had closed off a whole part of herself to allow it to happen, and that she would pay for it somewhere down the line. "Thank you" she whispered, kissing his chest gently. She hugged him tight, not really wanting to look at him. She was embarrassed, but didn't really know why. He had seen a part of her that no one had seen since she was a child, and she was shy suddenly, with no idea what to say or what to do next. She could feel him, knew he was aroused, wanted him to feel the same pleasure that he'd given her, but she didn't know how to make that happen. Well obviously she knew how she could make it happen, the mechanics were not lost on her, but she wanted to give herself to him, and she knew it was too soon for that to happen completely, there was too much of her that wasn't there right now. She raised her head and looked at him, saw the caring in his eyes, and wanted to give him the same passion back. She tried to explain. "I want you to feel what I did, but... I need to get used to you again, I need to put you into the right slot in my head. Into the safe Jethro slot. All the compartments in there are mixed up at the moment. Just hold me for a moment would you please? If that's okay?" she said tentatively, unsure as to what his reaction would be. He just nodded, still holding her. "All in good time Cherie, all in good time. Don't worry about anything," he whispered. He kissed her hair, her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her lips. She snuggled down into his arms, just resting there, accepting his kisses, feeling warm and cared for. Gradually she managed to shush the bits of her brain that were clamouring for attention, all the alarm bells stopped ringing, and she sent the errant thoughts buzzing round away into the relevant places to be dealt with later on when she was on her own. It stopped feeling so much like her brain had become a snow globe and been shaken up. She was worried about the Gilana part of her, but it was way too scary to try and pull her out now. She was expecting that when she did come out it probably wasn't going to be pretty, and now wasn't the right time. She took some deep breaths, and looked back into his face, and smiled at him, a broad happy smile. "Thank you, for that most precious thing. Thank you so much for being patient, and willing, and for well all of it." She kissed his chest again, and rubbed her head on his shoulder like a contented cat. "You are a very special man you know?" He smiled softly at her. "It's just your reflection in my eyes Cherie." he whispered. If there was frustration at his unrelieved arousal, it was not visible anywhere on his face. She blushed unused to compliments that weren't just pick up lines trying to lure her into bed. "I don't know where we go from here?" she paused then, wanting to tell him that she wanted to do something for him, not as a reward, not as a thank you, but just because she wanted him to feel the same way. This was getting into uncharted waters, and there was a whole slew of feelings that she just wanted to take outside and bury somewhere so she really didn't have to look at them. Physical actions would divert her thoughts away she realised, and besides she really wanted to do this - for him. She ran her hand down his face, and drew circles on his shoulder and the top of his arm, with her fingertips then down his back. "What would make you feel good?" she said tentatively. "Knowing you enjoy what you are doing... I would find no pleasure in something you were uncomfortable with Cherie" he whispered, his skin was tingling under her touch and the continuous teasing had him thinking through a fog of hormones, but even when his brain wanted to shut down, his heart never stopped remembering just who it was he was with, and he let that lead him, it had not done such a bad job thus far after all... What was going to not be uncomfortable? Now there was a question. She pondered the possibilities, not really feeling terribly enthusiastic about any of them. She sat up suddenly, and moved to kneel in front of him, taking his hands in hers. She tried to say something, but stopped, not sure how to word it. So she rested her head on his shoulder for a second, stalling for time. Her brain had gone into snow globe mode again, with a thousand random thoughts twirling around, as she tried to reconcile her fears, her memories, with her overwhelming desire to make him feel good, because she cared about him. She went hot and cold all over at this realisation, and looked up at him, suddenly very afraid. He sensed her fear, his vampire nose highly attuned to it, before it even showed on her face, and put his arms around her, slowly a thought came through his foggy mind. His heart was banging a gong, and suddenly it broke through the haze of hormones and he knew what he was feeling, what he wanted more than anything else. He leaned his head in next to hers, pecked her on the cheek, and then whispered in her ear... "I think what would make me feel best would be to fall asleep with you in my arms just like this, all I really want you to do is be here with me." He felt his arousal subside, after all he had been celibate for more than two centuries, he was quite practised at overriding his body's statements, and he had not lied. Cuddling really can be better than sex sometimes.... She snuck a tiny glance at his diminishing erection, and breathed again. She'd dodged that particular bullet for the moment. She was awfully disappointed in herself that her hopes hadn't really come through for her. She had so wanted it all to work, all to be shiny and perfect, but so many compromises had been made that this had never been going to be simple. When was she going to ever be as happy as she had been when they came to bed? Maybe she was broken, maybe she was a freak, maybe this had been her chance and she'd blown it. She sighed, and lay down again beside him, just knowing that his arms were strong, reminding herself that she felt safe there. That whole caring thing, maybe that was just something her brain was trying to trick her with, to try and get her to touch him. Anyway she wasn't going to go there now, she wasn't. Sleep more sleep, that would be good. It might all seem very different when she woke up. He held her against him, feeling more deeply satisfied than he could ever remembered, he felt... satiated. Seeing her pleasure, feeling her closeness, it had pleased him more deeply than he could ever describe. Yes there was fear near the end, but he wasn't excessively worried, he had real hope now. She was starting to gain control of her own mind, her own soul, even if she had to do it bit by bit. Everyone had their own black stuff, she had been dunked under in hers so often that she may perhaps have forgotten that there is a world outside it, but she was beginning to transgress that. Sullivan ran his fingertip along her arm, her beautiful, unblemished scar-free arm. He kissed her forehead lightly before speaking. "Sleep ma Cherie, rest now. You have come a long way, it's okay to rest before we proceed on our journey." he whispered softly. He was right, they had made progress and she should feel good about even the tiniest of steps, she told herself, and she held that thought in her mind, and allowed herself to feel his warm tender embrace, and drift off into sleep. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Tue Aug 10 23:23:42 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: >>Her eyes finally reached Jonathon's face again, "I don't need a private word" she frowned "at least I don't think so, you order breakfast and I'll have coffee and wait for this chappie." she glanced back over her shoulder in Ratso's direction again.>> The mixed messages coming off Rebecca were doing Jonathon's head in. Was she interested or not? He decided to rein back a bit and chill out. It wasn't worth pushing the worried ones, they usually came round eventually, and were a lot happier for being left to take things slowly. "Okay coffee then." He waved at the waiter and asked for "A full Irish breakfast please, and two cups of coffee" tag Rebecca From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Aug 10 23:33:13 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > > >>Her eyes finally reached Jonathon's face again, "I don't need a private > word" she frowned "at least I don't think so, you order breakfast and I'll > have coffee and wait for this chappie." she glanced back over her shoulder > in Ratso's direction again.>> > > The mixed messages coming off Rebecca were doing Jonathon's head > in. Was she > interested or not? He decided to rein back a bit and chill out. It wasn't > worth pushing the worried ones, they usually came round > eventually, and were > a lot happier for being left to take things slowly. > > "Okay coffee then." He waved at the waiter and asked for "A full Irish > breakfast please, and two cups of coffee" > Rebecca didn't say anything, she just sat back in her chair and waited for the coffee to arrive, it was nice to be in the presence of someone who didn't make her skin crawl. /tag Jonathon From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 11 12:15:59 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up In-Reply-To: <20040810134826.20146.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040811111559.52393.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Denton kept covering the others move towards the car when he saw the mud creature. Unable to comprehend what it might be he emptied his revolver in to it before spotting that Jessie had collapsed to the floor and the paramedic was struggling to get Jay to the car on his own. Holstering his gun he moved quickly across to the group. The paramedic had shifted his grip on Jay and was making slow but steady progress towards the car so the detective concentrated on getting Jessie up and away, "come on lady, we're almost at the car, don't give up now."<< Jessie struggled to shake the terror. She stood, then focused on the car ahead of them. If they could just get there, they'd be safe. "I'll try," she whispered. "Please, just help Jay. Keep him safe." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 11 12:21:11 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040810083445.023f2cf0@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040811112111.50331.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>Muse felt her color deepening. Proud of her? "But...I was so badly behaved. Yelling like that in front of everyone." She scrubbed her knuckles against her cheek, trying to make the blush go away. "I was just so...so angry. And she just kept pushing at it and...and..." She ducked into the kitchen, a calm easing over her as she looked at her array of neat cupboards and ingredients."I can't believe I really said all that." << Ratso caught up with her and turned her gently to face him. He took her chin in his hand and looked deeply into her eyes. "You stood up for yourself. Dat's what ya gotta do sometimes. Some people don't unnerstand nice. Dey tink you're weak, an' dey'll walk all over ya. Yeah, ya got a little mad. But since ya don't do it dat much, dat made people realize how important it was. Ya gotta have respect for udder people. Maybe dat kid learned dat taday." He stepped back, not wanting to push himself on her, and took her hands in his. "You gonna be ok?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 11 12:27:58 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040810163539.43739.qmail@web86703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040811112758.63805.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>Callum dredged into the memories at the very bottom of his brain. Golems, right. He'd read several copies of the Sefer Yetzirah, the Hebrew book of creation, which described how a golem was created by reciting the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. He knew that there was a legend of one Rabbi Elias, who had created a golem from clay and inscribed it with the Hebrew word EMETH, or truth, on its forehead, granting it life. The golem eventually became overwhelmingly large, and its creator becoming scared told it to tie its shoelace. When it bent over Elias could reach its head. He destroyed the golem by erasing the first inscribed letter making it the word for death, METH. Elias was regretably crushed to death when the golem's reverted back to a gigantic pile of clay. Then there was the famous Czech Golem. Rabbi Loew created a Golem in Prague, who usefully did all the things the populace couldn't be bothered to do, until it went on a rampage one day. That one was destroyed by placing a piece of paper in its mouth with the name of God written on it. The remains of it to the present day are in the attic of the city synagogue which is still standing, unlike the rest of the Eastern European synagogues destroyed by the Nazis. He glanced over the top of his cover looking for a forehead or a mouth to work with. He couldn't see either. So that hadn't really got him very far. << Meg glanced over and saw Callum tapping on his Palm. "Research later! Cal, get them in the car, now!" She yelled at Tolliver, "Move your car! We gotta get outa here, now! I'll lead it away!" The police captain nodded. He ran for his vehicle and cranked the engine to leave a path for the Lincoln. Meg then ran straight for the big mud monster. "Hey, Ugly!" she yelled. "Come and get me!" She waved her arms at it in an attempt to get its attention. If she could turn it away, the others could get to the car. Then she'd make a run for it herself. This thing wasn't very fast, so she could beat it there and be on the road before it could catch up. Tag OOC - Is this more like what you want AJ? I can do this anytime Callum uses his brain if you like... I have seen the synagogue in Prague btw, but there were no rampaging clay men outside it at the time... OOC: No rampaging clay men? Guess I won't rush over to see it, then... :) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 11 12:30:33 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040810102144a5a356@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040811113033.56545.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Sal frowned, she wasn't at all sure she had been magnificent. She had an annoying suspicion she had misread the situation and estranged someone who might otherwize have been nice. "So much for Tom and Jerry" she muttered, as she walked out into the hallway. Then she looked at the pixie. "So how do we open these big doors eh ?"<< "Did they give you one of those ID card thingeys?" Wendy asked. "All you have to do is wave your card in front of this square, and the door opens." She flew to the square in question, framing it with her hands like a TV spokesmodel. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 11 12:35:59 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04081010285555341f@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040811113559.57007.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>The golum approached a slumbering pace, where bullets struck it they went clean through without phasing it, the holes simply oozing shut again. In the meantime Dalore got up and disapeared into the trees.... When the second grenade exploded around the golum's feet it ripped one massive leg to shreds, causing the heavy thing to collapse sideways but the mud from below oozed back into the gap where the leg used to be and a moment later it lumbered back upright, approaching once more. It reached the abandoned ambulance, and struck it against the roof. The ambulance slid on it's side for a good ten meters before crashing into another tree with a massive creaking thud. Then it approached the humans and their cars again...<< Meg continued screaming at the creature. She'd been a little freaked when it rebuilt itself after having its leg blown off by a grenade, but there was no time for that now. "This way, dumbass! Come on, follow the leader!" She ran in front of it, still trying to draw its attention away from the others. Jessie had almost lost it again when that thing crushed the ambulance, but she focused as much as possible on the big black car. She made her way toward it, helping the paramedic with Jay. Get to the car, she thought. Just get to the car! Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Aug 11 12:44:51 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040811114451.21723.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>Her eyes finally reached Jonathon's face again, "I don't need a private word" she frowned "at least I don't think so, you order breakfast and I'll have coffee and wait for this chappie." she glanced back over her shoulder in Ratso's direction again.>> >>The mixed messages coming off Rebecca were doing Jonathon's head in. Was she interested or not? He decided to rein back a bit and chill out. It wasn't worth pushing the worried ones, they usually came round eventually, and were a lot happier for being left to take things slowly. "Okay coffee then." He waved at the waiter and asked for "A full Irish breakfast please, and two cups of coffee"<< "Very good, sir," the waiter said. He turned to Rebecca. "Shall I tell Corporal Rizzoli you wish to speak with him, miss?" Tag Jonathan, Rebecca From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Aug 11 13:47:57 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040811113559.57007.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040811124757.52049.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> > Jessie had almost lost it again when that thing > crushed the ambulance, but she focused as much as > possible on the big black car. She made her way > toward it, helping the paramedic with Jay. Get to > the car, she thought. Just get to the car! Denton rushed to the car and saw the keys were still in the ignition, looking up he saw a pale looking guy running from the trunk, "Hey, kid, can you drive these people out to safety? A couple of them are injured." > Meg continued screaming at the creature. She'd been > a little freaked when it rebuilt itself after having > its leg blown off by a grenade, but there was no > time for that now. "This way, dumbass! Come on, > follow the leader!" She ran in front of it, still > trying to draw its attention away from the others. Pulling his revolver he ejected the used cartridges and used a speed loader to replenish it. Cocking it he ran towards where Meg was trying to catch the attention of the thing. He hadn't really been able to catagorise it beyond that, whatever it was this guy had called, it didn't really fit within his frames of reference but the woman seemed to have a plan and looked like she could do with help. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Aug 11 17:11:32 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: <20040811114451.21723.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Okay coffee then." He waved at the waiter and asked for "A full Irish > breakfast please, and two cups of coffee"<< > > "Very good, sir," the waiter said. He turned to Rebecca. "Shall > I tell Corporal Rizzoli you wish to speak with him, miss?" "Yes please" Rebecca replied, OK lets see if I can get through this without being sick, she thought to herself. As the waiter left the table she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Tag Jonathan, Waiter > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 11 21:53:18 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: "Yes please" Rebecca replied, OK lets see if I can get through this without being sick, she thought to herself. As the waiter left the table she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "Are you sure that you're okay... You don't look or sound like it. Can I help?" Jonathon looked at her with genuine concern; he hated to see a pretty girl looking so disconcerted. Tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 11 22:01:19 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040811112758.63805.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <> Callum stopped what he was doing, he'd come up with nothing useful thinking about it and the search on the database seemed to have stalled completely. "Aye, sorry" he shouted back to her and got up starting to move towards Jay and Jessie. He saw Jessie struggling with the paramedic to carry Jay, and mentally slapped himself for getting distracted when he ought to have been helping them, and he rushed forwards. <> He glanced back and saw Meg waving at the creature and started to say something, then thought better of it, not wanting to distract her, but his eyes kept being drawn to her, even as he moved forwards. OOC: No rampaging clay men? Guess I won't rush over to see it, then... :) OOC: Sorry to spoil your illusions! From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Aug 11 22:07:34 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > > > "Yes please" Rebecca replied, OK lets see if I can get through > this without > being sick, she thought to herself. As the waiter left the table > she took a > deep breath and then exhaled slowly. > > "Are you sure that you're okay... You don't look or sound like it. Can I > help?" > > Jonathon looked at her with genuine concern; he hated to see a pretty girl > looking so disconcerted. > "Is it that obvious?" she sounded tired. Before Jonathan could answer she continued "No, there's nothing you can do, I'll be fine, I just...I just need to get used to a few ...things." she glanced over her shoulder again in Ratso's direction, her hand involuntarily straying to her right shoulder. She turned back to Jonathan, "shit just happens y'know" /tag Jonathan From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 11 22:11:43 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <<"Is it that obvious?" she sounded tired. Before Jonathan could answer she continued "No, there's nothing you can do, I'll be fine, I just...I just need to get used to a few ...things." she glanced over her shoulder again in Ratso's direction, her hand involuntarily straying to her right shoulder. She turned back to Jonathan, "shit just happens y'know">> "Tell me about it!" he replied, and then thinking distracting her might help he asked "So are you one of the Guardians then?" tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 11 22:20:26 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040811124757.52049.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: OOC - I assume you meant Callum, I never thought of him as pale looking. If you didn't - sorry. <> Callum carried on moving towards Jay and Jessie, shouting towards the man "Aye, leave them to me" and took Jay's weight from Jessie, "Get in the car Doctor, will you I'll bring him to you, dinna worry." He reached down and took Jay's full weight; with his enhanced strength it was no issue. The paramedic held the door open, and Callum lifted Jay inside, then ran round to the front, choosing the right side this time. He reached into the footwell of the passenger side and grabbed his shoes pulling them on, then pulled out the remaining contact lens and shoved his glasses on. He didn't feel safe driving with one eye. "Everyone okay back there?" He didn't want to leave Meg, but there were a bunch of people with vehicles there. What if she changed, he'd promised to take care of her? "Get in" he called to the paramedic and gunned the engine. > Meg continued screaming at the creature. She'd been > a little freaked when it rebuilt itself after having > its leg blown off by a grenade, but there was no > time for that now. "This way, dumbass! Come on, > follow the leader!" She ran in front of it, still > trying to draw its attention away from the others. Pulling his revolver he ejected the used cartridges and used a speed loader to replenish it. Cocking it he ran towards where Meg was trying to catch the attention of the thing. He hadn't really been able to catagorise it beyond that, whatever it was this guy had called, it didn't really fit within his frames of reference but the woman seemed to have a plan and looked like she could do with help. He wanted to shout out to her, to ask if she was okay, should he leave? But he didn't want to stop what she was doing. Hell he couldna go without asking her could he. It was obvious what she was trying to do, and he was just liable to make it all go wrong. Tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Aug 11 23:06:59 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of Sue Lee > Sent: 11 August 2004 22:12 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: RE: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) > > > <<"Is it that obvious?" she sounded tired. Before Jonathan could > answer she > continued "No, there's nothing you can do, I'll be fine, I just...I just > need to get used to a few ...things." she glanced over her > shoulder again in > Ratso's direction, her hand involuntarily straying to her right shoulder. > > She turned back to Jonathan, "shit just happens y'know">> > > "Tell me about it!" he replied, and then thinking distracting her > might help > he asked "So are you one of the Guardians then?" > "No, I'm not" Rebecca replied harshly, realising the manner in which she had spoken, she deliberately tried to soften her tone, "I take it that you're not either." Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Aug 12 07:56:14 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (Jena) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'. [Tag diner/canteen crowd] In-Reply-To: <20040811112111.50331.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> References: <6.1.0.6.0.20040810083445.023f2cf0@mail.comcast.net> <20040811112111.50331.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <6.1.0.6.0.20040812002247.024231e8@mail.comcast.net> >Ratso caught up with her and turned her gently to face him. He took her >chin in his hand and looked deeply into her eyes. "You stood up for >yourself. Dat's what ya gotta do sometimes. Some people don't unnerstand >nice. Dey tink you're weak, an' dey'll walk all over ya. Yeah, ya got a >little mad. But since ya don't do it dat much, dat made people realize >how important it was. Ya gotta have respect for udder people. Maybe dat >kid learned dat taday." > >He stepped back, not wanting to push himself on her, and took her hands in >his. "You gonna be ok?" Muse was still a little unsure, but nodded slowly. She looked down at their hands and squeezed his fingers. "Yeah. I...I think I am. Though I don't know that I want to do something like that again any time soon. It's...a bit scary." Though it'd felt good, really really good, and that was an emotion that she didn't know what to do with, not like this. So she simply pushed it away until she could deal with it. From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Thu Aug 12 10:38:29 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812093829.20137.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "No, I'm not" Rebecca replied harshly, realising the > manner in which she had > spoken, she deliberately tried to soften her tone, > "I take it that you're > not either." "Nope, I just seem to have got caught up in something, trying to help out a friend. Her name's Joy. She's sleeping with the Commander - Jethro Sullivan I believe." There - that ought to put the cat amongst the pigeons, he thought smugly. "So what are you doing here then if you're not a Guardian?" tag Rebecca ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Aug 12 11:38:51 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: <20040812093829.20137.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > > "No, I'm not" Rebecca replied harshly, realising the > > manner in which she had > > spoken, she deliberately tried to soften her tone, > > "I take it that you're > > not either." > > "Nope, I just seem to have got caught up in something, > trying to help out a friend. Her name's Joy. She's > sleeping with the Commander - Jethro Sullivan I > believe." > > There - that ought to put the cat amongst the pigeons, > he thought smugly. > > "So what are you doing here then if you're not a > Guardian?" > Rebecca's attention had started to wander but Sullivan's name caused her to re-focus on Jonathon. "Really?" she raised her eyebrows in exasperation but the expression didn't quite mask the flicker of revulsion that fluttered across her face, I wonder if that's why he didn't answer the door, she thought grumpily. "Well that's just great, I arrive here on a long haul flight - in the middle of the night for obvious reasons - oh never mind." She cut herself off abruptly thinking that perhaps she wasn't being completely fair. "Is your friend a guardian?" what she really wanted to ask was, is your friend human? How could any one want to fuck something that wasn't human; a memory of Daniel, his arms around her flashed into her mind and she struggled to shove the image away before the shame and ever present anger could come to the fore. Tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Aug 12 12:15:44 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812111544.50058.qmail@web86708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> Rebecca's attention had started to wander but Sullivan's name caused her to re-focus on Jonathon. "Really?" she raised her eyebrows in exasperation but the expression didn't quite mask the flicker of revulsion that fluttered across her face, I wonder if that's why he didn't answer the door, she thought grumpily. "Well that's just great, I arrive here on a long haul flight - in the middle of the night for obvious reasons - oh never mind." She cut herself off abruptly thinking that perhaps she wasn'tbeing completely fair. "Is your friend a guardian?" what she really wanted to ask was, is your friend human? How could any one want to fuck something that wasn't human; a memory of Daniel, his arms around her flashed into her mind and she struggled to shove the image away before the shame and ever present anger could come to the fore.>> Jonathon smirked inwardly. There was no other word for it. She looked as apaulled as he was about it, although he guessed it couldn't be for the same reasons. With a bit of luck that bit of gossip would be all over the place very shortly. He knew women couldn't avoiding gossiping. Like shopping it was part of their genetic code. He might have to plant another couple of seeds with whatever other people he talked to. She was his, not Sullivan's and he would do whatever was necessary to ensure that. "I guess so, although I'm not sure when that happened, she's a special effects technician in the theatre, not a fighter. He called her lieutenant earlier on, any ideas on that?" he shrugged. Tag OOC - I just want to clarify that Jonathon's view are entirely his own and not mine. I consider men to be far worse gossips than women any day 8-) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 12:22:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812112246.44523.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Clare McNall wrote: "Yes please" Rebecca replied, OK lets see if I can get through this without being sick, she thought to herself. As the waiter left the table she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "Very good, madam," the waiter replied. He slipped off to the kitchen as quietly as he had come. No tag needed From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 12:41:02 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812114102.14843.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: > >>Callum carried on moving towards Jay and Jessie, shouting towards the man "Aye, leave them to me" and took Jay's weight from Jessie, "Get in the car Doctor, will you I'll bring him to you, dinna worry." He reached down and took Jay's full weight; with his enhanced strength it was no issue. The paramedic held the door open, and Callum lifted Jay inside, then ran round to the front, choosing the right side this time. He reached into the footwell of the passenger side and grabbed his shoes pulling them on, then pulled out the remaining contact lens and shoved his glasses on. He didn't feel safe driving with one eye. "Everyone okay back there?" He didn't want to leave Meg, but there were a bunch of people with vehicles there. What if she changed, he'd promised to take care of her? "Get in" he called to the paramedic and gunned the engine.<< Jessie tried to protest as her love was taken from her, but she didn't have the energy. She followed behind Callum, focusing on his back to keep her eyes off the lumbering creature moving towards them. She climbed over Jay to sit on the edge behind the front passenger seat. Once there, she had enough presence of mind to fasten her own and Jay's seat belts before curling up against the car door. > Meg continued screaming at the creature. She'd been > a little freaked when it rebuilt itself after having > its leg blown off by a grenade, but there was no > time for that now. "This way, dumbass! Come on, > follow the leader!" She ran in front of it, still > trying to draw its attention away from the others. >>Pulling his revolver he ejected the used cartridges and used a speed loader to replenish it. Cocking it he ran towards where Meg was trying to catch the attention of the thing. He hadn't really been able to catagorise it beyond that, whatever it was this guy had called, it didn't really fit within his frames of reference but the woman seemed to have a plan and looked like she could do with help.<< Meg caught a glimpse of the cop out of the corner of her eye. "Help me distract it, lead it away from the others," she said. "We can outrun it once they're gone, I think, it ain't all that fast." >>He wanted to shout out to her, to ask if she was okay, should he leave? But he didn't want to stop what she was doing. Hell he couldna go without asking her could he. It was obvious what she was trying to do, and he was just liable to make it all go wrong.<< Meg waved at the Lincoln. "Go! Go! Get them out of here!" She returned her attention to the creature in front of her... Tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Aug 12 12:41:33 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: <20040812111544.50058.qmail@web86708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of Sue Lee > Sent: 12 August 2004 12:16 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: RE: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) > > > >> Rebecca's attention had started to wander but Sullivan's name caused > her to re-focus on Jonathon. "Really?" she raised her eyebrows in > exasperation but the expression didn't quite mask the flicker of > revulsion that fluttered across her face, I wonder if that's why he > didn't answer the door, she thought grumpily. "Well that's just great, > I arrive here on a long haul flight - in the middle of the night for > obvious reasons - oh never mind." > She cut herself off abruptly thinking that perhaps she wasn'tbeing > completely fair. "Is your friend a guardian?" what she really wanted > to ask was, is your friend human? How could any one want to fuck > something that wasn't human; a memory of Daniel, his arms around her > flashed into her mind and she struggled to shove the image away before > the shame and ever present anger could come to the fore.