Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Synesthesia => Topic started by: visualspice on April 12, 2015, 03:50:57 pm
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OOC: Tags to @Lion !
Lights breathed to the beat, and colors danced, caressing skin, illuminating the sweat of sin as fingers with neon painted nails caressed along her clothing's trim. And the microphone remained hooked over her ear and hoovering near her bright red lips as the lights all went out, and soon only the red ones along the back side of the club were flashing, moving in tune with the beginning of the next song. And a single spot light turned on, as the entire crowd cheered.
"Ra-Ra! Ra-Ra! Ra-Ra! Ra-Ra!"
Her lips itched into the smallest of smiles, but she kept her cool and she turned around in one fluid motion, finger pointing to the crowd as they all wailed and cheered and soon the super star was breaking out in her song. The one that made her famous.
"Let me be your lipstick, hold me in your arms.
Wear me, fill me up inside,
Enchant me with your charms.
Let me ride your dipstick. I know it’s got its charm.
Drive me, thrive me, it’s wanderlust. Just open up your-"
Pausing with her hand out to the ground, she sucked it into a fist against herself while drawing out the note, the song thumping into the next verse.
"Your heart. Your heart. Your heart it warms me.
Curl me, need me, press me, bleed me,
Take me down, hold me strong. Strut it up, make it sound."
And smiling, she tossed her head, dancing to the music with her high heels flashing and her hips always moving.
"Your heart. Your heart. Your heart is beating.
Stressing, caressing ever feeding. Obsolete, it’s ever needing
Until we both go… Down
Until we both go…"
And she dragged out the note while dragging down a single finger, from lips, down her neck, to the valley between her breasts and going lower and lower until she was squatting and putting that single hand over her crotch. And putting on a pair of large sunglasses that had been offered to her by an assistant, she placed them on and the song continued as she danced from where she remained squatted.
"Down. Down. Down."
And she jumped up, twirling back into the music, the lights exploding into a rainbowing carousel. ANd the crowd was jumping, singing along.
"Let me be your lipstick, hold me in your arms.
Wear me feel me on your clothes.
Impressions bleed from charms."
And smoothing a hand down her body, she drew it out to the crowd, smiling with those perfect white teeth and gesturing for them to sing with her- but louder.
"Let me be your kick trick, starting in the night.
Bending, shaking, moving fast....
"A cop, a feel.." And her hands covered her mouth after such a scandalous idea before a grin consumed those painted lips.
"Oh... it's much delight."
And with a kick, she went into the last verse, winning over the crowd as lights sparkled and dazzled and erupted from any and all crevices in the room and an old fashion microphone raised up from the stage and she took it, leaning forward to sing and scream into it.
"Let me be your lipstick, kiss me baby, please!
Take me around, on the ground,
Just don’t make me beg, baby, please!"
And shaking her hip she went on to the refrain...
Repeating the last verse over and over again, while a second pop star, and her apparent celebrity lover, T-Ate just about dry humped on the stage singing the last verse on repeat and as a duet.
And the crowd grew wild, and the entire place shook beneath it's thundering applause.
OOC:
If you're interested, the song here was written by me and can be found here (http://visualspice.deviantart.com/art/Let-me-be-your-lipstick-355945764):
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Splat!
Followed by a mild crunch and the man was down, out for the count. Trev was always sure to make every hit count. It wasn’t like he could afford to just run into a room and start shooting. Besides he didn’t have a gun and preferred not to carry one unless he could pick one up. This place was risky, there were a lot of people here and even with the music blaring off in the background, likely wouldn’t take a few dead bodies very lightly.
But this was the only place where he knew Malcolm Macrom would be. And probably the last night he’d be in town too. He was a minor drug lord, a pusher so to speak, with friends deep in the entertainment industry. He a short well-built, stocky man, with greasy blonde hair often slicked back out of his face, and was often a VIP guest of Synesthesia.
With the music blaring out on the stage, Syn was ablaze in fury. The crowd was apparently eating up whatever pop star was singing out there now. And the music was so loud that thankfully it drowned out the cries of the unfortunate thug that walked in on Trevan standing over the body of the first man he killed.
