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#Post#: 206622--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Gwen
Date: June 16, 2012, 9:34 pm
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Her index and middle finger shook with the whitened stick
shaking softly with the movement before it was pressed in
between her painted lips, the ruby red staining the length as
she took a long, slow, breathy drag that was exhaled in two,
small puffs between nostrils. "These help..." Kathleen's body
slid into the chair like an anchor collapsing into the depths of
an ocean, her body slumping as the cigarette hung limply between
her lips, her head tilted downwards slightly. This whole
operation was a death wish. It was crazy... How could the two of
them ever hope to get away with this whole grand scheme?
"Donovan is always a worry..." She murmured softly in puffs of
smoke, her body slowly beginning to wind down, sinking further
into the chair, causing the skirt of her shortened dress to ride
up further. Even though she was feeling better, she felt like
all this worry and fear could be pushed back further, she just
needed that extra kick, and thankfully for Hazama and his inner
demons for she saw that bottle slid right in front of her like a
godsend.
Kathleen's hands slowly rose to the bottle, unscrewing the top
until the heavy, thick scent of the alcohol barraging her nose,
filling her mind with its scent that burned all the way to her
throat. Perfect. Kathleen used one hand to pull the cigarette
from her lips, throwing her head back with a swish of her messy
locks, pressing the bottle to her lips as she nearly inhaled the
liquid fire, pulling it away with a quick, thick round of
coughing. Whatever this stuff was, it was good. She could
already feel her anchor to reality drifting away. "Shit..." She
slurred , her head tilting back over the chair while her arms
lazily draped over the sides, ashes falling from her cigarette
continuing to burn. "That's...good..."
#Post#: 206648--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Zuerel
Date: June 16, 2012, 10:08 pm
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"Ah, you like it? It's Felipe's Kogtoa, expensive brand, and I'm
not even sure how you pronounce Kogtoa. Is it Cog-twah or like
Cog-Toah? I don't care." He slid the bottle to the end of the
table behind him. "You may want to pull your skirt down." Hazama
pulled down Kathleen's skirt while sitting near her, then
lounging back in the couch. "Y'know, I got something you might
like," He walked out of the room coming back with a bag full of
hundred dollar bills, throwing it on the table. "Here's some
complementary money." Kathleen stood at the money with her jaw
dropped. "What, not used to seeing that from a friend? Well, I
just assume we're friends, pulling off something we most will
likely die from together." Hazama, while up, took his Kogtoa and
drank a huge gulp. "Ahhhh. That's the stuff." Hazama pulled off
a quirky smile while drinking admiring the filth washing down
his throat. He looked at Kathleen and spoke, "There's only one
bed, which is king sized, since Corleone expected me to be the
only living in it. I'll sleep on the couch, I'm used to it. A
gal who's been through the things you have needs to be treated
like a queen!" He passed her a pack of smokes from his pocket
and handed her the Kogtoa that was on the table. "These two are
for you! Enjoy yourself. If you need anything just ask!" He let
out a cute little smile at Kathleen.
#Post#: 206674--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Gwen
Date: June 16, 2012, 10:38 pm
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"Expensive...indeed..." Kathleen slurred again, tipping her head
slightly so that her eyes, dazed and glazed were able to be seen
between strands of messy hair, only mildly displeased at the
unexpected touch from Hazama. Kathleen merely sighed heavily
though as she simply situated herself back into the chair,
simply...happy. She was content in this moment, between inhaling
rough nicotine and downing alcohol that would probably put her
out for days. She felt like she could do anything...and watching
that money pour, as dirty as it was, Kathleen felt happy. With
that much money, what couldn't she do? And she had Hazama to
thank for most of it...Kathleen eased up slightly more, bringing
her hand towards her lips with a slight waver before sticking
the cigarette loosely between her lips, her elbows leaning on
the table as she pressed into it with a happy sigh, her free
hand grasping at the bottle while she toyed with the lid, giving
Hazama a rare, sultry smile. Though it seemed a bit too similar
to the look she gave her clients, she had a small bit of
sincerity pitched into it. "Naaaaaaahhhh, don't worry bou' it
stud. I share a bed with men all da' time. You ain' no
exception, you're much better lookin' too. Girl could carry a
torch for ya'. You can share if'n ya want, I don't give a shit."
She laughed slowly before she popped the top of the liquor,
downing another deep sip.
