Post by Hunter on Jul 11, 2015 21:39:21 GMT -6
A car sits in a parking lot in Las Vegas, a silver Toyota Camry that looks like half the other cars in the lot. Inside, Cole Hunter, the woman known as Artemis and the woman called Jade, enjoy each other’s company in their various states of emotional being. Cole appears to be vaguely exciuted, obviously enjoying his time in the driver’s seat. In the passenger seat, Artemis looks annoyed and disappointed while Jade sits in the back looking zoned out on… something...
Cole Hunter: Commencement may proceed at our leisure, My Huntress.
He glances back at Jade in the backseat.
Cole Hunter: Pity, excitement does not appear to resonate for her return… Home…
Artemis nods, seemingly not really caring if Jade is enjoying this the way they do.
Artemis: Yeah, what a shame… And here I was thinking excitement was contagious.
Cole smirks.
Cole Hunter: Perhaps her levels will change when company arrives?
Artemis grins.
Artemis: Perhaps.
Cole nods as he turn back to her.
Cole Hunter: Does disappointment still hold court within My Huntress? Recognition would end the party early...
Artemis: Not as much, even though a part of me wants to be in on the action. But if I was in there, I wouldn’t be out here with you, now would I?
Cole nods.
Cole Hunter: A show is always more enjoyable when shared.
Artemis: Especially when it's in the company of one you love.
Cole Hunter: That word flows wonderfully off your exquisite lips.
She blushes.
Artemis: Well it is words with meaning, and I mean it every time.
Cole leans over and kisses her passionately.
Cole Hunter: The taste is rather exquisite as well.
She smiles before pouting.
Artemis: I wish we didn’t have work to do… I could just devour you right now…
Cole nods, kissing her again.
Cole Hunter: Patience will be rewarded.
A voice erupts from his phone, shattering the silence between them.
Voice: Go time?
Cole smirks.
Cole Hunter: Raymond’s timing is as impeccable as ever…
He picks up his phone and presses the button.
Cole Hunter: Are positions engaged?
Ray Smyth’s voice comes back almost immediately.
Ray Smyth: Damn right, though Rod just said it didn’t matter if we were in position or not because nobody is watching the door at the moment.
Cole presses the button again.
Cole Hunter: Rodney’s perceptions are colored by his desire for escape…
Ray’s voice returns quickly again.
Ray Smyth: Fuck does that mean?
Cole can’t help but snicker.
Cole Hunter: Simply, he is not incorrect and yet, he could not possibly be more so if his inclination was to make the attempt.
Taking his finger off the button, Cole turns to face Artemis.
Cole Hunter: Are we ready?
She nods.
Artemis: Yep, ready.
Cole nods and presses the button on his phone again.
Cole Hunter: Proceed.
He leans down and turns on a small monitor that shows Ray’s hulking figure walking towards the front doors of the Pleasure Dome alongside the smaller Craig Bush and apparently, one other.
Cole Hunter: Rodney’s camera is functioning within normal parameters it would appear.
They watch as the three walk through the doors and move quickly into the main area of the building, the Sinful Kittens, Skylar Hansen, Cynthia “Sin” Conway and Brittany Conway, on stage performing their act.
Cole Hunter: The view is quite wondrous, is it not?
Artemis: That it is.
She licks her lips.
Artemis: Delicious.
Cole smirks as Ray and his group quickly move into position. Craig walks up to one of the girls and promptly gets slapped for his trouble.
Cole Hunter: Interesting…
Artemis: What was that about?
Cole nods to the screen.
Cole Hunter: A gambler played a hand…
Artemis: and lost…
Cole nods to the screen again.
Cole Hunter: Perhaps…
They watch as Craig walks up to a second woman and again gets slapped. Within seconds of the second slap, Craven and his lieutenant, Merlyn “Rocket” Harper, arrive on the scene and begin escorting Craig and his two compatriots out of the Pleasure Dome. Cole nods approvingly as the three men pretend to play along.
