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[Gein]

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Warning: The Role Play you are about to read may contain strong language.

Date: July 13th, 2007
Time: 10:15 am

It had some how become a routine lately, this docile and oh so idyllic life of mine. Sitting here, watching as the pretty little birdies fly overhead and take aim of the blue haired woman below them as they release the chambers of their buttocks and drop their load. It was interesting to say the least, it was like their own version of world war two, the birds the Germans, tick ridden and small brained, as the blue haired grandma represented the crooked tooth British. Stubborn, hard nosed and thinking they know better until one of the bombs hit a tea factory or two. Thrilling.
I shuffled slightly in the deck chair, trying hard to find comfort upon the seemingly damp cushion that was drenched with the cocktail mixture of dew, alcohol and bodily sweat from yours truly. Lovely, I know. I could feel the material clawing at my bare, naked flesh as it itched at my shirtless back, my legs only to feel nothing less as it was put through the same ravenous torture. I didn’t stir however; I didn’t have either the energy or the will to think about moving, so I lay still upon it in nothing more than a pair of dirty grey boxers to cover me from the prying eyes of my neighbours. I had kept my attention directed to the view before me, allowing my eyes to trail over the newly coated railing to my third floor balcony as I peered through the acid burning of my reddened eyes. The sun had come up hours ago, something which I hadn’t seen done for the longest of times, t’was a beautiful sight, so pretty and idyllic, like trea- Yeah. It was a sunset, nothing more. I leant my head a little further back on the sun lounge, pulling my sore eyes away from the blank abyss in front of me as I gently begin to close them to, my chest only to rise heavily as I take in that one great big breath, before taking it away from my body like a spoilt child as I exhaled quickly.

“You know. If you really wanted to stand there with your mouth wide open; gawking at me as you seem to love doing just lately instead of what I pay you for. You could at least have brought me a drink.”

I could feel the glow pour from my thin lips as a smile tugged harshly upon the corners of my mouth. She had always been one of those women that thought they knew how to stalk someone if they needed to, and often thought about taking a job in the FBI or CIA because their stealth was unmatchable to even a cat. They may have the devices which often gets confused with the fluffy feline’s, but they sure as hell weren’t the same.

“How’d yo-”

“If you want to try and sneak up on someone, you may want to re-think your dually task of bathing in that God awful perfume of yours.”

I could feel her eyes bore into the back of my head, her lips pursing in agitation as she wonders back to the moment when she came to me, met me and decided to take on the job, hoping she could change me along the way as she became my house keeper. Bless her cotton panties. I kept my head firmly back onto the green cushion of the lounger, not wanting to continue speaking with her, and the conversation that was surely to come with it: “Why don’t you go out?”, “Why don’t you get a job?”, “It would make things easier for me if you did this, that, the other”. She always seemed to fail to realise that I was financially sound, that I didn’t like the company of other people unless she was an exotic dancer, her body squirming, dipping and diving as she allowed her curvaceous body to dance around my pole. Women.

“I thought I might tell you. She called again.”

Eh? She? There’s a number of she’s that could come to mind, however, call? I never give them chance to get my number, so… how? Wait. Hold on. She didn’t start on the path of me being a lazy son of a bitch with no aim in li- and, well, you knew where I was going with that? Her voice was rather calm to say the least as well, her accent some how bearable to listen to for a change too. I feel my eyebrows begin to furrow slightly as I keep my head remained back on the lounger, not wanting her to know that I was in the least bit slightly interested as to who ‘she’ was.

“… and I don’t think she’s planning on giving up any time soon, either.”

I place my large hands onto the sterling steel arm rests of the sun lounge, my body soon only to pull itself forward as my back peeled away from the itchy material from which I had been seated on since 4am this morning. I turn my shaven head toward her, my eyes lightened with curiosity as my sore, grey eyes rest upon her body. She was leaning in the doorway to the patio doors, her arms crossed just below her robust chest as her hair dangled limply from with its constricting bobble, a few stray strands of hair golden hair of which only to sweep in past her finely chiselled facial features as her own grey eyes lock onto mine.

“Who the hell are you on about?”

