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| That's the Way I like it; Tell me I'm your lovin' man (Solo) | |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:50 PM Post #1 |
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Well, it’s official. I’m walking in circles. Betty sat down on the sand and taking a sip of water. She cupped her hand and poured some in for Roman. Adventure was starting to become tedious. It was hot all day, cold all night. The desert was filled with radiation-pumped monsters and bad people who were under the (not necessarily inaccurate as her internal narcissism told her) impression Betty would make a great fuck, slave or meal. Or any combination of the three. It’s as if I’m a just character written by an author with a twisted sense of humor. Oh that’s silly. She was definitely getting sick of the grind. If there was a great big omnipotent author in the sky, they were probably having a good chuckle with their other twisted author friends. Betty had no idea who this was or if they existed, but she was starting to believe they were a total bitch. “Well, no use complainin’ about imaginary authors. C’mon, dog. Let’s keep on wandering. Circle’s ain’t so bad. Maybe we’ll find someone with a map. One that doesn’t immediately look at me and imagine my worth as a slave.” Betty said, scanning the landscape. Maybe she was just going insane, but it all looked familiar. As if she had passed it before. She shook her head. Everything had started to look similar. “The desert is no place for a lady. My mama used to say that a lot, y’know Roman.” Roman looked up at her inquisitively. Damn dog. Maybe she’d have to spend some time teaching him how to speak if she found civilization again. |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:50 PM Post #2 |
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It was official. Betty had seen everything. And not just once, either. She was almost confident she had managed to traverse the desert three or four times since leaving Bucket Town. She was starting to think her inner compass had either broken or never existed. All the rock formations looked the same, all the cactuses looked the same. After a while, all the clouds looked the same, too. That wasn’t much of a feat, though. There weren’t any clouds. “This blows.” Betty stated, to no one in particular in her ‘outdoors and frustrated voice.’ She kind of wanted to throw a tempter tantrum. She decided on eating, instead. Temper tantrums probably wouldn’t do much good if there wasn’t anyone to throw them at. She was unsure on how you’d actually ‘throw’ in the ‘pitch, chuck, heave, fling’ sense—but she was fairly confident she would find a way if nessicary. Plopping down on the sand, she pulled off her bag. Roman, after scouting out the area, walked over and decided to do a little plopping of his own. He panted and drooled a little on her leg and he rested his head on it. Betty warded off the initial disgust of ‘doggy drool running down my calf’ and got out her water again. It was beginning to run out. “I was hopin’ for a more glamorous death than dyin’ of thirst in the middle of a desert.” Betty said, sighing and putting it back in her bag. Roman lifted his head, opened his mouth and spoke. “Looks like an angel lost her wings and dropped into the desert.” |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:50 PM Post #3 |
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Now, she had been hit on many times before, but this was the first time she had heard innuendo out of any member of the ‘canus’ family. While she had been ogled by men who could’ve passed for bears had they been wearing fur coats, this really was a first. “What did you say, Roman?” Betty inquired, half nervous. She was losing it. On second thought, she wasn’t losing it. She had already lost it. Whatever ‘it’ was, it was currently somewhere lost with the numerous salt shakers of her youth and the hideous orange socks her Grandma had knitted her at one time. “Roman? My name ain’t Roman, babe.” Roman didn’t move this time, his mouth didn’t even open. Okay, so it’s not Roman. Maybe it’s a ghost. “Uh...Hello? Where are you?” Betty called, unsure where the sounds were coming from. “Right behind you, sweet cheeks.” The voice said. Betty looked up. To her surprise, she did not see a ghost. Or even a moderately transparent Ghoul. It was sort of a disappointment. Instead she saw a middle-aged man with greying hair and a charming smile. Well, charming but not handsome or even remotely attractive. Not exactly ugly, but just not appealing to Betty. Sort of paternal with a dash of dirty old man. Behind him was a very impressive bodyguard who partially eclipsed the sun. |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:51 PM Post #4 |
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Betty suppressed the urge to scream and run away. That had never worked well. Besides, didn’t look like a slave trader or someone who was trying to eat her. Most people-eaters didn’t have bodyguards. “He-ha-ho...H-hello!” Betty said, struggling to find a beginning to her sentence. The man laughed heartily and smiled even more. “Well, you’re cute, too. Not just gorgeous. Just what I’ve been looking for.” The man said, smiling and holding out a hand to shake. Betty nudged Roman off her legs and stood up to take his hand. Roman huffed indignantly, but he didn’t seem too horribly concerned by Mr. Ever-so-Slight-Sleazy. That was a surprise. She took his hand, and he lifted her’s up and kissed it. “I’m Leopold Price. And who are you, my darling?” “Betty Brown.” She was much more confident in this answer. If she knew anything, it was certainly her name. “Ah, it alliterates. That’s lovely.” Price said, finally letting go of Betty’s hand. “Would you like to sit down and have a drink, my dear lady?” |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:53 PM Post #5 |