Cole Hunter: And now…
The screen suddenly splits as a second feed opens up. The Sinful Kittens step off the stage and a young blonde man crosses the shot to approach the redhead, Brittany.
Cole Hunter: Bait has been applied… and now the hook is set…
Artemis: And nothing can stop them now.
Cole shrugs.
Cole Hunter: Other Knights might intercede if they are not busy in their cups.
Artemis: This is true, but for now, the game is ours.
Cole nods his agreement of her assessment.
Cole Hunter: It falls upon John and Robert to reel the fish in.
Artemis: Here's hoping they can.
On the screen, the blonde man, Johnny Hull, motions at the redhead and she shakes her head. Johnny sulks and backs off as the camera moves in. Within seconds, a secret weapon is deployed.
Cole Hunter: Robert plies her demons…
Artemis turns up her lip.
Artemis: You know I hate that stuff…
Cole nods as they watch the redhead and the cameraman snort cocaine.
Cole Hunter: The blasphemous whore with the crown of fire and Robert enjoy indulgences.
As they watch, the redhead has a little more and smiles when Johnny arrives with a drink. Money changes hands and the redhead follows the two to a side door.
Cole Hunter: And… a checkmate is in order...
Artemis: That it is.
They watch as Johnny and the cameraman lead the intoxicated Brittany towards a rented black Honda. The three step into the car and the feed closes out. On the other feed, Ray, Craig and this cameraman turn and walk away from their argument with Craven and Rocket, Ray looking angry.
Cole Hunter: Raymond appears disappointed in the lack of violence.
Artemis: Of course.
The three men walk to a second rented car, this one a green Ford sedan as this feed also comes to an end. Cole nods and turns the screen off.
Cole Hunter: Our nocturnal activities can commence at your pleasure, My Huntress. Our guest is in transit, the rendezvous awaiting our presence and arrival.
Artemis leans over and kisses him. Cole smiles back at her.
Cole Hunter: Does this mean you are inclined to acquiesce to this request immediately?
Artemis: You know I have no issue with public displays.
Cole smirks.
Cole Hunter: Shall we then?
She latches into him and starts kissing him against whilst pulling herself over into his lap where she sits between him and the steering wheel and continues kissing him. Cole wastes no time in satiating her appetite. Twenty minutes later, he puts the car into gear as she settles herself back into her seat.
Cole Hunter: And now, we shall see how our guest is enjoying her accommodations…
Artemis grins.
Artemis: Yes, let's.
Cole nods and they drive off into the evening. Twenty minutes later, Cole stands outside the car, his phone set to record a video.
Cole Hunter: Hello, Warrick… I wonder if I might engage your sadly intoxicated synapses for a brief respite from your deluded self-destructive tendencies for a few moments?
He nods as if he’s received a positive response.
Cole Hunter: Excellent, Warrick, I must commend you on being the relatively stable personality inside that edifice you receive gainful employment from. Fraser Freeman and Vega Knight seemingly remain unable to attempt to control their respective homicidal tendencies especially with each other, so I wonder…
He glances back at something and smirks. Nodding slowly, knowingly, he turns back to the camera.
Cole Hunter: Considering the totality of duties you perform for that establishment, if a message delivery might be acceptable as an addition?
He nods as if he still has the affirmative response and permission to continue.
Cole Hunter: If it is acceptable, please render an inquiry to both Vega Knight and Fraser Freeman…
He pauses to glance back behind the car again.
Cole Hunter: Please, endeavor to better protect and care for your toys…
He shoots a look of disapproval to somebody off camera.
Cole Hunter: Raymond, they must remain unspoiled for the moment…
A groan meets his ears and he nods again before turning back to the camera.
Cole Hunter: I am attempting to allow them to retain their proper functionality, exquisite examples of the form, they are…
He nods, smirking cruelly.
Cole Hunter: The Pleasure Dome does function as the most wondrous library of carnality and I am enjoying the volumes I currently retain in my possession.
He nods, shuddering lustfully.