He whirled around and whipped out the saw blade from the compartment on his backpack and took off a hand first, and then cut open his midsection. The soft whirring of the saw blade remained as the man struggled to hold his belly and fell down on the ground. Trevan stepped back and let his body drop, his sneakers stepping softly around the men. The window behind him was parted just enough to serve as an escape route, and looked just as inconspicuous to passersby. That is, unless they walked headlong into the room.
The guest rooms behind the main stage, just one floor above, were a myriad labyrinth. Only in the biggest and hottest nightclub in all of Haviah right? Trev sighed beneath the wolf mask on his face, the red gems that served as the eyes flickered menacingly in the dim lighting. At least he was headed in the right direction from the men that had waited in this room.
Trev stepped over the bodies and carefully opened the door, looking around the corner and looking at the suite just down the hall. 223AD, that was the room. He stepped through the hall when he was sure it was clear and walked deftly. His clothing was ordinary, a sleeveless shirt over a jacket, leather since it was easier to wash the blood out, and blue jeans. Sneakers? Because they were quieter than boots.
He moved quickly towards the room and slowly opened the door. Two more men were inside. “What the fuck!? Boss didn’t order any entertainment up here. Get out of here punk,” one man said. Being closest to the door, it was easiest to use the door to crack him hard in the face. Trev ran at the second man quickly, sawing off an arm and another blow quickly separated his head from his body. He finished off the first man with a quick swipe of a knife across his throat.
They were armed, easily concealed weapons inside their coats and pockets. Macrom wouldn’t go around with an unarmed entourage after all. He had protection, everywhere he went. But not tonight… Trev would make sure of that.
The music still pounded heavily outside, the bass bursting against his eardrums even through the covering of the mask. He moved on through the suite, unable to stay still, as he heard loud laughter echoing from the other side of a door. “She’s a hot one, isn’t she, boss?”
“Fuck yeah. Ra-Ra’s got tits like rocks man, I could squeeze those things until they fucking pop!”
“I dunno. Her ass is way hotter. Shangri-La’s tits are way hotter. Not to mention she’s got a better voice tooo.”
“You high, Duncan? There’s no way Shangri-La’s got a better voice! Besides that bitch is way too prudish. You’d think she’d show off a little more. Maybe she’d sell more records.”
Malcolm sniffed audibly from the other side of the door, snorting what Trev didn’t know. “Ah who cares, all they’re good for is one thing anyway. I can take Ra-Ra to the top with this stuff. I got in contact with her manager too. He’s a fucking snake, so you keep an eye on him, yeah? I’ll have that cunt eating out of the palm of my hand come tonight. And maybe then some.”
Duncan laughed and walked toward the other end of the suite, going through the antechamber from sitting room that served as Malcolm’s office. “Yeah, boss. The Show is just about over now. Up next is Falinesti, some grunge band or whatever, I don’t really know. Ra-Ra should be on her way up soon.”
Trevan moved back toward the bodies and moved them over toward the first room, slinking them over and shutting the door. There was no reason for them all to just be strewn all over the place after all. Trev spotted an air duct above him and scampered up to it, climbing over a small statue and pulling himself up, sliding the grate back into place. Ahead of him he spotted the slits of light coming up from the sitting room below. And he crawled silently down to it. And from there he had a good view of Malcolm, greasy headed motherfucker.
[There’s only one entrance to the suite. Trevan came in through the window, at the other end of the suite, so they wouldn’t see the bodies right away.]
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Kiss. Kiss. Breath, and kissing some more; that was all the pair could do as they moaned and writhed, trying to have sex through their clothing. So they were sweaty from the show, and Ra-ra's makeup was smearing, she hardly cared. The trill of pleasure was enough to fuel her, and soon the pair were stumbling down the hall, fumbling to open her door but there, they paused in the doorway, T-Ate's pants down and Ra-ra's skirt hiked up high. And they were going at it like rabbits- that was, until the flash of several light bulbs made them turn.
Caught in mid-fuck, Ra-ra only laughed and gave the paparazzi who were in hiding the middle finger, before purposefully flashing them then letting her lover get back to work. It was her reputation at stake, after all, and she adored the fact so many men masturbated over her. She and her boyfriend T-Ate were pornstars in their own right, aside from just being able to sing. But now she was singing a different tune, as the bulbs kept flashing and the pair kept fucking and soon media sites were going live with their rutting. And it only made Ra-ra scream louder.