>> > > Jonathon smirked inwardly. There was no other word for it. She looked > as apaulled as he was about it, although he guessed it couldn't be for > the same reasons. > > With a bit of luck that bit of gossip would be all over the place very > shortly. He knew women couldn't avoiding gossiping. Like shopping it > was part of their genetic code. He might have to plant another couple > of seeds with whatever other people he talked to. She was his, not > Sullivan's and he would do whatever was necessary to ensure that. > > "I guess so, although I'm not sure when that happened, she's a special > effects technician in the theatre, not a fighter. He called her > lieutenant earlier on, any ideas on that?" he shrugged. > Rebecca shrugged, "I don't know - they seem to be fond of military titles round here" Sleeping with a subordinate - classy - and this is the guy who's meant to help me, Rebecca's opinion of Sullivan was not improving. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 12:49:38 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'/Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <6.1.0.6.0.20040812002247.024231e8@mail.comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040812114938.79205.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Jena wrote: >>Muse was still a little unsure, but nodded slowly. She looked down at their hands and squeezed his fingers. "Yeah. I...I think I am. Though I don't know that I want to do something like that again any time soon. It's...a bit scary." Though it'd felt good, really really good, and that was an emotion that she didn't know what to do with, not like this. So she simply pushed it away until she could deal with it. << At that moment the waiter stepped in and gave Muse the order from the front table. He poured a pot of coffee and placed it on a tray, along with two cups, cream, sugar, and various other sweeteners. "The lady at the front table would like a word with you, sir, when you are available," he said to Ratso, then glided back into the dining room. "Huh. Surprise to me," the thin man said. "She was actin' real funny. Like bein' around me was makin' her sick or sometin. I hope she ain't ona dem lycan haters. I'll be back as soon as I can, ok, babe?" He kissed Muse lightly on the hand, then left for the dining room. [Tag Muse] Ratso saw the woman and the man who'd been in the infirmary last night sitting at a table near the door. He took a deep breath and approached. "You wanted to see me, Miss Drake? How can I help ya?" [Tag Rebecca] From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Aug 12 14:59:29 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <20040811113033.56545.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040811113033.56545.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408121359.29886.ajventer@direqlearn.org> On Wednesday 11 August 2004 11:30, Kathy Perkins wrote: > an annoying > suspicion she had misread the situation and estranged someone who might > otherwize have been nice. > "So much for Tom and Jerry" she muttered, as she walked out into the > hallway. Then she looked at the pixie. > "So how do we open these big doors eh ?"<< > > "Did they give you one of those ID card thingeys?" Wendy asked. "All you > have to do is wave your card in front of this square, and the door opens." > She flew to the square in question, framing it with her hands like a TV > spokesmodel. > Sal pulled her ID-card out. "So that's what this thingamajig is for." She giggled, "I thought it was my tag so I don't get taken by the dog-catcher." Then she waved it into front of the censor, and they stepped out onto the sidewalk. A moment later Sal whistled a cab down, and just before stepping in whispered to the Wendy (who was hidden in her hair): "So where are we going you hot pretty little thing ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Aug 12 13:15:51 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'/Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <20040812114938.79205.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso saw the woman and the man who'd been in the infirmary last > night sitting at a table near the door. He took a deep breath > and approached. "You wanted to see me, Miss Drake? How can I help ya?" > Rebecca looked up into the small man's face, here goes nothing she thought. "Are you the gentleman in charge of the dayshift?" she asked very politely, she felt a slight jolt in the pit of her stomach, it was similar to the way may have felt if someone had caught her doing something that she shouldn't be doing. Not pleasant but not the overwhelming nausea she had felt before. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 13:16:39 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <200408121359.29886.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040812121639.1117.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >Sal pulled her ID-card out. "So that's what this thingamajig is for." She giggled, "I thought it was my tag so I don't get taken by the dog-catcher."< Wendy giggled. "Better hide out again." She burrowed back under Sal's hair, deliberately tickling her neck in the process. >>Then she waved it into front of the censor, and they stepped out onto the sidewalk. A moment later Sal whistled a cab down, and just before stepping in whispered to the Wendy (who was hidden in her hair): "So where are we going you hot pretty little thing ?"<< "Redeye Express, in the Village," Wendy whispered in her ear. "I just know you're gonna love it! And they're lycan friendly, so you can do whatever you want in whatever shape you want..." The driver knew the place, and he got them there in record time. The outside was relatively barren, just a sign with the name. All the windows were painted over with black paint. "They have a sewer entrance so vamps can come," Wendy whispered. The driver took Sal's money and looked her over appreciatively as he did. He licked his lips and winked, then drove off. "Come on, let's go!" Wendy said aloud. She popped out of her hiding place and rested on Sal's shoulder. Inside was dark, loud, and smoky, as any proper club should be. The building had three stories, each with a dance floor featuring different music, and each with rooms available for intimate encounters. There was a color-coded map on the wall showing locations of everything the club offered. A burly bouncer greeted them just inside the entrance. "Five bucks cover charge, lady," he said. Tag Sal From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 13:20:37 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'/Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812122037.27764.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Clare McNall wrote: >>Rebecca looked up into the small man's face, here goes nothing she thought. "Are you the gentleman in charge of the dayshift?" she asked very politely, she felt a slight jolt in the pit of her stomach, it was similar to the way may have felt if someone had caught her doing something that she shouldn't be doing. Not pleasant but not the overwhelming nausea she had felt before.<< Ratso could sense her discomfort, and it was making him nervous, too. "I suppose so, as much as anybody is," he said. "I checked da computer earlier, an' all it says is dat you're comin', but not why. Why are you here, exactly? Are you supposed to be helping us, or are we helping you?" Tag Rebecca From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Aug 12 13:33:07 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Hope is a waking dream (Jonathon + Rebecca) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812123307.77770.qmail@web86707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Rebecca shrugged, "I don't know - they seem to be fond of military > titles > round here" Sleeping with a subordinate - classy - and this is the > guy who's > meant to help me, Rebecca's opinion of Sullivan was not improving. Jonathon shrugged, he didn't much care really. Anyway he seemed to have gotten one person on his side, which was all he was bothered about. He saw one of them approaching and shut up abruptly. No tag necessary From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Aug 12 13:40:03 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040812114102.14843.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040812124003.19763.qmail@web86705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > >>He wanted to shout out to her, to ask if she was okay, should he > leave? But > he didn't want to stop what she was doing. Hell he couldna go without > asking > her could he. It was obvious what she was trying to do, and he was > just > liable to make it all go wrong.<< > > Meg waved at the Lincoln. "Go! Go! Get them out of here!" She > returned her attention to the creature in front of her... Well that was a pretty implicit instruction, he couldn't argue with that. He threw the car into gear and took off. He drove as carefully as he could over the rough ground, not wanting to hurt Jay anymore than he could avoid. He glanced back in the mirror. The doc looked pretty grim as well. "What happened to you Doctor, if you don't mind me asking? What did this to you?" Tag all From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Aug 12 13:40:52 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] I'll give you 'fetch'/Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <20040812122037.27764.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > Ratso could sense her discomfort, and it was making him nervous, > too. "I suppose so, as much as anybody is," he said. "I checked > da computer earlier, an' all it says is dat you're comin', but > not why. Why are you here, exactly? Are you supposed to be > helping us, or are we helping you?" > Rebecca was working hard to maintain her composure, her lover hadn't described her as the ice bitch for no reason, she was adept at concealing her feelings and motivations but right now she felt as if she had neon light over her head flashing "Victim." "I guess" she started, dammit it was hard to get the words out, "you are meant to be helping me." She hurried on pass the admission of need, "I got here last night and I was meant to see Mr Sullivan when I arrived, but, he didn't answer his door." Her mild irritation at that allowed her to carry on. "I just wanted to know what was going on, y'know, what's expected of me, do I need to sign in or out, is there some sort of schedule in this place?" she paused and a small smile played across her lips "I don't suppose you have a handbook?" Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Aug 12 13:52:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040812114102.14843.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040812125228.25429.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > Meg caught a glimpse of the cop out of the corner of > her eye. "Help me distract it, lead it away from > the others," she said. "We can outrun it once > they're gone, I think, it ain't all that fast." "Alright," Denton planted his feet and squeezed a well aimed shot at the things head, "hey, you want some of me?" As he dodged around in the same direction as Meg he threw a quick question out at her, "what the hell is this thing? Some sort of robot?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 13:57:04 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040812124003.19763.qmail@web86705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040812125704.74784.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>Well that was a pretty implicit instruction, he couldn't argue with that. He threw the car into gear and took off. He drove as carefully as he could over the rough ground, not wanting to hurt Jay anymore than he could avoid. He glanced back in the mirror. The doc looked pretty grim as well. "What happened to you Doctor, if you don't mind me asking? What did this to you?" << Jessie came out of her stupor when she heard Callum speak to her. "Corpses..." she said. "Attacked...us..." She couldn't say more. She curled up again to protect herself from ...out there. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 14:02:16 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040812130216.8126.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Clare McNall wrote: >>Rebecca was working hard to maintain her composure, her lover hadn't described her as the ice bitch for no reason, she was adept at concealing her feelings and motivations but right now she felt as if she had neon light over her head flashing "Victim." "I guess" she started, dammit it was hard to get the words out, "you are meant to be helping me." She hurried on pass the admission of need, "I got here last night and I was meant to see Mr Sullivan when I arrived, but, he didn't answer his door." Her mild irritation at that allowed her to carry on. "I just wanted to know what was going on, y'know, what's expected of me, do I need to sign in or out, is there some sort of schedule in this place?" she paused and a small smile played across her lips "I don't suppose you have a handbook?"<< "Nope, 'fraid not," Ratso replied. At least he didn't have to try to put this nut case to work. "If you're here for help, you can just relax. Finish your coffee. Dere's a smoking deck through the doors around the corner. It's a sunroom in a garden wit its own ventillation system. We got coffee an' sodas out dere, too. Very peaceful, no matter what da weather. I'll get da commander an' send him out to you. Or you can wait in here, or in your room if you want." He waited for a response so he'd know where to send the commander. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 12 14:06:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040812125228.25429.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040812130648.60066.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Alright," Denton planted his feet and squeezed a well aimed shot at the things head, "hey, you want some of me?" As he dodged around in the same direction as Meg he threw a quick question out at her, "what the hell is this thing? Some sort of robot?"<< "Buddy, I got no idea," Meg replied. She slipped the grenade launcher around her back and pulled out her Glock. "I hate wasting ammo like this. Bullets don't seem to slow it down. If it was a robot, it would be metal, wouldn't it? This thing..." She dodged a large clump of mud that fell from the creature's head. "Looks like it's made outta dirt or somethin'. Never seen anything like it." That was a fact. She didn't mention that she had seen vampires and werewolves, or that she was a werewolf herself. Somehow it just didn't seem like the proper time... Tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Thu Aug 12 14:23:15 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <20040812130216.8126.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Nope, 'fraid not," Ratso replied. At least he didn't have to > try to put this nut case to work. "If you're here for help, you > can just relax. Finish your coffee. Dere's a smoking deck > through the doors around the corner. It's a sunroom in a garden > wit its own ventillation system. We got coffee an' sodas out > dere, too. Very peaceful, no matter what da weather. I'll get > da commander an' send him out to you. Or you can wait in here, > or in your room if you want." > > He waited for a response so he'd know where to send the commander. > "Oh, you don't need to.." her glance flickered towards Jonathan "interupt him, I don't mind waiting - Wendy said he wouldn't be up till this evening, I just didn't feel comfortable taking her word that I was free to come and go until then." Her meeting with Sullivan was going to be difficult enough she didn't want to make it worse by breaking up a nookie session. "what time is he usually ready for business?" Tag From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Aug 12 17:33:27 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <20040812121639.1117.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040812121639.1117.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc040812093375e7be1a@mail.gmail.com> > Inside was dark, loud, and smoky, as any proper club should be. The building had three stories, each with a dance floor featuring different music, and each with rooms available for intimate encounters. There was a color-coded map on the wall showing locations of everything the club offered. > > A burly bouncer greeted them just inside the entrance. "Five bucks cover charge, lady," he said. "Five dollars !" Sal look aghast, "fuck. Couldn't I just let you fondle my tits for a while ?" she said looking hopeful, "I mean this time of morning, how many customers can you have anyway, and I mean, if I give you five bucks now, that's about 3 drinks less." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Aug 12 17:38:35 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040810105803.27771.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040810105803.27771.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04081209386a7fae0e@mail.gmail.com> > Sam knelt and took his brother in his arms. This was a little scary, too. He'd never seen Michael cry before, not ever. Michael had always been the strong one, looking out for him, standing up for him. Now it was his turn. He had to stand by Michael, no matter what. > > "It's ok, I'm here," he said, his own tears flowing freely now. "I'll be here for you. We'll get through it together, ok?" He hugged the older boy tightly. > > Cody sniffed at Michael, then whined softly. He nuzzled up against the two boys as best he could, trying to keep close to the pack. > Damien sighed with relief. The kid had almost lost it, but he had won the first battle, thank goodness for the brother, Damien was quiet sure he couldn't have talked him down alone. He knelt down next to the boys, glancing up at Stephanie and treating her to a smile. "Good going kiddo, good going. Say, you boys like rock ? I got some really good stuff, nothing better to help you deal with hard times than some really loud stuff eh ?" tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Aug 12 19:17:13 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: Message-ID: >>"Oh, you don't need to.." her glance flickered towards Jonathan "interupt him, I don't mind waiting - Wendy said he wouldn't be up till this evening, I just didn't feel comfortable taking her word that I was free to come and go until then." Her meeting with Sullivan was going to be difficult enough she didn't want to make it worse by breaking up a nookie session. "what time is he usually ready for business?">> Jonathon put milk and sugar into his coffee and stirred it watching the interplay between the two. He was enjoying this. This Rebecca was one feisty girl. No tag necessary From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 13 04:09:17 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813030917.41923.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> --- Clare McNall wrote: > "Oh, you don't need to.." her glance flickered > towards Jonathan "interupt > him, I don't mind waiting - Wendy said he wouldn't > be up till this evening, > I just didn't feel comfortable taking her word that > I was free to come and > go until then." Her meeting with Sullivan was going > to be difficult enough > she didn't want to make it worse by breaking up a > nookie session. > > "what time is he usually ready for business?" Ratso checked his watch. "Usually 'bout three or four. Dis place is safe for vampires da walk around in da daytime, so he's up early. I'll leave him a message ta check wit ya when he gets up. Is dere anyting else ya need? Da room ok?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 13 04:26:12 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc040812093375e7be1a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040813032612.47407.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > "Five dollars !" Sal look aghast, "fuck. Couldn't I > just let you > fondle my tits for a while ?" she said looking > hopeful, "I mean this > time of morning, how many customers can you have > anyway, and I mean, > if I give you five bucks now, that's about 3 drinks > less." "Sorry, lady, ain't interested," the big man said. "You ain't equipped for my tastes. Five bucks." "Oh, pooh!" Wendy said. She flew off Sal's shoulder and buzzed around the man's head, dumping pixie dust all around his nose and mouth. He sneezed a few times, then grinned at the little lady. "Aw, a fairy! Ok, go on in, but don't tell nobody. I need dis job." He waved them in quickly, still wearing that silly grin. "Quick, before it wears off!" Wendy hissed. "Once we're inside he'll forget all about us." Tag Sal From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 13 04:35:36 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04081209386a7fae0e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040813033536.7002.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> --- "A.J. Venter" wrote: > Damien sighed with relief. The kid had almost lost > it, but he had won > the first battle, > thank goodness for the brother, Damien was quiet > sure he couldn't have > talked him > down alone. > > He knelt down next to the boys, glancing up at > Stephanie and treating > her to a smile. "Good going kiddo, good going. Say, > you boys like rock > ? I got some really good stuff, nothing better to > help you deal with > hard times than some really loud > stuff eh ?" Sam shook his head. "Not me, but Mikey would. He likes rock. Could you help me get him upstairs? Maybe you could play some music for him or something. We don't have our stuff here." He looked at all of them, Damien, Stephanie, and Evan. "Thanks for stopping him. He may be doing dumb stuff right now, but he's my brother. He's all I've got." Larry saw that his work was done. He replaced Gabe's bike and lumbered off to replace the key and sign it back in. Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Aug 13 09:29:21 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <20040813032612.47407.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040813032612.47407.qmail@web40513.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200408130829.21765.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > "Sorry, lady, ain't interested," the big man said. > "You ain't equipped for my tastes. Five bucks." > > "Oh, pooh!" Wendy said. She flew off Sal's shoulder > and buzzed around the man's head, dumping pixie dust > all around his nose and mouth. He sneezed a few > times, then grinned at the little lady. > > "Aw, a fairy! Ok, go on in, but don't tell nobody. I > need dis job." He waved them in quickly, still > wearing that silly grin. > > "Quick, before it wears off!" Wendy hissed. "Once > we're inside he'll forget all about us." > "My my girl, you are handy in so many ways." Sal grinned, and followed her inside. The place was darkened, the lights tending toward phosphorous glow-light. The walls were covered with glow-in-the-dark painted murals showing scenes from fantasy comics, little brown pixie things sitting on big clover leaves, Vampires in dark suits with red inner linings, Werewolves standing on hilltops howling to the moon. The images were utterly ridiculous to Sal, but they were the same you would find in any of a milion gothic night-clubs all over the world... Sal grinned to herself, talk about hiding in plain sight. "Wow girl, this place rocks" She said to Wendy. tag OOC: Okay, somebody had to describe the interior, and the way the scene went, you sort of left it to me. I stole most of what you read from a club called Zeppelin's in Pretoria, which I visit on occasion. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog" Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter DireqLearn Tech Guru www.direqlearn.org http://silentcoder.blogsite.org (personal site) http://akinimod.sf.net (FOSS Projects) http://www.direqlearn.org | http://direqlearn.net/olce (Work sites) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Aug 13 09:33:38 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <20040813030917.41923.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso checked his watch. "Usually 'bout three or > four. Dis place is safe for vampires da walk around > in da daytime, so he's up early. I'll leave him a > message ta check wit ya when he gets up. Is dere > anyting else ya need? Da room ok?" > Rebecca shook her head, "No there's nothing else, the room's fine, thank you". Her reaction to Ratso had been more muted than earlier - a slight tension in her stomach, but no nausea. Perhaps there had simply been too many of them around her earlier. She took a sip of her coffee and looked over at Jonothan, "Looks like I have some time to kill afterall." Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 13 10:50:14 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040813033536.7002.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040813095014.41578.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > He looked at all of them, Damien, Stephanie, and > Evan. "Thanks for stopping him. He may be doing dumb > stuff right now, but he's my brother. He's all I've > got." Michael was aware that conversation was going on above him, but outwardly could do little more than screw his eyes shut and try to stop breathing in gasps. Inside the wolf was railing at him, assaulting his human side with the indignity of the display. He knew he should 'pull himself together' attempt to regain some face before these people, but he knew this display of frailty kept the wolf at bay and he needed that now. Until something changed around him, this was some degree of control. He held on to his brother and nuzzled in to Cody's fur, matting it with the water on his face. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Aug 13 10:52:09 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813095209.40583.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <> "Well I'm sure I can think of some ways to fill the time." Jonathon smirked back at her, trying not to sound over eager. "Once my breakfast arrives and I've eaten, what do you fancy doing?" He drank a deep slug of coffee, and looked back at her. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 13 10:53:48 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040812130648.60066.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040813095348.64185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > "Buddy, I got no idea," Meg replied. She slipped > the grenade launcher around her back and pulled out > her Glock. "I hate wasting ammo like this. Bullets > don't seem to slow it down. If it was a robot, it > would be metal, wouldn't it? This thing..." > She dodged a large clump of mud that fell from the > creature's head. "Looks like it's made outta dirt > or somethin'. Never seen anything like it." It looked like the mix of noise and the odd bullet hit was taking the things attention so Denton kept it up, continuing to try and turn it, leading it away from the others. Whatever it was it seemed to have some kind of primitive thought process. Meanwhile, as he caught his breath, he kept up the sparse conversation with Meg. "It must be coated in mud or something, it came up out of the ground, that guy must have had it hidden here, it's why he chose this place to drive to. Whatever it is it definitely aint a guy in a bear suit!" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 13 11:01:47 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: FW: Heck In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813100147.2714.qmail@web25209.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > >> (Work bad) > > Are you having to do some?? - Scary stuff. > > Ooh, you cut me to the quick with your sharp wit! > It's > clearing, plus the installation of the new Call > Logger > has slipped by a fortnight and still isn't > completed. > This has clearing implications (plus part of the > slipping is thanks to salesman embelishment... That's always the case isn't it? > I had heard tales about a mythological boss who > actually knew what they wanted their staff to do and > appreciated them for it, but I put it in the same > file > as my Yeti stories. We sat down and had a meeting on Monday, and actually talked about what I was doing and what resources I needed and how my time was planned out. I nearly fell off my chair, and the whole dept is going out to lunch today to celebrate my arrival!!! > Assuming you can be ready to leave home at around > 18:00 that would work fine. Are you at work? I could just get the tube to North Greenwich at whatever time. 1800 wouldn't be a problem at all... > We'll need to sort out > sleeping options as I'm delivering our guest bed to > its new owner on Saturday (Ebay, it's a wonderful > thing) Did you see I got your billing running? Was a tad worried when I ended up being the highest bidder for about 2 days on #10.50 or something. I'm easy so long as I have a sofa or something and a bathroom in easy reach! > Matt may be an option there. I should be able > to drop you off at North Greenwich or Greenwich DLR > at > a reasonable hour on the Thursday though. Cool - this has all the appearance of a plan you know. I'm going to have Ali manage to get to a computer later, prob later today, if not then tomorrow. S ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 13 11:04:12 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Heck Message-ID: <20040813100412.12202.qmail@web25206.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Oooops - that was so not the mail address I meant to send that to. Comes of changing mail accounts half way through a conversation. Good job I wasn't rude about any of you. Sorry S ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Aug 13 11:44:00 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <20040813095209.40583.qmail@web86710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > "Well I'm sure I can think of some ways to fill the time." Jonathon > smirked back at her, trying not to sound over eager. "Once my breakfast > arrives and I've eaten, what do you fancy doing?" > > He drank a deep slug of coffee, and looked back at her. Rebecca caught the smirk and she wasn't quite sure how to respond to it. She was pretty sure that he was coming on to her and was almost tempted to answer - how about a quick shag and then some sightseeing - more to see if he would spit out his coffee rather than then any over-riding urge she had for sex. Rebecca had no compunction about using this man to work off some frustration and she suspected that he would be a more than willing partner. In the past month everyone had treated her with kid gloves or acted as if she was unhinged and it annoyed her. The fact that Jonathan wasn't doing either of these was actually quite attractive, even the thought that his behaviour was probably only designed to get her into bed was comforting. If she was judging him right, then he'd have little interest in sticking around and trying to have a "relationship." Uncomplicated sex - she could feel the colour rising in her face - was she ready for it or would she get all wrapped up emotionally with memories of Daniel? Only one way to find out and this man was was as good as candidate as any.... Rebecca looked at Jonathan intently, ready to catch any hints to his intent. She shrugged her shoulders; "I don't know - what do you want to do?" she asked mildly placing the ball firmly into Jonathan's court. Tag From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 13 12:36:07 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813113607.89028.qmail@web25208.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Uncomplicated sex - she could feel the colour rising > in her face - was she > ready for it or would she get all wrapped up > emotionally with memories of > Daniel? > > Only one way to find out and this man was was as > good as candidate as > any.... > > Rebecca looked at Jonathan intently, ready to catch > any hints to his intent. > She shrugged her shoulders; "I don't know - what do > you want to do?" she > asked mildly placing the ball firmly into Jonathan's > court. Jonathon saw her blush rather prettily, and swallowed hard. Carefully now, carefully. He had to do this right, wouldn't do to scare her off now. "Well I could offer you a tour round the city if you've not been to New York before. There is plenty to see. Or we could get to know each other a little more intimately. I would like to do whatever you feel good about. We could go for a walk in the park, go dancing, have some straightforward uncomplicated sex, or anything between those extremes. It's entirely up to you as to what you feel good about...? I am at your disposal Ms Drake." He smiled at her again then, in an entirely unhassled way, he knew what he wanted, but was treading as carefully as he knew how to. Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 13 12:36:15 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake [Tag Muse] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813113615.3827.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Clare McNall wrote: >>Rebecca shook her head, "No there's nothing else, the room's fine, thank you". Her reaction to Ratso had been more muted than earlier - a slight tension in her stomach, but no nausea. Perhaps there had simply been too many of them around her earlier. She took a sip of her coffee and looked over at Jonothan, "Looks like I have some time to kill afterall."<< Ratso turned and left the pair. That woman definately needed help, but he wasn't the one to give it to her. He returned to the kitchen to check on Muse. The rumbling in his stomach made him realize he hadn't had any breakfast. "How ya doin', Muse?" he asked as he entered. He was never sure how she'd feel about him calling her Babe or Honey when there were other people around, and there were waiters all over the place. Good question to ask when he got a chance. "Think I could get a piece of cheese or sumtin?" Tag Muse From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 13 12:47:27 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040813095348.64185.