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It turned out the bodyguard had also been eclipsing three other people, who joined them for a mid-day drink. Ari, Ferrell and Connie. The alcohol didn’t seem to be cheap stuff, either. She couldn’t exactly remember what it was, but she was under the impression it might’ve been whiskey. Though, that didn’t sound right. It was far too grapey. No it was...wine! Roman sat by her, eyeing the crowd warily, but he had yet to rip out any throats. Good boy—making friends. Or at least not making enemies. The conversation finally picked up after a moment or two of awkward sipping. It was strange, but all the travelers seemed far too glitzy to be regular people. Plus—they had horses. She was filled with burning curiosity—or maybe it was the sun. Either way, she finally spoke. “You don’t seem like regular desert-folk. What do y’all do?” Betty inquired. Connie piped up. She was a matronly looking woman who was dressed in a gettup Betty could only describe as ‘fashionable.’ “We’re talent scouts.” “A talent scout? For who?” Betty inquired. Her idea of what a talent scout was a thin one at best, but she refrained from asking. “Me.” Mr. Price added. “For what?” Betty finally asked. She was starting to get the feeling she was going to be playing the guessing game for longer than her mind could handle. |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:53 PM Post #6 |
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Instead, she got a quick and straightforward answer from Ari. He was in his late 20’s, fairly handsome and ‘exotic’ looking. “A pinup magazine.” Betty let that churn for a while. First, she attempted to remember what a pinup magazine was. After a minuet or two of intense thinking, she remembered. She had seen them plastered to the walls of many, many of her friends. Bikini and other sexily clad women. A talent was gift or ability. Scouting was looking. So, they were looking for girls whose talents included sporting sexy outfits. A magazine was a circulated piece of literature that was mostly pictures. “Oooh! I get it now.” Betty said, clapping her hands happily. Ferrell whispered something to Leopold. He shrugged and whispered back something that sounded like ‘That doesn’t matter’ and ‘It’s better that way, anyways.’ Who knows what they were talking about. “So, what are you doin’ out here in the dick-lands in the middle of nowhere?” Betty inquired, asking her last question. With any luck, they’ll explain themselves entirely. “Following you, actually.” Ferrell said, smiling. Ferrell was in his 30’s, dressed snappily and had an air of extreme intelligence about it. Maybe it was just the outfit. “Me?” |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:53 PM Post #7 |
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“Oh, we all saw you in Bucket Town at that auction. We were actually heading towards Atlanta, but we stopped in that podunk town for supplies.” Connie said, smiling brightly. “We all immediately though, ‘Wow. What a beauty. And a great set of knockers, too.’” Ferrell continued. Betty was starting to believe the group all shared a mind. They kept completing each other’s thoughts and sentences. They went on to explaining how they had been following her for several days now, trying to catch up with her. It was creepy, but they were rather devoted and determined individuals. Truly going above and beyond the call of duty. Not many pinup magazine owners would follow a girl across the desert for 3 or 4 days. After the story, Betty took a large gulp of the wine. It was sour and grapey, a bit like rotten Kool-Aid. She hadn’t decided how she felt about alcohol yet. She liked the tingly sensation, but she still had to work on the taste issue. “So, why y’all following me?” Betty finally asked. It would’ve been rude to interrupt them during the story. “What else would we be doing. We’re offering you a job!” Ari exclaimed, walking over and placing a hand on Betty’s shoulder. Now she was less confused, but much, much more surprised. Today was so far a really weird day. |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:54 PM Post #8 |
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They all looked at her expectantly. She looked back blankly. Their expectant looks got even more expectant. “So, are you in the market for modeling work?” Connie urged. “I...I don't know what to say. This is certainly a first. I really have never had anyone offer me a job in the middle of a desert.” Betty said. “This is an entirely new experience for me. How do I know you ain't manipulative perverts?” “We are manipulative perverts.” Leopold said. “The ones who hide that fact at the ones you gotta worry about, deary.” Connie said, nodding. That certainly sounded reasonable. They certainly didn't look dishonest. “So, what do you say, Betty!” “What do I say...What do I say...Here's what I say to you, sirs...” |
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| Clearing | Aug 27 2009, 08:54 PM Post #9 |
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Betty paused. They looked on with excited expressions. She really didn't feel like she could possibly say no to them. They were so enthusiastic and energetic. She liked them, for some reason or another. “I'll...do it!” She said. All of their expressions went from expectant to ecstatic. After a round of enthusiastic round of hugs and the bodyguard poking his face into her cleavage, they went onto discuss plans and contracts and photos and outfits. It was way over Betty's head, but it sounded so interesting. After a while, afternoon set in. Everyone wilted slightly. Conversation sloped down to essentially 'Damn. It's hot, isn't it?” 'Yeah.' Finally, the bodyguard had the good idea to head back to Bucket Town. The explained something about wanting to get photos as soon as possible, and they were apparently in a inn or something in Bucket Town. Or something. Definitely something. Before she knew it, she was on a horse. With her dog following behind. Going to Bucket Town. To be a pin-up model. “Gee Whiz, eh Roman?” Betty said, looking back at Roman. He seemed right at home among the horses. Maybe he was a herder's dog at one time. Either way, he looked delighted. I'm pretty delighted, too, I suppose. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 27 2009, 09:19 PM Post #10 |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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