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Shit they were leaving! Trevan inwardly swore as he saw Malcolm and Duncan talking amongst themselves a few more minutes about 'business' before walking out the main door and into the hallway. He heard the voice, distantly, of a third man speaking amicably to Malcolm and Duncan and saw their shadows shaking hands in the corner of the room.
"Hell yeah man, come right this way. Don't worry you're going to love her," the third man said.
"I already do! And with the right talking, we can make this deal right." Malcolm laughed and the door shut behind them.
Fuck.
Trevan looked through the slats again and crawled on through the air ducts. The fit was a bit tight since he had his backpack on, but there was room enough for him to wiggle through. And the best thing was these ducts went through the entire guest room floor.
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Malcolm and Duncan trailed behind Ra-Ra's manager as he led them through the halls toward Ra-Ra's room. "She's top notch! She knows what's good for her, or else she wouldn't have ol' Rigby here as her manager, yeah?" He laughed as he turned to glance at Malcolm. His eyes were a bit buggy and had bags underneath them as if he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot and his forehead was coated with sweat.
"Yeah, of course. She's got to get in touch with the right people if she wants to hit the big time. I mean, I ain't sayin' she's small time, but I mean, you want to make it BIG - and I mean BIG - you've got to make the right connections," Rigby went on as they rounded the corner and spotted Ra-Ra there, making no small show of going at it with her on stage hunk.
"HEY HEY! ALL RIGHT NOW SKEDADDLE YOU PAPARAZZI PUNKS!" Rigby rushed at the people flashing their cameras and shoved them aside, parting the crowd and yanking T-Ate off of her. The cameramen groaned, some of them with odd looking objects protruding from their pants, and scattered.
"Save it for the stage buddy. Go get a cold one and you can see my girl after. Got a very important meeting." Rigby never did like that little punk, and shoved him aside, as her manager opened the door to Ra-Ra's suite and ushered her inside, and closed the door after Malcolm. Duncan stayed outside and in front of the door, smiling smugly at T-Ate, since the man still had his dong hanging outside of his pants.
"You might want to put that away and go get something to cool off with," Duncan laughed.
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"Little piss prick! Who do you think you are!? And who the hell was that guy? Ra-ra's my lover and you can't just shove me, bitch!" T'ate barked, shoving his hands angerily against the other man's shoulders while not caring his dick was still out and wagging about, and wet.
But where as T'Ate was making a scene out in the hall, Ra-Ra more or less just allowed herself to be ushered.
"Really, Rigby, you're being such a cock tease," Ra-ra went on, taking a lounging seat upon a nearby sette and lit up a cigarette. "This better be important," she breathed smoke towards his face. "Cause if not, you all owe me a few orgasms." And at that,s he grinned.
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My wasn't she a spitfire, and Malcolm smiled at the thought. And he stood behind Rigby while her manager clucked his teeth and shook his head. "Ra-Ra, you know darling, you ought to leave a little mystery to the general public. You'll sell more records. I mean really, half of your videos on the internet are you fucking that baby-faced punk. Lovers, pfffffffft! Bah, well, we've got important business," Rigby said as he turned around and presented Malcolm behind him.
"Darling, this is Mr. Malcolm Macrom, a good friend of mine. Now he's a guy you wanna meet, he's only one of the best club owners in all of Aedolis, even bigger than Syn," Rigby went on.
Malcolm came forward presenting his hand to her. "The pleasure is all mine, Ra-Ra, really it is."
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Digesting the words, Ra-ra stared back at the man cooling while exhaling smoke through her nose.
"Our acquaintances are charmed, I'm sure," she went on, nodding to him but did lift a hand back in return. Crossing one leg over the other, she took in another drag. "Well go on. You have my attention," she went on, sighing as she finally decided to close up her shirt. She supposed it was unprofessional to discuss business with her breasts hanging out.
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Malcolm's smile flickered a little as he watched her button up her blouse. Shame, those were some nice tits. But maybe Duncan was right, maybe Shangri-La was just a little hotter. There was something about a little mystery that made his dick hard - or was it already hard when he walked into the room?