Cole Hunter: Vega should pay more attention to things outside his office more often…
He glances over and then nods finally.
Cole Hunter: Forgive me, my presence is required elsewhere presently. Please deliver this message as promptly as possible… and do give my regards to the other Sinful Kittens…
Cole Hunter: Commencement may proceed at our leisure, My Huntress.
He glances back at Jade in the backseat.
Cole Hunter: Pity, excitement does not appear to resonate for her return… Home…
Artemis nods, seemingly not really caring if Jade is enjoying this the way they do.
Artemis: Yeah, what a shame… And here I was thinking excitement was contagious.
Cole smirks.
Cole Hunter: Perhaps her levels will change when company arrives?
Artemis grins.
Artemis: Perhaps.
Cole nods as he turn back to her.
Cole Hunter: Does disappointment still hold court within My Huntress? Recognition would end the party early...
Artemis: Not as much, even though a part of me wants to be in on the action. But if I was in there, I wouldn’t be out here with you, now would I?
Cole nods.
Cole Hunter: A show is always more enjoyable when shared.
Artemis: Especially when it's in the company of one you love.
Cole Hunter: That word flows wonderfully off your exquisite lips.
She blushes.
Artemis: Well it is words with meaning, and I mean it every time.
Cole leans over and kisses her passionately.
Cole Hunter: The taste is rather exquisite as well.
She smiles before pouting.
Artemis: I wish we didn’t have work to do… I could just devour you right now…
Cole nods, kissing her again.
Cole Hunter: Patience will be rewarded.
A voice erupts from his phone, shattering the silence between them.
Voice: Go time?
Cole smirks.
Cole Hunter: Raymond’s timing is as impeccable as ever…
He picks up his phone and presses the button.
Cole Hunter: Are positions engaged?
Ray Smyth’s voice comes back almost immediately.
Ray Smyth: Damn right, though Rod just said it didn’t matter if we were in position or not because nobody is watching the door at the moment.
Cole presses the button again.
Cole Hunter: Rodney’s perceptions are colored by his desire for escape…
Ray’s voice returns quickly again.
Ray Smyth: Fuck does that mean?
Cole can’t help but snicker.
Cole Hunter: Simply, he is not incorrect and yet, he could not possibly be more so if his inclination was to make the attempt.
Taking his finger off the button, Cole turns to face Artemis.
Cole Hunter: Are we ready?
She nods.
Artemis: Yep, ready.
Cole nods and presses the button on his phone again.
Cole Hunter: Proceed.
He leans down and turns on a small monitor that shows Ray’s hulking figure walking towards the front doors of the Pleasure Dome alongside the smaller Craig Bush and apparently, one other.
Cole Hunter: Rodney’s camera is functioning within normal parameters it would appear.
They watch as the three walk through the doors and move quickly into the main area of the building, the Sinful Kittens, Skylar Hansen, Cynthia “Sin” Conway and Brittany Conway, on stage performing their act.
Cole Hunter: The view is quite wondrous, is it not?
Artemis: That it is.
She licks her lips.
Artemis: Delicious.
Cole smirks as Ray and his group quickly move into position. Craig walks up to one of the girls and promptly gets slapped for his trouble.
Cole Hunter: Interesting…
Artemis: What was that about?
Cole nods to the screen.
Cole Hunter: A gambler played a hand…
Artemis: and lost…
Cole nods to the screen again.
Cole Hunter: Perhaps…
They watch as Craig walks up to a second woman and again gets slapped. Within seconds of the second slap, Craven and his lieutenant, Merlyn “Rocket” Harper, arrive on the scene and begin escorting Craig and his two compatriots out of the Pleasure Dome. Cole nods approvingly as the three men pretend to play along.
Cole Hunter: And now…
The screen suddenly splits as a second feed opens up. The Sinful Kittens step off the stage and a young blonde man crosses the shot to approach the redhead, Brittany.
Cole Hunter: Bait has been applied… and now the hook is set…
Artemis: And nothing can stop them now.
