Jump to Navigation

Veronica Volt's blog

 
Veronica Volt's picture

Grenade Expectations

Oblivious to his presence behind a mound the Techs continued taking their readings from their scientific devices placed around their camp. Remaining hidden and with grenade in hand, a grubby man named Frok watched them carefully.

Suddenly the grenade fell from Frok's hand, landed on his foot and started rolling away. Mumbling obscenities he rushed after the grenade and retrieved it before returning to his observations wincing slightly at the pain in his foot.

Veronica Volt's picture

Short Goodbyes

Veronica and Shorty sat on the steps of the Black Beer Bar under the night sky, both with a can of grape soda in their hands.

'So you were in Oilville to sell things, Veronica said. 'Things you had recently acquired.'

'Yes,' replied Shorty smiling. 'Very good, very good at acquiring things.'

'But how were you going to get back?'

'Oh with trader,' he replied. 'I wash vehicle, they take me.'

'But you were originally from Indiana?'

'Yes, Indiana, town called Jones.'

Veronica Volt's picture

No Time for Patients - Part 3/3

'Faster lady! Faster!' Shorty cried holding on firmly to Veronica in front of him on the bike, his over sized doctor gown fluttering wildly behind him.

'I'm going as fast as I can!' Veronica responded before concentrating on trying to catch up with Reavy's car ahead on the road as they sped away from Oilville. Behind them bikes, ATVs and cars were starting pursuit of them. Ahead of them Reavy drove at full speed along the road, the back car door hang open, the end of the makeshift stretcher holding Allie sticking out.

Veronica Volt's picture

No Time for Patients - Part 2/3

Keywords:

Hiding within an empty storage container in Oilville, Veronica and Shorty each dressed themselves in a doctor gown, some of the items stolen on request of Veronica by the boy she knew as Shorty. His gown looked ridiculously large on him but it would have to do. Veronica looked over at the stretcher, something they had quickly made by joining some wood planks together and putting a cloth on them. Rough but they did not have time to be perfect, and this plan she thought was far from perfect.

Veronica Volt's picture

No Time for Patients - Part 1/3

'Hey lady! Hey purple hair lady!'

Veronica turned round to find a short boy with East Asian features wearing a blue and white baseball cap with a bag over his shoulder running towards her.

'You lady! Stop! Purple hair!' he shouted with a Chinese accent.

'Me?' she asked him as ran up to her and started catching his breath.

'Yes, you purple hair. You are clone yes?'

'Er...yes...why?' Veronica asked suspiciously.

'I've been looking everywhere for you lady. Hats! Too many hats!'

Veronica Volt's picture

Heads or Tails?

Keywords:

The thumb flips it up into the air. It spins, the light shimmering off it, it rises, it falls. A hand catches it and slaps it onto the back of the other hand. The hand is lifted slowly and it is examined. Repeat. Again and again and again.

Veronica sat at a table on the Oilville bar rooftop area gripping a can of soda tightly and frowning with irritation at the man on a nearby table who was constantly flipping a metallic disk into the air and catching it, examining it each time it fell.

Veronica Volt's picture

A Reflection Riven

'Sorry you can't see her right now,' the woman at the Oilville Medical building told Veronica with a smile barely hiding her contempt. 'She's...sleeping...yes sleeping.'

Veronica Volt's picture

Circles within Circles

Rating:

 The finger runs along the grain of the wood of the table top on the rooftop area of Oilville's bar, following the path of time, of story, of history. Reaching a knot in the wood Veronica traces the whorls within. Circles within circles within circles.

Did I push Brown too far? Did my words cause her to snap like that? Valkyrie. It was a call for clones to take arms, to rise up and take revenge on those who would abuse, those who would use... her?...us?...me?

Veronica Volt's picture

Said the Spider to the Fly - Part 2/2

Veronica stood anxiously by the cave entrance wondering if Spinne was going to turn up. She certainly did not feel comfortable with the idea of being led through these tunnels by him, especially after what she had seen in his shack. Sam Spinne was odd to say the least. He had told her to meet him here at dusk and he would take her into the complex below and show her where the switches were. She was about to give up waiting when she heard a noise.

