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Jul 24, 2019 21:50:47 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jul 24, 2019 21:50:47 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Lulu literally shattered dimensions to keep that footage buried. Mouse nodded to her question about the footage being erased. He honestly didn't know if it was or not, but she didn't need to get worked up again. Especially not in his nice expensive studio that he had stupidly allowed the insurance policy to lapse on. "Yeah." He said dryly. Lying with the ease and profesionallism of a real scumbag.
What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and he could go back later and bribe the guards for the footage or beat it out of them. It really just depended on his mood. Standing here now it amazed him how singularly focused his mind was. They were interupted, but the moment just before was nice. The moment just before he had broke through a layer of fantasy that had always drapped over him in his dreams. He was lips on Lulu and they tasted like butter pecan flavored lip gloss, and sexual frustration.
His jeans were growing tighter as he moved across the room. Pausing as he passed the camera to turn it on. The little red light beamed brightly. He even turned the camera slightly, deliberately so she knew she was being filmed This was a straight to video kinda thing. It wasn't going to see a theatrical release and it sure as hell wasn't going to be seen by anyone other than himself, but he wanted to document the moment. The moment he grew a set of balls and finally took the thing he had wanted for so long. Lulu's heart.
Lulu was his main priority. He didn't see the beings crossing the dimensional plain. He didn't see the spider web cracks in our reality shifting chaos and disorder into the molds of normal life. He probably wouldn't have questioned it. Mouse wasn't the brightest of guys even under the bestest of circumstances, but he had a good mind for business and an eye for cinematography. "Let me make you a movie star." He joked with Lulu. Letting out a little chuckle.
He knew that she knew he had used that line many times before, but here he was playing around. Sitting on the bed beside her he reached up and pinched her chin between his fingers. He guided her lips towards his and paused there. Holding her breath just inches from his skin. "I've always love you Lulu. I've always thought about this." And he had. HE had had countless women laying in his bed but it was only ever one face he ever really saw when he closed his eyes. She was a velvet dream of pain and personal torment. And she was more than worth it.
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Jul 10, 2019 19:56:27 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jul 10, 2019 19:56:27 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Mouse was only trying to deliver what he thought the boss wanted and now.... Well, now he had his own personal prospect. It was no secret that Mouse was usually not the friendliest of people. He was more on the serious side that most people mistook for a grumpy streak. That and the fact that he loved getting his knuckles scuffed and bloody meant that he wasn't someone you wanted to be on the bad side of.
Mouse looked at Lulu for a hard moment of silent communication. Just by the look he gave her she would know he wasn't pleased. He already had more shit on his plate then he could handle and now he had to take on a prospect? Prospects were basically the club's bitches. They did all the grunt work and were used as cannon fodder and free slave labor. But more than that the club was looking to weed out potential new members. Anyone with the balls to last and the stomach to handle the dirty work.
Mouse could tell the kid had balls, but he was severely lacking in the brains department. He wouldn't be surprised if the kid get himself killed either. If that was the case, he would be a smear Mouse wiped off his shoe on the edge of the curb and maybe something he occasionally thought about on the crapper when he let his mind wander. It wasn't going to break Mouse's heart to see this kid dead, but he did kind of like the kid's spunk. "Fuck it fine." Mouse grumpily replied.
"Heel toe kid. I have to stop by the studio and meet Rebecca. You just became my assistant's assistant. Prospect membership dues are $300 a month due on the first of every month. You miss a payment your ass gets tossed in the cage out baack and you get the shit kicked out of you. You do whatever any member of the club says, and you find ways to bring the club money until you pay back what you stole. Plus interest. Understood?" Mouse said as he grabbed Blink by the back of the neck and roughly shoved him ahead of him.
He wasn't angry but it was a show of force for Lulu's benefit. She didn't like raising weak prospects. She didn't think it helped the club at all and to her credit she was sort of right. Mouse didn't degrade prospects as much as some of the other members. It was like pledging in a fraternity only with a very real chance of dying.