She smiled deviously to herself, her eyes glowing with pure delight as she felt my attention and curiosity bleed into her hands. I watched on rather bemused as she gently flicked hair away from her eyes which were lined with a thin line of eyeliner, bringing somehow a brighter glow to her face. I began to feel my hand slip upon the steel arm rest, my body beginning to shake under my fatigue as Jessie slowly peeled her body away from the comfort of the patio door and slowly, step by step she took a seat on the chair next to me, allowing me chance to collapse back into my own sun lounge as I kept my eyes firmly fixed on hers.

“You'll know tonight when you meet her at the bar around 9.”

I opened my mouth, the words ready to pounce from within as I was about to speak, shout at her for arranging something which I had not wanted her to arrange in the first place... but it was all for nothing. As I found the energy to muster up opening my mouth, she had slipped by me, gently sweeping past my hand that hung over the edge of the arm rest as her perfume invaded my nose once more, before disappearing behind the blinds that hung by the patio doors. I shake my head gently, making myself comfortable upon my seat once more as my mind turns over. She? She? Who?... I suppose at 9pm, things will make themselves clearer...

TBC

[Gein]

Date: July 13th, 2007
Time: 21:54 pm

It had taken Jessie nearly all day to convince me to actually go and do this damn thing, meet the woman which had seemed to have made quite an impression on my house keeper. But why? She had never been one for the girls I had associated myself with, so what made her so special? I could feel the rush of the mid evening air collide against the plastic of my black helmet, as though trying hard to push it away from my head, before taking that cheap shot in the face as it curled up its fist and delivered the blow. I just put my head down a little further, my hand pulling further back on the throttle of my 1956 Harley Davidson as the engine burst into a fierce roar. I was late to say the least, and although a little part of me wanted to get there in time before she left, the other more dominant side of me sat smugly in the back of my head, knowing all to well that she wouldn’t have left the bar without talking to me, she had waited this long, what’s a few extra minutes?
My eyes slowly began to depict the small gravel parking lot to the bar which to say the least had seen better days. Its roof was patchy from the sheets of metal that attempted to protect its precious contents from the vile weather, the wood, scuffed and damp from the years of neglect, the doors hung limply from its rusted hinges as the windows remained as dirty and as ugly as the whores that went here. But it was the home that I loved. I released my grip a little on the bike, allowing the growl to turn into an innocent purr as I slowly worked my way around an old, rusted pick up truck, the engine soon to die as I pulled the keys out of the ignition and leant back a little on my seat, allowing my body to straighten for the fist time in ten minutes as I place my large fingers under my helmet and tug at it just enough to pull it free from my head. I had only held it for a small moment before dropping it onto my bike and giving me the freedom to place my hands back onto the tank in order to give me enough balance to swing my right, leathered leg from over the beast, placing it onto the gravel below my steel toe capped boots with certain ease as their bones crunched beneath my boots. It wouldn’t be long before the keys were carelessly thrown into my helmet, my hand soon to pluck it from my bike quickly as I turned to face the bar’s door… entering to meet the enigma.

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Sweat, booze, blood and cigar smoke. The scent alone would make any stranger feel queasy, but as the vile smell invaded my senses, I stepped back and took a deepened breath of gratitude. If only I could bottle the stuff! I allowed myself to hover by the door silently as my eyes slowly flickered between each of the customer’s faces, noting the new scars and the new tales that would surely accompany the haggard faces of those that had sat silently on the same bar stool for 30 years now. I smiled faintly as Garth noticed me from behind the bar, his arm raised high in the air as though to high five me from where he stood.

“G! Where’ve you been hiding that ugly mug of yours?”

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I allowed but a sympathetic laugh to escape my lips as I forced my right leg forward, my body only to haul itself steadily from the door behind me as my right hand continued to grip the strap of my helmet. I was careful to watch each step that I took, missing the flying fist of a card game that had some how gotten out of hand, the needy hand of a fallen drunk that had somehow found himself on the floor with a women’s coat that he believed to be his long lost dog, Princess. It didn’t take me long to cross the creaking nightmare known as the smoking barrels to reach the edge of the bar, my arse soon only to find comfort upon a red and dusted stool beside the bar as Garth floated over to me, the same slack jawed grin I had seen him with six years ago still plastering his aging face as his overly large body floated over toward me.

“Usual?”[/i]

He lifted his arm to retrieve a glass from the shelf above us when I stopped him.

“Not tonight. I’m looking for someone.”