Veronica Volt's picture

Said the Spider to the Fly - Part 1/2

Veronica glanced once more at the spiders nearby to make sure they were keeping their distance and then stared back at the cave entrance just outside the town of Spider Hill. It was dark in there, damp in there, and downright creepy. Yet the switches were still not activated, the circuits not made, the power not flowing. She went down there with the others the previous day and knew that it was as bad down there as she had imagined it would be. The cave entrance seemed to be trying to invite her in. 'No,' she said aloud.

Veronica Volt's picture

Dials and Switches, Legs and Fangs

Veronica screamed as a huge spider started to crawl out of the electrical tower control box after she had opened its doors. She stepped back quickly and her companions immedately started to fire at the spider taking care not to hit the controls behind it.

Veronica Volt's picture

Standing Room Only

Veronica stood in the cramp toilet cubicle just past the garage in Spider Hill, her legs flush with the wall. Toilet Boy stood opposite her.

'Why do I keep getting into these situations? she thought as she shuffled slightly to avoid brushing against the toilet squeezed between them. At least it was clean, perhaps Toilet Boy was finding the time to fit in his other job despite working as security for Brown.

Veronica Volt's picture

Naked Truths

Veronica looked over to the pile of clothing a few paces away and then back to the man in front of her who stood in the arid waste land wearing only his underpants and a stupid grin. She could feel the stares from a small group of people standing over on the road which passed by Spider Hill, burning into the back of her head.

It's at times like this, thought Veronica, that I wonder just what the hell I'm doing here.

She squinted in the sunlight and peered at the face of the man in front of her. Toilet Boy began to laugh.

Veronica Volt's picture

Koala AM

Rating:

Big eyes. Big big eyes.

Veronica peered closer as it rested on the table top. It was a funny thing she thought, the radio Toilet Boy had given her to contact him, in the shape of a koala. A toy but functional, adapted so she could radio him on AM frequency.

You are a strange looking creature... such big eyes... are your eyes really that big or have they been made to look that way to make you more cute.... yes...cute you ... a funny little bear.....

Veronica Volt's picture

Three Course Conversation

Veronica cast her eyes down the menu trying to find a dish which didn't have the word 'spider' in the name and eventually settled on stir fried vegetables. After giving her order she sat on the tall stool at the counter of the Spider Hill diner and thought on recent events.

Veronica Volt's picture

Frequency Hertz

'Gina..Gina... are you there Gina?' spoke Veronica frantically into her radio as she raced along on her bike. There was still no answer both on the radio and to the question of just what had happened.

Veronica Volt's picture

Reversing Polarity

Veronica stood looking up at the electrical towers in Spider Hill. They were a marvel of science and engineering, a wonderful achievement of design and as they glistened in sunlight they became objects of beauty. She wondered what they were like in the days of full operation, when power flowed through them, electrons cascading like water over a fall, exhilarating, energizing, electricity.

Veronica Volt's picture

Runs of Bad Luck

((This was some crazy rp...))

'Agggh...! For the love of god...' came Shadow's voice across the bunker bar from where the gambling machines were.

Faces in the bar turned and then quickly returned to looking down a glass.

Something almost intelligible was uttered loudly from where Shadow sat playing the gambling machine.

'What was that?' Veronica asked Allriae. 'Is he talking about farming now? Did he say bullocks? in the bar?'

'I think he lost the game,' responded Allriae, her face going a little red with embarassment.

Veronica Volt's picture

Turning Up and Tuning In

The meeting went well, although this new technician who has joined the radio project seems a little odd, a Miss Brown, knows her stuff, but knows Joe as well... something was not right...

Veronica Volt's picture

A Thousand Eyes

Veronica parked the bike down between the buildings and walked towards the New Flagstaff pond area. A light breeze was creating ripples on the water. The seats around the pond were empty and although Veronica was tempted to sit there a while and relax for a moment she knew it would be foolish after her last visit here, that night time visit to the Spivey warehouse. People were gathered over by the vaults and she wondered if any of them were looking for her and she shivered as if a thousand eyes were looking over in her direction.

