December 13, 2007
-
Robins Singing in a Ring: Chapter 1.1
Robins Singing in a Ring: Chapter 1.1
Tessa Moon
She carefully edged her way through the crowd, trying not to be noticed. Here she was, in blue jeans and a sweatshirt, while everyone else was jumping about in black and more black to music so loud she couldn’t really hear it so much as feel it in her bones. She growled as one of the Goth kids bumped into her, not that he, or she, even noticed. The noise alone was enough to give her hearing loss, but the smell of too many chemicals, covering up too much sweat, was making her nauseous. Honestly, she’d rather smell the good, honest sweat on people than this morass of perfumes, shampoos, conditioners, deodorants, makeup, cigarette smoke and who knew what else. Humans were lucky their sense of smell was so poor. The modern world of scents was about as brutal on a shapeshifter as strobe lighting was on an epileptic. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, she won her way through to the bar.
“I’m looking for someone,” she shouted over the music.
The bartender turned around and raised an eyebrow. “A little underdressed, huh?” By way of explanation, she pointed to her shirt. “Careful, I bite?” he read aloud, then shrugged. None of his business. “Sorry, can’t help you.”
“If it’s about money….”
He snorted. “Listen honey, I just work here. These kids all look the same to me. I said I can’t help you because I can’t. I could feed you some bull about whoever it is you’re looking for, but I’d just be taking your money.”
“I think you’d remember the guy I’m looking for then. Styles himself as a vampire, but doesn’t go in for the whole Goth look. More of a medieval getup… you know, white poet shirt, boots….? Tells people he‘s frikkin Vlad Tepes half the time, you know, Dracula. At least he‘s got the huge nose for it….” she trailed off.
He shrugged again. “Like I said, can’t help you.”
She rolled her eyes, but whipped out a card just the same. “Look, if you do see or hear of someone like that, give me a call.”
“Yeah, whatever…” he looked at the card, “Tessa Moon. I’ll let you know if your vampire shows up at a Goth club.” He said mockingly as he turned to help a customer waiting to order a drink.
Ass, she thought as she turned her back on the bar. Now all she had to do was win her way through the flailing sea of black clad stink again. She made a mental note to pick up Tylenol and Tums on her way home. If I didn’t need the work…. but the rest of her thought fizzled out before she could complete it. Yes! She’d caught site of her mark on the far side of the crowd, now all she had to do was reach him before he took off with one of half a dozen ignorant little Goth admirers.
*****
Okay, so that sets the stage for the round robin. In order of when people joined the blogring, it looks like NightlyDreams is up first, then bodhitree, and then wunderkind348. More people will be added to the lineup as they join the blogring. Have fun, and let me know if you need anything.
Edit: NightlyDreams has bowed out of going next, so it falls to bodhitree to make the next entry.
Comments (10)
can i switch i don’t want to be 2nd
i’m not prepared…
lol, okay, guess bodhitree will be up next. There’s always next time
saving the environment at the moment! doing my part anyway!
will do within the week-hopefully sooner!!
ryc: i know but for whatever reason it’s funny to me. mind you, i say that now- who knows what i think when it becomes a regular situation. his theory is that he cannot imagine why a person (and i quote) ‘who is so intelligent, and beautiful’ would want to be with a person like him. okay, truth be told he isn’t the richest dude on the block – but i never said i was in it for the cash. truth be told, he doesn’t exactly have a ph.d but i don’t see so much in that but then i change my mind a lot. for now, i like him for who he is because he is honest and very conscience. i went out with a cop all i found under him was an immoral, hypocritical prick. and he blamed it on immaturity. maybe but how does he explain being proud of being an (and i quote) an ‘asshole’. and i saw him yesterday evening too. i almost got up to go say ‘hi’ but then i figured…why bother. all he ever does is makes me feel less then, and i don’t need his help to make me feel bad about myself. thank you, very much!
RYC: Well it depends on the level of hurt no? Bleeding is not fun. Neither is losing that spine. Paralyzation and all that? Wouldn’t you be a bit angry?
Ooh and yeah, it was said he did it to show his “oneness” with Yoko. And by doing so it also diffuses that ownership thing I believe. I don’t believe possession has any place in a relationship. It is two people who are choosing to be with one another for love and many other reasons. But they are still their own people. Unowned.
And I might take part in the round robin but I don’t know. I don’t want to let you guys down. Maybe if we had a shared topic too. I’ll read your post about it when I get home. I’m at work right now with snow upon snow coming down.
This looks awesome. I’m stepping up to the plate because I’m allowed to include as little as one sentence, right? I think other people should go for it, too
Have you read any Charles de Lint? I’m reading a book of his short stories right now and this story reminds me of some of his. Good times.
I really like your idea of origami ornaments for everyone. I may have to see about that for next year. Peace!
I am so sorry-cough cough-I have been completely under the weather and have yet to get to this cough cough, I’m gross right now.
head is clogged and thoughts aren’t processing…
Following on the robin’s:
After awhile, she got rather sick of it all but in the back of the mind she whimsically wondered what sadistic methods she could display upon him. But it matter not – today wasn’t the day, besides, her head was splitting and the Tylenol was calling her name. So she sauntered out of the place, and got it into her mind that maybe it wasn’t the Tylenol that would fondle her head ache. Instead, she creeped into a liquor store and stored away a bottle of whisky. Tonight, she was not going to think such evil thoughts. Well…maybe not right now, not right away anyway.
An hour later, she was feeling rather tipsy and galavanted into a bar astonished to see that incredulous look upon the so-named Dracula. She minded him not because mostly she was far too into her drinking and the music was talking to her. Almost seducing her…she was always found of the dark sounds of Pink Floyd and was relishing in “Hey, You”. She tapped her feet impatinently waiting for the bartender to pay her some attention. It also occurred to her that the sweatshirt wasn’t doing it because it was so full in the bar – to say nothing of the stuffiness. Half-ripping of her sweatshirt, revealing her black laced halter top exposing her perfectly undressed tits to the world (she was always quite the exhibitionist), she was relieved to find the bartender looking at her and asked for a shot of tequilla and a a bloody mary.
The whole exhibtionism started when she was about fifteen in high school. It wouldn’t be exactly far to call her a nympho as such, but she did like sex more than a lot of the other girls. Yet, unlike a lot of the girls she was discreet about her antiques. In fact, she spent most of the time going in and out of state to get her groove on. Her first lover, also a Goth, was discovered when she was in a movie theatre watching her all-time favorite movie “Rocky Horror Picture Show” and was tickled pink to find that the theatre was nearly empty save for a couple of people in random seats. Halfway between the flick, she felt a hand tickling her neck which naturally got her juices flowing. She had long since lost her virginity so it didn’t take much to damp her womanhood.