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040813114727.520.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>It looked like the mix of noise and the odd bullet hit was taking the things attention so Denton kept it up, continuing to try and turn it, leading it away from the others. Whatever it was it seemed to have some kind of primitive thought process. Meanwhile, as he caught his breath, he kept up the sparse conversation with Meg. "It must be coated in mud or something, it came up out of the ground, that guy must have had it hidden here, it's why he chose this place to drive to. Whatever it is it definitely aint a guy in a bear suit!"<< Meg just nodded in agreement. It wouldn't help to tell this guy what she thought it was; his head would probably explode or something. Besides, she couldn't blame him. Up until a few weeks ago, she'd have been saying the same kinds of things. Trying to put a rational explaination on an irrational event. It's what people do when they don't know the truth, or don't want to believe it. She sniffed the air, trying to separate the smell of the guy in the tree from the hundreds of other smells out here. She didn't know how good her senses were yet, or how cold a trail she could track. At this point she was almost wishing Cal had been a were-bloodhound. She backed toward the woods, trying to bring the creature with her. "Soon as the others are clear, we cut and run," she said. "Hope someone'll be here to give us a ride, or it'll be a long walk back to the city." Tag Denton, monster From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Aug 13 13:17:48 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake In-Reply-To: <20040813113607.89028.qmail@web25208.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jonathon saw her blush rather prettily, and swallowed > hard. Carefully now, carefully. He had to do this > right, wouldn't do to scare her off now. > > "Well I could offer you a tour round the city if > you've not been to New York before. There is plenty > to see. Or we could get to know each other a little > more intimately. I would like to do whatever you feel > good about. We could go for a walk in the park, go > dancing, have some straightforward uncomplicated sex, > or anything between those extremes. It's entirely up > to you as to what you feel good about...? I am at your > disposal Ms Drake." > > He smiled at her again then, in an entirely unhassled > way, he knew what he wanted, but was treading as > carefully as he knew how to. > Oh he's very good, Rebecca thought, a walk, maybe a spot of lunch, sex and probably a nap before meeting Sullivan, Rebecca mentally mapped out her day. She rested her chin on her hand and without breaking eye contact with Jonathan pretended to think about it. "hmm" her eyes twinkled mischeviously. "How about a walk first, I could do with getting out of here for a bit", away from all the things that made her nerves jangle. She lowered her voice "I hope you are as practiced at pleasing women as you are at charming them Mr O'Brien, I will be very disappointed if that is not the case." She may have been enjoying the routine, but she didn't want him to think that she was just falling for it, she was choosing to. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 13 13:41:32 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <200408130829.21765.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20040813124132.11880.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>"My my girl, you are handy in so many ways." Sal grinned, and followed her inside. The place was darkened, the lights tending toward phosphorous glow-light. The walls were covered with glow-in-the-dark painted murals showing scenes from fantasy comics, little brown pixie things sitting on big clover leaves, Vampires in dark suits with red inner linings, Werewolves standing on hilltops howling to the moon. The images were utterly ridiculous to Sal, but they were the same you would find in any of a milion gothic night-clubs all over the world... Sal grinned to herself, talk about hiding in plain sight. "Wow girl, this place rocks" She said to Wendy.<< "Doesn't it, though? I haven't been here in ages! I met Jay...right over there." She pointed to a spot at the bar. "He was depressed and having a drink. I was...well, I was bored, and needed a little relief, you know what I mean?" She glided her hands over her tiny body. "Mmmm...anyway, I got carried away, and I fell in his drink. He put me in his pocket and took me home, and now I'm back here with you." Just at that moment a tiny light buzzed dizzily around their heads. On closer inspection the light was a male pixie slightly larger than Wendy. He'd obviously been here a while. "Hey, cutie, whas......yer sign?" Wendy shivered from head to toe. "Green for go, baby! I think I'm in loooovvveee! Catch ya later!" The tiny sprite sped off after the drunken stud. Tag Wendy, assorted beefcake tag OOC: Okay, somebody had to describe the interior, and the way the scene went, you sort of left it to me. I stole most of what you read from a club called Zeppelin's in Pretoria, which I visit on occasion. OOC: Since I haven't been to a club for about 20 years, better that you do it. :) From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Aug 13 15:07:21 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <20040813124132.11880.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Shit this place is dead, Joey muttered to himself as he glumly surveyed the bar area. One of the problems with working a night shift was that you tended to miss out on the night life, he'd been well made up when he found this place, yeah there were some weird freaks here but there were some shit hot women too. Well at least usually. Joey stretched out his arms and stifled a yawn, if no titty turned up he may as well call it a night or a rather a morning. A gurgling noise to his left drew his attention. "Jeez man ya need ta lay off the pints" he reached over and picked up the beer stein which had a rather large pixie wedged in it. Griping the glass with one beefy hand he upended it, he thudded his palm against the base of the glass. "Or at least use a frigin straw". There was a slight popping sound as Bob plopped out along with the dregs of the pint he had been drowning in. "real ale, you canna use a straw laddie" the pixie slurred, Joey shook his head with disgust, here we was dressed in his best know 'em dead tight black jeans and a dark maroon shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his well developed forearms and the best he'd pulled what a pissed pixie. "Phwar" Bob said, not the subtlest of pixies as he staggered to his feet and then took off in a zig zaggy blur of light. Joey braced himself for the evitable collision with the ceiling as he watched the trail of light. Another spot of light whizzed up into the air and circled Bob. Joey's eyes trailed downwards. He took in Sal standing there, a bit rough looking for his tastes but hey beggars can't be choosers. He waited to see if she would look his way while he considered if it was worth getting off his arse to talk to her. Tag /ooc Sorry Bob the Pixie was just the first thing that came to mind > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of Kathy Perkins > Sent: 13 August 2004 13:42 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: Re: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, > Wendy) > The place was darkened, the lights tending toward phosphorous > glow-light. The walls were covered with glow-in-the-dark painted murals > showing scenes from fantasy comics, little brown pixie things > sitting on big > clover leaves, Vampires in dark suits with red inner linings, Werewolves > standing on hilltops howling to the moon. > The images were utterly ridiculous to Sal, but they were the same > you would > find in any of a milion gothic night-clubs all over the world... > Sal grinned to herself, talk about hiding in plain sight. > From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Aug 13 15:20:31 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: FW: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) Message-ID: OOC sorry sent the wrong one -----Original Message----- From: Clare McNall [mailto:clare.mn@ntlworld.com] Sent: 13 August 2004 15:07 To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk Subject: RE: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) Shit this place is dead, Joey muttered to himself as he glumly surveyed the bar area. One of the problems with working a night shift was that you tended to miss out on the night life, he'd been well made up when he found this place, yeah there were some weird freaks here but there were some shit hot women too. Well at least usually. He fiddled with the black band on his arm which had held back his long thick black whilst at work. The long hair wasn't an affection, it was either a skinhead or long enough so that weight flattened out the curls. The way he saw it was cheaper to let it grow. Joey stretched out his arms and stifled a yawn, if no titty turned up he may as well call it a night or a rather a morning. A gurgling noise to his left drew his attention. "Jeez man ya need ta lay off the pints" he reached over and picked up the beer stein which had a rather large pixie wedged in it. Griping the glass with one beefy hand he upended it and thudded his palm against the base. "Or at least use a frigin straw". There was a slight popping sound as Bob plopped out along with the dregs of the pint he had been drowning in. "real ale, you canna use a straw laddie" the pixie slurred, Joey shook his head with disgust, here we was dressed in his best knock 'em dead tight black jeans and a dark burgundy shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his well developed forearms and the best he'd pulled what a pissed pixie. "Phwar" Bob said, not the subtlest of pixies as he staggered to his feet and then took off in a zig zaggy blur of light. Joey braced himself for the evitable collision with the ceiling as he watched the trail of light. Another spot of light whizzed up into the air and circled Bob. Joey's eyes trailed downwards. He took in Sal standing there, nice tits but a bit rough looking for his tastes but hey beggars can't be choosers. He waited to see if she would look his way while he considered if it was worth getting off his arse to talk to her. Tag /ooc Sorry Bob the Pixie was just the first thing that came to mind > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of Kathy Perkins > Sent: 13 August 2004 13:42 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: Re: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, > Wendy) > The place was darkened, the lights tending toward phosphorous > glow-light. The walls were covered with glow-in-the-dark painted murals > showing scenes from fantasy comics, little brown pixie things > sitting on big > clover leaves, Vampires in dark suits with red inner linings, Werewolves > standing on hilltops howling to the moon. > The images were utterly ridiculous to Sal, but they were the same > you would > find in any of a milion gothic night-clubs all over the world... > Sal grinned to herself, talk about hiding in plain sight. > From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Aug 13 15:47:00 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813144700.27869.qmail@web86709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> Oh he's very good, Rebecca thought, a walk, maybe a spot of lunch, sex and probably a nap before meeting Sullivan, Rebecca mentally mapped out her day. She rested her chin on her hand and without breaking eye contact with Jonathan pretended to think about it. "hmm" her eyes twinkled mischeviously. "How about a walk first, I could do with getting out of here for a bit", away from all the things that made her nerves jangle. She lowered her voice "I hope you are as practiced at pleasing women as you are at charming them Mr O'Brien, I will be very disappointed if that is not the case." She may have been enjoying the routine, but she didn't want him to think that she was just falling for it, she was choosing to.??>> "I'd like to hope that my proficiency in such skills is a status I maintain by doing, rather than practising. I haven't found any necessity to practise for some years, Ms Drake." He raised an eyebrow in her direction. Oh she was good, she was very very good. That air of nonchalance was perfect, but he was confident that she was as up for it as he was. He was looking forward to this, but he really needed to eat first. "Anyway where is my breakfast I wonder, more coffee? Then we can go and walk off the food, see the area, get a sandwich or something if we feel like it, and then come back here and see where the mood takes us." He leant back in his chair and reached out his hand running his fingertips briefly over the hand her chin was resting on. Whilst he waited for his breakfast to show up he thought lightening the mood would be no bad thing. "So whereabouts in England are you from? and is it your first time in America?" Tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Fri Aug 13 16:43:43 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: <20040813144700.27869.qmail@web86709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "I'd like to hope that my proficiency in such skills is a status I > maintain by doing, rather than practising. I haven't found any > necessity to practise for some years, Ms Drake." He raised an eyebrow > in her direction. Oh she was good, she was very very good. That air of > nonchalance was perfect, but he was confident that she was as up for it > as he was. He was looking forward to this, but he really needed to eat > first. "Anyway where is my breakfast I wonder, more coffee? Then we can > go and walk off the food, see the area, get a sandwich or something if > we feel like it, and then come back here and see where the mood takes > us." > > He leant back in his chair and reached out his hand running his > fingertips briefly over the hand her chin was resting on. > > Whilst he waited for his breakfast to show up he thought lightening the > mood would be no bad thing. "So whereabouts in England are you from? > and is it your first time in America?" > Rebecca smiled in approval, the light touch on her hand reinforced her judgement, this would be better than spending the day brooding. "Originally; I'm from Manchester, but I live in the Midlands now, just outside Birmingham - nowhere exciting. I was here a few years ago at the NYU but I didn't see much of the city at the time." Tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Aug 13 17:36:59 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (was "I'll give you Fetch" -- Sal, Wendy) In-Reply-To: <20040813124132.11880.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040813163659.44014.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> --- Kathy Perkins wrote: > "A.J. Venter" wrote: > >>"My my girl, you are handy in so many ways." Sal grinned, and > followed her > inside. The place was darkened, the lights tending toward phosphorous > > glow-light. The walls were covered with glow-in-the-dark painted > murals > showing scenes from fantasy comics, little brown pixie things sitting > on big > clover leaves, Vampires in dark suits with red inner linings, > Werewolves > standing on hilltops howling to the moon. > The images were utterly ridiculous to Sal, but they were the same you > would > find in any of a milion gothic night-clubs all over the world... > Sal grinned to herself, talk about hiding in plain sight. > > "Wow girl, this place rocks" She said to Wendy.<< > > "Doesn't it, though? I haven't been here in ages! I met Jay...right > over there." She pointed to a spot at the bar. > > "He was depressed and having a drink. I was...well, I was bored, and > needed a little relief, you know what I mean?" She glided her hands > over her tiny body. "Mmmm...anyway, I got carried away, and I fell > in his drink. He put me in his pocket and took me home, and now I'm > back here with you." > > Just at that moment a tiny light buzzed dizzily around their heads. > On closer inspection the light was a male pixie slightly larger than > Wendy. He'd obviously been here a while. "Hey, cutie, > whas......yer sign?" > > Wendy shivered from head to toe. "Green for go, baby! I think I'm > in loooovvveee! Catch ya later!" The tiny sprite sped off after the > drunken stud. Dirk and Chad were college buddies, who'd gone out for a night on the tiles, which seemed to have smeared rather into a day on the tiles. They had both been steadily drinking since the previous evening, apart from a brief pause to wolf down a burger apiece, and they had reached that pleasant stage of inebriation where everything is terribly funny, which comes a little prior to the point where the world starts spinning round and a visit to talk to Huey on the big white telephone comes next. They were both dressed in casual black, Dirk had a rather droopy moustache, which he'd recently grown, modelled on Derek Smalls from Spinal Tap, he stroked it with his forefinger periodically as if to check it was still there. Chad was clean shaved, or at least he must have been some hours earlier when they left on their drinking binge. His five o'clock shadow had reached a ten o'clock level. They had progress to the point of telling each other Redneck jokes, which seemed hysterically funny. Dirk thought of another one and punched Chad lightly on the arm. "Hey" he said "Did you hear that the Governors mansion in Arkansas burned down? Almost took out the whole trailer park" They both started laughing loudly as they sunk back another half bottle of Bud each. Then Chad spoke up "Hey there was a new law was recently passed in Arkansas. When a couple gets a divorce they're still brother and sister" In the pause which followed them both wheezing and laughing until they got their breath back Chad noticed a girl striding into the room talking to her shoulder. He was confused. "Hey, why's that girl talking to her shoulder bud?" he announced in the vague direction of Dirk, he couldn't tell if he'd perhaps had a little too much to drink... Tag - whoever - take it away chaps. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Aug 13 17:49:03 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040813164903.45779.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Rebecca smiled in approval, the light touch on her hand reinforced > her judgement, this would be better than spending the day brooding. > > "Originally; I'm from Manchester, but I live in the Midlands now, > just outside Birmingham - nowhere exciting. I was here a few years > ago at the NYU but I didn't see much of the city at the time." "Well I'm sure we can arrange something to deal with that. I can offer you my services as a tour guide, I've lived here all my life." tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 14 03:45:11 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040813095014.41578.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040814024511.85072.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Michael was aware that conversation was going on above him, but outwardly could do little more than screw his eyes shut and try to stop breathing in gasps. Inside the wolf was railing at him, assaulting his human side with the indignity of the display. He knew he should 'pull himself together' attempt to regain some face before these people, but he knew this display of frailty kept the wolf at bay and he needed that now. Until something changed around him, this was some degree of control. He held on to his brother and nuzzled in to Cody's fur, matting it with the water on his face.<< Sam helped his brother to his feet. "Come on, Mikey," he said. "Let's go get some sleep. Can you guys help me get him upstairs?" Tag Garage crowd From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Aug 14 09:22:15 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] In-Reply-To: <20040814024511.85072.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040814082215.74752.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > Sam helped his brother to his feet. "Come on, > Mikey," he said. "Let's go get some sleep. Can you > guys help me get him upstairs?" Michael shuffled unsteadily to his feet, taking his own weight, but crouched over, leaning on his brother for direction. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Sat Aug 14 15:58:54 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: <20040813164903.45779.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > -----Original Message----- > From: gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk > [mailto:gotc-admin@lists.herald.co.uk]On Behalf Of Sue Lee > Sent: 13 August 2004 17:49 > To: gotc@lists.herald.co.uk > Subject: RE: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) > > > > Rebecca smiled in approval, the light touch on her hand reinforced > > her judgement, this would be better than spending the day brooding. > > > > "Originally; I'm from Manchester, but I live in the Midlands now, > > just outside Birmingham - nowhere exciting. I was here a few years > > ago at the NYU but I didn't see much of the city at the time." > > "Well I'm sure we can arrange something to deal with that. I can offer > you my services as a tour guide, I've lived here all my life." > "That will be nice - you can surprise me" with her decision made as to where she was going to let this lead to, Rebecca allowed herself to relax. She glanced down into her now almost empty cup "I'm going to need some more coffee." Tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 14 16:14:32 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <<"That will be nice - you can surprise me" with her decision made as to where she was going to let this lead to, Rebecca allowed herself to relax. She glanced down into her now almost empty cup "I'm going to need some more coffee.">> "Me too" he caught the eye of the waiter and when he came over asked "Two more coffees please and how's my breakfast doing, I'm very hungry, can we shift it along a little, got a busy day scheduled." he gave Rebecca a wink at that. The waiter dashed off, looking apologetic, and returned quickly with the coffee. "Two minutes on the breakfast Sir..." "So, what do you fancy then. It's not too far from here to Central Park, or we could take in a museum if you wanted?" tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Sat Aug 14 16:47:16 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > "Me too" he caught the eye of the waiter and when he came over asked "Two > more coffees please and how's my breakfast doing, I'm very hungry, can we > shift it along a little, got a busy day scheduled." he gave Rebecca a wink > at that. For some reason the wink made Rebecca bristle slightly; she'd never been that fond of facial twitches to begin with, God she hoped he wasn't going to be like that all morning. To cover the moment she turned her head sideways caught the waiter's eye and murmured a "thank you." > The waiter dashed off, looking apologetic, and returned quickly with the > coffee. "Two minutes on the breakfast Sir..." She watched the waiter beat a hasty retreat, if he carries on with the nudge nudge wink routine, I may need to move things along she mused. It wouldn't do to get bored before she'd used him. Jonathan started to speak and she returned her attention to him, but this time her gaze was a little more intent, a little more openly predatory. > "So, what do you fancy then. It's not too far from here to > Central Park, or > we could take in a museum if you wanted?" "A walk in the park would be nice, it will still be very quiet at this time." and she smiled...sweetly. Tag From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 14 17:05:18 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: "So, what do you fancy then. It's not too far from here to > Central Park, or > we could take in a museum if you wanted?" "A walk in the park would be nice, it will still be very quiet at this time." and she smiled...sweetly. "I have an idea" he looked at his watch. "Yeah we should be in time if I eat quickly and we get a cab over. Have you a warm jacket to put on?" tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Sat Aug 14 17:20:58 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > "So, what do you fancy then. It's not too far from here to > > Central Park, or > > we could take in a museum if you wanted?" > > "A walk in the park would be nice, it will still be very quiet at this > time." and she smiled...sweetly. > "I have an idea" he looked at his watch. "Yeah we should be in > time if I eat > quickly and we get a cab over. Have you a warm jacket to put on?" > "Well, I have a leather jacket, is that warm enough? - I can go and grab it from my room" Rebecca pushed her chair back from the table "should I go now?". Tag From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Sat Aug 14 17:24:50 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Meeting Miss Drake (Rebecca Jonathon) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040814162450.35936.qmail@web25203.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Well, I have a leather jacket, is that warm enough? > - I can go and grab it > from my room" Rebecca pushed her chair back from the > table "should I go > now?". "Yeah - if you get that I'll eat and I'll see you in the lobby." When the waiter arrived he stuffed the food in as quickly as was decent, and slugged back a huge gulp of coffee to wash it down. Then he went back to the infirmary to look for his jacket. Once he'd found that he went down the stairs to the lobby. tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 15 05:56:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (Yes, there's some sex, but not too much...) In-Reply-To: <20040813163659.44014.qmail@web86702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040815045646.66417.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> OOC: I'm combining your posts, just a little... >>"Phwar" Bob said, not the subtlest of pixies as he staggered to his feet and then took off in a zig zaggy blur of light. Joey braced himself for the evitable collision with the ceiling as he watched the trail of light. Another spot of light whizzed up into the air and circled Bob. Joey's eyes trailed downwards. He took in Sal standing there, nice tits but a bit rough looking for his tastes but hey beggars can't be choosers. He waited to see if she would look his way while he considered if it was worth getting off his arse to talk to her.<< +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >>In the pause which followed them both wheezing and laughing until they got their breath back Chad noticed a girl striding into the room talking to her shoulder. He was confused. "Hey, why's that girl talking to her shoulder bud?" he announced in the vague direction of Dirk, he couldn't tell if he'd perhaps had a little too much to drink... << The two boys saw a flash of light pass by their heads, then another flash seemed to leap from the girl's shoulder and join it. The twin lights were heading their way, but one of them paused a second to speak to them. "Hot chick over there, guys!" the light said. If they could see well enough, they'd notice that the light was a tiny female, very well proportioned for her size. "She wants it bad, too! Better buy her a drink before someone else does!" She slipped her dress over her head, so that she was completely naked, then followed the other light, giggling and shaking some glittery dust-like substance on the pair as she did. Then Wendy zipped past Joey. "What are you waiting for, stud! She's ready for anything! You know you want her! I know you probably want me instead..." The pixie ran her hands over her now completely uncovered form, "but I need something in my size!" Before Joey could speak, the tiny girl had zoomed off. She caught Bob in a total body lock, then flew him up to the top of a bookshelf, ripping off his clothes as they went. Once out of view of the crowd, she had her way with the drunken fairy man... Tag (have fun, kids!) From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Aug 15 17:37:41 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040813114727.520.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040813114727.520.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04081509371835e2a5@mail.gmail.com> > She sniffed the air, trying to separate the smell of the guy in the tree from the hundreds of other smells out here. She didn't know how good her senses were yet, or how cold a trail she could track. At this point she was almost wishing Cal had been a were-bloodhound. > > She backed toward the woods, trying to bring the creature with her. "Soon as the others are clear, we cut and run," she said. "Hope someone'll be here to give us a ride, or it'll be a long walk back to the city." > Denton was crashing through the woods, cursing under his breath. Now the guardians would be coming after him, and the guardians had lycans, they could track him, but that was later's worry, they would have to get everyone clear first and deal with the Golum, in the meantime, he was getting closer to the highway, where somebody was soon to become a rather graphic example of why anti-hitching laws were first introduced. In the clearing the Golum came thundering toward Meg and Denton now, the others were going, and it's rather basic thought processes were sufficient to know it couldn't possibly catch them, but these two things were here, and it's major driving urge was their destruction. The bullets that struck him only bothered his elemental mind for a moment, there was no short-term memory there, just a sensation - then it passed, and always the voice in it's head, "kill them." Ever more it approached... -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Aug 15 17:53:07 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fun, fun, fun! (Yes, there's some sex, but not too much...) In-Reply-To: <20040815045646.66417.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040815045646.66417.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04081509536c6a8629@mail.gmail.com> > > Before Joey could speak, the tiny girl had zoomed off. She caught Bob in a total body lock, then flew him up to the top of a bookshelf, ripping off his clothes as they went. Once out of view of the crowd, she had her way with the drunken fairy man... > Sal's eyes and nose panned the club. Several lycans were present, and even a vampire or two. Many of the patrons were in fact dressed as vampires, the fashion of the moment for girls in this kind of club being severe dress skirts with red Victorian style corsettes for the top. Sal's grunge look wasn't the cutting edge of the youth underworld, but that in itself suited her, it allowed her to attract the slightly older patrons, the boys had their virtues but most of them thought foreplay was something you did on a basketball court (a misconception, Sal would have to admit, which she had personally made true on no less than three occasions). Hair and make-up was heavy. Without her enhanced senses even Sal could not have told the real vamps from the many wannabe's. The lycan's she knew would be on the metal, industrial and EBM floors instead, and having waved Wendy off with a wink, she was about to go hunt down a well hung wolf who like ladies rooms when she caught sight of two boys by the wall. They were utterly drunk, she could tell that even without smelling. Sal considdered for a moment, sure they were only human... but then again there was *two* of them, no doubt she could get them both. Without a flinch she started walking toward them, her very low cut top showing off her curves to incredible advantage, each time the strobe lights flashed the litterally glittered, Sal was giving new meaning to the term 'headlights'. Her hips swayed widely as she crossed the floor, part walking, part dancing toward them. She licked her lips slowly, and as she reached the floor near them pointed a hand at each one, wiggling her index fingers in a 'come hither' motion. She let the hard, fast music flow through her veins and tell her muscles what to do shaking to the music like a mad bull, yet somehow the rough and tumble headbanging on Sal proved an incredibly seductfull dance. Ever sway of her hips suggested she wanted to sway them against someone, ever shake of her head thrusting her breasts and the buttons of her thin-shirt covered nipples up to the sky for the strobes to light up... tag boys... -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 15 20:05:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up [tag Meg, golem] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04081509371835e2a5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20040815190528.50220.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > Delore was crashing through the woods, cursing under > his breath. > In the clearing the Golum came thundering toward Meg > and Denton now, the others were going, and it's > rather basic thought processes were sufficient to > know it couldn't possibly catch them, but these two > things were here, and it's major driving urge was > their destruction. > The bullets that struck him only bothered his > elemental mind for a moment, there was no short-term > memory there, just a sensation - then it passed, and > always the voice in it's head, "kill them." > Ever more it approached... Denton looked at Meg "well, we got it's attention, Tolliver and your partner have got the others clear. It time to run yet?