Post by Craven on Jun 13, 2014 20:42:14 GMT -6
Skylar Hansen walks into Craven’s bedroom and sits down on his bed, taking in his modest apartment surroundings. As she does this, he walks over to the closet and uncovers what looks like a foot locker. He opens it to reveal a small safe.
Craven: This... belongs to you, I believe...
Walking over to her, he plunks down several thousand dollars in hundreds on the bed next to her. Skylar looks at it in disbelief, frowning.
Skylar Hansen: Now I love money as much as the next girl, but...
She shakes her head.
Skylar Hansen: This doesn’t belong to me.
Craven nods.
Craven: Yes... it does...
Skylar’s eyes narrow.
Skylar Hansen: How?
Craven nods to the money.
Craven: The first batch is from the frat boys in Georgia. The second from that guy who tied you up in New York, mouthy fucking bastard that one. Told me the whore i was fighting for wasn’t worth it. I borrowed a little extra from him, didn’t think he’d mind so long as I left his balls attached. The next bit was from the two guys in Toronto that didn’t bother to pay and tried to throw you out naked after the act. They didn’t like the cold much, themselves. The last bit was those guys in the bar near here…
Skylar Hansen: You tracked down all this money for me?
Craven nods.
Skylar Hansen: You punished them too I presume?
Craven: I suppose, in a manner of speaking, yes... I did.
A smile breaks out across her face.
Skylar Hansen: Wow, my own personal pimp and bodyguard. I'm impressed!
Craven shrugs.
Craven: I'm not exactly fond of most pimps, bodyguard I'll take.
Skylar Hansen: Bodyguard it is then. You got the muscles for that kind of job for sure.
As if to accentuate her words, she runs her hand down said muscle, then stops herself, looking away blushing a little.
Craven: Touch whatever ya like, Sky. It's yours whenever you wish.
She offers him a shy smile.
Skylar Hansen: I just... forgot for a moment how nice it was to touch a man, who wasn't paying me for it... its been a long time since there was that...
Craven nods.
Craven: I can imagine.
She laughs suddenly.
Skylar Hansen: Is it strange to think, that despite everything, I kinda feel like a virgin teenager again, nervous about her first time?
He shrugs, grinning stupidly.
Craven: Only if you think it's...
He pauses.
Craven: Nevermind, it's not important and would just sound stupid.
Skylar Hansen: No, say it. It can't be that stupid really, not as stupid as a hooker feeling like a virgin.
Craven: I've... never been with anyone else... so...
Skylar Hansen: I've been with many men, as you know, but none that did more than just straight fucking, none who took the time to cuddle, to touch, to kiss...
Craven: I never had time, or the...
He sighs.
Craven: Nobody else ever measured up. I was always the stupid little boy looking for his first. I'd put you on such a pedestal that no other woman ever even looked good to me.
She blushes and smiles.
Skylar Hansen: No one at all?
He shakes his head.
Craven: Not even when I would get really drunk...
Skylar Hansen: So how did you... relieve yourself? Oh wait... Too personal, you don't have to answer that.
Craven smiles almost playfully, a hint of regret and sadness in his eyes.
Craven: I tended to spend my nights too drunk and stoned to care.
Skylar Hansen: So you didn’t even jerk off or anything? All for me?
Craven: Told you it would sound stupid...
Skylar Hansen: Not stupid, I'm just impressed is all.
Craven nods to her.
Craven: Like I said, nothing else measured up...
Skylar Hansen: Eight years, that’s a very long time to go without anyone...
She smiles a little.
Skylar Hansen: No wonder you were so... ravenous... that first night...
Craven: It's not every day you can live out a dream.
Skylar Hansen: Especially not one you've been dreaming for eight years.
She shrugs.
Skylar: So what now? What do you wanna do tonight? I'm happy with whatever really. We could watch a movie, read some comics, I could kick you ass again on games, or...[/color]
She trails off and blushes, looking away.
Craven: Whatever you wanna do, Sky. Though I do have to admit... I want you…
A flush fills her face and she looks up at him, her heart pounds and she makes a feeble attempt to flirt.