Cole shrugs.
Cole Hunter: Other Knights might intercede if they are not busy in their cups.
Artemis: This is true, but for now, the game is ours.
Cole nods his agreement of her assessment.
Cole Hunter: It falls upon John and Robert to reel the fish in.
Artemis: Here's hoping they can.
On the screen, the blonde man, Johnny Hull, motions at the redhead and she shakes her head. Johnny sulks and backs off as the camera moves in. Within seconds, a secret weapon is deployed.
Cole Hunter: Robert plies her demons…
Artemis turns up her lip.
Artemis: You know I hate that stuff…
Cole nods as they watch the redhead and the cameraman snort cocaine.
Cole Hunter: The blasphemous whore with the crown of fire and Robert enjoy indulgences.
As they watch, the redhead has a little more and smiles when Johnny arrives with a drink. Money changes hands and the redhead follows the two to a side door.
Cole Hunter: And… a checkmate is in order...
Artemis: That it is.
They watch as Johnny and the cameraman lead the intoxicated Brittany towards a rented black Honda. The three step into the car and the feed closes out. On the other feed, Ray, Craig and this cameraman turn and walk away from their argument with Craven and Rocket, Ray looking angry.
Cole Hunter: Raymond appears disappointed in the lack of violence.
Artemis: Of course.
The three men walk to a second rented car, this one a green Ford sedan as this feed also comes to an end. Cole nods and turns the screen off.
Cole Hunter: Our nocturnal activities can commence at your pleasure, My Huntress. Our guest is in transit, the rendezvous awaiting our presence and arrival.
Artemis leans over and kisses him. Cole smiles back at her.
Cole Hunter: Does this mean you are inclined to acquiesce to this request immediately?
Artemis: You know I have no issue with public displays.
Cole smirks.
Cole Hunter: Shall we then?
She latches into him and starts kissing him against whilst pulling herself over into his lap where she sits between him and the steering wheel and continues kissing him. Cole wastes no time in satiating her appetite. Twenty minutes later, he puts the car into gear as she settles herself back into her seat.
Cole Hunter: And now, we shall see how our guest is enjoying her accommodations…
Artemis grins.
Artemis: Yes, let's.
Cole nods and they drive off into the evening. Twenty minutes later, Cole stands outside the car, his phone set to record a video.
Cole Hunter: Hello, Warrick… I wonder if I might engage your sadly intoxicated synapses for a brief respite from your deluded self-destructive tendencies for a few moments?
He nods as if he’s received a positive response.
Cole Hunter: Excellent, Warrick, I must commend you on being the relatively stable personality inside that edifice you receive gainful employment from. Fraser Freeman and Vega Knight seemingly remain unable to attempt to control their respective homicidal tendencies especially with each other, so I wonder…
He glances back at something and smirks. Nodding slowly, knowingly, he turns back to the camera.
Cole Hunter: Considering the totality of duties you perform for that establishment, if a message delivery might be acceptable as an addition?
He nods as if he still has the affirmative response and permission to continue.
Cole Hunter: If it is acceptable, please render an inquiry to both Vega Knight and Fraser Freeman…
He pauses to glance back behind the car again.
Cole Hunter: Please, endeavor to better protect and care for your toys…
He shoots a look of disapproval to somebody off camera.
Cole Hunter: Raymond, they must remain unspoiled for the moment…
A groan meets his ears and he nods again before turning back to the camera.
Cole Hunter: I am attempting to allow them to retain their proper functionality, exquisite examples of the form, they are…
He nods, smirking cruelly.
Cole Hunter: The Pleasure Dome does function as the most wondrous library of carnality and I am enjoying the volumes I currently retain in my possession.
He nods, shuddering lustfully.
Cole Hunter: Vega should pay more attention to things outside his office more often…
He glances over and then nods finally.
Cole Hunter: Forgive me, my presence is required elsewhere presently. Please deliver this message as promptly as possible… and do give my regards to the other Sinful Kittens…