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sun Aug 15 21:07:28 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Will someone please take some notice of me? Miranda In-Reply-To: Message-ID: It seemed like hours later that Miranda managed to struggle through the people at the bus stop to see the timetable. There didn't seem to be any terribly sensible way to get from her current location to the Upper East Side. She worked out a series of four buses which would get her there, and made her way into the queue when the first one came, but people tried to walk through her, and she was continuously being hit from all sides by random arms and feet and umbrellas. She struggled but the door of the bus shut in her face and despite her hammering on it didn't reopen. This was hopeless. She was never going to get there at this rate, she slumped down on a bench, feeling pretty cold and tired. A panhandler sat down next to her and she automatically moved away, but from under his breath she heard him say "Don't you be going anywhere girly. I've got your measure." She looked round frightened, and everyone else still seemed to be ignoring her, she took to her heels and ran as quickly and as far as she could. When she thought she'd put enough distance between them she slowed down, and leant against the side of the nearest building, breathing hard, muscles aching, her lungs bursting, she couldn't remember the last time she'd run anywhere, stuck in the basement at Masquerade with the files. She wondered how Victoria was getting on, and if they had discovered her absence yet. She felt terribly guilty for leaving her, and she had to get to the Guardians, she had to get some help from them, if it wasn't already too late. The bus thing obviously wasn't going to work, the subway was hopeless, and she couldn't hail a cab. She was just going to have to walk, it was miles and miles, from here, and her shoes were not exactly designed for walking that far, and if she'd known she was going to walk halfway across Manhattan, she would at least have worn a coat. She pulled her cardigan further closed around her, shivering a little, and started walking East. TBC From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 15 21:55:49 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up [tag Meg, golem] In-Reply-To: <20040815190528.50220.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040815205549.62885.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > Delore was crashing through the woods, cursing under > his breath. > In the clearing the Golum came thundering toward Meg > and Denton now, the others were going, and it's > rather basic thought processes were sufficient to > know it couldn't possibly catch them, but these two > things were here, and it's major driving urge was > their destruction. > The bullets that struck him only bothered his > elemental mind for a moment, there was no short-term > memory there, just a sensation - then it passed, and > always the voice in it's head, "kill them." > Ever more it approached... Denton looked at Meg "well, we got it's attention, Tolliver and your partner have got the others clear. It time to run yet?" Meg eyed the thing intently. She could hear the sounds in the woods of the janitor stumbling around in there. He was getting away! She felt she should go after him, but if he could create a thing like this, what chance would she stand against him, alone? "Almost," she growled. "Lead it a little ways into the woods, then we break. By the time it figures out we've bugged out and turns itself around, we can be long gone. That janitor's getting away, but I don't think we can catch him now." Tag Denton, monster From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 15 23:02:23 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up [tag Meg, golem] In-Reply-To: <20040815205549.62885.qmail@web40509.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040815220223.40016.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> > "Almost," she growled. "Lead it a little ways into > the woods, then we break. By the time it figures > out we've bugged out and turns itself around, we can > be long gone. That janitor's getting away, but I > don't think we can catch him now." "Got you, we'll do a photofit on the janitor and see what the morgue have on him," Denton agreed, moving around, keeping the golems attention on them, "we won't catch him, you're right, I'm sure he'll have his escape all mapped out after bringing us here." He took another shot at the things head before finishing, "you call it, we'll split up a little, but stay in sight, I think that will confuse it enough to get us clear. I just hope Tolliver has called in some back up that can deal with it. Can't leave something like this stumbling around the woods, no telling who it'd come across." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 16 13:19:35 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park JP Rebecca & Jonathon (was Meeting Miss Drake ) Message-ID: "Yeah - if you get that I'll eat and I'll see you in the lobby." Jonathon said Rebecca nodded once, "OK", she stood sweeping her keycard off the table. "see you soon." When the waiter arrived he stuffed the food in as quickly as was decent, and slugged back a huge gulp of coffee to wash it down. Then he went back to the infirmary to look for his jacket. Rebecca briskly climbed the stairs, paused for a moment to orientate herself and then headed for her room. Right, she surveyed the room quickly. Her still packed suitcase was lying in the centre of the floor. Rebecca dropped to her knees and pushed the case under her bed, the clothes she had worn last night she wadded up and threw into the bottom of the wardrobe. Her bed looked like it had hardly been slept in, probably wasn't she mused. In the bathroom she checked her bandage relieved to see that she had not bled anymore. She brushed her teeth and then solemnly examined her reflection. The beginnings of faint laughter lines were visible around the corners of her eyes and had started to wind their way across the curve of her cheek. Rebecca frowned but not from vanity, to her the passage of the past month was clearly evident in the hollowness of her cheeks and eye sockets, a new tightness around her eyes and the extreme palour of her skin. "You do not look good girl" she discarded the idea of makeup, she rarely wore much anyway. Instead she ran her hands through her hair, smoothing out the ruffles that had formed as it dried naturally. "This boy must be desparate, then I guess so am I." Leaving the bathroom, she hooked up her jacket from the chair. The jacket was more of a coat, a single breast 3/4 length affair made of brown leather that was so dark that it appeared almost black from a distance. There was a thud as she slipped her arm into it - her mobile fell onto the floor from one of the many pockets in the jacket. She retrieved the phone, a missed call was showing on the display, a number she knew well. Damn. She held the phone her thumb poised over the recall button, conflicting emotions coming to the fore. She rode the crest for a moment and then abruptly switched the phone off. She placed it gently on the dresser table. "No" she softly told herself. She carefully manuovered the jacket over her right shoulder and then slid her left arm into the other sleeve, opting to leave it unbuttoned for now, she wound the ends of the belt into the pockets and realised that she had not brought her gloves with her. Nevermind, Rebecca picked up her wallet and put it into an inside pocket along with the keycard. Zipping the pocket closed she gave herself one more look over in the mirror. God I look grim, her reflection sternly agreed with her. I hope he can put me in the mood again, right smile - her reflection obeyed, now she looked like a grinning grim woman. She left the room and headed down the stairs. As she came round the bend she could see Jonathan with his back to her waiting in the lobby. He'd found his jacket after some searching and the help of the orderly. He buttoned himself in, flexing his hand again whilst he did so, it was tender,but not excessively so. When she appeared in the lobby, Jonathon looked her up and down, enjoying the view, what a very pleasant way to spend a day he thought. They left the building and he hailed a passing yellow cab. The driver appeared to be from somewhere that English had never been spoken, and it was with some effort that Jonathon made him understand that they wanted Central Park. The early morning traffic was not too heavy and they made it reasonably quickly, even allowing for the unnecessary detours the driver made. For most of the journey Rebecca stared transfixed through the cab window. The city seemed so much more solid, so much more real than the last time she was here. It seemed brighter, it's rainbow of colours more distinct, everything in such sharp focus that her eyes drank it in greedily like a citrus drink, savouring the flavour. So many people, all in a hurry, their own errands to run and lives to lead. And then there was the noise, the background chatter of thousands of people talking, walking overlaid by the sound of the cars - tooting horns and slamming doors. Rebecca heard it all and she was bewitched. Jonathon sat back quietly and let her drink in the sights and sounds of the place he called home. He took a huge amount of pleasure from her obvious enjoyment. Occasionally he pointed out a sight as they passed it, but essentially left her to enjoy the experience. He smiled to himself, knowing that she wouldn't have a idea of what they were doing. It was a special event staged every morning for the people of New York, not shown on any tourist information. Once the cab dropped them off, he stopped at the nearest vendor trolley, and offered her "Coffee? You might get a little chilly otherwise" Rebecca was starting to button up her coat, "I think I'll skip it thanks - I don't need any more caffine in my system". She finished with the buttons and folded over the simple leather strap that served as a belt. "So am I going to like this surprise?" "Well I hope so, and if you don't then there are plenty of other things to do in the park." He sipped his coffee through the hole in the lid and lit a cigarette, offering her one. Then they walked into the park and took up a stance in front of a huge glass window. He glanced at his watch, just about prefect timing. There were a series of loud animal calls, and into the water slid a huge white bear, swimming effortlessly and gracefully. A fish landed in the water near to it and the bear swam to get it. Devoured it whole, before swimming away from them towards the next fish. "They do this every morning at this time. Otherwise you have to pay six bucks to get in there, which is worth doing once in a while, don't get me wrong, but this is a free show, providing you can get up early enough and get your butt down here. What do you think?" She rested her forehead against the glass pane and watched the majestic animal, so calm and serene, sail across the water. Her warm breath steamed the glass in front of her and she wiped it with her sleeve. It wasn't what she had been expecting, "it's peaceful" she answered. Watching the large beast receiving its breakfast was strangely soothing, a demonstration of nature at it's simplest. He put his hand into the small of her back and, leaning round, kissed her cheek gently. "I'm glad you seem to be enjoying it" he murmured, then turned his head to carry on watching. She felt the light pressure on her back followed by the peck on her cheek. She turned her head slightly and smiled at Jonathan, "thank you", she paused waiting to see if he would turn back towards her. He watched the polar bear for a few seconds, before turning his head back to her, appraising her, enjoying the warmth of her smile. It didn't seem to go all the way into her eyes though, underneath there was an air of concern about something, and he hoped it was nothing to do with their plans. He leant against the glass wall, and moved his head in towards hers, kissing her gently. "Not too cold I hope?" ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 16 13:49:27 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park JP Rebecca & Jonathon (was Meeting Miss Drake ) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > He watched the polar bear for a few seconds, before > turning his head back to her, appraising her, enjoying > the warmth of her smile. It didn't seem to go all the > way into her eyes though, underneath there was an air > of concern about something, and he hoped it was > nothing to do with their plans. > > He leant against the glass wall, and moved his head in > towards hers, kissing her gently. > > "Not too cold I hope?" Rebecca didn't answer, she placed her left hand on his shoulder and leaned into him so that the upper parts of their bodies were touching. Her lips lightly skimmed his; the kisses she gave barely connecting, the pauses between them initially lasting longer than the kisses themselves. Her eyes were open, Rebecca liked to watch a man the first time she kissed him, she liked to see the desire rise in his eyes and catch the moment when a kiss turned into something more than just an exchange of breath. tag From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 16 14:58:02 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040816135802.43614.qmail@web25205.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> Rebecca didn't answer, she placed her left hand on his shoulder and leaned into him so that the upper parts of their bodies were touching. Her lips lightly skimmed his; the kisses she gave barely connecting, the pauses between them initially lasting longer than the kisses themselves. Her eyes were open, Rebecca liked to watch a man the first time she kissed him, she liked to see the desire rise in his eyes and catch the moment when a kiss turned into something more than just an exchange of breath.>> Jonathon took a sharp intake of breath, and drew her into his arms, thinking this was probably an arrestable offence in Central Park at this time in the morning. She felt great, all pressed against him, with her tight warm body, and he exhaled with the sheer recklessness and pleasure of it. But he fought his desire down, not wanting to actually ravish her here in the park. He kissed her again, exploring her lips, and then moved away from her a little. She was a woman, she undoubtedly wanted to take this slowly. He didn't want to rush things and risk any chance of frightening her off. He wanted to remain certain of getting her into bed, and that meant pandering to her female brain. If it took all day it wouldn't bother him, the chase was often more exciting than the end result. "You are immensely kissable Ms Drake, I just wanted to make sure you knew that. Seen enough here? Shall we have a walk?" Tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 16 15:51:44 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: <20040816135802.43614.qmail@web25205.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Jonathon took a sharp intake of breath, and drew her > into his arms, thinking this was probably an > arrestable offence in Central Park at this time in the > morning. She felt great, all pressed against him, with > her tight warm body, and he exhaled with the sheer > recklessness and pleasure of it. But he fought his > desire down, not wanting to actually ravish her here > in the park. He kissed her again, exploring her lips, > and then moved away from her a little. Rebecca saw the desire rise in his face and just as quickly fade. He was obviously a man who liked to take his time. Problem was, Rebecca wasn't sure if she wanted to take the time, if she left it too long errant emotions might start creeping in. She didn't want things like guilt, grief or anger to sidetrack what was in essence a pursuit of pleasure. Nothing more. > She was a woman, she undoubtedly wanted to take this > slowly. He didn't want to rush things and risk any > chance of frightening her off. He wanted to remain > certain of getting her into bed, and that meant > pandering to her female brain. If it took all day it > wouldn't bother him, the chase was often more exciting > than the end result. > > "You are immensely kissable Ms Drake, I just wanted to > make sure you knew that. Seen enough here? Shall we > have a walk?" > "A walk would be good." She broke the embrace and took a few steps backward, she jammed her hands deep into her coat pockets and waited to see which direction he would indicate. Shall I tell him, she pondered, Rebecca had picked men up before but usually alcohol had been a contributing factor. This was different, do I tell him what I want? Do I risk damaging his ego and breaking the momentum of his little routine? It didn't worry her much, a man so used to chasing women might actually find it liberating to find one impatiently waiting for him at the finishing line. Besides knowing that you were wanted could be a sizable aphrodisiac, enough to bolster even the frailest of egos. She made her decision, she had to know. Unlike a drunken one night stand where she could abandon a man's bed leaving nothing but a false number behind; this man could trace her, his friend with the Guardians would be a route back to her. She beamed at Jonathan, the anticipation almost making her shiver. "Shall we?" Tag From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 16 16:10:47 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040816151047.30703.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "A walk would be good." She broke the embrace and took a few steps backward, she jammed her hands deep into her coat pockets and waited to see which direction he would indicate. Shall I tell him, she pondered, Rebecca had picked men up before but usually alcohol had been a contributing factor. This was different, do I tell him what I want? Do I risk damaging his ego and breaking the momentum of his little routine? It didn't worry her much, a man so used to chasing women might actually find it liberating to find one impatiently waiting for him at the finishing line. Besides knowing that you were wanted could be a sizable aphrodisiac, enough to bolster even the frailest of egos. She made her decision, she had to know. Unlike a drunken one night stand where she could abandon a man's bed leaving nothing but a false number behind; this man could trace her, his friend with the Guardians would be a route back to her. She beamed at Jonathan, the anticipation almost making her shiver. "Shall we?">> He suddenly wasn't 100% sure what the question she was asking was, but the tone in her voice made him sure enough to gamble on the end result. He leant across to kiss her again hard, the desire in her eyes matched in his. "Oh I rather think we shall..." His brain suddenly lost a huge amount of available oxygen, as his circulatory system diverted his blood off to his groin, and his grin extended from ear to ear. "I want you so much, you are one sexy chick Ms Drake, do you realise that?" He took her hand then, and walked swiftly the couple of hundred yards to the park exit, hailing a cab with his other arm. tag ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Aug 16 16:53:24 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040816123434.27861.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040816155324.41583.qmail@web86709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> OOC - Cheers Kat - I vaguely remember this coming thru but obviously not clearly enough. > >>Well that was a pretty implicit instruction, he couldn't argue with > that. He threw the car into gear and took off. He drove as carefully > as he could over the rough ground, not wanting to hurt Jay anymore > than > he could avoid. He glanced back in the mirror. The doc looked pretty > grim as well. > > "What happened to you Doctor, if you don't mind me asking? What did > this to you?" << > > Jessie came out of her stupor when she heard Callum speak to her. > "Corpses..." she said. "Attacked...us..." She couldn't say more. She > curled up again to protect herself from ...out there. This was all coming together in Callum's brain. Corpses attacking Jay and Jessie, the choice of location for this standoff, the golem that had been created. This all appeared to be the work of a Necromancer, as he had first thought. His fingers itched to get to a computer screen in HQ and type in his search again, without the inconveniences of data transmission into the PDA. He set his mind off thinking through the possibilities, trying to remember everything he could about the animated dead. The corpse was no longer alive, nor was it inherently capable of individual thought or action; it was simply an automaton, blindly following the instructions of the necromancer who had created it. It was animated only by the will of the necromancer and when he was no longer in range it would cease to function. He suddenly thought about the Golem and grabbed the radio mike "Captain Tolliver, it's Callum Fraser here again, can you try to get some information to my colleague for me, over" tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 16 18:27:06 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: <20040816151047.30703.qmail@web25207.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > She made her decision, she had to know. Unlike a > drunken one night stand where she could abandon a > man's bed leaving nothing but a false number behind; > this man could trace her, his friend with the > Guardians would be a route back to her. > > She beamed at Jonathan, the anticipation almost making > her shiver. "Shall we?">> > > He suddenly wasn't 100% sure what the question she was > asking was, but the tone in her voice made him sure > enough to gamble on the end result. He leant across to > kiss her again hard, the desire in her eyes matched in > his. Rebecca saw the moment, saw the change and had barely a moment for a sharp intake of breath at the fission that ran down her spine at that look. She met the kiss open mouthed; he tasted of coffee and tobacco and the bitterness combined with the hardness of the kiss set off a cascade tiny nerve endings throughout her body - sweet and gentle had never really been her thing. > "Oh I rather think we shall..." His brain suddenly > lost a huge amount of available oxygen, as his > circulatory system diverted his blood off to his > groin, and his grin extended from ear to ear. "I want > you so much, you are one sexy chick Ms Drake, do you > realise that?" Rebecca was right about "want" being an aphrodisiac. Her breath was coming quicker now and she grinned at him; a grin which got wider as she felt the changes in his body have a domino effect on hers. Her face flushed again, a red slash along each cheek and she licked her lips trying to find her voice. At last in what was meant to be a low voice but instead came out as a dry rasp she managed to suggest that perhaps he should call her Rebecca. > He took her hand then, and walked swiftly the couple > of hundred yards to the park exit, hailing a cab with > his other arm. Her head swam as he frogmarched her towards the exit, the endorphins rushed through her system and the rapid heat of her own passions took her by surprise. She had had a passionate relationship with her lover and it wasn't after all that long since she'd been with a man. The momentary thought of Daniel was jarring, like a glass of water in her face - enough to dampen the heat in her body so that she could temporarily come to her senses. Her other hand whipped round folding over the hand entwined in hers, planting her feet she pulled back. "Wait" Tag ooc: whoa there boy :) From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Aug 16 20:01:48 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <> He came to a halt and span round looking at her. "Wait. Oh shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed you. I apologise, I was just caught up in the heat of the moment." He looked down at his shoes, attempting a little boy lost look. From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Aug 16 20:53:41 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > < rushed > through her system and the rapid heat of her own passions took her by > surprise. She had had a passionate relationship with her lover and it > wasn't after all that long since she'd been with a man. The momentary > thought of Daniel was jarring, like a glass of water in her face > - enough to > dampen the heat in her body so that she could temporarily come to her > senses. > > Her other hand whipped round folding over the hand entwined in hers, > planting her feet she pulled back. > > "Wait">> > > He came to a halt and span round looking at her. > > > "Wait. Oh shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed you. I > apologise, I was > just caught up in the heat of the moment." > > He looked down at his shoes, attempting a little boy lost look. Rebecca was astonished, she'd expected him to be irate or puzzled but this attempt at manipulation was just too crass - a sudden surge of anger passed through her and she almost slapped him across the face, but she caught herself and instead planted her hands firmly on her hips. She glared at him, allowing the full force of her distaste to show as stepped towards him so that they were only inches apart. "Oh spare me" her face was so close to his that she could feel his breath upon her. "What kind of fool do you think I am?" Her anger made her voice measured , the diction precise. "I thought you understood but I just need to be sure. I want a man to fuck me so that I can't think straight, not a boy or someone who's looking for a relationship - you offered uncomplicated - I want to know if you can do that. That includes stopping these games, it was charming at first but its starting to wear thin - I'd rather see the man I'm going to fuck than some mask that he puts on." Rebecca paused for the briefest of moments and then continued, "If you can do that there's just one more thing I need from you, think of it as the only favour I will ask." She tried to stop the fear from creeping into her voice but she wasn't entirely successful and she winced at the sound of her own frailty. "I have an injury; don't ask me how I got it - or who did it and for God's sake don't ask me if I'm OK - I don't need or want you to be concerned for me....Well can you do all that?" From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Mon Aug 16 23:19:34 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <> Jonathon pulled back from her, Christ, another temperamental woman just like Joy, why couldn't he just meet the easy uncomplicated ones? However these were the ones that pulled his interest, it was his own fault. "Okay, no more games, no more pretending that there is anything to this other than a good fuck. Let's go back there now then and stop pussy footing around. May I just remind you though that you were the one who wanted to go for a walk, I'd have been perfectly happy to take you upstairs right after breakfast and just bang you there and then." He pulled her to him and kissed her hard and long, until they were both fighting for breath. "I promise not to mention your injury or ask you anything, but I will try to avoid aggravating it. Okay?" He kissed her again, just as hard as before, then released her. "Get in the cab, Rebecca" he opened the door for her, and waited for her to get inside. Tag From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Tue Aug 17 00:38:12 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A walk in the park Rebecca & Jonathon In-Reply-To: Message-ID: > Jonathon pulled back from her, Christ, another temperamental > woman just like > Joy, why couldn't he just meet the easy uncomplicated ones? However these > were the ones that pulled his interest, it was his own fault. > > "Okay, no more games, no more pretending that there is anything to this > other than a good fuck. Let's go back there now then and stop > pussy footing > around. May I just remind you though that you were the one who > wanted to go > for a walk, I'd have been perfectly happy to take you upstairs right after > breakfast and just bang you there and then." "What can I say, I liked kissing you." Rebecca shrugged, the anger fading from her face, this was more like it. > He pulled her to him and kissed her hard and long, until they were both > fighting for breath. "I promise not to mention your injury or ask you > anything, but I will try to avoid aggravating it. Okay?" He kissed her > again, just as hard as before, then released her. "Okay, that's what I wanted to hear..." She rubbed her lips together and her tongue darted out to lick some of the excess moisture from the upper one. She grinned "...and feel" she completed her sentence. > "Get in the cab, Rebecca" he opened the door for her, and waited > for her to > get inside. "As you command" she replied mockingly. She rested one foot on the cab step but turned back towards Jonathan, "but we're not going back to the HQ, take me to your place or wherever it is you take women." She stepped into the cab and slid over the back seat to the other side of the car. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 17 04:41:25 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040816155324.41583.qmail@web86709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040817034125.52962.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> >>This was all coming together in Callum's brain. Corpses attacking Jay and Jessie, the choice of location for this standoff, the golem that had been created. This all appeared to be the work of a Necromancer, as he had first thought. His fingers itched to get to a computer screen in HQ and type in his search again, without the inconveniences of data transmission into the PDA. He set his mind off thinking through the possibilities, trying to remember everything he could about the animated dead. The corpse was no longer alive, nor was it inherently capable of individual thought or action; it was simply an automaton, blindly following the instructions of the necromancer who had created it. It was animated only by the will of the necromancer and when he was no longer in range it would cease to function. He suddenly thought about the Golem and grabbed the radio mike "Captain Tolliver, it's Callum Fraser here again, can you try to get some information to my colleague for me, over" << "I can try, Fraser, but it looks like she's kinda busy just now," the captain said. "What did you want her to know? I need you to move your vehicle quick so I can get back in there and get those two out!" Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Aug 17 05:44:54 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Food for the Hungry (Ratso) Message-ID: <081720040444.20627.41218D460003ADBA000050932200750744970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Ratso turned and left the pair. That woman definately needed help, but he wasn't the one to give it to her. He returned to the kitchen to check on Muse. The rumbling in his stomach made him realize he hadn't had any breakfast. "How ya doin', Muse?" he asked as he entered. He was never sure how she'd feel about him calling her Babe or Honey when there were other people around, and there were waiters all over the place. Good question to ask when he got a chance. "Think I could get a piece of cheese or sumtin?" Muse looked up as Ratso returned. She had flour on her hands and across the apron she wore. She'd finished with the waffles and begun on cookies. She needed to cook to think. It was just one of those things. She blinked slowly at his request and then nodded, her bound up hair bobbing against her back. "Course. I have crackers and stuff too. Peanut butter even." From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 17 10:28:14 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040817034125.52962.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040817092814.5751.qmail@web25202.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > He suddenly thought about the Golem and grabbed the > radio mike "Captain > Tolliver, it's Callum Fraser here again, can you try > to get some > information to my colleague for me, over" << > > "I can try, Fraser, but it looks like she's kinda > busy just now," the captain said. "What did you > want her to know? I need you to move your vehicle > quick so I can get back in there and get those two > out!" "I'm going as fast as I can but this is terrible ground and I've injured in the back. I should be clear of the field in a minute or two. Anyway what I need you to tell her is that the thing she's fighting is a Golem, and it's not going to function once the man who created it gets out of range. Once he's gone, it should fall apart again. If she drives it towards wherever he's going it'll just continue to exist and keep attacking them. She has to try and move it away from him so it'll disintegrate. Over." There, that was all he could do from here. The first thing he was doing when he got back was going to Ratso to get a comms badge. He was kicking himself for not doing it yesterday, but he's had other things on his mind. The car cleared the field, and got back onto the small road. "Erm, I canna be sure where I'm going from here, I was somewhat busy on the way looking stuff up, any thoughts anyone?" Tag passengers. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 17 16:53:24 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040817092814.5751.qmail@web25202.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040817155324.60336.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Queen or tart wrote: >>"I'm going as fast as I can but this is terrible ground and I've injured in the back. I should be clear of the field in a minute or two. Anyway what I need you to tell her is that the thing she's fighting is a Golem, and it's not going to function once the man who created it gets out of range. Once he's gone, it should fall apart again. If she drives it towards wherever he's going it'll just continue to exist and keep attacking them. She has to try and move it away from him so it'll disintegrate. Over."<< "Will do. Over and out." Tolliver pulled up closer to the battle, but not so close as to draw attention to the car. This time he used the loudspeaker. "Cassidy, Denton, lead it the other way, away from the perp's location! Fraser says it'll stop once he's gone. Do it!" "You heard the man," Meg said to Denton. She hated letting that jerk go, but catching him would have to wait for another time. "Hey, Dirt-Wad!" she screamed at the monster. "This way!" She fired off another round, then heard a click. "I'm out!" she said. "Not that it matters much." She threw the empty clip at the thing to draw its attention and lead it away from the woods where the janitor had disappeared... Tag Denton, Golum From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Aug 17 16:55:07 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040817092814.5751.qmail@web25202.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040817155508.91047.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Queen or tart wrote: >>There, that was all he could do from here. The first thing he was doing when he got back was going to Ratso to get a comms badge. He was kicking himself for not doing it yesterday, but he's had other things on his mind. The car cleared the field, and got back onto the small road. "Erm, I canna be sure where I'm going from here, I was somewhat busy on the way looking stuff up, any thoughts anyone?" << "Call HQ," Jessie said weakly. "Turn...the radio...to channel 15." Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Aug 17 22:18:17 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040817155324.60336.qmail@web40502.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040817211817.48120.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > "Cassidy, Denton, lead it the other way, away from > the perp's location! Fraser says it'll stop once > he's gone. Do it!" > > "You heard the man," Meg said to Denton. She hated > letting that jerk go, but catching him would have to > wait for another time. "Hey, Dirt-Wad!" she > screamed at the monster. "This way!" She fired off > another round, then heard a click. > > "I'm out!" she said. "Not that it matters much." > She threw the empty clip at the thing to draw its > attention and lead it away from the woods where the > janitor had disappeared... Denton took another shot at the things head and joined in the shouting, moving in the same direction as Meg, around 5 metres away from her. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Wed Aug 18 00:38:10 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] A Cab Car Named Desire [sex] JP Jonathan & Rebecca Message-ID: > > "Get in the cab, Rebecca" he opened the door for > her, and waited > > for her to > > get inside. > > "As you command" she replied mockingly. She rested > one foot on the cab step > but turned back towards Jonathan, "but we're not > going back to the HQ, take > me to your place or wherever it is you take women." > She stepped into the cab > and slid over the back seat to the other side of the > car. He slid in beside her and gave the driver an address. He couldn't think of anything to say to her that wouldn't potentially antagonise her, and that also wouldn't get them thrown out of the cab. The time for game playing being over, he just wanted to get her back to his brother's place, which he knew was empty, as he was away working in Peoria IL on a long term contract. He didn't want to take her back to his own place, since he'd found it inconvenient, to say the least, in the past when women showed up unexpectedly when he was in the middle of something else. In the meantime he moved his hand behind her, and under her coat and squeezed her buttocks, being the least open thing he could do inside a cab. As Rebecca felt his hand slip round her, she shifted her position slightly; turning her body towards Jonathan in a subtle movement - it looked as if she was only moving to be closer to him but it had the effect of lifting her rear just enough to provide further room for Jonathan's roaming hand. In a casual manner to balance herself she placed her right hand on his thigh and then slowly moved it down his leg so that it finally rested on his knee. "so how long is this going to take?" she asked quietly as she started to apply gentle pressure to his inner knee. He swallowed hard, feeling his erection hardening as she touched him, but still holding himself in check. "It could take anything from five minutes to half an hour plus depending on the traffic, but it looks okay at the moment. I'm hoping it'll be a quick run today." His voice was light, belying the effect she was having on him. His hand was moulding her flesh now, stroking over her, squeezing hard, as his brain imagined her without the clothes, naked and writhing under him. Patience, he told himself, his other hand moving to stroke her thigh with his finger tips. Patience... Rebecca squirmed slightly under his ministrations, if his hand moved a little further only a few thin pieces of material would be separating the most delicate and moist flesh from his fingers. She tilted her head sideways so that her hair fell obscuring her features to any one other than Jonathan, "Look at me" she whispered, wanting him to see the reactions of her body replay across her face. It occurred to her that if she had been wearing a skirt he would already be inside her, his fingers slipping and sliding deeper in. The thought brought a spasm of pleasure, causing her muscles to clench against him. She took a sharper intake of breath and focused on moderating her breathing, slowly in and out - it would be so easy to let go now and she wanted him to see that. He looked at her face, seeing a flush across her cheeks, and the desire in her eyes. Heard her measured breathing, saw the effort in her face, as she held back, stopping herself from showing the signs of her arousal to anyone but him. He glanced forwards at the driver who didn't appear to be taking any notice of them at all. He thought about taking his jacket off, and obscuring her from prying eyes, but decided that it was more dangerous without, more erotically charged, the risk taking switched in his head from being something to be avoided at all costs, to be something to be savoured and enjoyed. His hand came out from behind her and his arm laid across her belly, his palm cupping her sex, feeling a warmth growing under his fingers and a little dampness also. His dick twitched in anticipation. He gently stroked upwards, teasing her now, wanting to make her clothes just disappear. His fingers moved sideways, finding the edge of her panties, sliding inside it and pulling them across to one side, and his finger moved back, he touched her through her trousers so there was only one layer of fabric in between his fingers and her clit. He leaned towards her, to anyone observing them from outside it would look like he was just kissing her ear. "Oh God" he murmured "You are so fucking hot..." Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as he stroked her, her body rising involuntarily against his hand seeking to increase the pressure, increase the pleasure. Her pussy started to ache, wanting to clench down and she could feel the juices flowing down only to be absorbed by the fabric of her trousers. She moved her head, her lips brushing against his cheek until she found his ear, it was harder to concentrate now, her control was slipping her breath was beginning to match the pace of her body's movement. It was hard to find the words, "don't make me wait." She had to bite back the rest of the sentence to stop the moans that were threatening to break out. She was sure that the driver knew what was going on, the silence was electric and her musk filled the air. Her eyes flickered towards the rear view mirror and then back to Jonathan's face. "Do it" she mouthed and she braced herself for the feel of his hand on her zip - hoping that the action would not drive her over the edge. Jonathon swallowed hard again, the noise of her breathing in his ear incredibly exciting, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He slid down the zipper and undid the button. Her panties felt like cotton under his fingers and he pushed them away, drawing his hand across her pubic hair, then grasped a few strands pulling them. She was so hot, so demanding, and he sought to regain control of the situation,but he wanted the same thing that she wanted, and so he let her plea drive his fingers forwards, just touching the outer lips, running past her nub,feeling her juices coating his thumb and he ground it into her clit, hard and direct, spiralling into her centre. "Yes?" he whispered into her ear. Rebecca was beyond words now, the self control needed to stop from crying out left no room for them. She rested her face against his, panting silently. His hand felt hard and coarse; his thumb grinding into her creating a sensation that balanced on the precipice between pleasure and pain. His fingertips so tantalisingly close, she wanted to thrust herself down onto him, the fleshly walls of her pussy clamouring for something to grip and envelop but she had no leverage. Her left hand gripped his shoulder as she tried to push herself forward but there was still no room for her to answer her body's demand. Her other hand rested on the arm that disappeared under her coat but she knew it would do no good to try and force him to enter her, instead she merely held on following the motions, a passive recipient of what he could give her. She lifted her head and tried to maintain eye contact with Jonathan, but by now the peaks and troughs were coming closer, her eyes flickered shut as each one passed. The rest of the world faded away into a background haze - the cab driver could have stopped and demanded they get out and she wouldn't notice. She could feel her orgasm start to build, her jaw firmed as she gritted her teeth - the struggle to keep silent leaving her powerless to resist the waves of heat that were spreading through her body in ever increasing strength. There was only time for one last silent plea to Jonathan to push harder and deeper, to give her what she was striving for. He saw her eyes flickering, saw the desperation in her body, felt her moving against his hand, and he knew what she wanted now. He was tempted to pull her arousal higher before giving in to her, but callous as he could be in other matters, when it came to sex he wanted to pleasure every woman who passed through his arms. Apart from anything else the better a time they had the more likely they were to want another session. There were exceptions, Joy's repeat visits amongst them, when he was exacting the price of the information he'd gathered. However Rebecca owed him nothing, this was a pure exchange of sex between two consenting adults. She was entitled to every molecule of pleasure he could exact from her. He drove his fingers into her hard and deep, thrusting. Into the dark, soaking wet cavern he moved, whilst his thumb continued rubbing her, pushing her, making her give in to her desires. "Come for me" he whispered, and then kissed her hard, tasting her sweet mouth, pulling her breath into him, absorbing her panting, wanting to feel her cries in his mouth. Two, three times she moved with him buried within her before the peaks and troughs of her passion collided together in an eruption of heat, that raced through her body bringing with it tiny spasms of pure pleasure. Absurdly grateful that he was kissing her, that he couldn't see her, see into her now at her most vulnerable she released the moans that she had been holding back. That simple release was almost as welcome as the orgasm itself. She didn't kiss Jonathan - she just exhaled - letting him taste the tiny whimpers and groans that flowed out of her. Her body shuddered a few more times and then Rebecca became very still, their lips still connected not willing to break apart so that he could see her face. Rebecca kissed Jonathan gently on his cheek and whispered into his ear "just give me two minutes" She slid herself off him, the movement setting off a quick tremor that sent tingles rushing down her spine. She smiled broadly and then settled herself back in the cab seat - she needed a few minutes to compose herself. She folded her coat over her but didn't bother to refasten her trousers. Quite frankly she was surprised; it wasn't the first time she'd had sex somewhere other than a bed, in response to this thought a freeze-frame image of her and Daniel shagging for Britain on the Chief Super's desk came to the fore, she shunted the image aside. Nor was it the first time she'd been with a stranger - a long forgotten memory from her student days resurfaced. "Bloody hell" It was as if she'd not had sex for years, scrap that, never had sex and Jonathan was the first man. She glanced over him and smiled - it occurred to her that what she most wanted to do was put her head in his lap. A thrill of desire ran through her finding an outlet in her eyes. She gulped audibly; a whole parade of images from her past provided helpful suggestions on how to pleasure this man. What is wrong with me - I should be feeling guilty or relieved not just, randy, again. She could feel the stirrings of her body, her nipples stiffening in response to the images running through her mind. Dear God she thought - I'm going to fuck him once, no twice at least for good measure and then get the hell back to HQ and see if they have a doctor on staff. This is just not right. Decision made she shuffled back along the seat so that she was next to Jonathan. Placing her hand back on his knee she smiled up at him..."so are we nearly there yet?" He was sat back on the seat, recovering a little, what he wanted to do more than anything right now was to lick his fingers and taste her, but the heat of the moment had passed and he was conscious of the cab driver again. "It's just a couple of blocks away now..." He said nonchalantly, wiping his fingers on his trousers. He leaned over to her again, and murmured "and then I can carry on..." From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 18 00:58:41 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040817155508.91047.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <<"Call HQ," Jessie said weakly. "Turn...the radio...to channel 15.">> "Thanks Jessie" he said, hoping the use of her first name might calm her a little, she was obviously, and quite reasonably, very upset. He tuned the radio to the right channel and keyed the mike again. "It's Callum here, I've got Jessie and Jay with me and I'm on the way back from New Jersey, I could use some directions, if anyone's got a map there?" Tag HQ From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 18 20:43:48 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Emerald City Joint post (again) Joy and Jethro Message-ID: Joy woke. She wasn't sure what time it was, but she knew she must have slept for quite a while. Jethro was still asleep. She lay there, for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next, what she should do next. She slipped out of his arms very carefully, doing everything she could to avoid waking him. She had had plenty of practise at this over the years. He had been sleeping a soft dreamless sleep, but as she got up, the sudden absence of her body heat was enough to wake him. When he woke, she smiled at him; obviously she couldn't get away with using all her old tricks. She put her finger to his lips. "Shhhh.... It's okay, I'm just going to the loo, and I need to make a couple of calls. I should have done them ages ago, go back to sleep for a bit, I won't be long. Would you like some coffee when I come back?" "I would love some yes." He said softly. She closed the door behind her as quietly as she could. After collecting her bag from the living room, she made her way to the bathroom, and once she'd availed herself of the facilities, dressed quickly into her jeans and t-shirt, and pulled on her socks and trainers, preparing herself, girding herself for whatever lay ahead. She took her things out of the pocket of Terry's skirt, and folded all the borrowed clothes up carefully. Then she cleaned her teeth, brushed and plaited her hair, getting it out of her way, and repacked everything into her bag, so there was nothing to hold her up later. Finally she went into the kitchen, closing the door quietly behind her. Coffee would definitely help, and she turned on the machine, which someone had already set up with grounds. It seemed to be plumbed into the wall somewhere, obviously drawing fresh water from the mains. It started to drip and she sank back against the cabinet, thinking what order to do things in. She knew whatever happened next, she wasn't going to go back to the job at the theatre, so she rang her boss, on her mobile, and had a very unpleasant conversation which resulted in her agreeing to complete the designs for the production at the end of next week within 24 hours and get them to the director. He had been extremely angry, and had threatened to withhold all the money he owed her. She had no money whatsoever except for a few bills in her pocket right now, and she wasn't going to get any money back from the apartment, so had had to agree to what he'd asked. There were bills to be paid, gas for the bike. Next she called the department secretary, Rosanna, at the lab, and asked if there were any messages for her. There was a letter addressed to her, from the University, which she asked her to open, trepidation in her heart. It summoned her to the defence of her PhD thesis on Monday 16th October at 1000. That gave her the rest of the week to sort things out here and get back to Charlottesville. She ought to read the whole thing again, to refresh herself. It had been five weeks or so since she'd looked at it. Five weeks in which Zak had been killed, she'd had her whole life turned upside down, she'd moved to New York, and now she was going to go back with her tail between her legs. That brought a wry smile to her face. Rosanna asked when she would be back to work, and she fudged the question, not wanting to commit herself to anything right now. They exchanged further pleasantries and she hung up. She was still avoiding the main issue, the thoughts floating at the back of her head, about what to do about Jethro. She poured some coffee, since it had finished going through the machine, and sipped it thinking hard. It tasted pretty nasty combined with toothpaste and she drank some water to try and get rid of the minty flavour. She couldn't stay; she knew that. He'd chipped at her defences and left her vulnerable and exposed. If she didn't get out now then all hope was lost. She was really starting to care about him, and after last night and earlier she was certain he cared about her too. She picked away at the 'L' word, without actually using it, thinking of him, wondering if that was what this was. There was no way she could open her heart up to the risk. People she l... felt like that about... ended up hurting her somehow, her mother, Isaac, Zak, Abijah. And of course they were all dead, them and all the others, and she didn't care what Jethro said, it was her fault. She HAD known they would kill themselves if the police came. They had all trained for it, practised the drill, checked their understanding of the guns, how to do it right. Her mouth went dry. She couldn't think about that now. She had to leave. She couldn't be sure she wouldn't end up losing herself to him completely, and then he would be able to really hurt her, even more than this was going to hurt her. She couldn't just walk out though, she needed to tell him, she owed him that at least. And she wanted to see him, to look into his soft grey eyes once more, and to see his smile. "Better get on with it" she told herself. "Stop buggering about." She took a deep breath and poured him coffee, remembering he'd put two sugars in last time, and adding them. Then she took it together with her own through to the bedroom, via the bathroom collecting his robe for him, thinking it would be unfair to expect him to have a serious conversation whilst naked. She put it down on the end of the bed placing the coffees on the bedside table. He looked so peaceful in sleep, the curve of his jaw was strong, and his hair tumbled gently onto the pillow. She looked at his lips, remembering his kisses, remembering his words, and wanted so much to lean down and kiss him now. She wanted to stroke the line of his cheek below his eye, the wrinkles of tiredness he'd had earlier had relaxed in sleep. His hand lay on top of the covers and she noted a scar on it, and wanted to kiss it, and to hold his firm hand in hers. She had to stop this right now. She had to be strong; she had to. She sat down on the edge carefully, watching him. Wondering how she could bear to leave, but more frightened of how it would be to stay. She cleared her throat, and said in the most nonconfrontational manner she possessed "Jethro, are you awake? I've brought you some coffee. We need to talk." He sat upright, looking gratefully at her, coffee sounded like a godsend. But there was something in her eyes, it reminded him of a deer in the headlights. For the moment though, he could not really do anything about it, she would have to talk first.... "Thank you Cherie, what was it you wished to talk about" he said as he took the cup. "I've brought your robe in for you, I don't know if you want it?" Joy replied, ignoring the question for the moment; not really certain where she wanted this to start. She sipped her coffee, thinking hard. If only she'd not agreed to tell him the truth it would all be so much simpler. She could have just lied to him and told him something about her job, but she HAD agreed to that. She looked at him, with a wave of longing running through her, and she didn't know how to stop it. She was so scared of what he was going to say. She owed him so much, and she didn't want to leave, but she had to, she had to. "I have to go back to Charlottesville, I have to be there on Monday morning, for an exam, and before then I have to read the whole of my PhD thesis again." she paused hating what she knew was coming next, "I think I should stay there afterwards, rather than coming back to New York." He looked intently at her, there was no shock in his eyes simply recognition, he had known this would happen, sooner or later. In fact, it had taken longer than he might have expected. "I can't stop you, although I should since if you're captured by the posse what you know could seriously endanger the guardians. I don't want you to stay there. And I'll give you three very simple reasons why not: One, you've come too far to turn back and run now, two - you know, as well as I do that you won't leave the posse alone, and if you face them without us, you'll get killed... and most importantly, I.. really care about you... I would rather have you here with me. Whatever you're afraid of Joy, it's still better than what waits out there if you run now..." He took a sip of the coffee. "I... have been in situations like this before, I speak from experience... some things, you cannot run away from." She looked back at him, and her face reddened, then her gaze went down to the bedcovers, not wanting him to see into her eyes. "I can't deny it, any of that. I wish I could. Yes I'll probably get myself killed, since if I get a chance at the Posse I'll take it, of course I will. Yes running away from it is the coward's way to deal with it, there are so many things that you make me want to take out and deal with rather than just burying them. Sometimes behaving like an ostrich is the right thing to do. It hurts less." She shook her head then, her voice trembling, she gave him the truth then, the whole truth. His calm tone, his gentle way, made her open up and tell him things that nobody should ever know. "I can't stay here and do this with you, I can't. I'm disappearing, all the bits I share with you are making me shrink, and besides that you make me happy. I don't do happy. I don't know how to be happy; it hurts Jethro. It just makes me think of all the things I've lost, and the people I've loved and the ways that they've hurt me, and the fact that they're all dead, every one of them. Don't you understand? If I allow myself to care for you then somehow you're going to hurt me, and then you're going to die. I can't do that again. It nearly destroyed me when Zak was killed, and before that..." she paused, she'd come so far now that she might as well tell him. "...Before that, he didn't even tell me what had happened to him. You see he knew I was broken. There's no hope for me, I have to stop this now before it goes any further." She stood up, putting her cup on the table, and looked down at him. She longed to feel his arms around her again, but she knew if he did that she was lost. He reached down, pulled the robe up and put it around himself before climbing out from under the covers. Just for a moment his muscles could be seen shining in the soft electric light before he folded it shut. He knew what he ought to do. Let her go, and bug her stuff. When the posse came after her, use her as bait and rid the world of one more scourge... that was the military strategy. To save the world it was said, you had to be a righteous bastard, the kind who would let his best friend fall and leave him behind to get to the goal. But Sullivan could never, would never do that. Such a victory would be losing anyway. He blinked hard for a moment, wanting to reach out and hug her, knowing she would pull away. Slowly he realized what she had to hear. "Forget coward Joy, you are now being incredibly selfish. You are endangering every one of the guardians here, people who risk their lives day in and day out to protect innocent people. You say you want to leave to protect yourself from the risks of caring? What about the people who care about you? How am I supposed to feel if you throw your life away now? You are afraid of getting hurt, so you're going to hurt me instead? Did you forget I'm immortal? I've been alive for three hundred years... chances are I'll be burying you one day, not the other way around. Don't think I look forward to that... how can you ask me to watch you walk out of here and go get yourself killed? I've got enough reasons to go after the posse, you don't need to give me another. Nothing good can come from this, not for me, not for you. " She swallowed hard, knowing that what he said was true, but not wanting it to be. He let his face soften. "Here, there are people who do care about you, who have risked their lives for your sake and would do so again... I am here... don't run Joy, I can teach you how to be happy again. If there is any chance... don't you owe it to yourself, and to me, to try?" "I don't know, I really don't know." She slumped down on the bed and buried her head in her hands. "I'm scared, I'm just really really scared. I don't want to feel like this, I don't want it to be like this, but I don't know how to make it different." She pulled her feet up under her and curled her arms round her legs, making herself into the smallest possible target. His gaze softened markedly and he sat down next to her, putting his arms around her. His robe fell open at the top as he did so and he pulled her head against his chest in a hug, kissing her hair. "It's okay to be scared. The important thing is to not let your fear rule you, I know it's saying 'run away' - it's going to say that many more times. The trick is just to not listen. You will still hear it sometimes, just don't do what it says. I know you are afraid, and you don't know how to fix things, but you don't have to know it all yet. We'll figure it out, together..." His voice was just a soft caring whisper now. He had made his point, now he could soothe her. She sank back into his arms, feeling a huge weight lifting from her, but she still had many doubts. "Jethro, I don't understand what you're getting from this relationship, or whatever it is... All you've done is give so far; all I've done is take. It feels like it's all been me. I don't feel comfortable about that." "I couldn't ask you for anything so far. There was so much you needed. But I know it couldn't stay like that. I believed in you, I believed you could get better, and that in due time, you could give back yourself. I still do. In your own time, make your own choices, but do know that I have been getting something out of all this. I got the pleasure of seeing you smile earlier. I have felt the wonder of knowing I gave you pleasure... these things meant a lot to me. Don't feel pressured to give back more than you have, you must search inside yourself and find that which makes you wonderful, I can see it, but you have to see it yourself, then you can share that... that is more than I could ever have the right to ask..." "I'll try." she said doubtfully. "I want this, I really do, but I don't know how to do it... But you're right, I can't do anything except try, and I'll try not to run away, not to listen to the fear. But I really do have to go to Charlottesville for Monday. I want my PhD, I've worked too hard to blow this now." This she really did sound determined about. She unwrapped a little further, grounded a bit more than before, enough to take his hand, and hold it tightly, although she still didn't look at him. "I do care about you, and that's the really scary thing. Promise me you won't hurt me; promise me you're not going to die on me? Please?" A tear rolled down her cheek, as she thought about the people who had gone before. "Hurt you? Never !" he said firmly. The he went on more softly, "Die on you? No one can make that promise, but I can come a helluva lot closer than almost anybody else Cherie. I'm a vampire and I'm one of the oldest ones still around, I have three centuries' experience of not dying." He hugged her tightly against him. "I wish only to protect you Cherie, you will never suffer any pain If I can prevent it, that is my promise to you." It was another promise bordering on the impossible, but ever lover in history had made it, the good ones were the people who would make a sincere effort to try anyway... She uncurled completely then, and wrapped herself around him, holding him as tightly as she could, not speaking, just feeling him holding her, feeling his strength, accepting him right now. She felt warm and loved and it was good. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 18 20:58:33 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Emerald City Joint post (again) Joy and Jethro - right version this time sorry Message-ID: Joy woke. She wasn't sure what time it was, but she knew she must have slept for quite a while. Jethro was still asleep. She lay there, for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next, what she should do next. She slipped out of his arms very carefully, doing everything she could to avoid waking him. She had had plenty of practise at this over the years. He had been sleeping a soft dreamless sleep, but as she got up, the sudden absence of her body heat was enough to wake him. When he woke, she smiled at him; obviously she couldn't get away with using all her old tricks. She put her finger to his lips. "Shhhh.... It's okay, I'm just going to the loo, and I need to make a couple of calls. I should have done them ages ago, go back to sleep for a bit, I won't be long. Would you like some coffee when I come back?" "I would love some yes," he said softly. She closed the door behind her as quietly as she could. After collecting her bag from the living room, she made her way to the bathroom, and once she'd availed herself of the facilities, dressed quickly into her jeans and t-shirt, and pulled on her socks and trainers, preparing herself, girding herself for whatever lay ahead. She took her things out of the pocket of Terry's skirt, and folded all the borrowed clothes up carefully. Then she cleaned her teeth, brushed and plaited her hair, getting it out of her way, and repacked everything into her bag, so there was nothing to hold her up later. Finally she went into the kitchen, closing the door quietly behind her. Coffee would definitely help, and she turned on the machine, which someone had already set up with grounds. It seemed to be plumbed into the wall somewhere, obviously drawing fresh water from the mains. It started to drip and she sank back against the cabinet, thinking what order to do things in. She knew whatever happened next, she wasn't going to go back to the job at the theatre, so she rang her boss, on her cellphone, and had a very unpleasant conversation which resulted in her agreeing to complete the designs for the production at the end of next week within 24 hours and get them to the director. He had been extremely angry, and had threatened to withhold all the money he owed her. She had no money whatsoever except for a few bills in her pocket right now, and she wasn't going to get any money back from the apartment, so had had to agree to what he'd asked. There were bills to be paid, gas for the bike. Next she called the department secretary, Rosanna, at the lab, and asked if there were any messages for her. There was a letter addressed to her, from the University, which she asked her to open, trepidation in her heart. It summoned her to the defence of her PhD thesis on Monday 16th October at 1000. That gave her the rest of the week to sort things out here and get back to Charlottesville. She needed to read the whole thing again, to refresh herself. It had been five weeks or so since she'd even glanced at it, except guiltily when she looked into the box of papers for something else. Five weeks in which Zak had been killed, she'd had her whole life turned upside down, she'd moved to New York, and now she was going to go back with her tail between her legs. That brought a wry smile to her face. Rosanna asked when she would be back to work, and she fudged the question, not wanting to commit herself to anything right now. They exchanged further pleasantries and she hung up. She was still avoiding the main issue, the thoughts floating at the back of her head, about what to do about Jethro. She poured some coffee, since it had finished going through the machine, and sipped it thinking hard. It tasted pretty nasty combined with toothpaste and she drank some water to try and get rid of the minty flavour. She couldn't stay; she knew that. He'd chipped at her defences and left her vulnerable and exposed. If she didn't get out now then all hope was lost. She was really starting to care about him, and after last night and earlier she was certain he cared about her too. She picked away at the 'L' word, without actually using it, thinking of him, wondering if that was what this was. There was no way she could open her heart up to the risk. People she l... felt like that about... ended up hurting her somehow, her mother, Isaac, Zak, Abijah. And of course they were all dead, them and all the others, and she didn't care what Jethro said, it was her fault. that everyone in the compound had died. She HAD known they would kill themselves if the police came. They had all trained for it, practised the drill, checked their understanding of the guns, how to do it right. Her mouth went dry. She couldn't think about that now. She had to leave. She couldn't be sure she wouldn't end up losing herself to him completely, and then he would be able to really hurt her, even more than this was going to hurt her. She couldn't just walk out though, she needed to tell him, she owed him that at least. And she wanted to see him, to look into his soft grey eyes once more, and to see his smile. "Better get on with it" she told herself. "Stop buggering about." She took a deep breath and poured him coffee, remembering he'd put two sugars in last time, and adding them. Then she took it together with her own through to the bedroom, via the bathroom, collecting his robe for him, thinking