"Well, I saw your performance earlier, Ra-Ra, and I have to say I'm very impressed. I mean your big, but if you know the right people, you can really go places."
"That's just what I was saying," Rigby butt-in, desperate to be apart of the conversation. In fact the man started to mix some drinks and handed Malcolm an ice cold glass of scotch. "You know the right people, Ra-Ra, and you can have the whole world eating out of your hand. Maybe even the galaxy." He laughed and stopped when Malcolm put up his hand.
"Now, now, Rigby, let's not get ahead of ourselves."
"Right, ahem, sorry. But she's got the stuff ain't she?" Rigby fixed his tie and fixed his jacket.
"I said I liked what I saw, and that is no small measure." Malcolm kept his eyes on the pop star and sat down opposite her, crossing his legs. "But I've got to ask you, Ra-Ra, do you think you have what it takes to take on the world? To be bigger than all those other pop stars out there?"
Rigby looked at Malcolm and then his rising star. He cleared his throat and interjected. "Of course she does, Malcolm."
But the other man didn't even glance at him. "I believe I was talking to her. If she can't speak for herself, then we have nothing more to talk discuss." And when he did finally look at Rigby it was with nothing more than contempt.
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Ra-ra was silent, letting the men bicker and squawk. But when finally it was her turn, she gave Malcolm the smallest and most devilish of grins.
"Be careful what you wish for. The galaxy ain't nothing, so be careful what you offer me, or you'll find yourself wrapped around my little finger while Aedolis turns into Ra-Ra land." She took in a drag. "What you ask...." And that little grin returned. "Of course I can deliver."
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Now they were talking. Well, almost...
"See I told you, Malcolm," Rigby said, steaming over his scotch. "She can handle it. Go on and tell her what we talked about it."
"I was just getting to that. Rigby, why don't you go take a walk, give us a minute."
He had to do a double-take. "What!? Give you a minute? Hey we're here to talk business, now that's what I'm here for."
"Rigby, take a walk."
"Now you listen here. I'm her manager goddammit!" Rigby's face turned red and he nearly threw his drink in Malcolm's face. But stopped short when the other man looked at him with dangerous eyes. He fixed his trousers and stood straight and he backed away. He downed the rest of his scotch and tried to make the best of the moment. At least Malcolm hadn't said no yet and hadn't walked out. That was a good sign. Slapping his hands together, he smiled to Ra-Ra. "I'll just take a walk, I'll be right back, darling. Don't you go anywhere now."
Malcolm waited until the door shut behind him, Duncan securing it from the otherside, before turning back to Ra-Ra. "Ra-Ra-Land. I have to admit I like the sound of it." He laughed and took a sip of his drink. "Now with that little weasel out of the way we can talk real business. I own lots of clubs, it's true. Even a big one in a city next over called Club Kinetic. Even Shangri-La's performed there on a number of occasions, but I think you can draw a bigger crowd."
Another drink. "I admire your confidence, Ra-Ra. But something about you still leaves lingering doubt. Something about you seems a little soft. It's a cut-throat world out there, you can't expect it to just be handed to you. So far, thing's have been good, but face the music, how long do you really think that can go on before ol' Rigby here makes off with your money the minute your reputation hits the ground? Just what are willing to do to make the world yours?" And his posture got more comfortable on that couch.
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"Soft?" she wrinkled her nose. "Sure, the skin might be but its tough and can last through fuckin' sin. Tch, what about me are you trying to critique? My life.. as I see it, is an art form, and everything I do... well.."S he chuckled. "Is my canvas. I'm willing to take on just about anything. My skills aren't just limited to paper, clothes and flesh."
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His grin widened. She was quick as a whip. "Good," he laughed. I like a woman who's multi-talented. But please don't take it as a critique. I always aim to assess my investments before I commit to them. I just want to see what more you can do. You say you're an artist. Prove it, wow me."
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At such a request, she raised a brow.
"What sort of art are you looking for?" And her grin indicated she had.. many special areas of expertise.
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Now she was getting it. Malcolm's expression did not change all the while his hard-on pressed further against the barrier of his pants. "Why don't we see if your talents extend beyond that beautiful voice with that lovely mouth of yours?" he smirked at her, meeting her eye to eye.
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She hadn't ignored the hard on. Too many men had them around her. It only made her grin.
