Full Moon

OOC: Hmm, I don't know what I did to my last post to shove it off the screen like that.
 
Re: Thor (not ejected, not into drugging drinks)

We're trying this again.

Thor's Hammer said:
Rubbing my eyes, I blinked again. I could have sworn that the cretin I indicated to Moon turned into a dog - and then slunk out of the door like a whipped cur. I must have had one too many Weissbiers.

OOC: FDOMK LMAOSH IGTIME ACSS (acronym for:falling down on my knees laughing my ass off so hard I got tears in my eye and can't see straight. don't worry, it won't take)

fair maid, would you risk your feet and dance with me?

Captivated by this tall dark handsome stranger, I reply weakly.....

"I would love to dance with you."
 
I smiled, and held out my hand. "Hi, I am Gina. It is nice to meet you." I was a little taken aback. This guy was so damn good looking. It had been a while for me. I seem to find companionship is the strangest places. I was only here for a while, yet I felt like this guy was someone I had to get to know....I began putting words together inside my head. I would write them down as soon as I got back to my Aunts house. I couldn't help but stare at him as they formed in my brain. "Swaying softly, to the music
Your arms like steel around my waist. the notes floating like gossamer wings around us, cloaking us in musical fog..." I didn't realize I said it out loud. He was staring at me. I put my head down, embarrassed. Then I looked up. "Sorry, It's what I do...Poetry."
 
Full (thats spelled FOOL) Moon

I then pulled my cellphone and made a call -within seconds a van arrived and a squad of black clad agents dispersed to surround the premises.I revealed my true identity as an undercover DEA agent ordered by my superiors to infiltrate the staff of this operation to investigate and possibly add to the mountain of evidence on file substantiating this operation as a known hangout for narcoterrorists and drug dealers.

At this point anyone interfering with the operation was immediately taken into custody. The place was padlocked and closed pending legal procedings by cognizant authority.

I was unable to add anything further to the evidence already on file and as far as i knew- it was all prior to the paper acquisition of the property by Moon. No present staff nor clientele were involved to the best of my knowledge.





[Edited by catlover on 10-08-2000 at 06:14 AM]
 
"There he is boys." Dr. Muffin Flaversham stated. "Be careful."

"Okay Doc." One of the big burly whitecoated orderlies said. The other one lifted a tranquilizer rifle to his shoulder, sighted down the scope, and shot our escaped patient.

"Good shot John. Right in his jugular." The other orderly said.

Together, the hustled over to the fallen an surprised escapee, bundled him up in a straight jacket and attached him to a handcart.

"This is the last time I let Dr. Lasher give one of my patients a weekend pass. I hope no one sues." Dr. Muffin muttered.

"It'll be okay Doc. We got him back. He has a nice padded and locked cell waiting for him."

She smiled at the two orderlies. They opened the rear doors of the converted paddywagon and stashed the reacquired Catlover in the back, slammed the two rear doors shut, and climbed in the front seat.

As the van drove off, the shocked, gathered crowd at the front of the bar read the words painted on the back in fascination. Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane.

[Edited by KillerMuffin on 10-08-2000 at 07:27 AM]
 
OOC: Get a life, catlover

IC: Watching catlover/Lance be carted off was a sweet relief. I will trust my instincts next time when I hire help. I approach Dr. Muffin to thank her.
 
Serenely, the owner of the bar approached me and smoothly extended her hand. "My name is Moon. Thank you for taking care of Lance."

"Is that what he called himself? He was in his DEA persona then."

"DEA persona?"

"Catlover is his name, he's a delusional paranoid schitzophrenic. Lance is DEA persona, Jack is his CIA persona, Fred is his discotech DJ persona, Manueal is his druglord persona, Blade is his Green Beret persona. He has plenty of faces to wear. I am really sorry about that. He was given a weekend pass by the head of the Asylum, since he isn't really that dangerous to others, just to himself. He shouldn't have been allowed to leave."

"No harm was done. It made things a little interesting."

I smiled at her. "Were there any damages incurred? I'm sure Arkham will pay for it."
 