it would be unfair to expect him to have a serious conversation whilst naked. She put it down on the end of the bed placing the coffee on the bedside table. He looked so peaceful in sleep, the curve of his jaw was strong, and his hair tumbled gently onto the pillow. She looked at his lips, remembering his kisses, remembering his words, and wanted so much to lean down and kiss him now. She wanted to stroke the line of his cheek below his eye, the wrinkles of tiredness he'd had earlier had relaxed in sleep. His hand lay on top of the covers and she noted a scar on it, and wanted to kiss it, and to hold his firm hand in hers. She had to stop this right now. She had to be strong; she had to. She sat down on the edge carefully, watching him. Wondering how she could bear to leave, but more frightened of how it would be to stay. She cleared her throat, and said in the most nonconfrontational manner she possessed "Jethro, are you awake? I've brought you some coffee. We need to talk." He sat upright, looking gratefully at her, coffee sounded like a godsend. But there was something in her eyes, it reminded him of a deer in the headlights. For the moment though, he could not really do anything about it, she would have to talk first.... "Thank you Cherie, what was it you wished to talk about" he said as he took the cup. "I've brought your robe in for you, I don't know if you want it?" Joy replied, ignoring the question for the moment; not really certain where she wanted this to start. She sipped her coffee, thinking hard. If only she'd not agreed to tell him the truth it would all be so much simpler. She could have just lied to him and told him something about her job, but she HAD agreed to that. She looked at him, with a wave of longing running through her, and she didn't know how to stop it. She was so scared of what he was going to say. She owed him so much, and she didn't want to leave, but she had to, she had to. "I have to go back to Charlottesville, I have to be there on Monday morning, for an exam, and before then I have to read the whole of my PhD thesis again." she paused hating what she knew was coming next, "I think I should stay there afterwards, rather than coming back to New York." He looked intently at her, there was no shock in his eyes simply recognition, he had known this would happen, sooner or later. In fact, it had taken longer than he might have expected. "I can't stop you, although I should, since if you're captured by the Posse what you know could seriously endanger the Guardians. I don't want you to stay there. And I'll give you three very simple reasons why not: One, you've come too far to turn back and run now, two - you know, as well as I do that you won't leave the posse alone, and if you face them without us, you'll get killed... and most importantly, I.. really care about you... I would rather have you here with me. Whatever you're afraid of Joy, it's still better than what waits out there if you run now..." He took a sip of the coffee. "I... have been in situations like this before, I speak from experience... some things, you cannot run away from." She looked back at him, and her face reddened, then her gaze went down to the bedcovers, not wanting him to see into her eyes. "I can't deny it, any of that. I wish I could. Yes, I'll probably get myself killed, since if I get a chance at the Posse I'll take it Of course I will. Yes, running away from it is the coward's way to deal with it, but there are so many things that you make me want to take out and deal with rather than just burying them. Sometimes behaving like an ostrich is the right thing to do. It hurts less." She shook her head then, her voice trembling, she gave him the truth then, the whole truth. His calm tone, his gentle way, made her open up and tell him things that nobody should ever know. "I can't stay here and do this with you, I can't. I'm disappearing, all the bits I share with you are making me shrink, and besides that you make me happy. I don't do happy. I don't know how to be happy; it hurts Jethro. It just makes me think of all the things I've lost, and the people I've loved and the ways that they've hurt me, and the fact that they're all dead, every one of them. Don't you understand? If I allow myself to care for you then somehow you're going to hurt me, and then you're going to die. I can't do that again. It nearly destroyed me when Zak was killed, and before that..." she paused, she'd come so far now that she might as well tell him. "...Before that, he didn't even tell me what had happened to him. You see, he knew I was broken. There's no hope for me, I have to stop this now before it goes any further." She stood up, putting her cup on the table, and looked down at him. She longed to feel his arms around her again, but she knew if he did that she was lost. He reached down, pulled the robe up and put it around himself before climbing out from under the covers. Just for a moment his muscles could be seen shining in the soft electric light before he folded it shut. He knew what he ought to do. Let her go, and bug her stuff. When the Posse came after her, use her as bait and rid the world of one more scourge... that was the military strategy. To save the world it was said, you had to be a righteous bastard, the kind who would let his best friend fall and leave him behind to get to the goal. But Sullivan could never, would never do that. Such a victory would be losing anyway. He blinked hard for a moment, wanting to reach out and hug her, knowing she would pull away. Slowly he realized what she had to hear. "Forget coward Joy, you are now being incredibly selfish. You are endangering every one of the guardians here, people who risk their lives day in and day out to protect innocent people. You say you want to leave to protect yourself from the risks of caring? What about the people who care about you? How am I supposed to feel if you throw your life away now? You are afraid of getting hurt, so you're going to hurt me instead? Did you forget I'm immortal? I've been alive for three hundred years... chances are I'll be burying you one day, not the other way around. Don't think I look forward to that... how can you ask me to watch you walk out of here and go get yourself killed? I've got enough reasons to go after the Posse, you don't need to give me another. Nothing good can come from this, not for me, not for you." She swallowed hard, knowing that what he said was true, but not wanting it to be. He let his face soften. "Here, there are people who do care about you, who have risked their lives for your sake and would do so again... I am here... don't run Joy, I can teach you how to be happy again. If there is any chance... don't you owe it to yourself, and to me, to try?" "I don't know, I really don't know." She slumped down on the bed and buried her head in her hands. "I'm scared, I'm just really, really scared. I don't want to feel like this, I don't want it to be like this, but I don't know how to make it different." She pulled her feet up under her and curled her arms round her legs, making herself into the smallest possible target. His gaze softened markedly and he sat down next to her, putting his arms around her. His robe fell open at the top as he did so and he pulled her head against his chest in a hug, kissing her hair. "It's okay to be scared. The important thing is to not let your fear rule you, I know it's saying 'run away' - it's going to say that many more times. The trick is just to not listen. You will still hear it sometimes, just don't do what it says. I know you are afraid, and you don't know how to fix things, but you don't have to know it all yet. We'll figure it out, together..." His voice was just a soft caring whisper now. He had made his point, now he could soothe her. She sank back into his arms, feeling a huge weight lifting from her, but she still had many doubts. "Jethro, I don't understand what you're getting from this relationship, or whatever it is... All you've done is give so far; all I've done is take. It feels like it's all been me. I don't feel comfortable about that." "I couldn't ask you for anything so far. There was so much you needed. But I know it couldn't stay like that. I believed in you, I believed you could get better, and that in due time, you could give back yourself. I still do. In your own time, make your own choices, but do know that I have been getting something out of all this. I got the pleasure of seeing you smile earlier. I have felt the wonder of knowing I gave you pleasure... these things meant a lot to me. Don't feel pressured to give back more than you have, you must search inside yourself and find that which makes you wonderful, I can see it, but you have to see it yourself, then you can share that... that is more than I could ever have the right to ask..." "I'll try." she said doubtfully. "I want this, I really do, but I don't know how to do it..." She felt like a broken record now, and stopped abruptly. She rolled her bottom lip, thinking. "I can't do anything except try, I'll try not to run away, not to listen to the fear, if you'll help me? But I really do have to go to Charlottesville for Monday. I want my PhD, I've worked too hard to blow this now." This she really did sound determined about. She unwrapped a little further, grounded a bit more than before, enough to take his hand, and hold it tightly, although she still didn't look at him. "I do care about you, and that's the really scary thing. Promise me you won't hurt me; promise me you're not going to die on me? Please?" A tear rolled down her cheek, as she thought about the people who had gone before. "Hurt you? Never!" he said firmly. The he went on more softly, "Die on you? No one can make that promise, but I can come a helluva lot closer than almost anybody else Cherie. I'm a vampire and I'm one of the oldest ones still around, I have three centuries' experience of not dying." He hugged her tightly against him. "I wish only to protect you Cherie, you will never suffer any pain If I can prevent it, that is my promise to you." It was another promise bordering on the impossible, but every lover in history had made it, the good ones were the people who would make a sincere effort to try anyway... She uncurled completely then, and wrapped herself around him, holding him as tightly as she could, not speaking, just feeling him holding her, feeling his strength, accepting him right now. She felt warm and loved and it was good. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Wed Aug 18 21:42:06 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Inside the apartment [sex] jp Rebecca and Jonathon Message-ID: OOC - Okay, Rebecca and Jonathon get down to the rough and ready. They both use the language they want to use for this one and it does get a bit racy along the way. Don't say we didn't warn you. We don't want any prudish complaints about the smut levels! Smut city round here you know... The cab cleared the traffic lights and started down the side street. Jonathon gave instructions to the driver about where to stop, calm voiced, a complete contradiction to his emotional state. When they pulled up he chucked some money including a huge tip at the driver, who gave him a telling look, and pushed the door open. He stood on the sidewalk with his hand outstretched to Rebecca. Rebecca got out of the cab and immediately dug her hands into the jacket pockets. Her fingers scrambled against the lining until she felt the top of her still unfastened trousers. Satisfied that they would not fall down at least not until she wanted them she followed Jonathan towards the building. He put his hand into her back again, pushing in gently in the direction of the building. The doorman nodded in recognition as they went inside, quite obviously used to Jonathon turning up here, and he looked Rebecca up and down, giving her the Manhattan once over, smiling at her with recognition of exactly why they were there. There was no judgement of the ethics or the morality of the situation apparent on his face, just an acceptance and a knowing smile. Noting the exchange between Jonathan and the doorman, she was still slightly unprepared for the rather direct assessment that the doorman bestowed upon her. She met his gaze directly, his knowing look sending her arousal a notch higher. They went up to the twentieth floor in the elevator, and Jonathon took control back for a while and used the opportunity to push her against the mirrored wall, holding her back to his front, and kissed her again, cupping her chin with his hand and turning her head backwards to meet him. He grabbed her thigh with one hand and moved the other down to brush over her crotch groping her mercilessly. He almost wished the ride was longer, this public exposure gave an edge to the whole thing, arousing him even further. His erection was anxiously pushing at his flies, and driving into her ass as he held her. Pushed against the cold glass, the feel of Jonathan's dick pressed behind her caused her stomach to tighten - the muscles in her ass flexing against the pressure. Releasing the hold on her trousers, she placed one hand against the mirrors and pushed back hard onto Jonathan. The roughness of his hand between her legs agitated her further and as he pulled her head backwards, her body arched upwards. She wanted to let her trousers fall, drive him beyond all sense of propriety and fuck her here and now, shafting her from behind. Instead she let her hand trail behind, up his thigh and across until she felt his balls. She cupped them in her hand and not too gently started to squeeze and release. Jonathon gasped as she took his nads in her hand. Normally he would shrink away from being touched quite so forcefully, but here with her, the roughness and lack of finesse made his head spin. He was desperate now to rip her pants off, to see her naked, to plunge into her. The apartment was only a couple of doors down from the lift, for which he was extremely grateful. He could hardly get the keys out of his pocket, the front of his pants was stretched so far, as he continue to kiss her, desperately exploring her mouth with his tongue, He dropped it onto the floor in his haste and had to break off from her to bend to pick it up. As he kissed her she continued to fondle his balls, each time tightening her grip just a little harder and just little longer. She chuckled as she heard the keys drop to the floor. "No let me" and she dropped to her knees using the opportunity to tease him further. As she felt round for the fallen key she nuzzled him, her nose rubbing up against his straining trousers. He drew breath, groaning with pleasure, feeling her rubbing against his straining cock, "Oh fuck, yes" Hearing his groan she continued "I wanted to do this in the cab." Her fingertips closed round the key, grasping it she passed it up to Jonathan but she stayed on her knees. Her teeth nipped at the material as one hand undid the zip but she did not release him, her tongue pierced the gap - touching the damp material of his pants. She wanted him as close to the edge as she could get him - all ideas of patient seduction out of his mind nothing but the overwhelming urge to take her, as hard and as fast as possible. He threw the door open and pulled her inside, into the hallway. This was a nice apartment, his brother was doing very well for himself, and it was tastefully furnished, with plush carpeting, and classic furniture, but for the moment they remained in the hallway, oblivious to the decor, as he pounced on her, plundering her mouth, and pushing her coat away from her shoulders and down her arms. As the coat fell away she grabbed hold of his belt, pulling him to her, his weight bearing both of them to the wall. Her breathing was as fevered as his, all she wanted was to feel him inside her and she didn't want to waste any time. Her hands found his belt buckle and as soon as it was free she was slipping her hands down the waistband of his pants - her first intimate touch of his skin, her hands clasping his buttocks, lifting and pulling. Her hands felt amazing on his ass, but he wanted more, and he pushed on her shoulders forcing her down onto her knees again, his hands moved to his trousers and undid them and then to his briefs pushing them down far enough to free his rock hard cock, and he twined his fingers in her hair pulling her head towards him. Her gasp of pain as he bore her down went un-noticed by Jonathan, "Fuck" she muttered as she felt the warmth spreading across her shoulder, a thudding counterpart to the heat deep within her groin. She didn't normally like to be pressured like this, the decision to suck a man hers alone but as he loomed towards her the urge to taste him became paramount. She disregarded the usual petting and teasing, taking him full on, letting him fill her mouth. Her hands still on his ass she pumped him into her, her tongue sliding along the velvety shaft tasting the length of him. As he moved in and out of her, finding his own rhythm she quickly unzipped her boots. He lost all chance of thinking straight as her mouth enclosed him, all his senses diverted to feeling her touch, his entire attention now working towards his groin. He closed his eyes, and tightened his muscles, as his trousers fell round his ankles. His balls tightened, but he forced himself to stay in control, he desperately wanted to be inside her, fucking her. There was no way he was going to come now. He grunted with the effort it was taking not to just spunk into her mouth. Finally while he grunted above her she moved her own head, matching his pace - allowing her teeth to connect with his dick adding just a little more friction with a friscon of danger. The feel of her teeth pulled him back, grounding him again, and he took the opportunity to breath again, then allowed himself to enjoy the sensation, without the danger of a premature curtailment. She did this until she was gasping for breath, her temple pulsing she pushed her self back up, his hand still tangled in her hair. As she stood she shifted her hips allowing her trousers to fall. Reaching up she pulled his face towards her; her kiss was harsh and demanding as her body undulated. She kicked off her boots and stepped out of her trousers. Standing on tiptoes she rubbed herself against him, the only barrier between his dick and her cunt the thin cotton of her underwear. She broke off the kiss, "now, like this", she raised her right leg, hooking it round his hip. He pushed down his underwear and reached down into his trouser pocket pulling out a rubber. He ripped the packet with his teeth, whilst the fingers of his other hand pulled the knickers to once side and thrust into her quim, hard, fast, and dangerous. He wanted to be certain she was open and ready for him. He rolled the condom over his cock, pinching it, then thrust her back against the wall so it took her weight, raising her legs, wrapping them around him, opening her to him, and he drove inside her. The feeling of her wetness, her tightness, around him was almost too much to bear and he paused for a moment. She was gratified at the speed he acceded to her demand. God, it felt so good to drive a man like this. Powerful. The leg bearing her weight trembled when he dove his hand into her but he had banged her against the wall before it could give way. This was it; she had no time to anticipate the feel of a new man before he was inside her. "Yes" It was different; the way he moved, the way he held her onto him. When he suddenly stopped moving her heart fell with disappointment. "Wait" he told her harshly, revisiting the word she'd used in the park. He held her there, breathing heavily whilst his hands moved up to her tits, pushing back the fabric, finding her nipples and tweaking them between his finger and thumb. There was so much pleasure to be had feeling a woman's tits as he fucked her, and it made her feel like she was getting something more from him whilst he adjusted to her tightness. He had tighter, he'd had wetter, but had rarely had one this enthusiastic. He breathed for a second longer, then began to pump against her, establishing a fast hard rhythm. His balls slapped against her tight ass as he moved. He looked past her now, towards the wall, not seeing her, just feeling her cunt wrapped round him, feeling her nipples hardening under his fingers, as he fucked her. There was little she could do, impaled against the wall as she was. Her hands went to back of his head, her fingers entangling his hair. When he grabbed her tits, her ardour rose to another level. He'd not touched her there yet but his hard fingers twisting her nipples sent her spiralling out of control. As he started to pump her again she cried out clichid phrases of encouragement, telling him to do it harder, faster. He was plunging deep inside her, with each thrust she cried out, "yes" or "fuck me" but soon these became guttural cries, wordless grunts. He ground his cock into her, fucking her as hard as he could, responding to her words, not really thinking straight, not really thinking at all, but somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted her to come again, wanted to feel her spasms around him, because he knew how good the spasms would feel on his dick, and so he moved one hand to her clit, and rubbed it hard. "You...are... so...fucking...hot..." he panted, slamming her against the wall with every stroke, his orgasm hovering on the brink, and he clamped the muscles of his ass, trying to hold back, buying a few more seconds. Some part of her knew that this was too much, that he was hurting her penetrating too deep and too hard yet the pain brought such exquisite pleasure that she couldn't stop it. Her hands twisted his hair as she became totally submerged in the moment, her muscles contacting ever faster until at last she screamed out. There was no slow build up just mind numbing sensations ripping into her. She'd told him to fuck her so that she couldn't think straight - he had obliged. The sensation was almost too much to bear as she spasmed around him, he gasped in a huge gulp of air, and released everything from inside him. His balls emptied and a rush went through him as his spunk erupted into her, his head thrust back he shouted "Oh you beauty, you fucking beauty" and then his weight collapsed again her. From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Thu Aug 19 00:09:55 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Back in the real world Joy Jethro Message-ID: When they both finally made noises about getting on with stuff Joy felt positive about the future for the first time ever, but there were some minor inconveniences to iron out. She sat back on the bed propped up on her hands and looked at him. "I need to sort out with you about when I officially start working for the Guardians, what you expect from me, rate of pay, holiday entitlement, all that stuff? I have to finish something I am contractually obliged to do today otherwise I won't have any money, and anyway I should finish it - it's the right thing to do. Then I need to spend the rest of this week studying and getting myself to my defence. Then I've got to get back from Charlottesville, which will be late Monday or Tuesday, so I guess I should start on Tuesday or Wednesday. Will you feed me and give me a bed to sleep in without being on the payroll till then?" she smiled at him, enjoying the feeling of joking with him, feeling pretty confident there was a bed to sleep in when she wanted it at least. "Oh and is there somewhere I can borrow with a computer and a big desk to work until I leave? And most importantly you said something about waffles, I remember that distinctly." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 19 20:47:11 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Food for the Hungry (Ratso) In-Reply-To: <081720040444.20627.41218D460003ADBA000050932200750744970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040819194711.93474.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Muse looked up as Ratso returned. She had flour on her hands and across the apron she wore. She'd finished with the waffles and begun on cookies. She needed to cook to think. It was just one of those things. She blinked slowly at his request and then nodded, her bound up hair bobbing against her back. "Course. I have crackers and stuff too. Peanut butter even."<< "Dat'd be great," Ratso said. The waiter stepped in long enough to pick up the Irish breakfast and more coffee, then disappeared again. "Tell me where dey are, an I'll get 'em. I know you're busy bakin' an stuff." From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Aug 19 20:50:50 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040819195050.57409.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>"Thanks Jessie" he said, hoping the use of her first name might calm her a little, she was obviously, and quite reasonably, very upset. He tuned the radio to the right channel and keyed the mike again. "It's Callum here, I've got Jessie and Jay with me and I'm on the way back from New Jersey, I could use some directions, if anyone's got a map there?"<< A voice crackled over the radio. "This is Henderson, one of the security guards. Givin' Rizzoli a little break. I've got you on the GPS. Take your next right, then take the next right after that. That'll put you back on the freeway. Get off at the first exit and turn around to go the other way. I'll stay on the radio with you and make sure you get back safely. Tag all in car OOC: Mik, could you take the paramedic while AJ's tied up with his work? From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 20 10:52:12 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040819195050.57409.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820095212.76302.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> > OOC: Mik, could you take the paramedic while AJ's > tied up with his work? Dave, the paramedic, heard the voice crackle over the radio and piped up, "I got a bit of a look out of the back of the ambulance on the way here, we're in New Jersey right? That should get us heading back to the city. That'll suit me, I've seen enough trees to last me a month." His voice was barely kept from hysteria, while Dave had seen his fair share of shocking situations none of them had prepared him for this mornings happenings. "Are your controllers keeping my lot in the loop? They are going to be pissed over losing the wagon." He added. [tag car] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 20 12:27:11 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820095212.76302.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820112711.13324.qmail@web25205.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <> <> Callum had only driven a couple of times on the wrong side of the road. He didn't feel great about this, but there wasn't really much option. The automatic was difficult to get used to, and as they went down the side road he put his foot down for the clutch and the car stopped abruptly where he pressed the brake.* "Sorry" he said, "Haven't driven one of these before." He moved off carefully, wondering about Dave's question. "Er, I don't know, I guess the Police should be telling them what's going on?" He felt out of control here. In Edinburgh he'd spent his time in the library or the archiving areas, and people left him to catalogue things, or came to ask him for specific information. He had left the operational side of things in the hands of others. There were presumably procedures for this kind of thing? He was realising that even though he'd spent his whole life submerged in the Guardians' culture, that New York was a whole new ball park in comparision to a little branch in Scotland. There had been more going on in the last 48 hours than he'd seen in six months over there. But the adrenaline rush was amazing, and he wanted more. He'd never felt so alive. Once Meg got back they were going to have to have a serious conversation where he told her about the importance of research, and she told him about the practical cop type stuff. "Henderson, do you know if the police have told the paramedics control about the ambulance being trashed? Do we need to tell them anything?" He glanced across at the paramedic, "So can you tell me what happened, looked pretty hairy?" He was on the freeway now, staying in the outside lane ready to get off at the next exit. Tag passengers / Henderson ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 20 13:21:54 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820112711.13324.qmail@web25205.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820122154.22037.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > He glanced across at the paramedic, "So can you tell > me what happened, looked pretty hairy?" "Sure, I guess I'll be telling cops over and over once things calm down. We were called to an emergency at the morgue, not the sort of thing we normally get through. When we arrived there was a police car there already and we were shown through to these two," he motions back to Jessie and Jay on the back seats." Hey, I don't want to tell you your job or anything but shouldn't they be cuffed or something, now we're out of trouble." He took a nervous breath, "we are out of trouble aren't we?" "Anyway, there's been some disturbance in one of the operating rooms, the duty doctor has been killed and a load of corpses have been mutilated. These two managed to get locked in there with the temperature set right down. We checked them over, we, that was Norm and me," at this point Dave pauses before carrying on. "They seemed OK, some bruising, far too cold, but they should be fine once they've had some time in hospital care. The other detective there, he seems sure they are involved in the murder and wants them put in to custody but I'm not so sure then, I mean they seemed like the victims right, locked in with the dead bodies. Norm goes back for a pair of stretchers and we load them up. We're taking them to the wagon when the woman," he indicates Jessie, "starts going crazy. She's shouting out about not wanting to go in the wagon, and things wanting to kill them and I start to see that the detective might be on to something. She definitely looks like she's undergoing a drug induced episode. It's late at night, druggies will do anything to pay for a fix and they aren't always that bright, maybe they could have locked themselves in after all." He pauses again, looks at the scenery going past for a moment before plunging on. "The detective says to strap them down, which we start doing. We get her secured, the detective is checking out the guy when up out of nowhere he goes all Bruce Lee on the cops arse. Breaks his nose. That sound, nothing like it. Knocks him out, grabbing his piece as he does it. Turns the gun on Norm and shoots him where he stands. Norm staggers about a bit, tries to stand up, reaching out for mercy and the guy finishes him off." Dave's voice starts to crack at this point but he carries on, "there I am with bits of my buddy all over me and this guy," he stabs a finger back at Jay, "is waving the gun about and trying to escape. Only he doesn't get far before he collapses and the dective is on him again, making sure he is secured. Me, I'd be kicking the crap out of him but the detective is all business like. I'm covering up Norms body, sheesh the guy had two kids, he was just this morning saying as how his daughter had been chosen to play lead in the school play, and here he is, stone cold dead." There are tears in the corners of Daves eyes and he looks completely drained now that there is time for the full realisation of the mornings events to hit him. He set himself the goal of telling Callum everything though and finding it helpful to get the facts together he struggles through to the end. "The cops help get the two stretchers in the back, the detective is worried something might happen to these two," again he motions back, "guess he doesn't trust me with them, but I'm not like that, despite what I might want to do, despite how they've destroyed Norms life. Laura, who's going to tell Laura she's a widow now? They were going to celebrate their fifteenth anniversary next month, Norm had booked a suprise vacation and everything. Hope she can get the money back, ain't going to be easy raising two kids on the money she'll get." He realises he has left the topic. "Sorry, I got sidetracked. There's the two stretchers, me and the detective in the back of the wagon when suddenly the doors slam shut and this janitor guy jumps in the front and screams off down the street. We tried calling for help and the detective tried talking the woman in to getting the janitor to pull over. In the end he decides that they aren't in cahoots and looks for a way to stop the wagon. We didn't know where we were being taken, but when we got to the rough road the detective was sure our destination was fully planned and while it was a risk he got me to brace myself and shot out the tire through the floor. That's when we rolled." Dave looked across at Callum, "you know the rest, we cut these two free and escaped to this car." The look he gave Callum was full of hope that there was something Callum could say that would somehow make the pain of losing his good friend go away, something that could make sense of what Dave had been through. [tag Callum, Jessie, Jay] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Aug 20 14:18:13 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:49 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820122154.22037.