21st Century Boy (IC thread)

[Mephistophelily]

EJ stared at the monitor, reviewing some of the footage she had gotten over the weekend. Such boring stories... Mostly human interest. She wanted something big. Instead, she got the dog shows, the bike races, the world's biggest ice cream cone... Yeah, those were just great.

She paused as something caught her eye in the upper corner of the screen, slowing the footage to a dead crawl. That guy again. She had thought she'd seen him so many times over the last few days.. but figured she had just imagined it. This proved it. Someone really was following her around...

The alarm next to her began to go off, causing her to jump from her chair. Reminder to eat.... which meant another fun time in the kitchen. "Adam?" She called out for him as she stepped from the small home office, heading downstairs. "Are you hungry?"

The silverhaired man had been exploring around the house the last few days, a few cuts and scrapes all that remained of the accident, no sign of the broken arm and leg that had been in casts a few nights before. She really hoped he wasn't destroying anything in her house...Locking up the office had become a regular thing since his reaction to the tv.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Alisanta Emerau

Alisanta awoke in the "hotel" bed she shared with her master. She was quickly becoming more and more unimpressed with this new world. Her clothing, befitting that of a common whore, lay strewn all over the floor. She was sore from all the things she had done lately, as kelmnon seemed to be insatiable. At least, she thought, his life has been improved greatly here.

Sighing, she threw back the coverlet and sat on the edge of the bed as not to disturb him lest he should awake with a renewed vigor. She stroked her dark hair and soon realized she needed to move about.

Gathering herself she stood walking to the chamber pot. Or bathroom. She could see no reason for all of these amenities, as they seemed to just be a waste.

She longed for the chaos of her own shelter and the darkness it held for her yet, she and Kelmnon had been sucked into time and placed here. The man, Adamacus was powerful, yet, he was weak. Battle served to only slow him down not break him as they had thought. She wanted to search out his mind, and sitting on the cold floor, she closed her eyes, and slipped into trance. Her mind searching images, reading souls, carried over space and time. Searching, seeking, she let it run free.

Hours it seemed she sat there, and nothing came to her. She could see only a tall silver building. A woman, and a picture producing gadget she called a television.

Alisanta was not amused nor her own desire to find Adamascus sated. He would die under her own hands for the blasphemy he created bringing them all here. Of that she would lay her truths. She heard a slight rustling from the room outside and realized her master must be awake. Knowing her place, yet hating it, she returned to his bed allowing him the use of her body once again.