Post by Hunter on Jul 31, 2015 18:28:24 GMT -6
The camera inside the “Confessional Room” used previously by Cole Hunter and the woman known as Artemis to discuss things in public to find the aforementioned Cole Hunter removing zip ties from the wrists of the also aforementioned Artemis, Jade sitting near them with a leash still attached to her collar and a blank stare on her face. Cole and Artemis smirk at each other as he stands back up, the used ties in his right hand.
Cole Hunter: A rather… intense experience…
Artemis: Just how I like it!
Cole nods to Jade.
Cole Hunter: Miss J expressed similar sentiments… in her own way…
Artemis: A delight for my ears to hear.
Cole nods as he takes his seat, waiting for the others to return to their usual spaces as well.
Cole Hunter: A veritable auditory cornucopia of pleasure…
He pauses, smirking into the camera.
Cole Hunter: How ever do you manage her absence, Mister Freeman?
Shaking his head with amusement, Cole glances down at his watch and smiles.
Cole Hunter: Ah, the entertainment continues...
He nods to the television screen hanging before them as Artemis sits down on his lap. She directs Jade to kneel before her, her own right hand moving to stroke Jade’s hair lovingly as a camera shot from inside a hallway roars to life. Brittany Conway moves along in the backstage area of the Pleasure Dome, hurrying passed all the others getting ready to either go on stage and perform or go work in one of the private rooms. People bounce off of her as if the entire world is suddenly in this hallway, brittany paying attention to none of them even as they all try to say hello to her or inquire as to how she is doing. Brittany continues on down the hallway, desperately trying to turn, showing the walls and blurring the faces of everyone she slides by. She comes to her dressing room door and hurries inside, closing the door behind her as she moves in, her stuff still strewn about from her earlier moment spent looking for things that were never there to be found. Moving forward, Brittany starts picking her stuff up, frantically throwing it into her duffel bag, seemingly not caring how it is packed. After a minute and half of frantic movement, the bag mostly full, a knock on the door interrupts Brittany’s efforts.
Brittany Conway: Hell…. hello?
Her younger sister’s familiar voice answers her back.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Brit? You in there?
Brittany slowly sinks onto the bench next to the bag, clutching it as if the bag will save her from the outside world trying to invade and envelop her.
Brittany Conway: Yeah, Cind, I’m in here.
The door opens and Cynthia “Sin” Conway walks in with their fellow Sinful Kitten, Skylar Hansen, right behind her.
Skylar Hansen: How are you, Brit?
Swallowing hard, Brittany just stares at the open door as if she’s waiting for other people to come bursting in. Seeing this look in her sister’s eyes, Sin quickly closes the door. Brittany continues to clutch the bag and Skylar and Sin quickly move in closer to her.
Skylar Hansen: Heeeey…
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: It’s ok, Brit…
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: We’re here, nobody’s gonna make you do anything.
Sin touches her sister’s hand even as it continues to grip the bag.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: We can tell Ember no…
Brittany shakes her head.
Brittany Conway: No… I…
Cole smirks at the screen.
Cole Hunter: The Kittens look to spread the disease to the daughter…
He glances back at the camera.
Cole Hunter: Sisterly love… shame this condition is not in abundance amongst all alcoholic, substance abusing familial units.
Artemis: Such a shame.
She shakes her head in mock sympathy.
On the screen, Brittany’s camera catches the looks of worry on both Skylar and Sin’s faces.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Brit, really… we can tell her no. We don’t need the money… though, she seems to like you so…
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: Yeah, she does.
Cole snickers.
Cole Hunter: Look, Miss J, even Fraser has seen fit to assemble others for business purposes. Perhaps you are not missed after all…
Jade simply sits there, staring at the screen as Artemis strokes her hair like she’s a puppy waiting to be played with or fed.
On the screen, Sin and Skylar stand up, Brittany’s camera following them.
Brittany Conway: No… no, we should. She’s trying to fit in so…
Sin smiles.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Yay, party time!