KillerMuffin said:

I smiled at her. "Were there any damages incurred? I'm sure Arkham will pay for it."

"No, not at all.....would you like a drink? It's on the house." I escort her back to the bar, and instruct Deme to serve her anything she wants.....on me. Deme smiles an acknowledgement and goes about the business at hand. I introduce her to Thor, and the three of us enjoy chatting, good music, and new friendships.

- Moon
 
I smiled at the lovely bartender and requested a shot of tekillya. Moon introduced me to Thor. Sitting at the table with them, we fell into a nice easy banterful conversation. It was if we'd been friends forever, not people who had just met.
 
dansemajik said:
[B"Swaying softly, to the music
Your arms like steel around my waist. the notes floating like gossamer wings around us, cloaking us in musical fog..." I didn't realize I said it out loud. He was staring at me. I put my head down, embarrassed. Then I looked up. "Sorry, It's what I do...Poetry."
[/B]

"That's quite all right, rather flatering, in fact. So you're several sorts of artist?"

The bouncer returned from canis familiariaris yelling somthing about closing the tavern down, and then some one else arrived and took him away. Very confusing.

"Lets go for a walk on the beach, 'till things settle down."
 
Thor (wiping tears from his eyes)

Bowing to Dr. Muffin, Moon and I defer our dance and sit at the small table, sipping our drinks. Somehow, I feel more relaxed than I have in ages. New friends to push some of the old memories back into the mists of time.

"Dr. Flaversham, I'm so glad you found your patient. He seems to be dog-fixated too. Is that some sort of offshoot from his condition?" As I spoke, I thought, "I really am glad she apprehended him. In a little more time, it could have gotten ugly."

As we speak, I notice the the quiet oriental man and the woman he was dancing with slipping out the door. I sensed that he could have taken care of the cretin without assistance. As he leaves, I dip my head and let the hint of a smile cross my face - one professional to another.
 
"Well, since its a matter of public record anyway, I suppose its not violating the patient doctor confidentiality. He was arrested when he was in has CIA Jack persona. He'd broken into the kennel at the White House where the dog the President had just received was being kept. He is convinced that she's an agent of the KGB. He was caught trying to turn her into a double agent through sexual favors. Of course, the dog is male and was not interested." I paused, considering. "He was doing so well, this weekend outside has probably set him back in therapy."
 
OOC: Great twist there Muffin. One way to get a schizophrenic psycho dog man out. Make him an escapee from a insane asylum....

IC: I smiled again at Samauri, "Yes, a walk would be great." I watched the white coated men and women load the raging dog/man out to the van. I was amazed, this was such a small village(on a small island). I slid off the stool and let Sam take my hand, we passed the two monster Dogs on the stoop. I leaned over and patted one on the head. Gorgeous animals.
 
Listenig to Dr. Flaversham talk about my former employee, I shake my head in wonder.

"It sounds as though no amount of therapy will help this poor lost soul. He lives in his own created fantasy world." I state. "Good luck with him."

I turn to Thor.

"And thank you for pointing him out to me when he began leering at you. I had no idea he had such a serious mental disturbance." I lean over and kiss his cheek warmly.
 
OOC: I actually like the guy. Just if he would learn to play with others instead of just making everyone do what he wants by taking the characters over and manipulating situations to get rid of the people he doesn't want. Sigh.

IC: Moon leaned over and kissed Thor on the cheek. Was that a blush on him? I couldn't tell. I picked up my shot of tequila and casually tossed it back. Totally at odds with my smooth, professional appearance, but oh well. I'm a tequila kinda girl in Chanel.
 
he is a clone of blue lol

A bit of a flush crept up my cheek when Moon's lips touched me. To cover my confusion, I babble, "I have had a bit of experience with people in my past. Most of them were, shall, we say, less than desireable."

Turning to Dr. Flaversham, I lift my Weissbier glass in her direction and observe, "Doctor, you are, without doubt, the first physician I have ever encountered that knocks back shots of tequila. Even during my time in Mexico I never saw that."
 