I watched as his large, tattooed arm went limp, realising the temporary hold he had upon the glass as his sunken blue eyes rest back down toward me. I place my elbows onto the alcohol smothered bar, Garth only to mimic my action as he leant forward to find himself a comfortable position.

“I thought you were over that sort of thing. Does Jessie know?”[/i]

I felt my left eyebrow arch instinctively toward my old friend, rather annoyed by his question. Jessie wasn’t the boss of me, and she certainly didn’t have a say in what happened in my li- well, excluding this occasion. Fuck.

“She made me. No. I’m supposed to be meeting someone, as anyone asked for me? Anyone you haven’t recognised before?”

His eyes glazed over for just a moment or two as the hamster began to run on its wheel, his memory racing back to the faces of the night and the person I was asking for. It wasn’t long before his chubby right index finger would erect before me, his head only to swerve back in my direction almost as quickly as his long, grey hair battered against his old, stubble filled cheeks, smiling as he had always done.

“Now that you mention it. I saw a young woman come in here earlier, around 5’7”. She didn’t say much mind, just came in and took a seat in the corner over there… sucking on a cigarette.”[/i]

He had motioned toward the far end corner of the room, his elbow still stuck in place upon the sticky surface of the bar’s top as his eureka! Finger now lodged itself into the direction in which he had spoken of. I turn my head sharply, my eyes whisking past the faces which managed to fit in before me. I looked for just a moment, eyes beating back and forth in the darkened booth as I searched for her… but… nothing.

“That was until she left 20 minutes ago.”[/i]

I slowly peeled my eyes away from the grungy corner he had so willingly lead me to, my orbs becoming nothing more than a portrait of agitation as I sighed gently. A waste of time to be honest, both Garth making me look for the damn bitch and actually rushing to get down here. Well. Her loss. I just looked back toward Garth, my hand soon only to grip tightly within his as I thanked him and pulled myself from upon the stool I had been seated on for those wasted 5 minutes as once again I make my way to the door and leave behind the bar.

I was greeted by a rush of fresh air, smooth and unwavering as it brushed itself against my finely stubble filled cheek. I ignored it however; my attention and goal set on finding my bike once more and making my way home to the cabinet of alcohol that awaited me there. I had just passed the large, red pick up truck when a voice poured into sound, entering my ears like a vile dose of acid as it cooed to me from the other side of the parking lot.

“Mr Gein I presume?”[/i]


TBC[/center]

[Arra]

Damien’s body slowly turned upon the gravel in which his large feet continued to punish beneath his weight, the cries and pleads for their life only to burn into audible clarity as it washed into the night sky, the cruel sweep of the mid evening’s breeze soon only to carry it away with it as his leathered body turned to face the direction in which the voice had seemed to beam from.

Damien Gein:: The one and only. And you?

He was calm, collected and strong. If he had felt any fear, any worry or any doubts about his own safety, he had not shown it at this particular moment, no, only strength and arrogance toward the enigma in which he now faced. He stayed still in place as his eyes began to slowly squint, hoping to depict the figure which lurked behind the shadows that had been cast by nothing more than the malevolent mixture of night and shade coveted by the bar itself.

The Enigma:: Your ticket to an opportunity I’m sure you won’t dismiss.

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He smiled lightly toward his newly found ‘friend’, their own identity still only to hide behind the mask of the night which had draped around them carelessly, wrapping them in the mystery in which they seemed to adore so. Damien began to slowly hover his upper body forward, the same light smile still cradling his thin lips lightly as he tilts his head gently to his left, his eyebrows soon to arch upward toward the light polluted sky as he spoke once more.

Damien Gein:: Oh? I’m sure I’ll be the judge of that.

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Pearled fangs. That’s all the words that could come, the words that could describe the teeth which now flashed from beneath his malicious smile as his voice had been mocked with a dose of sarcasm and tease toward the person in which he eyes curiously. They however remain quiet, still even; until, without much warning, three painful cries erupted with a shocking scrape. One. Two… a flame flickered gently, dancing with its curvaceous body as it dipped back and forth with the gentle breeze that swooned in across the scene. The figure slowly brought it toward their face, a dim light soon to reflect by their mouth as a pair of thick, sultry lips came into a hazy view, long, wavy hair only to fall down past their facial features as a small, helpless cigarette remained trapped between their lips, soon to ignite it into a fiery torture as the end slowly glowed red. A moment’s silence suffocated the pair as a deep and haggard breath released itself from the figure, the faint view of smoke only to escape from their dreadful lips as it wavered into the air.

