imperialscum
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Momma D is in the house. Watch your step, little girl, you don't know what's out there.
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Post by imperialscum on Jun 18, 2014 19:16:14 GMT
Momma D goes to stand and only seconds later collapses back into her chair. That vision took more out of her than she first thought. A cigarette and drink will help. Momma smokes a Salem Spirit, savoring every inhale and exhale. She sips her wine like it’s the sweetest nectar her tongue has ever tasted. What in the seven hells is going on at the Hussy tonight? These are Momma’s girls, not Vinnie’s or the Hussy’s. Momma made them and she has to see them safely through tonight.
There’s a knock at Momma’s door. Momma looks at the Casio calculator watch she keeps on her desk, its 10pm. She steadies her feet and again stands, this time she is able to hold her balance. Behold the miracle of cigarettes and booze! Momma slowly walks to the door and pulls back the blind. It’s Brenda returning Lacy. Momma pulls open the shade, unlocks the door and opens it. “Thank you, Brenda. You did a fantabulous job with Lacy.” Momma didn’t lie. Lacy looks like the proper dancer. Her farm girl appearance is masked by makeup, hairspray and a slutty strip outfit. Brenda outdid herself. “Come on in, Lacy. Brenda, we are all set for now.” Momma leads Lacy into her office and shuts the door behind them.
“Well now, look at you Miss Lacy. You look the proper dancer. Do a slow spin, let Momma see.” As Lacy turns slowly for Momma, Momma looks carefully to see if there are any tattoos, scars or other marks that would shed some light on the visions she’s seen. “So Lacy, how did you come to the Hussy? You’ve mentioned that you are the Chosen One. I’m here for you, doll. Tell Momma what is on your mind; I have a knack for making things better.”
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Post by thecalebg on Jun 18, 2014 23:45:30 GMT
Chris: You find yourself in your office. You don't remember how you got there, but you are at your desk. Your stash is on your desk in front of you, open and spent. Your arm burns with a mix of pain and satisfaction and that warm rush you desperately craved is surging through your veins. The world slows down and you sink into a dull bliss. You look around your office and everything seems soft and rounded. Shapes start to bleed together. You glance over to the one-way mirror that looks out to the club floor, but it is now an actual mirror and you see your face. Your features slowly melt and droop off your bones. This doesn't bother you. But then your features snap back into place and you are looking at the man from table 13. His glasses are covering his terrible eyes, but you know that they're there and you feel like they could swallow you up any moment. He is sitting back in a lush arm chair with his hands clasped on his lap. He looks out at you and shakes his head slowly. "Ah, Christopher. I am disappointed in you. I know that this evening has been stressful, but there is much more to come." He glances down at his watch. "Actually, there is more coming right now. I can't have you dropping off into a drug-induced distraction at a critical moment. Wake up, Chris." He leans forward, reaches through the mirror, and raps your forehead with his finger 3 times. You snap out of your stupor while you are falling backward. Your chair slams into the ground and you hear someone knocking on your door with 3 loud raps. You are stone sober.
Take 2 points of Sanity damage. ROLL SANITY with a 10 point penalty. (meaning take the damage first. then roll as normal but add 10 to the result for this check only)
Momma: Brenda leaves Lacy with you and returns to the club floor to serve more tables. Brenda took the obvious route and dressed Lacy in scraps of black and red lace, adorned with sequence. She's in thigh-high leather boots with straps that wrap all the way up the rest of her legs to her hips. The heals aren't as high as you'd like them to be, but she's new. Lacy is wrapped in short silk robe, which she is holding closed in front of herself. You push her hands back to take a look at her, and when you're done she immediately closes the robe again. She is still the frightened, embarrassed, small town girl. You look her over but see no odd markings or tattoos. When you ask talk to her, she looks at you confused. Then she replies in a quiet voice, "Oh, no. That's not what I said. I said that I had been chosen to come here. When the man in the fancy car came to town, he took a look at all of us in the church hall. Later, my daddy told me that the man had chosen me to come here and dance. I left a few days later." You gently question her a bit further and pick up a few more details. It seems that All the girls between 18 and 22 in her town had been gathered in the church and had been inspected like livestock. Lacy can't describe the man at all, but she does describe the "fancy car" he drove. You immediately recognize Renaldo's personal Lincoln Town Car from her description. By the time all this sorts out, it's almost 10:30.
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bonzailopper
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I think things are going to start turning around for me in this town.....
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Post by bonzailopper on Jun 19, 2014 0:24:05 GMT
HA! I didn't even NEED your 10 point penalty!......wait...ahhh shit.
I defer to your will, sir.