Noticing the Dr.'s emply shot glass, I state:

"Would you like another, or something else to drink? After your timely arrival, please allow me. Just tell one of the waitresses what you would like."

With that I wave a waitress over, as I've finished my own Red Stripe, (minus the mickey.lol) and am ready for another. I glance over to see how Thor's drink is faring. The band only has probably another 15 minutes to play, and it would be time to close the doors in another 1/2 hour. I hadn't planned on remaining here the entire evening, but with all the events that occurred, I had no choice. Besides, I was quite please to meet Thor, and the good doctor seated here.
 
I escorted the lovly Gina past the dogs at the door, and out on to the beach. The evening was clear and crisp, the sky dominated by a full moon, illuminating the sand and sea alike.

"So, a poet as well as a dancer. I shouldn't be very surprised, as dance is the verse of the body. Have you been on the island very long?"

I felt so confortable beside her, just enjoying the quiet moments, feeling the sand crunch beneath our feet, as we strolled along the high tide line.
 
I let his words linger between us. Maybe he was a poet himself. Danse being the verse of the body. I enjoyed those words, the visions they created in my mind.

I breathed deeply the deep salt smell of the beach. I loved the feel of sand beneath my feet. I had kicked off my sandals and was holding them in my hand as we strolled down the beach.

I looked up at him, admiring once more his dark good looks(since I don't have a clue what Samauri wants to look like, I am guessing, feel free to correct my assumptions). "I am here while my Aunt Grace recovers from surgery. My home is in the Mountains of Colorado" I smiled, missing the mountains, the clean fresh air, the trees. The green.

I sighed. It had been along time since anyone had cared where I was from, or what I did. It was refreshing. "How about you?" I asked. "what brings you to this little place in the middle of nowhere?"
 
I look like me, so your vision is fine with me

"She must be a very special lady to pull you down from the mountians. And you must be devoted and loyal to come."

The moon light was playing with her features, hiding then revealing her lovlyness.

"I am from Hokido, in the north. We have a few mountians there, too. I know how much you must miss yours."

The sand seems to be leading us on with a will of its own. Where were we going? Maybe things had calmed down back at the tavern.


"I'm starting to feel a little chilly, lets return to the tavern."
 
I smiled urbanely at the offer of another drink. "No thank you, another drink and I'll be dancing on the tables." I said. "This is a nice place, I'll have to come here more often."
 
"Thank you, Dr. I have a lot of plans for it. Music for one, this island needs a little entertainment relief. And I have plans to remodel, when it begins to make some money." Looking around the still crowded room I smile. "And looks like I may have made my first profit tonight."

I smile coyly at her.

"I think I'd enjoy seeing you dancing on the tables."
 
Laughing at her last comment, "Very well Ms. Moon. More tequila if you please."

She smiled and signaled the bartender who brought a bottle of Milagro. I lifted an eyebrow. She had good taste.

Thor leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself. Still waters, I thought.
 
I nodded and we turned around and headed back to the tavern. I was in need of another beer. And maybe a danse or two. "Thank you for suggesting the walk while chaos reigned in there." I shook my head, still wondering at the antics some people get themselves into. Of course some antics were well worth the effort....

I heard the music playing as we got closer, something from Bob Seger. I think every bad that plays any type of music, always plays some Seger. I began moving my shoulders to the tune, and turned smiling at Sam, "Hey, you wanna Danse?"

I took his hand and led him to the danse floor, not giving him an opportunity to say no.

OOC: I hope no one minds me dictating what the band is playing....this is not my thread, and I don't want to stomp on any feet....
 
dansemajik said:
OOC: I hope no one minds me dictating what the band is playing....this is not my thread, and I don't want to stomp on any feet....

OOC:
Well, normally a blues band doesn't play Bob Seger, but since I can't add sound I can't very well provide the tunes. If I named off tunes you weren't familiar with, it would be tough for you to dance.....so we'll say they take requests.

I like to keep my patrons happy. :)

- Moon
 
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