The Enigma:: If not. I’m sure lil’ miss whore back at home will make you.

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They took another drag on the cigarette, taking the time to see the young man’s reaction… nothing. He just stood there, his eyes conveying that of someone highly unimpressed with the person before him. The figure began to smile lightly, shaking their head slightly in place as they brought the cigarette down away from their mouth. Damien’s impatience begins to surface as he switches from foot to foot, his head spinning slightly as though making sure his bike was still in reach, his escape from the mystery before him. He just had enough, and as he spoke, his voice gave away the signs.

Damien Gein:: What is it you want? Money? Aren’t you getting enough business?

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The end of the cigarette began to glow brighter once more as the figure took another drag upon the cigarette.

The Enigma:: Something like that.

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With one last breath, they took the last bit of life away from the cigarette, throwing the carcass to their left as they speak once more.

The Enigma:: I’ve heard rumours about you, Mr Gein, I’ve heard that y’all aint the man to mess with, the man to cross in the ring or in a fight…

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Slowly, as they spoke, the figure began to move themselves forward toward Damien, the meagre droplets of light only to gently wash up from their feet slowly, showing the tattered rock boots, the legs that were bare other than the black fish net tights that wrapped themselves dearly around their stunning legs, the short black cheerleading skirt which was decorated with the chains that hung from their small waist band. They stepped cautiously, gently, but unmerciful as their face was slowly revealed.

Arra Jamison:: … I could use someone like you, Damien. Your need for the gawd dayum chaos that runs through your veins, the destrution, the misery.

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Somehow, Damien remained cool as his eyes rested upon the Texan’s face, the long hair which hung down past her face as her cold, benevolent eyes screamed at him in hunger.

Arra Jamison:: Come to NWW and join me.

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She jfell silent, taking a seat upon an old, eroding rock to her right, her ass gently placed itself onto the cold, stony seat gently, her right leg only to swiftly overlap her left as her attention never wavered from his... her face now sombre and dead.[/color]


TBC By:: Damien[/color]

[Gein]

Her words entered my ears like a sick, amusing joke. Join her!? Come out of the lush retirement life that I have seemed to have found myself lounging in for the past five or so months? You have to be kidding!? I could sense that my mocking laugh etched into her ears like a vile poison. She obviously hadn’t expected it, but come on, really? Join her? I didn’t even know who this bitch was and she was expecting me to pack up and leave my life behind to come and join her side in the ring? No wonder Jessie was so up for me meeting her, she knew I needed a good laugh. After a moment had seemed to fly by, or in this lady’s case, drag by. I stopped momentarily, my eyes resting back on hers as she remained seated on the rock. Her arms had now pulled themselves into a wrap, hugging her body gently as they rested an inch or so below her bust. I was about to speak once more before I fell into a fight of laughter again, unable to keep my body upright for even a moment as I buckled over in pain.

“You have some nerve. A complete fucking stranger and you expect me to come and team with you? You have to be out of your fucking mind!”

I was still laughing at the thought. It wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t a damn bitch, but come on. Women have never had a place in the ring and I’m sure as hell she was no different. I took a little time to recompose myself, my eyes hazy from the water which seemed to stem from the little pain I had received from my laughter as I look back to her. She hadn’t changed, not her facial expression, not her position, it was as if she had almost expected this response from me. I gave up slowly, not wanting to push this any further as I turn on the heel of my boots and began to leave.

“I’d say it was nice meeting you, but I’d be lying. And if that’s all you have to say to me, then I guess I’ll be leaving.”

I had just managed a step forward, the one line which gave me chance to leave her behind and return home to comfort. Southern comfort that is. As I took that step, I felt her gaze burn into my back, disabling me long enough to give her vile Texan accent another shot at my attention.

“Did your mother never teach y’all manners?”

I stopped suddenly, my eyebrow arching for what seemed to be the tenth time today as I slowly turn my body to face her once more. She was still perched upon that damn rock she took comfort on sitting upon moments ago, her legs still crossed as her arms now laid upon her lap. Her face had changed also, her eyes glowed with malevolent desire and her lips beamed a malicious hunger. I laughed gently, shaking my head.

“The greater sex doesn’t need something the lesser only has.”

