Title: Out of the Ordinary
Description: --Naffleness :)
Romax - July 3, 2009 06:59 PM (GMT)
At first glance, you would probably miss the man sitting in the corner booth at Mel's Diner. You would probably miss him on a second glance as well. Even if you did happen to see that he was there, you probably wouldn't really notice him. He was ordinary to the point of boring. An unexciting face, neither terribly ugly nor particularly attractive, along with an average-looking build beneath modest clothes. He was middle-aged and apparently at ease with that, wearing khakis and a long-sleeved henley, both nicely pressed, instead of trying to fit in with the younger, trendier crowd.
If, for whatever reason, you did notice him and settled in to watch him, you still wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary. He ordered a chicken and rice dinner with water and coffee and had the peach pie for dessert. He said a few pleasant words to the waitress, his gold wedding band glinting as he pulled out his wallet to show her pictures of his children. He left a decent tip, nothing extravagant or scanty, before pulling on a light jacket to leave.
Since you have, for reasons unknown, been watching this very boring man this long, you may as well continue. And as you do so, you will finally notice something out of the ordinary. The car he climbs into is a junker, not the gas-saver compact or mid-size sedan in tan or silver that you would expect. And, rather than start it, you notice that he simply sits in it. This, you think to yourself, is a touch odd.
Finally, you have a reason to continue watching. You notice that he is parked well away from the diner, but has a clear view to the door from where he is sitting. You further note that he has parked where the shadows are deepest. Since these are all a bit odd, you decide to continue watching, even though he sits there for hours, not moving, not doing... anything.
The light to the diner flicks out and you finally see movement in the car. Studying his eyes tells you that they have become intent, watching the door to the diner. You watch as well. After a few moments, a young woman exits--the waitress who served the man. Shoulders slumped, she walks towards her car with her head down, probably thinking of getting some well-earned rest.
She won't.
As you watch, the man leaves his car, his footsteps noiseless on the broken asphalt. He moves swiftly and you want to warn her, but it's too late. As she pushes her key into her car door, he leaps towards her and presses a black boxy stun gun to her neck. Light flashes and her body jitters as the electricity surges through her muscles. A gag is slapped into her mouth and her hands are tied before you can comprehend what is happening, and by then she's in the trunk and he is driving away.
He doesn't drive far, just a few streets to a ratty old motel--the kind that smells and has a skittering in the walls.
Nafretiri - July 3, 2009 07:18 PM (GMT)
Euthalia had tired of her game. The man lay on the floor, his skin in various states of disrepair, and he was blubbering, the salt of his tears stinging his wounds. Yet he persisted, though it did nothing to illicit her sympathy. His words, half-formed, were incomprehensible. It was not what Euthalia wanted. In actual fact, it was as far from what Euthalia wanted as was possible.
With a soft sigh, she sat on a small stool, looking at him like he was something disgusting stuck to the bottom of her shoe. She folded her hands serenely in her lap, and looked very regal as she looked down her nose at him. He'd shit himself recently, and it had done nothing to impress her.
"P-please..."
"Damian, Damian," she said, the way one would to a naughty child, "you have become a disappointment for me. I ask you to do one insignificant little favour for me, and you fail. I do not like failure." These last words were staccato. "In all honesty, I have been far more lenient than I may have otherwise been. Be grateful."
Damian did not look grateful. He looked like a pathetic wretch with his innards hanging out. Euthalia wondered idly how long it would take for him to die in such a condition. It bored her to think about waiting.
"What did I ask you to do?"
"L-lure... the..." The man on the ground swallowed, and tried again. "T-the... the..."
"The child, yes, yes, the child," finished Euthalia, somewhat impatiently. "And you...?"
"D-didn't?"
"That's right. You didn't. I have no use for people that do not keep their promises." Standing up, she grabbed him by the neck, crushing the scream that threatened to build. He gurgled blood and saliva onto her hands, which did nothing to endear him to Euthalia.
"Y-you said..."
"Oh," said Euthalia, her eyes wide and her mouth in a small O. Then she smiled, a brilliant, beautiful smile. "But I didn't promise." His neck made a delicious crack and he slumped to the floor. Euthalia looked at her hand, nose wrinkled, and wiped it on the bed.
She left the room, keeping to the shadows. One mortal failed her. It seemed as though they were all of them, weak. Worse, now she was hungry. The night was not going as she had hoped.