"It seems we're getting right down to business. But if you wanted a taste of Ra-Ra, you know... all you have to do is ask." And with a smug grin,s he recrossed her legs the other way, letting him see her panties were already gone from her half-fuck moments earlier with T'Ate and well, she hadn't finished and it was kind of this man's fault. If he wanted a blow job, well...
She could negotiate it- if he could get her to really scream.
T'Ate would get angry, sure, but she banged many men before, even T'Ate's brother when they were all high on an alien aphrodisiac. That was the first time she had to get an abortion. Seems there was a limit to how much seed a woman could take in one night before any methods of conceivable birth control in the galaxy would fail.
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"Ask?" Malcolm laughed it up. " You don't get far in my business by asking. I see what I want, and I take it." At that he threw himself up from the seat and pinned her against the couch, kissing her hotly and hungrily with his scotch-filled breath. And one hand conveniently finding her moist folds and slipping his fingers inside.
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Ra-ra laughed, simply letting him all over her. Her sex was already wet, so entry was hardly a problem. What was a problem was that he believed he was in charge. Biting and kissing at his neck, she panted against him, "And like a spider,"s he purred, nails scratching up his back. "In my web you will fall." And her tongue slipped deep into his mouth as hands foun dhis pants, easily discarding his belt, and then some.
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He ignored her comment about the spider and the web. She would be his now, at least until such time when he tired of her. Until then however, he kissed her hungrily, tongue running along hers, moaning loudly as he did so. Good girl, he thought and his other hand slipped further up her wet sex until he was wrist deep, before pumping his wrist in and out of her. Once she freed his erection, he slipped it inside her, along with his moving hand.
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Ra-ra was hungry for anything. She had a sexual appetite that rivaled a whore's. So when his entire fist was inside her, she hadn't expected it and it was a welcome surprise. But once his dick was inside her, all she could do was moan loudly, finger nails digging into him, scraping at the flesh of his back as her hips bucked as the pair fucked. And through her loud breathing, she asked, "So is this how you do contracts?" she asked, still holding her cigarette as the ashes grew longer at the tip, threatening to fall.
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"Only the good ones," he said as he fucked her hard, increasing pace. To feel her nails dig into the cloth of his jacked, for he was still largely dressed, made him moan. Whether she enjoyed it or not was none of his affair, he's mail her until she was his, completely his. "You fuck like a dream, all hot inside like a goddamned nuclear reactor."
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She could have laughed, perhaps she did.
"I must be a lucky girl." She gave a smug, pleasurable smile. "And your dick's like a piston, hard and fast and pumping.."
And she dragged her lips and teeth across his, letting him do as he pleased.
"Gods.... just keep this up," she moaned. "You owe me, after all, to finish what T'Ate couldn't."
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"Oh? Is that so? Well, maybe you should get a boyfriend that can properly finish the job. He looked a little flaccid to me." At that Malcolm did stop and withdrew from her sex, turning her rather forcefully into another position, bending her over and once again slipping into her folds. Oh this was his kind of sin, indeed. He gripped her hips, postponing her harder than before.
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She laughed through a moan. God he fucked rough.
"What do you suggest I do about it? The world likes our spicy flare, and he can last for hours," she purred, finger nails gripping into the couch while her cigarette began to burn it.
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Malcolm barked a laugh. "Oh yeah? We'll just have to see what we could do about it," he purred in heat, working her hips as if their bodies were magnetic. he slowed his hips and paused entirely as a hand reached into the pocket of his trousers, and he pulled out a little vial. "I've got a little something that might make this a little more fun." It was called Slow Burn, and it made all sensations abruptly more intense, and dragged them out to a slow descent so that each sensation might be savored.
Malcolm continued to work his hips as he took one snort, half of the powder disappearing and he leaned forward offering her the other half of the vial, and he took what remained of her cigarette and dragged on it.
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She took the drugs and snorted it without a second thought.
"Seems you're here for the long one," she spoke between pants before reaching over to take the cigarette, drawing in a long drag herself.
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The Burn hit him like a flash bomb and all of his sensations exploded at once. He opened his eyes to view Ra-Ra beneath him and he grinned, taking her with increasing force. He slammed into her progressively and was so involved with what he was doing that he neglected to hear the sound of metal in metal. Nor did he see the figure falling down from the ceiling behind him and pull the bat from his backpack.
