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Vanilla Steel ~ Lets Ride

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*On a back wall of the dining room

inside Beau's Tavern

something is written

in a wide looping feminine script

upon a freshly painted surface.*

 

 

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Vanilla steel- Ubens Groove

Nisha walked into the post office at Traders Flats, directly in front of the window was an old table but so thick and well made it had withstood the tests of time and the many different bodies that leaned, sat and danced upon it.  Carvings and initials covered the aged surface except for one large smoothed out dip that was dead center, it looked just what it was .. the well worn favorite sitting place of one of the original Saints founders, Uben Qui.

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Vanilla Steel - Road Trip

The sleek black and pink car pulled away from the fenced in Bunker, the passengers feet and hands immobilized but the handsome blonde man didnt seem to either notice or care.

The drugged man smiled, flashing perfect teeth at the woman driving

"Where we going?" He asked.

She removes her white fedora and tosses into the small space behind the seats, a gift from her old boss leader of the Saints, Hollywood Undead, then runs fingers through the long red hair and replied with a slightly forced cheerfulness.

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Vanilla Steel -Sun and Rain

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  She watched the freakish thunderstorm rage above the canyon surrounded by the pastel colors of dawn.

Rain streaming across her soaked skin, keeping secret the tears that fell.

Washing away the stain of sin, purifying body but not the soul.. after all clones don't have one do they?

 

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Vanilla Steel - Open for Business... soon

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The ring of heels clicking on concrete echoed through the Kennel, the rhythm leisurely as usual and behind it the muffled but heavier step of a man following but keeping a distance.

The underground bunker was lined with cages on both sides, a centered hallway ended at the heavy door of the training room.  A grated catwalk lined the walls above the cages beneath narrow slits that were more of a cruel tease then actual windows.

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Severed Limb

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She sat on the roof of a building on the corner and listened to the Lightbearers speaking among themselves as she watched the road leading South. There had been an unusual boost of activity in that direction. 

Hearing not the voices from below but the ones connected to the spectors that would glide in on the winds of her memory, a dimension somewhere between delusion and desperation .... past and programing.  Changing the stations randomly unable to lock onto just one.

~Blood everywhere and an alarm going off.~

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Cleaned

She smelled cigar smoke first and looked up from her book. 

It was the old man, no one called him by his name, he didnt exist as far as everyone but Family was concerned.

He was also not alone.

"I been hearing your name coming up again sweetheart and I dont need someone out there asking questions and maybe getting answers, you remember what I said would happen if you kept bringing attention to yourself?   He asked from behind a cloud of smoke. 

Nisha nodded silently and looked towards the locked door.

The old man motioned towards it with his stogy

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Captive Sanity

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Slaves to my torment,

Scream to your heart's content

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Little Red Riding Hood ~ Where O' Where is the Big Bad Wolf?

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(( The contents below and the link might contain explict material that some find offensive.  Previous post here... you might want to read this first))

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By any other name

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The room was large and filled with gleaming wood furniture,  the light was off in one corner and she could see a tall figure standing there facing the window.   Nisha approached and stood at a respectful distance and waited.

" We are already pleased at how you have completed the assignments, you show great promise but I have a few concerns about your past"  

She could see the glowing ember of his cigar as he puffed on it, a cloud of smoke billowing around the silhouetted figure as he paused.

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Little Red Riding Hood

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The contents below might be found too sexually graphic or offensive to some readers, if you might be one just sit back and only listen to the song if you want to. It's a very rare track by the Rolling Stones.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3bhEPgu7Mc

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Diary of a Mafia Princess, Entry # 5 -Brimstone

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((Usual disclaimer, if your offended by graphic sexual content, please read no further. This is the first time I have written erotica (in FERP) but felt it was fitting due to a drastic development in Nisha's character.))

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Diary of a Mafia Princess, Entry # 4

Dear Diary, 

Such a rollar coaster is life, filled with ups and downs, twists and sharp turns that threaten to dump one out of their seat unless they hang on for dear life or squeal from adrenaline rush.

Now that I am a clone I realize that the ride never ends, there is no stopping point where we gather our wits, savor the experience and move on to what is in store next. I want to get to a point where I can accept that instead of wallowing in self pity and mourning over lost mortality.

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Diary of a Mafia Princess, Entry # 3

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Dear Diary,

I'm so greatful for a place to escape to and shut the world out, I feel there is no place for me there. It's hateful and foreign to me, nothing like Papa's ranch where I grew up and spent my entire life at.  I took for granted the serentity there and the precautions taken to ensure it to be secluded from the touch of everything beyond it.

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Diary of a Mafia Princess, Entry #2

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Entry #2 

 

Dear Diary,

I'm sitting here on a sofa in one of the houses in Haietta listening to the rain beating on whats left of the roof. Ardenn is around somewhere doing his thing which I find comforting. He doesn't worry about me or treat me like a glass doll. He comes out and gives me the brutal ugly truth about things as he sees them, and then does something to make me laugh, and then does something to make me laugh.

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Diary of a Mafia Princess

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*With a flowing ornate script taught by a childhood tutor, she begins to pen her thoughts on the blank pages*

Dear Diary,

Having never kept one before I'm unsure if theres a proper way for this but since the only purpose is to release the turbulent emotions inside me, I really dont care. I will write what I want and in the order I need to.

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Note left on the counter of the Black Beer Bar in Hope Springs

To my new family at ISMC

I 'm  going nomad for a while, I dont know when I will be back, a few days or a few months. I dont like who I'm becoming, Ive never been a cruel or spiteful person and dont understand why Im changing but it has to stop, Theres no excuse for it.  Perhaps some time alone on the road will help. Im used to alone, maybe thats what I need again.

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