Skylar Hansen: Oh you do, huh?
He nods.
Craven: I do... but I will not partake unless given permission...
Skylar Hansen: And if I gave you permission, then what would you do?
Craven: Everything you like...
Skylar Hansen: Then I'm all yours to do whatever you want with...
He nods and kisses her lovingly.
Craven: I love you, Sky...
Skylar Hansen: I love you too, Rick.
- - - - - -
Craven sits outside a bar called Riggsy’s in his car, glancing periodically at the door. He shakes his head and switches on his little voice recorder.
Craven: It’s a strange feeling, sitting here in the car watching somebody else when for so long, I watched over one person. I did things like this for eight years, always keeping my eyes on the prize while keeping one open even while asleep so as not to get caught from behind by somebody else’s crossfire. I spent my whole life hiding in plain sight, which is what makes the Sin City Knights taking a notice in me a little…
He pauses, glancing up at the door again.
Craven: I suppose strange is the right word for it.
He shrugs.
Craven: This one is supposedly trouble, but I’ve dealt with that before…
He grins and starts singing.
Craven: Well, I play an old guitar from a nine till a half past one
I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin' fun
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door
He sits up as a redheaded woman steps through the door of the bar, visibly intoxicated.
Craven: Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world
You doin' A-L-O-N-E…
He watches as she quickly lights a cigarette and looks all around nervously as if both hoping to find someone and hoping not to find someone.
Craven: Who are you looking for Miss Mercy?
A few seconds later, a cab pulls up and the redhead gets inside.
Craven: Guess it’s time to follow her again. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’s only going home. Then I can think about Mister Saint and give him the respect he deserves. man like that, you can’t take lightly so please, Miss Mercy, just be going home.
He puts his car into gear and quietly follows the cab at a distance and audibly groans at the sight of her next stop.
Craven: Fraser is not gonna like this…
He reaches up and turns off the recorder as he watches her make a quick purchase and then come running back to the cab. He follows them on and watches as the redhead runs into a known fleabag motel.
Craven: I knew it… there goes the cab and…
He shakes his head.
Craven: Shit, Miss Mercy… now I’m in for a long night…
Craven: This... belongs to you, I believe...
Walking over to her, he plunks down several thousand dollars in hundreds on the bed next to her. Skylar looks at it in disbelief, frowning.
Skylar Hansen: Now I love money as much as the next girl, but...
She shakes her head.
Skylar Hansen: This doesn’t belong to me.
Craven nods.
Craven: Yes... it does...
Skylar’s eyes narrow.
Skylar Hansen: How?
Craven nods to the money.
Craven: The first batch is from the frat boys in Georgia. The second from that guy who tied you up in New York, mouthy fucking bastard that one. Told me the whore i was fighting for wasn’t worth it. I borrowed a little extra from him, didn’t think he’d mind so long as I left his balls attached. The next bit was from the two guys in Toronto that didn’t bother to pay and tried to throw you out naked after the act. They didn’t like the cold much, themselves. The last bit was those guys in the bar near here…
Skylar Hansen: You tracked down all this money for me?
Craven nods.
Skylar Hansen: You punished them too I presume?
Craven: I suppose, in a manner of speaking, yes... I did.
A smile breaks out across her face.
Skylar Hansen: Wow, my own personal pimp and bodyguard. I'm impressed!
Craven shrugs.
Craven: I'm not exactly fond of most pimps, bodyguard I'll take.
Skylar Hansen: Bodyguard it is then. You got the muscles for that kind of job for sure.
As if to accentuate her words, she runs her hand down said muscle, then stops herself, looking away blushing a little.
Craven: Touch whatever ya like, Sky. It's yours whenever you wish.
She offers him a shy smile.
Skylar Hansen: I just... forgot for a moment how nice it was to touch a man, who wasn't paying me for it... its been a long time since there was that...
Craven nods.
Craven: I can imagine.
She laughs suddenly.
Skylar Hansen: Is it strange to think, that despite everything, I kinda feel like a virgin teenager again, nervous about her first time?