But he did feel it colliding with his shoulder as the bat knocked him clean off Ra-Ra, and he tumbled to the carpet.
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The world had quickly turned into a sensational carousel of delight. She had no words to describe it, as moans and yowls came burning from her throat. But the heat, the ecstasy lasted but a few moments as his dick pounded into her, hard and heavy. And then suddenly, there was no man ontop of her at all, and Ra-Ra sat up suddenly, in a daze.
"What the fuck?"
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He had yelped, and before him he saw wolf standing before him, eyes blood red, murderous, and every image seemed to echo. "What the! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Malcolm managed to croak out just as the wolf man walked over him. Images of him flickered in and out of focus. "A fucking wolf!?"
Trevan raised the bat and swung it down. Malcolm raised his arms to deflect the blow, but the metal simply bashed through his arm and he screamed.
"Fucking creep," Trevan growled, his voice very much sounding like a wolf's own intonations. He raised the bat again and slammed it down on Malcolm, just as the man rolled away. The bat hit carpet, and Malcolm nursed his arm, stumbling to his feet in time see the bat coming for his gut. He groaned, the breath knocked out of him, and he stumbled backwards again.
He raised the bat one final time, holding Malcolm by the throat and slamming the weapon against his head. He kicked the body away and turned to Ra-Ra.
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As high on drugs as she was, she had no idea what to make of this shit. But once the terrifying masked man turned to her, the only thing she could think of was SHIT. It was times like this she wished she had a weapon on her, but being as she was basically undressed, that would have proved difficult. And though she had a weapons stashed in the drawer of the desk beside her, when she tried to reach it, she could only stumble, swearing through her teeth as she knocked over the table lamp- and it crashed to the floor.
And a second later she heard a knock at the door.
"Ra-ra? Ra-ra is everything okay?" It was Rigby.
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When Ra-Ra stumbled away, Trev stepped toward her, though he did not raise the bat in offense. Still however, she was a witness, and there was no telling just what she would do! Then again she was high out of her mind! Trev could see the vial next to his feet and almost stepped on it. He reached down and plucked it with his gloved hand - the fingers cut off - and he sniffed.
"Ra-ra? Ra-ra is everything okay?"
Shit!
Apparently her manager didn't wait for an answer and opened the door just as he turned around. Rigby stepped in and behind him was Duncan. Duncan moved ahead of Rigby, seeing Malcolm dead on the ground and the masked assailant half-turned toward them. It didn't take much to connect the dots just as Duncan pulled out the gun from beneath his jacket and aimed it out toward him. The bullets came flying, the suppressor making a soft fwiiip sound as Trevan ran for the desk, which just so happened to be where Ra-Ra was.
He made a flying leap, as bullets ripped through the wall, trying to follow the assailant's path of landing. Trevan landed on top of Ra-Ra, half covering her with his body, but he wouldn't stay in that position for long as Duncan came rushing at him from the side. Rolling to his feet, Trevan flipped the desk over and shoved it into the bodyguard, and he leapt for the other door into the suite, running for the window at the other end.
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What happened next had her screaming, for a mad wolf was on top of her, and all she could relay in her state was that she was about to die. Even the blunt sounds of bullets had been lost, and she hadn't realized just how close she was to being shot and killed herself until the wild animal rolled away. And even then, the bullet holes in the sofa outlining her frame were lost to her as she lay there, world whirling before she screamed.
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Trevan ducked as the bullets sailed toward him, and when he heard the click of an empty clip, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned about, slamming a foot square in Duncan's chest, and bringing the bat up toward his face, slamming him upward against the jaw. But there was no time to finish him off, as he heard the voices of more men running down the hall.
He turned around and bolted for the window, promptly throwing himself out of it and into the night. He desperately clung to the ledge, holding himself up with one hand and slipping the bat into the holster of his back pack, trying hard to shimmy across the ledge.
And he dropped down to the ledge below and pressed against it.
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Ra-ra's room back stage was alive. Not only did the bouncers arrive ready to kick some ass, but the police were entering just behind. And while this was all going on, someone calling ,"He went out the window." Ra-ra felt a little bit dizzier, a little bit lost and before she could be questioned, she passed out on the couch.