#Post#: 206890--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Zuerel
Date: June 17, 2012, 2:10 am
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Hazama smiled at the fact of Kathleen being and looking happy.
"It's fine, you should adjust to sleeping alone. W-wait, not
like that! I mean, you may find a husband, but I meant in terms
of cl-" He broke off there flustered and embarassed. "Ok, fine.
I guess we can share the same bed, it's a huge bed too, so we
both have about two feet of space for both of us." Hazama seen
the effects washing over Kathleen already. "Drinking that beer
for the first time did the same thing for me. Luckily, that
thing doesn't even give you a hangover. I drank a whole bottle
once, woke up fine and dandy! That was the day I met you in the
bar." Hazama dreamt off thinking of the day. "Y'know *hic*
Kathleen..." Hazama had a strange look in his eye. Of course he
then let out a hiccup. "By the way... da' han'over ain't dat'
bad." He passed out on the couch, ruining any moment, if they
had any, by passing out on the couch, accidently kicking the bag
of money, scattering the bills all amongst the floor. He was
snoring as loud as a jackhammer. He laughed in his sleep,
dropping his fedora, and, of course, didn't even change into his
resting clothing. Hazama was charming by day, after all he was a
con-man, but he was a drunkard by night. Oh, and Hazama was
wrong about that whole 'not a bad hangover', it will feel like
thousands of knifes in your body... He and Kathleen learned that
the next day...
#Post#: 206904--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Gwen
Date: June 17, 2012, 2:45 am
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Kathleen simply parted her lips in a lofty laugh at his sheer
awkwardness within the moment, taking her cigarette and grinding
the butt against the table before she picked the bottle up
again, downing another drink with the most painful burn along
her veins, but as it burned it filled her with pleasure as well.
Sighing happily, Kathleen pressed her head hard against the
table, giggling and bubbly with the pleasure of drink as he kept
trying to correct himself. "You're shooo funnny..." She only
laughed harder as she watched his drunken form collapse into the
couch, the rustle of paper a dim sound along her hearing as she
stumbled out of her chair, giggling drunkenly as she fumbled and
fell onto her hands and knees, wobbling from side to side as she
crawled, slipping here and there before she made her way to the
side of the couch. Kathleen's arms draped over his chest as she
attempted to pull herself up slightly, only falling back onto
her knees while her head laid onto his shoulder, giggling into
his vest while one hand sloppily retrieved his fedora, crookedly
settling it upon her own head. "You're so fuckin'...-hic-"
#Post#: 207192--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Zuerel
Date: June 17, 2012, 5:22 pm
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Hazama woke up the next day, a throbbing pain in his head, he
wanted to die rather than deal with it. Looking above him he
found Kathleen's drunken lips on his, tasting the alchohol from
her mouth, twisting his head and coughing. He lightly got up
laying Kathleen down on the couch. Did she do anything to him
last night? He had his clothing on, so there goes a possibility.
"Jeez," He looked at the chair, all the way across the large
room. "How did she get to here from there?" Hazama heard the
throbbing pain in his head, falling to his kness, screaming to
the pain. He looked at Kathleen, surprisingly still asleep
during his suffering. Hazama looked at Kathleen on the floor
when he felt the saliva of his heating up. He ran up the stairs,
a clogging noise with each step of the way, to the bathroom, and
vomited in the toilet, repeatedly. When he thought it was over
he got up, attempted to walk out and threw up a little on the
ceramic floor in the bathroom upstairs. He opened the mirror
above the sink, popping open a cabinet. He grabbed the headache
pills and popped three of them to deal with his hangover. He
grabbed a towel, wiped up the puke on the floor, and walked down
the stairs, into the garage, throwing the towel in a bucket,
waiting for the puke to wash off. He walked into the lounging
room and sat. He thought of what might of happened. He thought
hard, causing his hangover to discredit the pills he popped
earlier, and attacked him like no other. He bashed his head into
the glass table near the couch, not breaking the glass, but
injuring the man alot. When he got over the pain, and the
cursing, he looked up at Kathleen who was just awaking.
#Post#: 207251--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Gwen
Date: June 17, 2012, 6:50 pm
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Kathleen woke to a burning pain. it was absolute hell on earth.