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820131813.45914.qmail@web86705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Dave looked across at Callum, > "you know the rest, we cut these two free and escaped > to this car." The look he gave Callum was full of hope > that there was something Callum could say that would > somehow make the pain of losing his good friend go > away, something that could make sense of what Dave had > been through. Callum looked agast at this. He knew only too well the pain of losing people you cared about, people you loved. He couldn't believe that Jay would have taken the life of an innocent without having a very good reason. Without knowing the facts what could he say? It crossed his mind that saying the wrong thing now could have serious legal implications down the line, and headlines about lawyers and coffee that was too hot, 2.7 million dollars in punitive damages flashed through his mind. To hell with that - this guy needed someone to reach out to him right here, right now. "Jay - he's a good man, I've known him for a long time. He is one of the most conscientious people I've ever met. His kin were killed in the line of duty. He must have had a reason to shoot your partner. He must have done. And Jessie there, she's a doctor, and his fiancee. She's not a drug user. She looks after people, she doesna hurt them." He wondered if he was doing more harm than good. "I'm as sure as I can be about anything that his family will be looked after, we're not going to leave them to starve on the streets, I can promise you that." Uncle Jethro wouldn't let that happen, he knew that. "As to what happened, we'll find out, and we'll get the guy that did this, the one that was responsible for it." he gestured towards the back. "These are not the bad guys, honestly." He turned the car getting back onto the freeway going in the right direction, his head full of thoughts of his Da, remembering his mother. And Meg was still back there, fighting whoever it was that had done this, and he had left her there. "Aye, it'll be alright" he reassured Dave and himself. Tag Passengers From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 20 14:56:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820131813.45914.qmail@web86705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820135628.68071.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > To hell with that - this guy needed someone to reach > out to him right > here, right now. > "Jay - he's a good man, I've known him for a long > time. He is one of the most conscientious people > I've ever met. His kin were killed in the line of > duty. He must have had a reason to shoot your > partner. He must have done. And Jessie there, she's > a doctor, and his fiancee. She's not a drug user. > She looks after people, she doesna hurt them." > He wondered if he was doing more harm than good. Dave looked across at Callum aghast. > "As to what happened, we'll find out, and we'll get > the guy that did this, the one that was responsible > for it." he gestured towards the back. "These are > not the bad guys, honestly." > "Aye, it'll be alright" he reassured Dave and > himself. "Are you telling me that this guy is another cop?" Dave asked, trying to understand what Callum had just told him, "the detective didn't seem to know that." A little more agitated he asked, "which station are we going to? I should call some people, let them know where I am, that I'm alright." As Callum turned on to the freeway he chanced a sidelong glance at the couple on the back seat, Dave wasn't sure what he was involved with, but he knew what he had seen. He had seen the guy put a load of lead in to Norm, kill him. His driver seemed unsure, Dave wasn't sure he liked the options for how this situation would be made 'alright' in this couples apparent friends eyes. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Aug 20 16:59:43 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820112711.13324.qmail@web25205.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820155943.99697.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> Queen or tart wrote: > >>Callum had only driven a couple of times on the wrong side of the road. He didn't feel great about this, but there wasn't really much option. The automatic was difficult to get used to, and as they went down the side road he put his foot down for the clutch and the car stopped abruptly where he pressed the brake.* "Sorry" he said, "Haven't driven one of these before." He moved off carefully, wondering about Dave's question. "Er, I don't know, I guess the Police should be telling them what's going on?" He felt out of control here. In Edinburgh he'd spent his time in the library or the archiving areas, and people left him to catalogue things, or came to ask him for specific information. He had left the operational side of things in the hands of others. There were presumably procedures for this kind of thing? He was realising that even though he'd spent his whole life submerged in the Guardians' culture, that New York was a whole new ball park in comparision to a little branch in Scotland. There had been more going on in the last 48 hours than he'd seen in six months over there. But the adrenaline rush was amazing, and he wanted more. He'd never felt so alive. Once Meg got back they were going to have to have a serious conversation where he told her about the importance of research, and she told him about the practical cop type stuff. "Henderson, do you know if the police have told the paramedics control about the ambulance being trashed? Do we need to tell them anything?" He glanced across at the paramedic, "So can you tell me what happened, looked pretty hairy?" He was on the freeway now, staying in the outside lane ready to get off at the next exit. << "Captain Tolliver's taking care of it," the security man responded. "We'll have a team examine the scene for clues, then he'll call." Tag Callum et al From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Fri Aug 20 18:04:07 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (=?iso-8859-1?q?Sue=20Lee?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820135628.68071.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820170407.18576.qmail@web86708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Are you telling me that this guy is another cop?" > Dave asked, trying to understand what Callum had just > told him, "the detective didn't seem to know that." A > little more agitated he asked, "which station are we > going to? I should call some people, let them know > where I am, that I'm alright." As Callum turned on to > the freeway he chanced a sidelong glance at the couple > on the back seat, Dave wasn't sure what he was > involved with, but he knew what he had seen. He had > seen the guy put a load of lead in to Norm, kill him. > His driver seemed unsure, Dave wasn't sure he liked > the options for how this situation would be made > 'alright' in this couples apparent friends eyes. Callum was desperate not to be sitting here in this seat right this minute. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? "Oh Shite" he muttered under his breath. He should really really shut up now, before he opened any more cans of worms. "I'm not the best person to explain all this to you, I'm not on the PR side of the team. I just went there with my lassie to try and help her." The exit slip was coming off now, and he paused for an moment to ensure he didn't get hit by anyone. "We're going into Manhattan now, when we get there then you can call whoever you need to, and someone'll explain everything. I'd offer to drop you, but I need to get these people back for medical treatment. They both look pretty rough, I don't want them to get any worse. Is there anything we should be doing for them now?" Divert him back to his job, thought Callum, get him thinking about sick people, whatever Jay had done surely this guy had a hypocratic oath or something, paramedics must take something similar to doctors surely? Tag Dave / Passengers From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Aug 20 23:25:12 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820170407.18576.qmail@web86708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040820222512.94369.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> > "We're going into Manhattan now, when we get there > then you can call whoever you need to, and > some one'll explain everything. I'd offer to > drop you, but I need to get these people back for > medical treatment. They both look pretty rough, I > don't want them to get any worse. Is there anything > we should be doing for them now?" That eased Dave's worries and he had a proper look back at his two patients. "They both look pretty stable and there isn't really room to do much to them. They should be warm enough in here. You are right though, we should get them to a hospital before we worry about anything else." He pointed at a sign as they came past, "if we take the exit after next we can get them in to the Cumberland, that'll be quicker than going in to Manhattan. Once they are stable we can get them transferred to the Bellevue or Metropolitan by ambulance if need be." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 21 09:50:05 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040820222512.94369.qmail@web53104.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: That eased Dave's worries and he had a proper look back at his two patients. "They both look pretty stable and there isn't really room to do much to them. They should be warm enough in here. You are right though, we should get them to a hospital before we worry about anything else." He pointed at a sign as they came past, "if we take the exit after next we can get them in to the Cumberland, that'll be quicker than going in to Manhattan. Once they are stable we can get them transferred to the Bellevue or Metropolitan by ambulance if need be." Callum really didn't want to take them to some strange hospital, where they would lose control of what was going on. However Jessie was there sitting in the back, she was in no fit state to administer to Jay. He imagined the reaction if he just turned up at base in the car and said "Oh I've just dropped them off at a hospital and come back." He was sure that HQ could call in outside help if they really needed it, and Natalia, she was back there, she'd saved Meg, if anyone could sort the couple out it was she. "If you think they're stable I'm going to carry on back to HQ, it's not far away, and we have medical staff there, a fully stocked infirmary, no other patients to divert resources from what they really need. Captain Tolliver can come there to talk to them and take their statements, and work out where we go from here to get the guy that did this to them." He picked up the radio again, "Henderson, I'm not going to be very long, can you get the infirmary alerted to two wounded, and advise Ms Petrovich that her assistance will be required. I also have the Paramedic with me who was in the ambulance with him, someone needs to be available to talk to him, the Commander or Luken for preference" The sooner someone else took Dave off his hands who was more used to dealing with this stuff the better. Research, nice safe research, he could get his head down into the books and get access to the computer, and do what he was good at. This had all gone way too far. He wondered if Meg was okay, and when she would be back. Leaving her there had been one of the worst things he'd had to do, but he was going to have to get used to worrying about her from a distance he guessed Tag Dave + Henderson From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Aug 21 12:58:59 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040821115859.29322.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> > Callum really didn't want to take them to some > strange hospital, where they would lose control of > what was going on. However Jessie was there sitting > in the back, she was in no fit state to administer to > Jay. He imagined the reaction if he just turned up > at base in the car and said "Oh I've just dropped > them off at a hospital and come back." He was sure > that HQ could call in outside help if they really > needed it, and Natalia, she was back there, she'd > saved Meg, if anyone could sort the couple out it > was she. > "If you think they're stable I'm going to carry on > back to HQ, it's not far away, and we have medical > staff there, a fully stocked infirmary, no other > patients to divert resources from what they really > need. Captain Tolliver can come there to talk to > them and take their statements, and work out where > we go from here to get the guy that did this to > them." Dave's feeling of calm and control slowly ebbed from him again. > He picked up the radio again, "Henderson, I'm not > going to be very long, can you get the infirmary > alerted to two wounded, and advise Ms Petrovich > that her assistance will be required. I also have > the Paramedic with me who was in the ambulance with > him, someone needs to be available to talk to him, > the Commander or Luken for preference" He thought back through what had happened. They had been trapped in the back of the ambulance, the detective had managed to make contact with someone but not give any location details. The janitor guy was taking them somewhere and as they left the tarmac the detective risked shooting the wheel out because he didn't think they'd be found. Not long after the ambulance had rolled two more cars appeared. The detective had split off with one lot, he and the suspects had gone with the other. This guy didn't seem like a cop and said he'd known one of the suspects, the one who'd shot Norm, for ages. He refused to go straight to a hospital. Shit. Dave McKlowski, you've got yourself out of the frying pan and in to the fire. He looked back at the guy driving, pretty young, reasonably fit but nervous. Maybe he was just some delivery driver or something normally. A small time hood. That's why he was jumpy, suddenly thrust in to the bigtime when they didn't have enough people around and here he is committing a federal crime. That'd be it. Maybe Dave could talk himself out of this. OK, the guy in the back shot Norm dead, but what good would Dave be if he just joined his partner in the grave. Escape first, then sort out this dirt wads. He'd tried tip toeing around the subject, it was time to meet it head on. "Look fella, tell me where you're taking me and show me your badge if your some kind of cop, because there is something fishy about this whole thing and I don't like it." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 21 13:42:36 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040821115859.29322.qmail@web53110.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <<"Look fella, tell me where you're taking me and show me your badge if your some kind of cop, because there is something fishy about this whole thing and I don't like it.">> Okay, he'd done as much as he could not to give away the goods, but this was all getting hopeless. Callum didn't blame the guy for getting jumpy, he would have been incredibly suspicious himself at this point, but he didn't know how to deal with this stuff, he'd never had any training in telling civilians any of this, then he thought back to the briefing before they left, and if he hadn't been driving he would have slapped himself on the head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the badge which Ratso had specifically said wasn't a fake. In a calm voice he told the guy: "I am taking you to Guardians HQ, we are an officially organisation, the Guardians of the Covenant, who deal with the activities of the supernatural. A bit like the X-files. I'm a kind of Fox Mulder but I work in the research department, not in the field. I've not made a good job of explaining this I know. I'm trying hard to concentrate on driving on the wrong side of the road, in an automatic car, with two people I respect immensely in the back lying injured and my lass back there in the woods still fighting the bad guy." His tone wavered a little at the end betraying his fears for Meg. "If you need some proof right this minute that we're on the right side then get on the radio and talk to the Captain, Channel 16 if I remember rightly. I can understand you need verification, but right here, right now, I canna exactly reach into my other pocket and pull out something to prove the existence of Big Foot or that Aliens have landed." He looked across at the guy now, hoping that he'd done enough to convince him that they were not the enemy. Tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Aug 21 14:07:47 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040821130747.41145.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> > He looked across at the guy now, hoping that he'd > done enough to convince him that they were not the > enemy. Dave took the badge from Callum disbelievingly. It looked like a normal NYPD cop badge, he'd seen plenty and if it was a fake it was a stunningly good one. He looked back at Callum, unsure how to respond. Handing back the badge he said, somewhat unconvinced, "Okay, I'll buy it, but you'd best be pulling this car up to a pretty official looking building. If I so much as glimpse docks or warehouses I'm jumping you and the consequences can go hang." His piece said he hunkered down in his seat and watched the world go by through Callums window, as far from him as he could get. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 21 14:38:22 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040821130747.41145.qmail@web53109.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <> Callum had no idea what he was going to make of HQ but there was nothing else he could go, nowhere else he could go. If he didn't like what he saw then he was going to get jumped, and Callum didn't know if the beast in him could deal with being jumped without emerging. He had no wish whatsoever to change and hurt this man but he also wasn't sure if under attack he could stop it. He drove in silence for a while, having nothing else he could think of to say. "We're here" he said some time, pulling into the underground garage; the security crew had listened and got the doors open for him. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 17:10:37 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up [tag Meg, golem] In-Reply-To: <20040815220223.40016.qmail@web53107.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040821161037.18714.qmail@web40504.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>"Got you, we'll do a photofit on the janitor and see what the morgue have on him," Denton agreed, moving around, keeping the golems attention on them, "we won't catch him, you're right, I'm sure he'll have his escape all mapped out after bringing us here." He took another shot at the things head before finishing, "you call it, we'll split up a little, but stay in sight, I think that will confuse it enough to get us clear. I just hope Tolliver has called in some back up that can deal with it. Can't leave something like this stumbling around the woods, no telling who it'd come across."<< "You got that right," Meg agreed. She spilt off a little from Denton, continuing to yell at the creature. "I think he told us he had backup on the way." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 17:13:19 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040817211817.48120.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040821161319.51886.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Denton took another shot at the things head and joined in the shouting, moving in the same direction as Meg, around 5 metres away from her. << "Once we draw its attention enough, we break for the car," she said. "Let Tolliver's backup people handle this thing. This way, Ugly!" She continued to try to draw the creature away. [tag] From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 17:17:37 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH (Callum, Jay, Jessie, paramedic) In-Reply-To: <20040820170407.18576.qmail@web86708.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040821161737.21658.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: > "Are you telling me that this guy is another cop?" > Dave asked, trying to understand what Callum had just > told him, "the detective didn't seem to know that." A > little more agitated he asked, "which station are we > going to? I should call some people, let them know > where I am, that I'm alright." As Callum turned on to > the freeway he chanced a sidelong glance at the couple > on the back seat, Dave wasn't sure what he was > involved with, but he knew what he had seen. He had > seen the guy put a load of lead in to Norm, kill him. > His driver seemed unsure, Dave wasn't sure he liked > the options for how this situation would be made > 'alright' in this couples apparent friends eyes. >>Callum was desperate not to be sitting here in this seat right this minute. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? "Oh Shite" he muttered under his breath. He should really really shut up now, before he opened any more cans of worms. "I'm not the best person to explain all this to you, I'm not on the PR side of the team. I just went there with my lassie to try and help her." The exit slip was coming off now, and he paused for an moment to ensure he didn't get hit by anyone. "We're going into Manhattan now, when we get there then you can call whoever you need to, and someone'll explain everything. I'd offer to drop you, but I need to get these people back for medical treatment. They both look pretty rough, I don't want them to get any worse. Is there anything we should be doing for them now?" Divert him back to his job, thought Callum, get him thinking about sick people, whatever Jay had done surely this guy had a hypocratic oath or something, paramedics must take something similar to doctors surely?<< Jessie stayed curled up in the corner of the back seat, her hand touching Jay, partly in a futile effort to protect him and partly to keep some kind of grip on reality. Tag (or not) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 17:28:28 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040821162828.40354.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: >>That eased Dave's worries and he had a proper look back at his two patients. "They both look pretty stable and there isn't really room to do much to them. They should be warm enough in here. You are right though, we should get them to a hospital before we worry about anything else." He pointed at a sign as they came past, "if we take the exit after next we can get them in to the Cumberland, that'll be quicker than going in to Manhattan. Once they are stable we can get them transferred to the Bellevue or Metropolitan by ambulance if need be." Callum really didn't want to take them to some strange hospital, where they would lose control of what was going on. However Jessie was there sitting in the back, she was in no fit state to administer to Jay. He imagined the reaction if he just turned up at base in the car and said "Oh I've just dropped them off at a hospital and come back." He was sure that HQ could call in outside help if they really needed it, and Natalia, she was back there, she'd saved Meg, if anyone could sort the couple out it was she. "If you think they're stable I'm going to carry on back to HQ, it's not far away, and we have medical staff there, a fully stocked infirmary, no other patients to divert resources from what they really need. Captain Tolliver can come there to talk to them and take their statements, and work out where we go from here to get the guy that did this to them." He picked up the radio again, "Henderson, I'm not going to be very long, can you get the infirmary alerted to two wounded, and advise Ms Petrovich that her assistance will be required. I also have the Paramedic with me who was in the ambulance with him, someone needs to be available to talk to him, the Commander or Luken for preference" The sooner someone else took Dave off his hands who was more used to dealing with this stuff the better. Research, nice safe research, he could get his head down into the books and get access to the computer, and do what he was good at. This had all gone way too far. He wondered if Meg was okay, and when she would be back. Leaving her there had been one of the worst things he'd had to do, but he was going to have to get used to worrying about her from a distance he guessed<< "Will do, Fraser," Henderson said. "Infirmary's been notified, and I'll see if I can reach Luken and his friend. I'm putting a map on the GPS screen for you now. It'll also give verbal instructions when to turn. You just remember to drive on the right, and you should do fine." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 18:02:33 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20040821170233.82263.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Sue Lee wrote: <"Okay, I'll buy it, but you'd best be pulling this car up to a pretty official looking building. If I so much as glimpse docks or warehouses I'm jumping you and the consequences can go hang." His piece said he hunkered down in his seat and watched the world go by through Callums window, as far from him as he could get.>> >>Callum had no idea what he was going to make of HQ but there was nothing else he could go, nowhere else he could go. If he didn't like what he saw then he was going to get jumped, and Callum didn't know if the beast in him could deal with being jumped without emerging. He had no wish whatsoever to change and hurt this man but he also wasn't sure if under attack he could stop it. He drove in silence for a while, having nothing else he could think of to say. "We're here" he said some time, pulling into the underground garage; the security crew had listened and got the doors open for him.<< Henderson was there to greet them, along with several orderlies. "Welcome back, Fraser. Infirmary has been notified, and we're working on getting Luken and Natasha to help out." The security guard reached out and shook Dave's hand. "Henderson. Thanks for taking care of our people." Jessie went meekly with the orderlies. She wasn't completely sure where she was, but she didn't have the energy to fight anymore. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 18:11:24 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) Message-ID: <20040821171124.27537.qmail@web40503.mail.yahoo.com> Gabriel Luken's telephone beeped urgently. The beeping continued, increasing in volume and intensity, and will do so until he answers it. When he does answer, he'll get the following message. "Corporal, this is Henderson in Security. We've heard from Fraser. He's bringing Edwards and the doctor back. Edwards has been beaten up pretty badly, and the doctor's been drugged somehow, he thinks. Very irrational and paranoid. We need your friend to help if she can. They also have a civilian with them, a paramedic. You or the commander need to talk to him, get him calmed down. Captain Tolliver's on the way with Cassidy and another civilian, a cop. Don't know how we're going to handle this one, sir. Fraser just thought you might be better at this sort of thing than he is." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sullivan's phone will ring in the same manner, and he will receive a similar message. Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sat Aug 21 18:13:13 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Clearing up thread Message-ID: <20040821171313.46407.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> OOC: I'm assuming that by the time Callum arrives with his group, Michael, Sam and all will be back upstairs. I had a post out for Stephanie or Damien's response but haven't heard back. Kat From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Aug 21 19:54:55 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] OOC: Clearing up thread In-Reply-To: <20040821171313.46407.qmail@web40510.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040821185455.38250.qmail@web53103.mail.yahoo.com> --- Kathy Perkins wrote: > OOC: I'm assuming that by the time Callum arrives > with his group, Michael, Sam and all will be back > upstairs. I had a post out for Stephanie or > Damien's response but haven't heard back. Fine by me, Michael was pretty much being led about by Sam. Mik. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sat Aug 21 20:00:36 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040821170233.82263.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040821190036.84156.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> > "We're here" he said some time, pulling into the > underground garage; the > security crew had listened and got the doors open > for him.<< > Henderson was there to greet them, along with > several orderlies. "Welcome back, Fraser. > Infirmary has been notified, and we're working on > getting Luken and Natasha to help out." > The security guard reached out and shook Dave's > hand. "Henderson. Thanks for taking care of our > people." Dave shook Hendersons hand, unsure quite what he was involved with. This wasn't what he had expected, then again he didn't know for sure what that had been. Everything looked official enough, but their attitude didn't make sense with what he had been through. He fell back on formality, "I need to check back in with the department, make sure that they know Norm's dead and his family has been informed. They need to know about the totalled ambulance as well." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From sue.t.lee at btinternet.com Sat Aug 21 21:08:31 2004 From: sue.t.lee at btinternet.com (Sue Lee) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040821170233.82263.qmail@web40512.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <> Callum reached inside the car and undid Jay's seat belt and then carried him up the stairs to the infirmary, waving off the orderlies' help. He laid him down on one of the gurneys, "Hang in their mate. We'll get you sorted" No tag - (unless Jay wakes up suddenly) From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Sun Aug 22 06:10:29 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040821190036.84156.qmail@web53108.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040822051029.81715.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: >>Dave shook Hendersons hand, unsure quite what he was involved with. This wasn't what he had expected, then again he didn't know for sure what that had been. Everything looked official enough, but their attitude didn't make sense with what he had been through. He fell back on formality, "I need to check back in with the department, make sure that they know Norm's dead and his family has been informed. They need to know about the totalled ambulance as well."<< "That's been taken care of already, sir," Henderson replied. "A security guard getting off her shift notified the authorities. We were called because Dr. Sinclair and Corporal Edwards had signed in and were missing. I believe a Captain Tolliver has dispatched police officers to the ambulance. They'll be examining it for clues as to the identity of the man who kidnapped you." Tag Dave From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Aug 22 17:54:31 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) Message-ID: <082220041654.4292.4128CFC70001C3FF000010C42200735834970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> > "Corporal, this is Henderson in Security. We've heard from Fraser. He's bringing Edwards and the doctor back. Edwards has been beaten up pretty badly, and the doctor's been drugged somehow, he thinks. Very irrational and paranoid. We need your friend to help if she can. They also have a civilian with them, a paramedic. You or the commander need to talk to him, get him calmed down. Captain Tolliver's on the way with Cassidy and another civilian, a cop. Don't know how we're going to handle this one, sir. Fraser just thought you might be better at this sort of thing than he is." Natalia grumbled, hearing the phone through the haze of sleep. Something was beeping. It was annoying. She curled closer to Gabe, burying her face against his shoulder and trying to ignore the sound. In sleep there were no oddities about being curled up together, or feeling him next to her, just a quiet contentment not to be alone. If only that noise would go away. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Aug 22 18:05:54 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Food for the Hungry (Ratso) Message-ID: <082220041705.7467.4128D271000C018B00001D2B2200761438970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> "Dat'd be great," Ratso said. The waiter stepped in long enough to pick up the Irish breakfast and more coffee, then disappeared again. "Tell me where dey are, an I'll get 'em. I know you're busy bakin' an stuff." Muse nodded towards one of the cupboards, off to one side. "Crackers and peanut butter in there. Cheese in the fridge." Her tone was still a bit disconnected, her brain trying to balance the comfort of the daily routine and the fact she'd broken that routine right open. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Aug 22 18:08:29 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Searching [Tag all in garage] Message-ID: <082220041708.16349.4128D30C000CFF8C00003FDD2200750784970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Michael shuffled unsteadily to his feet, taking his own weight, but crouched over, leaning on his brother for direction. Much as Michael's scent made Stephanie nervous she could see he was really just a kid, not much older than she'd been when she'd come to realize her abilities. She moved over to Sam, smiling gently, and trying not to show sharp teeth when she did. Her form was always more catlike than others, but on moondays it was worse. "This way. We'll get things taken care of." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Aug 22 23:09:01 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) In-Reply-To: <082220041654.4292.4128CFC70001C3FF000010C42200735834970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040822220901.41159.qmail@web53101.mail.yahoo.com> > Natalia grumbled, hearing the phone through the haze > of sleep. Something was beeping. It was annoying. > She curled closer to Gabe, burying her face against > his shoulder and trying to ignore the sound. In > sleep there were no oddities about being curled up > together, or feeling him next to her, just a quiet > contentment not to be alone. If only that noise > would go away. Gabe eventually heard the phone, although the sensation of Natalia curling closer to him cut through his sleeping state first. He had always slept heavily through the day time and physical contact was much more unusual than external noise. When he realised it was the phone he knew he had to answer it, he tried his hardest not to disturb Natalia's sleep, rest was very important for her at the moment, but he moved to the handset nonetheless. For someone to phone him during daylight it had to be an emergenct, and if it was a wrong number, they'd soon know about it. Stood beside the bed he kept his tones as hushed as possible, "Jessie and Jay are being brought in and they are hurt?" "Are you sure Natalia is the only option, she has done a lot for us already and is not actually a guardian." "You have a civilian there too, alright, I will come and talk to him. Have someone check if my office is available and get him something to eat and drink." "Yes, I will see if I can get her to go to sick bay and check on them." "Yes, if you can get a message through to commander Sullivan that would be worthwhile. I am sure he would want to know that Dr Sinclair and Jay are back in the building." "Alright, I will be there in five minutes." As he hung up the phone he was aware that he was stood next to the bed unclothed. He headed for the wardrobe to collect some things to get dressed in the bathroom. He would debate whether to wake Natalia while he dressed. [tag?] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Aug 22 23:21:30 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) Message-ID: <082220042221.28077.41291C69000D357D00006DAD2200737478970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> As he hung up the phone he was aware that he was stood next to the bed unclothed. He headed for the wardrobe to collect some things to get dressed in the bathroom. He would debate whether to wake Natalia while he dressed. Natalia woke as Gabe moved away, her mind taking longer than she liked to actually focus on what was going on. She'd been awoken by an attack before, and usually was able to pull it together quickly. As she heard Gabe talking on the phone she stayed still, her eyes still closed but her body preparing to move. She waited until he had finished before opening her eyes and leaning up on an elbow. "Dare I ask what's gone wrong now?" The question was quiet, and she became rather quickly aware that he was wearing a bit less than she was. She decided not to let it be a problem. There was no reason it should be. It wasn't as though she'd never seen him in the nude before...it'd just been...almost a century. From jenarey at comcast.net Sun Aug 22 23:21:33 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) Message-ID: <082220042221.24531.41291C6D00029B2700005FD32200734076970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> As he hung up the phone he was aware that he was stood next to the bed unclothed. He headed for the wardrobe to collect some things to get dressed in the bathroom. He would debate whether to wake Natalia while he dressed. Natalia woke as Gabe moved away, her mind taking longer than she liked to actually focus on what was going on. She'd been awoken by an attack before, and usually was able to pull it together quickly. As she heard Gabe talking on the phone she stayed still, her eyes still closed but her body preparing to move. She waited until he had finished before opening her eyes and leaning up on an elbow. "Dare I ask what's gone wrong now?" The question was quiet, and she became rather quickly aware that he was wearing a bit less than she was. She decided not to let it be a problem. There was no reason it should be. It wasn't as though she'd never seen him in the nude before...it'd just been...almost a century. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 23 10:43:24 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) In-Reply-To: <082220042221.28077.41291C69000D357D00006DAD2200737478970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20040823094324.54184.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > As she heard Gabe talking on the phone she stayed > still, her eyes still closed but her body preparing > to move. She waited until he had finished before > opening her eyes and leaning up on an elbow. "Dare > I ask what's gone wrong now?" The question was > quiet, and she became rather quickly aware that he > was wearing a bit less than she was. She decided > not to let it be a problem. There was no reason it > should be. It wasn't as though she'd never seen him > in the nude before...it'd just been...almost a > century. Gabe looked across at her, the barest hint of pink rising on his skin in the darkness. Confused that he should be embarrassed, it wasn't like they'd been able to afford the luxury of modesty in the past. But those had been different days, wilder days. Somehow, earlier, the right thing to do had been to offer her the coolness of his body, anything to assuage the heat burning up within her was acceptable. Now... Amid the turmoil in his mind he replied, "Jay and Jessie, Dr Sinclair, have been involved in something, they were out of contact and have just been brought back in, both of them are in a bad way. They brought in a civilian," he corrected himself remembering her own position, "someone who does not know about the real world. A paramedic. I need to get down there and smooth that over. Also I want to get an idea of their situation and see who we can call in." His look said, 'I know you can help them, I just don't want to ask you to.' It wasn't meant to, but there was a limit to how much he could hide. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 23 10:47:25 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Mik=20Reed?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up (Callum, Jay, Jessie, Dave the paramedic, Henderson) In-Reply-To: <20040822051029.81715.qmail@web40508.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20040823094725.55126.qmail@web53105.mail.yahoo.com> > "That's been taken care of already, sir," Henderson > replied. "A security guard getting off her shift > notified the authorities. We were called because > Dr. Sinclair and Corporal Edwards had signed in and > were missing. I believe a Captain Tolliver has > dispatched police officers to the ambulance. > They'll be examining it for clues as to the identity > of the man who kidnapped you." "Oh, OK," Dave replied with a degree of uncertainty. Every time he thought he might have some idea of what was happening things changed on him. This guy was professional in the extreme and seemed to be in control of the whole situation. He didn't radiate that air of 'cover up' the driver had. Surely something this slick couldn't be a fabrication. Part of him couldn't forget Norm, but there was no use shooting his mouth off about it here. He'd worked in the service long enough to know that once bureaucracy was involved you kept yourself to yourself until you were making the statement in triplicate. "So, what do I do now then?" He asked. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Aug 23 15:44:57 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Incoming (Tag Gabe, Natalia, Sullivan) Message-ID: <082320041444.9293.412A02E9000877960000244D2200735834970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Amid the turmoil in his mind he replied, "Jay and Jessie, Dr Sinclair, have been involved in something, they were out of contact and have just been brought back in, both of them are in a bad way. They brought in a civilian," he corrected himself remembering her own position, "someone who does not know about the real world. A paramedic. I need to get down there and smooth that over. Also I want to get an idea of their situation and see who we can call in." His look said, 'I know you can help them, I just don't want to ask you to.' It wasn't meant to, but there was a limit to how much he could hide. Natalia shook her head, getting her hair out of her eyes. "Him again? This will be the third time in as many days to put him back together." She flexed her fingers, calling her power, testing. It came in answer to her call, but more slowly than she wanted it to. Not that she was about to mention this fact. If she was needed, she was needed. In a way it was odd and at the same time nice to be needed again. "So you're gonna play silvertongue wi' the mortal minded an' I'll go see about patching up the doctor and her boytoy..." She cracked a lopsided smile. "Then can we come back and do what we were just doing? Ya make a damn nice pillow, Luken. I'd almost forgotten that bit." She hid with the humor just how nice it'd been to be curled up with him again, how it peeled the years away. Not to mention anything else... The Russian woman glanced down at the pajamas she wore, or at least the half pajamas as the pants, rather too big for her were down in the blankets somewhere, but the top came nearly to her knees, decently. "Though your magical housekeeping is gonna have to come up with something besides silk nightclothing if I'm gonna be decent enough to wander the hallways. Not that I've never wandered through the middle of London with less on than I should, but that was after being blown through a building and a bit more acceptable." From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Aug 23 19:21:50 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Clearing Up COMPUTER SEARCH In-Reply-To: <20040821161319.51886.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20040821161319.51886.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04082311211094ccff@mail.gmail.com> > "Once we draw its attention enough, we break for the car," she said. "Let Tolliver's backup people handle this thing. This way, Ugly!" > > She continued to try to draw the creature away. > > OOC: Things are slowly quieting down here, I should be back up to steam in a day or two, right now, could EVERYONE please wind down their threads. The suggestion was made to do a timejump lasting several days, and filling it in with JP's, which would allow the characters a bit of rest. Of course no guardian ever gets rest, but still, it makes sense to give them a bit of a break. So how about when I come back, we move it on to Friday evening. That's two days, you can fill in some mild casework, clues on the big ones, character dev whatever, but we'll rest up on the combat, I get to handle this crappy work thing my boss seems to think is a requirement to getting paid, and our characters all get some rest. As far as I know this is the last thread that truly depends on me, so here is me wrapping it up. As Dalore got further away, his ability to maintain the golum got weaker, they could see it starting to slump away. Bits began to drop off it, and then suddenly the link failed, and it collapsed into a heap of mud with a sickening splat. On the far edge of the woods, Dalore reached the road.... tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. From queenortart at yahoo.co.uk Mon Aug 23 23:12:04 2004 From: queenortart at yahoo.co.uk (=?iso-8859-1?q?Queen=20or=20tart?=) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:50 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Inside the Apartment 2 - Rebecca and Jonathon [sex] Message-ID: <20040823221204.39777.qmail@web86907.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> As Jonathon came to his senses he realised that he was clutching Rebecca's breasts like a drowning man clutching a life belt. He felt a moment of remorse for the way he'd used her, but it passed like it usually did. He kissed her cheek, "Thank you" he said politely, and then moved back from her a little so that her legs could slide downwards. He reached down to his dick and grasping the ends of the rubber pulled out of her. He turned around, kicking his trousers off his feet, then pulled the condom off him, and tied a knot in it. "Er, I'll just get rid of this" he murmured, scrumpling it in his hand, feeling the moisture on his palm, and grabbing his garments on the way with his other hand went into the kitchen to throw it in the trash and wash his hands. Whilst there he slipped off his socks and shoes, and looked down at his shirt, noticing that a piece of it had been ripped off somewhere along the way. He went back out into the hallway. Rebecca was still leaning with her back against the wall. Her mind was racing savouring the feeling of exhilaration. She'd done it, she been with another man in the most basest manner possible. She'd broken the bond, Daniel was no longer the last man to have touched her, no longer her lover - this man was, albeit temporarily. She smiled at Jonathan as he approached her, raising her eyebrows in acknowledgement "better than a walk in the park?" She relinquished her hold on the wall and bent to pick up her scattered clothes but instead she wobbled slightly feeling somewhat light-headed. "I think I may need to lie down" there was humour in her voice "if that's OK with you?" "Oh I think that was much finer than a walk, - you didn't really want all that fresh air did you?" he laughed at her, then stepped forwards as she wobbled, but remembered what she'd said and pulled back. He walked past her and opened the bedroom door, then pulled the sheets back, and waved her towards the bed. "That do you?" Without waiting for her answer he went back in the kitchen and retrieved his cigarettes and an ashtray before going back through to sit on the bed. She entered the bedroom; in keeping with the decor in the hallway it looked very expensive. Realising that Jonathan was not there she quickly removed the remainder of her clothing, pulling her top over her head, slipping out of her panties and unsnapping her bra. She automatically checked her bandage, she felt sore but then again she would probably be feeling sore all over pretty soon. Satisfied that she wasn't bleeding she slipped under the sheets just as Jonathan entered the room. The sheets felt very expensive as she drew them over the tender skin of her breasts. As Jonathan sat on the end of the bed she wondered if this was his flat - he didn't dress like a man who had this much money - or style. She adjusted her position so that she was leaning on her left hand side her head supported by her hand. The movement caused a small spasm of pain in her lower back, Jonathan had used her pretty hard but she didn't begrudge him; she'd treated him as little more than a man-sized dildo. A quite enthusiastic man sized dildo - the thought made her grin wickedly. He laughed at her expression as he sat down, "You look like a woman who's been seriously fucked." Then he leant across and kissed her on the lips, and drew back again. He sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him, and undid his cuffs, then pulled his shirt off over his head. He shook a cigarette out of the packet. "You want one?" Rebecca joined in the laughter, "well I feel like a woman who's seriously shagged." She declined the cigarette with a shake of her head. She stifled a yawn and then giggled apologetically. "Look what you've done to me" "You look gorgeous" he said, surprised to find he meant it, and lit his cigarette, stroking her leg next to him. "So you enjoyed that then?" "Yes I did" Rebecca answered simply. Her eyes were feeling very heavy and the bed with it's crisp clean smell of fresh linen was very comfortable. She fought the urge to lay her head down on the downy pillows but nevertheless she snuggled further under the sheets, her skin luxuriating in the feel of them against her naked body. He pulled another drag from his cigarette and stubbed it out, put the ashtray on the bedside table, and moved under the covers with her, enjoying the sight of her naked body as he slid them back. Her breathing was slowing becoming very regular, and he could see she was going to be asleep very soon. He lay back against the pillows and offered her his arm to snuggle into. He knew women liked to snuggle after sex, and he quite enjoyed it as well although he wouldn't dream of telling any of his buddies. A draught of cool air breezed gently over her skin as Jonathan drew the sheets back and slipped into the bed with her. She smiled as he offered his arm to her; it was kind of sweet and unexpected. She moved over the bed so that her left shoulder was nestled in the hollow between his arm and his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. "Hi" she said softly. Her eyes closed again, she felt very warm almost cocooned, she could faintly smell his aftershave - a light crisp fragrance which contrasted with the harshness of the tobacco and the musk of their earlier activities. She made one more attempt to open her eyes and found herself staring into brown eyes that matched her own. It was very intimate, their faces only inches apart, too intimate really for what they had just done. They should have been sitting cracking jokes, making arrangements to go their separate ways not lying together - she didn't want to be here like this. In her mind she made the decision to sit up, get out of the bed, dress and leave but her body thwarted her plans. Rebecca slipped further into her cocoon and slept. He leant across and kissed her gently, too hosed to do much more than that right now. Jesus that had been some session! His legs were tired from supporting her weight, and he was immensely grateful to be lying down. He reached down and cupped her breast in a friendly manner, just holding it, enjoying the feel of her nipple against his palm. He watched her lying there, breathing in the sweet feminine smell of her. There was the combination of perfume and shower products and her own particular aroma. Her eyes were huge, he could hardly see the colour of them, He moved his hand upwards and curled her hair with his finger. This was nice, actually surprisingly nice. He could get used to having someone here like this. His arm moved down to her shoulder and brushed again the bandage on it. SHIT it was wet. He pulled his hand away and it was red and bloody. FUCK - Patrick was astonishingly accommodating and his cleaner cleared up, without questions, but blood on the Egyptian Linen was not on the okay list. "Stay there, don't move, don't move an inch" he said, and hurled back the covers. Then he traced over them quickly looking for signs of redness. It seemed to have escaped so far. "Rebecca your shoulder's bleeding.... Just lie still and I'll find something to deal with it." He went through into the bathroom, and rummaged under the sink. She didn't move, she barely appeared to breath. There was a first aid kit of some description under there, and he pulled it out, then grabbed a towel off the rail and rushed back. He pushed the towel under her shoulder. The bandage was soaked, and he eased it away, and then moved back in some shock as the injury was revealed. There was a bite at the base of her neck and when he lifted her up he could see where she had been stitched up on her shoulder blade. Whoever had done it looked like they had made a competent job, but it was raw and bloody. Blood was trickling from the bite. "Fuck" he swore under his breath. This looked a bit like when Sean had been bitten in the fight outside the diner. He grabbed some gauze out of the box and pushed it up against her wound. It immediately turned red, and he taped it on quickly and then went back to the bathroom for another towel. He pressed it against the wound and waited for a few minutes. When he pulled it away a small ooze of blood came from it, and the towel was very soggy. He thought about asking her if she'd go to the ER, but remembered his promise. There was obviously some good reason not to, and for her not to want to talk about it. He wondered what kind of fight a woman like her had been involved in. He got a pressure bandage, well practised in binding his brothers' wounds and dressed it carefully. It rather disconcerted him that Patrick still found a need to keep them here. He was the brother that had got away from the Bronx. He didn't take part in the fights anymore down here in the city. Or did he? She was lying very still. Very quiet. He put the towels into cold water to soak, to get the blood out, and cleared the debris away, then came back and lay down beside her. "Okay?" He murmured and hugged her. She didn't respond, not even to the hug, for a long moment she lay in his arms like a limp ragdoll and then she moved into his arms, into the hug. Her arm slipped over his back as soft as satin as she drew close, her face nussled into the base of Jonathan's neck, her breath cool against his pulse. She remained that way for a few minutes, holding him, their bodies pressed against each other. Finally she released Jonathan and pulled back. She studied his face, her eyes luminous she looked as if she was memorizing every inch. Her hand touched his face, a gentle touch, the way a mother touches the face of her child. He revelled in the feel of her touch, and mirrored it on her face. He looked deeply into her eyes, it must be darker than he thought in here, he could only see the pupils, her irises had shrunk to nothing. He kissed her again, feeling a passion growing inside him, he wanted to hold her tenderly and stroke her gently, soothing her pains and worries away. He wanted to make her feel loved. Her body in his arms felt soft, and he caressed her back, moving to kiss her neck on the other side from the wound, His penis stirred, awakening to her presence and he raised an eyebrow. Never one to waste an erection in the arms of a beautiful woman he moved his hand round to her front, and slowly stroked over her nipple with his fingertips. He was very gratified to feel it harden, and he kissed down her breastbone and across her breast and then took it into his mouth. He suckled it gently, hoping for some response from her. A deep sigh escaped from Rebecca, her hand left his face and delicately moved down his spine her fingers feather light. When her touch reached the base of his spine her finger traced a figure eight and then followed the same path back up to the tender skin under his ear. Her fingers playing across his back felt fantastic, and he shivered violently as her hand moved to his ear. Hearing her sigh encouraged him greatly, and he pulled his arm out from under her, and moved it to the breast he had been sucking. Her nipples were small and dark pink, like the colour had been concentrated into a tiny area. The shade was familiar, and it disconcerted him, he couldn't remember a woman with nipples like that, but there had been so many he might have forgotten, but the size in his hands felt just right. Small but perfectly formed. He flicked over her nipple feeling it rise dramatically. Playing for time whilst he marshalled his thoughts he moved his mouth across to the other side, and repeated his earlier manoeuvre. Feeling it harden under his tongue he found he wanted to please her, he wanted her to carry on sighing like that, he wanted to take the dark pained look out of her eyes, and for her to feel good about what he was doing. He took as much of her breast as he could into his mouth and flicked across the small tight peak with his tongue. She sighed again and it encouraged him, and he moved his hand downwards, stroking her belly, swirling his finger around, then stroked over her hip, gently, lovingly, longingly. Her fingers trailed down from his pulse onto his shoulder. Her palm made contact with the warm flesh there, her hand a cooling balm that she spread over him, feeling the muscles in his upper arm and then hesitantly creeping across the smooth skin of his chest until it rested over his heart. The touch of her hand felt glorious, and his desire rose, but there was no rush, he was tired beyond tired from their previous activities and the trauma of the previous night, and he was more than happy for this to take hours. He moved away from her nipple and kissed gently over her collarbone before taking her hand in his and lifting it to his mouth. He kissed each of her fingers and gently began to suckle them in turn. Tasting them, like a divine treat, absorbing the flavours of her skin. His hand returned to her hip and continued its gentle caress, moving down towards her knee. His other hand remained on her breast, stroking it tenderly, teasing every morsel of sensation from it, the taut flesh against his fingertips. Then he moved it to her face, smoothing along her jaw line, and then her cheeks and along to her ear. Not wanting any part of himself left out he moved his foot onto hers and ran his big toe along it. "You feel gorgeous" he murmured when he moved his mouth to the next finger. She moved slightly onto her back freeing her left arm which had been pinioned between them. Once freed she brought the arm up over his shoulder, her fingers finding the nape of his neck where they gently massaged the muscles. Her breathing deepened slightly another low moan escaping her as he played with her hand. She dropped her head, her lips made contact with his crown bestowing tiny baby kisses across its breadth. He moved upwards to kiss her then, her lips soft, malleable. He planted light kisses over her mouth and then across her cheek to her ear. Then he took her earlobe between his lips pulling very gently. "You are so beautiful, I want to look after you, to pamper you, to make you feel good." he whispered. He moved downwards again then, moving back to her nipples, rubbing them, softly ever so softly, using both hands, trying to extract the maximum pleasure for her. They were hard under his fingers, and he felt proud of himself, it felt good to be arousing her. His dick was hard pressed into the bed, he shifted slightly, changing position moving it against her leg, gently rubbing against her. "Nice?" he asked. He was rewarded with another deep throated moan as her body moved under his hands, her neck arching back as he caressed her. Her fingers, still damp and warm from his mouth found their way back to his chest, circling a nipple with ever decreasing circles until her thumb brushed gently against the small peak. He gasped at the feel of her touch, but he wanted her enjoyment more than his own right now, he knew he was on track to be buried inside her somewhere down the line, and he had all the time in the world. His hand trailed downwards over her stomach, as he kissed her neck further and wavered over her groin, before stroking her inner thigh. His head moved downwards breezing past her breasts and then kissing her navel, circling it with his tongue, biting her very gently, then moving further down to kiss her inner thigh. She was warm and soft and she smelt amazing. The small sounds she was making encouraged him further and he leaned forwards and kissed the curls of hair, running his hand down to her knee. He parted her legs very smoothly, using one of his well practised moves, kissing downwards brushing his lips over her lips, then paused breathing in the scent of her, savouring the taste of her. His hips were moving gently as he rubbed against the bed feeling himself getting harder. He moved his hands to her hips, holding her circling with his thumbs as his tongue circled her clit, and then licked hard across her, tasting her, drinking her wetness, she was like a fine wine, beluga caviar, he wanted more, and he buried his tongue in her, swirling it, licking her like a rocky road sugar cone. His nose ran over her clit, rubbing it hard, he groaned against her, wanting more and more of her, wanted her to come again, wanted to feel her writhing against him, in ultimate pleasure. He was moving his hips without even thinking now, unable to stop himself, his whole body contorting. Her hands reached down clasping his hair holding him inside her, her body moving in a slow rhythm, her moans becoming deeper and longer. He wanted to carry on, but his arousal was rising exponentially and he knew if continued there would be a whole explanation of why the sheets looked the way they did. He moved away, reaching for his trousers and pulling out a condom. "May I?" he said moving up the bed to be beside her, running it round in his fingers like a magician with a coin. She answered with a smile as she leaned over and kissed him. It was a gentle moist kiss, her tongue flickered into his mouth like a bee collecting nectar as she sampled the taste of herself. He kissed her back recklessly, enthusiastically, wanting to climb into her mouth, wanting to caress her lips, her tongue, remembering how she'd taken him in her mouth, she'd never done that before. His erection twitched again. This had to happen now, or he was going to seriously embarrass himself. "I want you so much, you are so stunningly gorgeous you know." He rolled on the condom, and kissing her again moved across her, to lie between her thighs. He gently moved forwards, entering her carefully, mindful of the force he'd used before, not wanting to hurt her. He kissed her neck and held her hips carefully, moving as slowly as he was able to. His eyes were closed now, picturing her face, imagining her expression, not wanting to risk looking at her in case the reality was not what he could see in his mind's eye. A sound of deep satisfaction left her lips as he entered her. Her arms wrapped round him, her hands caressing his shoulder muscles feeling the tension they contained. She moved with him in their slow dance, her pleasure showing in tiny flickers that flashed across her face. He felt accepted, like this was his place in the world, where he was born to be, he couldn't imagine how he'd thought that any of the women he'd fucked before were any substitute for being here with her now. He moved slowly, gently, rhythmically, feeling her around him, he felt complete. His penis swelled inside her, and he moved the pace up a little, and moved his hand to her, touching her clit, wanting her orgasm more than his own. She was special and she deserved everything he had to offer, he rubbed with a loving but steady pressure, wanting to hear her gasp with pleasure, to give her everything he had to offer. Rebecca could feel him deep inside her. Their bodies moved with a slow and measured pace, low moans of pleasure emanating from them both. She felt as if they had been like this for an eternity, each movement setting off ripples of pleasure in them both. Shed never felt so loved, so cherished. She traced her hand down his back, feeling the muscles under the warm skin and then hugged him to her. She gasped as another tremor shook her body and he smiled down at her, his hazel eyes meeting her own. I love you Becca the words brought a surge of emotion; a bittersweet intensity and she felt tears come to her eyes. He kissed them away, whispering her name his hand caressing her face. The tempo of their bodies increased, she felt as if she was drowning, she succumbed offering everything of herself to him. This was lovemaking, she thought, this how babies should always be made, like this. Rebecca didnt need to tell him that she loved him; it was evident in her face. They were truly together, in body and soul; she wanted to stay like this forever in the warm cocoon of his arms. But it was coming to an end, their languid pace becoming quicker and more urgent. She could feel her orgasm start from where their bodies were joined. Daniel He smiled at her and then buried his face in the pillow next to hers. Their bodies started to shudder together, the rays of the setting sun illuminating their bodies. Her nipples rubbed against the hair of his chest, she frowned and looked down. She could see thick almost fur like hair sprouting from his navel and rapidly spreading across his torso, then up over his shoulders and down his back. His body convulsed under her touch  bringing her closer to her final climax  every muscle in his body seemed to be moving, rearranging. Daniel she pushed against him so that he lifted his head from the pillow. She gasped as her climax took her, as the man above her changed, his eyes turning green and then yellow  the thick grey fur spreading up a neck that was thickening and elongating. Jonathon opened his eyes, looking into hers, those dark dark pupils, feeling her coming around him, the sensations pulling at him, his orgasm being pulled out of him, and he willing offered it to her, a sacrament, a gift that was hers alone. She awoke from her dream with a start only to find that the passion she had felt, the emotions that Daniel's touch had awakened were still running though her. Oh God No! she cried out, her eyes meeting Jonathan's. No her orgasm rolled over her, tears streamed from her eyes. She jerked convulsively as wave after wave of sweet pleasure hit her. Involuntarily she shared the moment with Jonathan, clutching at him. Her cries were now little more than wordless moans but inside a whirlwind of emotion held her in thrall; Daniel was still the last man she had loved. As he heard her cry, his eyes locked with hers wanting to see her pleasure, wanting to drown inside those emerald orbs, wanting to share the moment with her. But these weren't her eyes. As this woman clutched at him he felt a wave of revulsion and shame roll across him. Who the hell was this beneath him? Shit what had he done? Rebecca watched the interplay across his face trying to gather her thoughts. Somehow she'd let this man make love to her, she could feel it in her body and in her soul that she had welcomed it. The look of revulsion struck her hard, bringing more tears to her eyes and she turned her head sideways, trying to bury her distress. He doesn't love me was the first coherent thought she had, she screwed her eyes closed, NO NO NO I don't want that, it wasn't meant to be like this she argued with herself trying to recapture her nonchalance of earlier. All she knew with certainty that she wanted him out of her, off her and out of here. He pulled out of her, feeling horrifed. This was all so horribly wrong. He glanced back at her, hoping he'd been mistaken, hoping that she had suddenly changed into the woman he'd been thinking of, making love to in his heart, but she was Rebecca Drake. He got up off the bed, no words available, no idea what he could possibly say to her, and went through into the can, discarding the condom, washing, wrapping himself in a robe. As soon as Jonathan went into the bathroom Rebecca was on her feet, grabbing her clothes from the floor and scurrying out into the hallway to retrieve the rest. She paused for a moment unsure whether to just dress and leave or to take the time wash him off her. "Thanks for a great pair of fucks. You've got a great technique there," he said falling back on his usual banter. "We should get dressed and go back to the Guardians now, I've got things to do there." His words brought some comfort to her, she knew that it had become "complicated" for both of them but at least he was trying to pretend that it hadn't. She struggled to find the right tone of voice to reply, to show that she was playing the game. "Thanks" she spoke through the door to him, "I'd prefer it we went back separately, could you give me an hour" the thought of another cab ride with him was more than she could take. He came out then. "I really need to have a conversation as soon as possible, would half an hour do?" He walked past her into the bedroom, "You want the bathroom?" Rebecca nodded and darted in carrying her clothes. Turning the sink taps on full blast she raised her voice. "Well I guess so - could you call me cab?" She very quickly washed, but paused for a moment when she realised that her bandage had been changed. The realisation of how much she had been out of it frightened her but she forced herself to continue with her absolutions. Jonathon rang do