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Post by thecalebg on Jun 19, 2014 1:22:39 GMT
Chris: as you lay on the floor, you feel a deep terror creep over you. You hear the rapping on the door and know that whatever is making that noise is coming to kill you. The noise gets louder and louder and starts to pound into your mind. You are so absolutely terrified that you cannot move. As the noise continues to grow, so too does your absolute certainty that something horrible and terrible is right on the other side of the door. Images play through your mind of every horror movie monster you've ever seen. They all blend together and create a being beyond description. You hear a voice calling your name. It sounds like metal grinding against stone and nails on a chalk board gurgling up through a thick liquid. Every time it speaks your name, it rises in pitch until it is screaming at you. You feel a burning pain and pressure in your head. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Your breath is coming fast and short. You are shaking violently, but you cannot move from your place on the floor.
Take an additional 2 points of sanity damage.
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imperialscum
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Momma D is in the house. Watch your step, little girl, you don't know what's out there.
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Post by imperialscum on Jun 19, 2014 1:38:32 GMT
Vinnie is behind this whole masquerade!? Momma doesn’t know if she’s telling herself this or asking herself. What is going to happen tonight? Will the Hussy burn with everyone screaming inside? Momma could never leave the girls to fend for themselves. I’ve got to see what Shaw has to say about everything! He’s seen the man at table 13. He knows something is not right!
“Lacy, sweetie, Mr. Renaldo probably picked you because of those gorgeous eyes you have. He goes far and wide to find the best of the girls. Do you smoke? I smoke all the time, helps digestion. It’ll also help calm your nerves. Here.” Momma lights two Salem Spirits at once, handing one to Lacy. Momma throws the empty cigarette container in the trash and grabs a new pack from her desk. “You see that trash there, Lacy? Don’t be a fool; never throw your cigarette butts in a trash can. That’s how the fire at the Hilton started. It killed many people because some damn fool didn’t know how to properly put out his smoke. Fires are very dangerous, my dear. They spread quickly and are hard to control. I have to speak with Mr. Shaw before you perform but before we do, I want to show you all the fire controls we have here. I want to show you where they all are and how to activate them. We don’t fool around with fire here, Lacy. Do you understand me? The first sign of a fire and you pull the alarms. Don’t worry about your set, you pull the alarms. Do you understand me, Lacy? You don’t want to die in a fiery inferno, do you? No, I didn’t think so. You see fire; you pull the alarms and scream, “FIRE!”
Momma sees this isn’t getting through and changes her approach. She tries to sooth Lacy by stroking her arm and with sweet words. “I scared you, sweetie, I can see that. You aren’t listening to me. I’m sorry I got that harsh with you; I’m just used to dealing with these knuckle head bouncers who you have to talk to like that. Here, I’m going to show you the fire alarms.”
Momma takes Lacy and leads her out the office door. The music and pumping and so are the girls. The Hussy is full, alive with energy. Momma starts to lead Lacy to the first fire alarm by the stage when she sees, Carl and Ryan, two of the bouncers at the club. “Carl! Ryan!” Momma catches their attention and scurries over to them. “I need one of you; this is very, very important, more important than anything at this moment. I need you to take Lacy and show her all the fire alarms, sprinklers and fire extinguishers in the Hussy. She needs to know how to work them. While you are showing her, ensure that they are all in working order. Do you hear me, they all must be working! I’m going to check on Shaw. Where did he go off to? Listen, gentleman, I don’t care which one of you goes with Miss Lacy to show her but make sure you go over every one of them. We can’t have another Hilton happen and it looks like we are past capacity. Go!”
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bonzailopper
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I think things are going to start turning around for me in this town.....
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Post by bonzailopper on Jun 19, 2014 23:47:32 GMT
my pistol..I could...use my pistol..no NO!..That won't do it............my....my sh...my shotgun......if I could only get to it.....I'd be ok then......It can't get to me if I....can get to my shotgun....right through the door....It wouldn't know what hit it....
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Post by thecalebg on Jun 20, 2014 15:19:24 GMT
Momma: Lacy is actually quite terrified by your descriptions of and warnings about fire. She starts to tremble and you see that same look she had when she first walked into the club wash over her face. Even with the stripper outfit, she looks like a frightened child. She calms down when you apologize and start to show her around. She gets that embarrassed look on her face when she's out of your office. And when she realizes that most of the girls are in less clothing than her, she gets extremely red in the face and stares at the floor. You call to Carl and Ryan. They give you odd looks, but they follow your instructions. Carl takes Lacy's arm and shows her around. Ryan heads off the other direction to check the systems. Ryan tells you that he saw Shaw head up to his office earlier. He also remarks in passing that Shaw was acting strange. When you head up to Chris's office, you see someone standing at his door, knocking.
Chris: after a few minutes, you recover you senses and are able to move. The sickening images and noises you just experienced are gone, but you are still shaking. You hear a regular knock on the door and practically leap out of your skin. You hear a voice calling your name but it is muffled. You cannot identify it.
Make a Perception check and Will Save. Post the results before going much further...
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imperialscum
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Momma D is in the house. Watch your step, little girl, you don't know what's out there.