Her head was splitting open at the sides as she rolled her head
against the cushion of the couch, letting out a pathetic,
whining groan as she regretted even moving. All the sounds
around her only added to the knives in her brain, practically
bringing tears to her eyes as Kathleen struggled onto her knees
before immediately noticing her mistake. She didn't even get all
the way onto her knees before the footsteps approaching were
interrupted by an immediate gag, her hands slapping over her
mouth to no avail. Kathleen doubled over, gagged, and before she
knew it, the lunch she hadn't had began to spill onto the floor
in vicious, horrific sounds of vomitting only broken into pieces
with the momentary relapses of panting and gasping, interrupted
by the vomit once more that began to turn into stomach acid and
nothing else. Kathleen only ended by falling back onto the
couch, choking and crying at the pain shoving its dick into her
brain, shakily rubbing her hands across her lips in an attempt
to even prevent more of a mess than she'd made.
"What...the...hell..."
#Post#: 207277--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Zuerel
Date: June 17, 2012, 7:36 pm
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"Oh my god... Kathleen. Jesus!" Hazama was shocked at the image
of her vomiting all over the newly furnished floors. "Oh, and I
woke up to a weird image. Your lips interlocked with mine. Did
anything happen last night... Because I noticed last minute that
my boxers were gone. What happened?" Kathleen had looked at
Hazama sincere, before a waterfall of vomit exited her mouth.
Hazama had felt like a bastard. "Turns out the alcohol was a
bit... alcoholic? We just drank half a bottle... So that means,"
He calculated his math in his brain, by saying, "We were fucked
up!" Hazama let out a fake smile and thumbs up before he ended
up falling back, realizing his belt was off... that and his
boxers were gone. You can guess what popped out. He hurried up,
gathered his pants, and pulled it up. I will choose not to go
into details of what happened... But, I can tell you what
Kathleen said.
#Post#: 207348--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Gwen
Date: June 17, 2012, 9:38 pm
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"The hell was in that-" Kathleen was cut off as she felt the
rest of whatever her body could even produce. Laying back on the
couch, the vomit-ridden woman only coughed at the distasteful
liquid lying in her throat, gasping and coughing as she looked
in an exhausted way towards Hazama, only furrowing her eyebrows
as he spoke. "Nothing happened...what are you talking abou-"
Kathleen only gagged again as she felt the need to vomit rise
before slowly dispersing, looking towards Hazama just as his
pants fell down. But unlike she should have acted, Kathleen
simply rolled her eyes to the ceiling before closing her eyes,
practically sagging against the couch. This was what she got
for thinking she could have a few moments of peace..."Not the
worst I've seen..."
#Post#: 207358--------------------------------------------------
Re: Noir
DIR By: Zuerel
Date: June 17, 2012, 9:58 pm
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"Oh man... Well-" He was cut off by a knock on the door. "I'll
get it." Hazama opened the door to a bullet in the chest,
falling to the ground. Two men carrying tommy guns busted the
closing door open, one pointing their weapon at Kathleen, and
one at Hazama, on the floor. In the middle of the two a man
stepped in. He had a large cigar in his mouth, and was in proper
attire. "Ah, so you two are Kathleen and Hazama? Not much!
Heeeeheeeheee! I am Donovan Giovanni. You two were the ones who
roughed up my boy Vinny. What's that?" He looked at the money
scattered on the floor. "Ah... so you two were the ones who
robbed Corleone. Tell you what, if I give you two a place
Corleone doesn't know about will you give me 25% of the money?
If not I can kill you both and take all the money!" He let out a
freakish laugh. Hazama was bleeding rapidly, he muttered a word
a Kathleen that looked like 'revolver'. It hit Kathleen like a
bullet, use the revolver to kill them. Kathleen, despite not
wanting to, or killing someone before, she pulled the trigger,
shooting Donovan in the face. The guards aimed at Kathleen and
two bullets were fired. Kathleen shot the two other. She had
tears running down her face. Hazama stood up looking at Donovan,
spitting in his face. He seen her talking but couldn't make out
the words. He walked up the stairs, falling down at the top of
the stairs. He managed to stay at the top, stumbling to the
bathrrom. He pulled out a first aid kit and began his work. An
hour later he was all fixed up, and Donovan was dead. "Well,"
Hazama looked at Kathleen. "Now all we need is Corleone." He
looked at Kathlene. By his look she could tell he was hiding
something...
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