Cole can’t help but laugh.
Cole Hunter: Such enthusiasm… sanity is overridden by appetites and destructive tendencies…
Artemis: And of course they're about to go indulge...
She curls her lips.
Artemis: Disgusting!
Cole nods to the screen.
Cole Hunter: Other arrangements could be made so as to not require your viewing of said indulgence…
Artemis: Yes please! Can we watch the first night home video again? I wanna see Freeman nutting off again...
Cole smirks as he nods to Artemis and presses a button. On the screen, a date dashes across.
“Tuesday, July 21, 2015”
The camera attached to Brittany Conway shows the inside of a glass room in the Pleasure Dome. Standing just on the other side of the glass are Warrick Craven and Fraser Freeman, neither man looking particularly happy. Cole adjusts the volume so that they can hear what’s being said.
Cole Hunter: Wonder of wonders, they did not select the soundproof room…
The tape continues with Brittany apparently staring right at Fraser and Craven.
Fraser Freeman: She’s not talking?
Craven looks in at her and shakes his head.
Craven: No… not really.
Fraser nods, not particularly happy to hear this.
Fraser Freeman: Do you think she’ll be able to tell us anything?
Craven looks at her through the glass and shakes his head.
Craven: No, but I think she might have already.
Fraser frowns.
Fraser Freeman: How so?
Craven nods to her.
Craven: I’ve seen that look before from her, usually right after I pulled her out of something bad.
Fraser moves his gaze back to Brittany.
Fraser Freeman: What is it?
Craven swallows hard.
Craven: Guilt…
Fraser moves his gaze back to Craven, looking a little put off.
Fraser Freeman: You think she… ?
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: I think they made her watch… and I think she feels guilty because she thinks she should have been able to save Jade and either thinks she was too cowardly or too stoned to really help.
Fraser nods.
Fraser Freeman: And you don’t?
Craven shakes his head again.
Craven: Too stoned is always a possibility considering they could have slipped her something and we’d never know. Too cowardly…
He looks in at Brittany and shakes his head.
Craven: That poor girl was on her own for eight years…
Fraser nods.
Fraser Freeman: She is no coward…
His fist raises up and comes down just short of the wall, the force behind it sure to have smashed through if it had landed, the look on his face a mask of pure anger.
Fraser Freeman: Now, if you’ll excuse me… she doesn’t need to see or hear this right now...
He turns and storms out through the door that leads into the alley, sounds of smashing metal and breaking wood following soon after. As that door closes, Ember Freeman comes walking into frame from behind Craven. Ember glances over at the side door and Craven shrugs.
Craven: A patrol, probably just some drunk we needed to get out of here…
Ember nods and then walks into the glass room with Craven. Ember smiles, tenderly, obviously trying to assuage Brittany’s fears.
Ember Freeman: Heeeey…
Brittany just looks at her and Ember quickly shakes her head.
Ember Freeman: It’s ok, you don’t need to tell me anything. I know you don’t know me, I’m kinda new around here, but I’ve heard all about you. You’re the life and soul of the party around here…
She pauses, chuckling slightly.
Ember Freeman: At least when Ricky the Slave Boy here allows it, right, Ricky?
Craven shrugs as if he doesn’t expect much to happen and Ember nods, turning back to Brittany.
Ember Freeman: Don’t worry, you ain’t gotta say a damned thing but, how would you like to not be trapped in here having to worry about being questioned any more?
Brittany nods and Ember smiles even brighter.
Ember Freeman: Then how about you and then your new bestie Ember: Queen of Forgetting Terrible Shit, go get so fucked up this all goes away until morning?
Brittany nods, taking her hand and the two walk right passed Craven, leaving him standing there all alone. The tape comes to an end and the screen fades out.
Cole Hunter: An exquisite choice as always, My Huntress.
Artemis: Always aim to please.
Cole nods to Jade.
Cole Hunter: And your... pet?
Artemis: She pleases us both very well Indeed.
Cole nods and then turns to the camera.