He shrugs, grinning stupidly.
Craven: Only if you think it's...
He pauses.
Craven: Nevermind, it's not important and would just sound stupid.
Skylar Hansen: No, say it. It can't be that stupid really, not as stupid as a hooker feeling like a virgin.
Craven: I've... never been with anyone else... so...
Skylar Hansen: I've been with many men, as you know, but none that did more than just straight fucking, none who took the time to cuddle, to touch, to kiss...
Craven: I never had time, or the...
He sighs.
Craven: Nobody else ever measured up. I was always the stupid little boy looking for his first. I'd put you on such a pedestal that no other woman ever even looked good to me.
She blushes and smiles.
Skylar Hansen: No one at all?
He shakes his head.
Craven: Not even when I would get really drunk...
Skylar Hansen: So how did you... relieve yourself? Oh wait... Too personal, you don't have to answer that.
Craven smiles almost playfully, a hint of regret and sadness in his eyes.
Craven: I tended to spend my nights too drunk and stoned to care.
Skylar Hansen: So you didn’t even jerk off or anything? All for me?
Craven: Told you it would sound stupid...
Skylar Hansen: Not stupid, I'm just impressed is all.
Craven nods to her.
Craven: Like I said, nothing else measured up...
Skylar Hansen: Eight years, that’s a very long time to go without anyone...
She smiles a little.
Skylar Hansen: No wonder you were so... ravenous... that first night...
Craven: It's not every day you can live out a dream.
Skylar Hansen: Especially not one you've been dreaming for eight years.
She shrugs.
Skylar: So what now? What do you wanna do tonight? I'm happy with whatever really. We could watch a movie, read some comics, I could kick you ass again on games, or...[/color]
She trails off and blushes, looking away.
Craven: Whatever you wanna do, Sky. Though I do have to admit... I want you…
A flush fills her face and she looks up at him, her heart pounds and she makes a feeble attempt to flirt.
Skylar Hansen: Oh you do, huh?
He nods.
Craven: I do... but I will not partake unless given permission...
Skylar Hansen: And if I gave you permission, then what would you do?
Craven: Everything you like...
Skylar Hansen: Then I'm all yours to do whatever you want with...
He nods and kisses her lovingly.
Craven: I love you, Sky...
Skylar Hansen: I love you too, Rick.
- - - - - -
Craven sits outside a bar called Riggsy’s in his car, glancing periodically at the door. He shakes his head and switches on his little voice recorder.
Craven: It’s a strange feeling, sitting here in the car watching somebody else when for so long, I watched over one person. I did things like this for eight years, always keeping my eyes on the prize while keeping one open even while asleep so as not to get caught from behind by somebody else’s crossfire. I spent my whole life hiding in plain sight, which is what makes the Sin City Knights taking a notice in me a little…
He pauses, glancing up at the door again.
Craven: I suppose strange is the right word for it.
He shrugs.
Craven: This one is supposedly trouble, but I’ve dealt with that before…
He grins and starts singing.
Craven: Well, I play an old guitar from a nine till a half past one
I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin' fun
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door
He sits up as a redheaded woman steps through the door of the bar, visibly intoxicated.
Craven: Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world
You doin' A-L-O-N-E…
He watches as she quickly lights a cigarette and looks all around nervously as if both hoping to find someone and hoping not to find someone.
Craven: Who are you looking for Miss Mercy?
A few seconds later, a cab pulls up and the redhead gets inside.
Craven: Guess it’s time to follow her again. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’s only going home. Then I can think about Mister Saint and give him the respect he deserves. man like that, you can’t take lightly so please, Miss Mercy, just be going home.
He puts his car into gear and quietly follows the cab at a distance and audibly groans at the sight of her next stop.
Craven: Fraser is not gonna like this…
He reaches up and turns off the recorder as he watches her make a quick purchase and then come running back to the cab. He follows them on and watches as the redhead runs into a known fleabag motel.
Craven: I knew it… there goes the cab and…
He shakes his head.
Craven: Shit, Miss Mercy… now I’m in for a long night…