Veronica Volt's picture

Warehouse Break In - Epilogue - Getting Back

((After events of Part1 and Part2 on return to Hope Spring))

Veronica sat quietly on the Barret Manor balcony in Hope Springs looking out towards the smouldering ruins which was once Gina and her house. It had been one hell of a night.

Veronica Volt's picture

Warehouse Break In - Part 2 - Getting Out

((This part 2 continues directly on from Part 1.
Acknowledgement - Thanks go to Mr Spivey of Spivey Independent Traders for providing the image of the list discovered although the magazine cover mentioned from Spivey's personal collection was unfortunately unavailable owing to currently being in use.))


She slipped inside....

Veronica Volt's picture

Warehouse Break In - Part 1 - Getting In

They looked a slightly comical bunch, Gina in her darker Vista gear, Sean, the man who had offered his help and seemed trust worthy also dressed in darker clothes but appropriately armed, just in case, and Veronica dressed in black pants and a dark grey top and wearing black sneakers. They all had their roles, there was a job to be done, a warehouse to break into and secrets to be uncovered.

Veronica Volt's picture

Dangerous toys

Chemtown was alive with activity when Veronica arrived on her bike. People were wandering about all with some purpose and intent and there did not seem to be the overhanging suffocating ego and sense of self-importance of those in Picus Ridge. Veronica parked her bike along the side of the one of the perimeter buildings, raised the collar of her jacket and adjusted the scarf around her neck to hide the collar which would instantly label her a clone and went off exploring. Something was going on here and she was determined to find out more.

Veronica Volt's picture

Stone and Song

Veronica rode along the dusty road on her bike. She had stayed out of the way of possible trouble, of those who may have been looking for her after her little encounter in Picus Ridge. It was time now to follow the next clue and make her way to Chemtown.

As she rode along she burst into song, something a fellow tech had once taught her, a song from bygone age of culture and learning, apparently from some historical opera or some such thing.

Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones.

Veronica Volt's picture

Overheard But Not Overlooked

Rating:

Darkness had just fallen as Veronica made her way down the track on her bike towards the gateway of Picus Ridge home to many grandiose ideas each formed by an ego which often eclipsed its creation suffocating it into yet another crackpot idea. Picus Ridge, home to minds whose greatness were most often only perceived by themselves, where rivalry was rampant and jealousy almost expected.

Veronica Volt's picture

Making a mend

Veronica pulled a face as carefully, very carefully, she attached another faster to the device she was making. It was an oven. Small. Tiny. But it worked from solar heat.

"I do a lot of travelling down south," the man has told her. "And when on the road I want to be able to make a cup cake just like Martha used to."

The man pulled out a matted clump of hair from his pocket and started running it through his fingers before continuing. "She used to make such wonderful cakes. Before that blightwolf got her."

Veronica Volt's picture

A Game of Pool - In at the deep end

((some times it is about murder, mayhem, and madness. Others times it's just about a game of pool. I've remained faithful to the log but please forgive any errors in the rules of pool as my familiarity of pool is limited.))

Veronica looked up at the man. "Sorry?"

"Fancy a game?" he asked gesturing towards the pool table.

"Who me?" replied Veronica. "I...er... not sure how to play."

"Ah, I can teach ya."

"Er...okay," responded Veronica not entirely convinced.

Veronica Volt's picture

The unknown face

Rating:


Veronica, having awoken from a restless night, stared at herself in the mirror. It was only last night that she had found herself locked in a Lifenet bunker with Ramon. Not a single shot was fired, no blades were pulled, but words were spoken and sometimes words are the most dangerous weapons of all.

Veronica Volt's picture

Voices carried on the wind

Rating:

 

 

 

Spare me the whispering, crowded room,
The friends who come, and gape, and go;
The ceremonious air of gloom -
All which makes death a hideous show!

Verse from 'A Wish' by Matthew Arnold


 

'Hey girl! Come over here!'

Pages

Subscribe to RSS - Veronica Volt's blog


Main menu 2

by Dr. Radut