Cole Hunter: Was the show as universally entertaining to everyone else?
He sits back in mock shock.
Cole Hunter: No?
The smirk returns, cruel and knowing.
Cole Hunter: Just keep telling yourself that.
Cole Hunter: A rather… intense experience…
Artemis: Just how I like it!
Cole nods to Jade.
Cole Hunter: Miss J expressed similar sentiments… in her own way…
Artemis: A delight for my ears to hear.
Cole nods as he takes his seat, waiting for the others to return to their usual spaces as well.
Cole Hunter: A veritable auditory cornucopia of pleasure…
He pauses, smirking into the camera.
Cole Hunter: How ever do you manage her absence, Mister Freeman?
Shaking his head with amusement, Cole glances down at his watch and smiles.
Cole Hunter: Ah, the entertainment continues...
He nods to the television screen hanging before them as Artemis sits down on his lap. She directs Jade to kneel before her, her own right hand moving to stroke Jade’s hair lovingly as a camera shot from inside a hallway roars to life. Brittany Conway moves along in the backstage area of the Pleasure Dome, hurrying passed all the others getting ready to either go on stage and perform or go work in one of the private rooms. People bounce off of her as if the entire world is suddenly in this hallway, brittany paying attention to none of them even as they all try to say hello to her or inquire as to how she is doing. Brittany continues on down the hallway, desperately trying to turn, showing the walls and blurring the faces of everyone she slides by. She comes to her dressing room door and hurries inside, closing the door behind her as she moves in, her stuff still strewn about from her earlier moment spent looking for things that were never there to be found. Moving forward, Brittany starts picking her stuff up, frantically throwing it into her duffel bag, seemingly not caring how it is packed. After a minute and half of frantic movement, the bag mostly full, a knock on the door interrupts Brittany’s efforts.
Brittany Conway: Hell…. hello?
Her younger sister’s familiar voice answers her back.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Brit? You in there?
Brittany slowly sinks onto the bench next to the bag, clutching it as if the bag will save her from the outside world trying to invade and envelop her.
Brittany Conway: Yeah, Cind, I’m in here.
The door opens and Cynthia “Sin” Conway walks in with their fellow Sinful Kitten, Skylar Hansen, right behind her.
Skylar Hansen: How are you, Brit?
Swallowing hard, Brittany just stares at the open door as if she’s waiting for other people to come bursting in. Seeing this look in her sister’s eyes, Sin quickly closes the door. Brittany continues to clutch the bag and Skylar and Sin quickly move in closer to her.
Skylar Hansen: Heeeey…
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: It’s ok, Brit…
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: We’re here, nobody’s gonna make you do anything.
Sin touches her sister’s hand even as it continues to grip the bag.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: We can tell Ember no…
Brittany shakes her head.
Brittany Conway: No… I…
Cole smirks at the screen.
Cole Hunter: The Kittens look to spread the disease to the daughter…
He glances back at the camera.
Cole Hunter: Sisterly love… shame this condition is not in abundance amongst all alcoholic, substance abusing familial units.
Artemis: Such a shame.
She shakes her head in mock sympathy.
On the screen, Brittany’s camera catches the looks of worry on both Skylar and Sin’s faces.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Brit, really… we can tell her no. We don’t need the money… though, she seems to like you so…
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: Yeah, she does.
Cole snickers.
Cole Hunter: Look, Miss J, even Fraser has seen fit to assemble others for business purposes. Perhaps you are not missed after all…
Jade simply sits there, staring at the screen as Artemis strokes her hair like she’s a puppy waiting to be played with or fed.
On the screen, Sin and Skylar stand up, Brittany’s camera following them.
Brittany Conway: No… no, we should. She’s trying to fit in so…
Sin smiles.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Yay, party time!
Cole can’t help but laugh.
Cole Hunter: Such enthusiasm… sanity is overridden by appetites and destructive tendencies…
Artemis: And of course they're about to go indulge...
She curls her lips.
Artemis: Disgusting!