I was ready to leave again, but as I finished my last words, she jumped in again, her head tilting slightly like an innocent cat as she uttered one word.

“Talent?”

I felt my eyebrows furrow toward her. Talent? The only thing they were good for was cooking, cleaning and ironing, but I knew from the look upon her face and the glow of pestilence that came with it, she meant wrestling, the man’s job, the man’s domain.

“If you say so, cookie.”

I watched as she lowered her head slightly, something which a deranged dog did. You know? When they lower their head just enough to allow their once innocent filled eyes to hold nothing more than the body of Satan himself. I just laughed quietly to myself, the whore was trying to intimidate me; it wasn’t going to work.

TBC

[Arra]

The Texan remained quiet for only a moment as she allowed Damien to have back what little dominance he held over her, the head of the woman whom had proposed a new life to him soon to pull itself from its grimace position as she gently pulls it up right, her body to which would fall slightly backwards as she shows the same strength and arrogance that seemed to overwhelm the idiotic man before her.

Arra Jamison:: Tell me, looker. If y’all don’t want to return to wrestling and team with me, what else have you got?

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Damien’s mouth would open as she uttered her question to him, her voice low and infectious and it drowned his hearing for that small moment. He had so desperately wanted to tell her that his life was better than that of a wrestler, that he had become something better than a man dressed in tights, prancing around a ring as his over-ego gave him the fall he had not expected, but as he was about to tell her, the same droning of her infected accent quickly stopped him.

Arra Jamison:: A house in the mountains, a balcony, a house keeper that seems to love you, alcohol, tattered clothes, a gawd damn broken down body with beer belly included, breath just terrible enough to make a skunk welcomed, and of course, need I forget the dayum money that’s been drained from the bank that y’all think will provide for you.

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She stopped for only a moment as she allowed the rather stunned Damien Gein digest her words, before, once more, she unleashed her tongue, her body only to depart from the rock she had seated herself on a few moments ago as her long, tenacious legs lead her toward the arrogant asshole toward her, the man with nothing.

Arra Jamison:: Face it, looker. You’re washed up, y’all drowning in your own pool of fucking puke and there’s no way out. Y’all lie through those bucked teeth of yours and pretend like y’all have everything under control, that y’all have the perfect life, when in actual fact, your heart hungers for the chaos, the pain and the blood that comes with those pansies you know as wrestlers.

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She was mere inches away from him now, her bodily heat entwining with his as they look deep into each other’s eyes. She allows her lips to shed a small smile toward the man before her as she places her long, cruel fingers onto his leather jacket, her head held down slightly as though pretending to be shy, an innocent sixteen year old with a crush on the boy next door.

Arra Jamison:: You hunger for it as much as I do, and you use it like mere humans use air. Face it Damien, I’m your only ticket to excitement and the life you know you want.

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She gently brought her head up once more so that her cold benevolent eyes met with his, a vulgar grin only to place itself firmly upon the bands of her mouth as she takes a moment or two to allow him to eat up her words.

Arra Jamison:: Its time the beast was unleashed again, the psycho re-born…

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She slowly brought herself up to his 6’4” structure with ease as her lips met with his ear, her next few words soon only to pour their vile acid into them, burning his senses and releasing the animal which had been screaming within him.

Arra Jamison:: Let the day of reckoning begin.

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With one final act, she swept into his ear a little further, tenderly biting him on the lobe of his ear before without much thought, allowing her teeth to sink further into his flesh. Damien remained quiet, wincing slightly as the young woman pulled away from his body gently, her hands only to push away from his large masculine chest as she stumbled backwards. Her eyes glowed with mischief as she locked them back onto Damien, an innocent flow soon to take over her body as she lowers her head playfully, the same vulgar smile to dance upon her lips as the taste of blood dwindled in her mouth. Damien slowly brought his hand to his ear, feeling where the temptress had bit him, his eyes however remaining solely upon the woman before him as his large fingers felt the warm liquid which pooled from his ear lobe. He brought his hand back down, resting it an inch or so before his eyes as he examines the tacky substance upon his fingers, before, once more, looking back to the Texan. She was still smiling, and with a flick of her dark brown hair, she spoke one last time, licking the blood from her lips like a child with chocolate.

Arra Jamison:: If you ever decide to change your mind, looker. Just come on down and ask for Arra.

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