Romax - July 3, 2009 08:30 PM (GMT)
As he parked her car, Johnny could her thumpings coming from the car's trunk. Thud thud thud, pause, thudthudthud. Was she sending an SOS? Imaginative of her. Slinging his light knapsack over his shoulder, he grabbed his powerful Maglite and went around to the trunk. Popping it open, he saw her eyes, wide and wild, before neatly sidestepping as she either tried to kick him or jump from the car. He shined the bright light in her face, heard her muffled squeal as it burned eyes that had become used to the dark.
Ignoring her kicking, he pulled her out of the trunk. It was sufficiently dark that no one could see him--though few people were likely to be looking. The shitty motel's doors opened to the parking lot and he had chosen one on the back of the building, away from any prying eyes. She was still kicking and bucking as he dumped her on the bed. The heavy drapes were pulled, so he flicked the lamps on. They had no shades and the bare bulbs threw the room into stark relief. He locked and bolted the door.
There were stains on the carpet and the bedspread. There'd be even more soon. He set the knapsack on one of the chairs and tucked the flashlight into it. It had only been to scare her anyway. He wanted to take the gag out of her mouth, but the walls were thin. Even in this part of town, people might be roused by her screaming--even if they only called someone to complain about the noise.
"Laura," he said, testing the name that had been on her nametag as he began to empty his bag. Neatly, he laid his toys out on the seat of the other chair, in her line of sight. He wasn't at all surprised when she leapt up, tried for the door. Johnny caught her on the way, flinging her easily back onto the bed. He was stronger than he looked.
Nafretiri - July 4, 2009 02:43 AM (GMT)
Damian having been an utter disappointment, Euthalia stood in the shadows, contemplating her next course of action. She could always return to the club, find some trivial matter to sort out. Or she could go out hunting, something that always pleased her. The former did nothing to excite her, and the second, although amusing, would hardly vanquish the taint that had appeared on her night.
So she leant against the wall in consternation. Part of her wished she'd brought Cheveyo with her on this little foray, for he would surely have had something to suggest. But no, she'd wanted to punish Damian all on her own so as to see the fear in his eyes. It was that fear that made her feel completely satisfied with her lot in life.
Unfortunately, that fear had come tonight after a disappointment too heavy. It was part of the reason she'd been so very vicious with her wannabe protoge.
With a small huff, she pushed off from the wall and began to walk down the halls, hoping to find something - or someone - to garner her interest. Behind various doors were the sounds and smells of sex - not the sort of thing that captivated her in the least. Just as she rounded the corner, she caught sight of a man bringing a woman - by force, it would seem - into another dingy room. That same fear that had been on Damian clung to this woman's skin like sweat.
Euthalia cocked her head to the side, her small mouth beginning to smile.
Perhaps there was something to do after all.
Romax - July 5, 2009 08:34 PM (GMT)
OOC: Never expect much out of a man named Damian... :P
"Laura," Johnny repeated and smiled his nice, ordinary, husband-with-two-kids-ain't-no-harm-here smile. "I like it. Very... solid," he decided, as he pondered over what to do first. He liked talking to his girls, though he had found that they rarely had anything interesting to say back if he was given the chance to remove the gag. No, don't, please... blah blah blah, in endlessly repeating loops. So he just spoke to them instead, a sort of mindless patter akin to what magicians used to distract their audience. Not that he wanted his audience distracted, however. Instead, he believed it made them pay even more attention to his actions, not less.
He selected a linoleum cutter from his little array of tools. It had a curved blade, though that served more to be visually intimidating than truly useful. Holding it up in front of her face, Johnny was treated to the widening of pretty brown eyes and a fresh release of muffled screaming. Humming a little, he set the tip of the cutter at the base of her throat and simply drew the blade towards him, slicing easily through her plain waitress's uniform without cutting her.
Johnny was very good with knives.
She had gone still, no longer bucking or trying to kick or break the ropes or who knew what--too afraid of being cut. In fact, she seemed to be holding her breath. Gently, Johnny nudged the split uniform open, appreciating the smooth, dark skin that was revealed. He splayed his hand on her flat belly and felt the muscles in her stomach twitch and jump beneath his palm as he admired the contrast of his pale skin against hers. "Now this, I like this," he told her confidentially as he traced a fingertip around the lacy edges of her panties. "I bet Omar does too, doesn't he?" Johnny smiled at the confusion in her eyes as he mentioned her fiance. "Oh, yes, I know about Omar. You know, he seems like a nice guy. You don't find those much anymore." Johnny winked at her as he continued to caress the soft skin of her thigh. "You're a lucky girl."