Cole nods to the screen.
Cole Hunter: Other arrangements could be made so as to not require your viewing of said indulgence…
Artemis: Yes please! Can we watch the first night home video again? I wanna see Freeman nutting off again...
Cole smirks as he nods to Artemis and presses a button. On the screen, a date dashes across.
“Tuesday, July 21, 2015”
The camera attached to Brittany Conway shows the inside of a glass room in the Pleasure Dome. Standing just on the other side of the glass are Warrick Craven and Fraser Freeman, neither man looking particularly happy. Cole adjusts the volume so that they can hear what’s being said.
Cole Hunter: Wonder of wonders, they did not select the soundproof room…
The tape continues with Brittany apparently staring right at Fraser and Craven.
Fraser Freeman: She’s not talking?
Craven looks in at her and shakes his head.
Craven: No… not really.
Fraser nods, not particularly happy to hear this.
Fraser Freeman: Do you think she’ll be able to tell us anything?
Craven looks at her through the glass and shakes his head.
Craven: No, but I think she might have already.
Fraser frowns.
Fraser Freeman: How so?
Craven nods to her.
Craven: I’ve seen that look before from her, usually right after I pulled her out of something bad.
Fraser moves his gaze back to Brittany.
Fraser Freeman: What is it?
Craven swallows hard.
Craven: Guilt…
Fraser moves his gaze back to Craven, looking a little put off.
Fraser Freeman: You think she… ?
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: I think they made her watch… and I think she feels guilty because she thinks she should have been able to save Jade and either thinks she was too cowardly or too stoned to really help.
Fraser nods.
Fraser Freeman: And you don’t?
Craven shakes his head again.
Craven: Too stoned is always a possibility considering they could have slipped her something and we’d never know. Too cowardly…
He looks in at Brittany and shakes his head.
Craven: That poor girl was on her own for eight years…
Fraser nods.
Fraser Freeman: She is no coward…
His fist raises up and comes down just short of the wall, the force behind it sure to have smashed through if it had landed, the look on his face a mask of pure anger.
Fraser Freeman: Now, if you’ll excuse me… she doesn’t need to see or hear this right now...
He turns and storms out through the door that leads into the alley, sounds of smashing metal and breaking wood following soon after. As that door closes, Ember Freeman comes walking into frame from behind Craven. Ember glances over at the side door and Craven shrugs.
Craven: A patrol, probably just some drunk we needed to get out of here…
Ember nods and then walks into the glass room with Craven. Ember smiles, tenderly, obviously trying to assuage Brittany’s fears.
Ember Freeman: Heeeey…
Brittany just looks at her and Ember quickly shakes her head.
Ember Freeman: It’s ok, you don’t need to tell me anything. I know you don’t know me, I’m kinda new around here, but I’ve heard all about you. You’re the life and soul of the party around here…
She pauses, chuckling slightly.
Ember Freeman: At least when Ricky the Slave Boy here allows it, right, Ricky?
Craven shrugs as if he doesn’t expect much to happen and Ember nods, turning back to Brittany.
Ember Freeman: Don’t worry, you ain’t gotta say a damned thing but, how would you like to not be trapped in here having to worry about being questioned any more?
Brittany nods and Ember smiles even brighter.
Ember Freeman: Then how about you and then your new bestie Ember: Queen of Forgetting Terrible Shit, go get so fucked up this all goes away until morning?
Brittany nods, taking her hand and the two walk right passed Craven, leaving him standing there all alone. The tape comes to an end and the screen fades out.
Cole Hunter: An exquisite choice as always, My Huntress.
Artemis: Always aim to please.
Cole nods to Jade.
Cole Hunter: And your... pet?
Artemis: She pleases us both very well Indeed.
Cole nods and then turns to the camera.
Cole Hunter: Was the show as universally entertaining to everyone else?
He sits back in mock shock.
Cole Hunter: No?
The smirk returns, cruel and knowing.
Cole Hunter: Just keep telling yourself that.