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Post by imperialscum on Jun 20, 2014 16:17:51 GMT
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Post by thecalebg on Jun 20, 2014 16:35:59 GMT
Momma: you see Lisa standing there knocking. She looks worried. You are about to walk up to her, but you are struck with a sudden sense of warning and danger. A wave of nausea hits you and you double over in pain, stumbling to your feet. You almost throw up, but manage to hold it down.
We need those rolls from Chris as well. And also, Chris, give me a call of High or Low for favorable results.
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bonzailopper
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I think things are going to start turning around for me in this town.....
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Post by bonzailopper on Jun 20, 2014 16:59:51 GMT
Aaaaand LOW FOR FAVORABLE!!
Oh my shit will!
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Post by thecalebg on Jun 20, 2014 22:20:17 GMT
Chris: You scramble back and grab your shotgun. The horrible sensations you just experienced are lingering in your mind, driving you to action. With trembling hands, you point the gun at the door and pull the trigger. In the spit second before the roar of the blast deafens you and the explosive force shoves you backward, you recognize the voice that was calling out to you...Lisa.
Momma: You rise from the wave of pain, only to be thrown back in shock as a shotgun blast rips Shaw's door to shreds. You blink through the cloud of dust and splintered wood and see Lisa slump to the ground.
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imperialscum
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Momma D is in the house. Watch your step, little girl, you don't know what's out there.
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Post by imperialscum on Jun 21, 2014 2:13:32 GMT
What fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck! Momma shakes the darkness from her vision and gets to her feet. Lisa is lying in a pool of blood but there could be more if Momma doesn’t do something. Momma grabs her revolver from its holster and cautiously looks through the still smoking hole in Chris’ door. Momma sees Chris holding his shotgun looking like he’s been through hell. He looks terrified, scared to death! Momma’s got to talk him down.
“Shaw! Shaw, sweetie, It’s Momma. Momma D is here. You told me earlier that you must be seeing things. You asked you about his eyes. I’m sorry we didn’t talk then. Now sugar, I know I’ve seen some fucked up shit. I’ve been there before honey, I have. Was that it, Shaw? I can help, Momma can help.”
<OOC BOOM!>
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Post by thecalebg on Jun 21, 2014 17:56:32 GMT
Momma: you rush to Chris' side. He is in bad shape. He looks up at you with crazed eyes that are full of terror and fear. But after a minute, he seems to recognize you. He throws his arms around you and buries his face in your shoulder. He cries in huge, gasping sobs. Tears poor down his face. The dam has broken, and all the emotions he just lived through flow out of him. You hold him and coo and murmur reassurances to him. After 5 minutes, he takes a deep breath and every muscle in his body relaxes. As you are caring for Chris, you can tell that he's experienced a fit of pure fear. Something in his mind triggered such a strong phobia reaction to something in the room that his entire body seized up and he was actually catatonic for a few moments. You help him stretch and regain feeling in his hands and legs. As you are caring for him, you can't help but notice that his stash is out on the desk and that he has clearly been using. You both stand, and then hear a low moan from the hallway...Lisa.
Chris: due to Momma's care, you may now act without penalty or making any further recover rolls.
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imperialscum
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Momma D is in the house. Watch your step, little girl, you don't know what's out there.
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Post by imperialscum on Jun 23, 2014 1:03:56 GMT
How could this be happening? Momma hears Lisa moaning and hears the shuffle of people tending to her. Momma is sure there is no absence of help for Lisa so now the problem at hand is Chris. “Listen, sweetie, we’ve got to come up with a story right here and now and stick to it!” Momma releases Chris and runs to his desk. Momma scoops up Chris’ stash, wraps it tightly and tucks it into the inside folds of her dress. “The police will be here soon. Where is your gun cleaning kit? Quickly, Shaw, we’ve got no time to spare. You were cleaning your gun and it accidentally discharged. You’re so distraught because you realize you may have hurt someone! You understand me? Unless you have a better story.”
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bonzailopper
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I think things are going to start turning around for me in this town.....
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Post by bonzailopper on Jun 23, 2014 1:32:19 GMT
Tears continue to flow from me as the cold realization washes over that I may have just murdered the first person I've actually cared about in a very long time.
Through a glassy stare I speak to Momma....
"There is no better story than the truth here, Momma. I thought someone..or someTHING was coming to kill me. Maybe I thought it was that man with the eyes, I don't know. Something is not right here tonight....There's something in the air and it started with that Man!...No, no I think I'll be up front about this.....Where is it...where's my stash? They'll need to know what I was on....must've been a bad trip.....no one'll believe I've been seeing things......and I don't own a gun cleaning kit...never have....never really thought I'd shoot it enough to HAVE to clean it....maybe I'm just stupid..."
I get up to walk out of the office...I want to see what I've done to Lisa..I want it to sink in...
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