Rigby naturally told them it had to be shock,a nd went on to tell his story, and soon all of hte men were scrambling to check out this window, hoping to catch any signs of the masked wolf vigilante.
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Authorities were swarming the place. It would be too easy to get caught, looking for a guy with wolf mask on just gunning it down the street. And just to be sure, yup, there were Pilots on the scene too. There was no where to run, at least no for a while.
Trev slunk into a nook against the back alley of Syn for hours, and he felt his entire body growing stiff. At least he'd had time to stash his mask away and shrink his bat down to size. When a car pulled up through the alley, white with gold trim, and soon he saw the back entrance open, and Rigby step out.
Trev held his breath, peeking around the corner and slipping out just in time to crawl underneath the car. Thankfully it was high enough to hold him. He slipped his hands into the only safe ports he could find and waited.
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Their conversation would be muffled form his position, but when they arrived at Ra-Ra's flat, the pair were arguing as the clicking of Ra-ra's heels were heading away.
"Rigby, it doesn't matter, okay? Fucking listen to yourself! The contract is null, void! The man is dead. And I don't want to deal with this right now, okay? My head is pounding and whatever the fuck he let me snort is still messing with my head." As if that wasn't obvious by the way she was walking towards the door.
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Rigby tried to hurry to her side. For even drugged she could walk awfully fast. He hovered an arm over her shoulders, though he didn't rest it on her just yet. "Well, yeah, he might be dead. But don't you think that associates of his are gonna look at his last moments and think that maybe we had something to do with it? There could be repurcussions for shit that was beyond our control, but they won't give who hokies about it, Ra!"
His voice licked with desperation, and the clammy look and the bags underneath his eyes gave way to it. Of course by "we" he meant "me", but why shouldn't he share in the alarm in this moment. It was one the drug so easily seemed to deflect. It was futile he knew...
Rigby supported Ra-Ra up to the door, whether she wanted to or not and opened it for her. "I don't think that bodyguard of Malcolm's was too hurt, thought he may never eat right again. Maybe they can slap a prosthetic jaw on him. Hopefully he can give the authorities something good about that crazy maniac in your room. How did he get in there anyway? Oh, nevermind. I guess it doesn't matter now. But for one thing I'm gonna up security detail! This kind've shit can't happen again!"
He wouldn't admit that much of it was largely his fault, his rising start didn't need that kind've talk right now. She was so shaken up, and dizzy, the poor thing. She needed someone to support her... But maybe another time. Rigby wasn't thinking well himself these days.
Setting her down by the sofa, he let go of her and moved toward the door. "You lay low for a bit, Ra-Ra. You're shaken up, yeah? Yeah. You need your rest. I'll call you in the morning all right." And with that he about faced and walked out the door, locking it behind him.
Trevan had slunked down from the beneath the car, rolling away from it just as it peeled off the curb. So that was Ra-Ra... Famous pop star, or something. He didn't know, it didn't really matter to him. But he had to know if she remembered anything, had seen any sort of defining traits. He knew he was only setting himself up for trouble, but with everything that happened tonight, there were worse things.
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The only thing Ra-ra wa remembering was what she had for dinner, as it ended up in the toilet. She hung over it, groaning. Whatever it was that Rigby gave her....
Well, she couldn't do anything about it now and was so exhausted she found herself beginning to fall asleep with her head resting on an arm, that was resting on the edge of the toilet seat where puke was dribbling down the side.
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The apartment layout was sprawling but not difficult to navigate. She did well for herself, Trev thought. Certainly more than he did repairing engines and it seemed every month rent just got a little higher. Fuck, maybe he was in the wrong business.
He held his breath when he heard gagging and stepped across from where he was toward what he only could assume was the bathroom. She was puking up boots from the sound of it! He stepped in, the sight not quite pleasant, and he scowled. Just like a pop star whore, passing out in her own puke.
Trev was as quiet as he could be and stepped in beside her, gently cleaning her mouth, ignoring the unpleasant smell. He slowly moved her, lifting her up and dragging her to her bedroom, and laid her gently on her bed.
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Once in bed, she made a few noises and suddenly had her arms hooked around one of his, hugging onto it as if keeping a teddy bear in a judo hold.
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Trevan gulped when he suddenly jerked and felt the pop star's hold on him was secure. Dammit!
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As she nestled in close, she could smell the musk of a man. And whatever lingered of the drug, and her body- still unpleased, made her hips lightly grind against his side as her soft lips trailed against his neck, and soon she was softly trailing kisses.
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From her reaction it was clear to see she was still higher than a Haviah skyscraper. Trev gently pulled his arm away from her, gently slipping out of her hold, despite her drugged, eager attentions. She was high out of her mind. If she would remember anything it wouldn't be credible or lucid. Trevan covered her with a blanket before stepping quietly out of the bedroom door, shutting it behind him.
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And without a man in her embrace, Ra-ra had only a pillow to kiss. Somehow, in her state, she knew it wasn't the same and eventually began to snore as she had fallen asleep, again.
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In the morning, Rigby had let himself into the room. "Ra-ra?' he asked. "Ra-Ra! Darling! Are you all right?"
He stepped in toward her room and found her still sleeping and suddenly went quiet. He went into the kitchen and fixed a hot cup of black coffee, and coming back into the room. "Ra-Ra. Are you still alive?" And roughly shook her shoulder.
Just in case.
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And that's when she gave a hard shove to him.
"Cut it out, Rigby. Can't you see I'm sleeping off this hang over." And she turned over to lay on her belly and covered her head with a pillow.
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"Oh good, you're not dead," Rigby sighed and sat down beside her bed. "Ra, darling, you've got to get yourself together. And fast. No doubt authorities will be swarming to ask you what happened."
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Ra-ra groaned.
"Can't you wave them off or something? I really can't handle much right now. Unless you got some Pink." That drug was such a good pick me up.
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Rigby huffed, rubbing his face. He didn't like her on the Pink. He supposed she was loopy anyway most of the time, so what difference did it really make?
"Here. I've got a sniff or two worth," he said, and pulled some from his coat, presenting it to her. "But you drink that damn coffee, woman. They're coming anyway, and you'll have to talk to them whether either of us want it or not."
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She didn't waste any time and spilled the dust on the coffee table out in a line. Bending over, she got to one knee, pressed a finger over one nostril and snorted down the dust. She felt the rush trickle through her, burning at first but warming all the same. The rush was always the best part. Too bad it didn't last long enough.
She wiped the dust away from her nose and stood up, bracing herself on the couch.
"I'm going to get some air."
And she made her way out onto the balcony, where the static air of Synesthesia greeted her-
and also the flash of a few cameras. She winced, and moved away so anyone with a camera couldn't see, but already ads were flying up in the papers about her- which she could hear popping up in some of the apartments registers below.
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[They're not after Synesthesia. They left after and went to her apartment]
Rigby pulled her back out from the balcony. "Ra, darling, you can't go hiding now. You need to talk to the guards." There was a sudden knock at the door. "they're here. Now please Ra-ra, try to remember!" And he went to get the door.
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She wished Rigby woulda left her alone, grumbling as she rubbed at her temples and was ushered back inside. As she did so, she snatched a pair of sunglasses from the table and picked up a drink with a straw in it on her way over. Taking a sip, she looked to Rigby with a crinkle of her nose.
"Memory is a fickle thing," she said, and turned to open the door.
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The Detective Inspector didn't bother asking if they could come in as they burst through Ra-ra's door once she opened it, ushering past her. Rigby jumped frankly, rushing to his charge, and pulling Ra-Ra aside. "Gentleman!" he quickly said. "Please, have a seat! Ugh, can I get you two anything? Some..some coffee?"
"No, thanks. We're just here to ask Miss Ra-Ra here a few questions about what happened? Oh, where are my manners, I'm Detective Inspector Robergren, and this is Inspector Connolly. " And they both produced badges, and flicked both of their wrists to show their scanners.
"Oh, we'll do what we can to help. Won't we Ra, darling?" Rigby smiled sheepishly and frowned a bit, looking at Ra-ra, and nudging her. Instead he put his arm around her shoulders and moved her to sit, before going back to the door and closing it.
"Well, yes. Miss, what do you remember about what happened yesterday at Synesthesia? Please take your time and try to be as clear and as concise as possible."