Mouse just needed some help at his porn studio and Lulu had just volunteered the kid for the job. Stepping out into the hall Mouse pulled out his smokes and shook one out. Putting it between his lips he lit up. He even offered Blink a smoke. Holding the box out to Blink he looked at him. "What did you say your name was again kid?" | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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Jul 10, 2019 19:33:22 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jul 10, 2019 19:33:22 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Hank had kept pace with her right up until the door. Watching he step inside he only watched as she destroyed valuable recording equipment and monitors. Well. There goes my membership to the acquarium. He thought with a slight shake of his head. Still. She had to be feeling some sort of way. With all the shit with Johnny and the club on her shoulders. Mouse didn't bother to stop her as she vented a few of her frustrations on some low level assholes.
They were minimum wage pussies who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hell, they might've just even been only doing their job and happened to notice a couple of intruders and now they were going to be torn limb from limb because of it. It wasn't something that was eating away at Mouse's conscience just an observation he made mentally as he watched sparks flying from the shattered computer monitors.
Mouse was ready to jump in when he saw the syringe. He didn't get a chance to do a damn thing before Lulu punched a whole in the ground. The floor shook violently and it threw Mouse off balance. He went toppling over as a crack beneath his foot crumbled away and he fell, spilling into the hallway. More cracks raced along the walls and down the foundation of the building. Fish tanks burst open and spilled creatures all over. The two dolphins Hank had donated to the acquarium spilled out into the dirty floor and broken glass. Hank and Lulu the dolphins flopped around dying and gasping for air. Water shot out of the blow holes on their heads a watered down pinkish red color. Shards of broken glass had cut into their sides causing internal bleeding. He wasn't saving them even if he could find a really really big bucket.
Mouse's expression changed to a hard edge look of anger and now he was ready to tear those security guards limb from limb himself. Lulu might've caused it but it wasn't were he put the blame. Mouse didn't know about the rip in space in time. He hadn't actually had a chance to see into the hole before he clumsily crashed into a trashcan in the hallway. Standing up Mouse's hair fell from his messy pony tail bun. He turned to the security room to see Lulu dangling off the edge. Only three fingers holding her weight as her grip was fading fast.
Mouse ran. Galloped was more like it he took large lumbering awkward jumping steps charging towards her. As he bounded hopping over monitors and debris his clothes ripped at the seems. His muslces bulged through his jacket causing tears. His jeans split open at the thighs as the muscle beneath became too big to contain. His hard edge expression was now apish and grotesque. His lower lip seemed to bulge out and his jaw line had tripled in size. His eyes sunk into his head and were protruded by a thick neanderthal skull like brow line. His eyes were two glowing emeralds of angry fire. A massive hand snapped around her slender wrist. Mouse dove 7 feet across the room and landed on his stomach grabbing her just as her grip failed.
She fell into the abyss for only a second before he was pulling her back up with a single hand. Mouse stood up onto his feet and hoisted Lulu out of the whole with no trouble at all. His big monkey like face starring at her with deep concern and a little anger still lingering on his eyes. Mouse was still Mouse. His thoughts were the same though his ability to sway his emotions were greatly diminished. If he was angry he was enraged. If he was said he was hopelessly depressed. Right now he was worried. Lulu passed out in his arms. The drugs took hold.
Mouse craddled her into his arms like a sleeping child. He only needed one arm to hold her. He used the giant finger of his other hand to gently push a bang out of her face. The ground was still shaking. There was a loud whirling sound that he didn't know where it was coming from, but he didn't notice. He was only focused on her. Walking out of the room with her Mouse carried her down the hall.
He walked past the dolphins who were no long flopping. There was pink puddles of blood on the wet floor. Mouse stepped over them without even a glance. His heavy chest rising and falling with even heavier breaths as he walked to the front door and kicked it open. Mouse couldn't very well ride a motorcycle with a sleeping woman so instead he picked it up and tucked it under his arm like he was carrying a heavy box. Walking silently down the street with Lulu now slung over his shoulder. He went the only place his simple mind could think of under the circumstances. Mouse took her to Yes Daddy Studios. | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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Post by Mouse on Jul 4, 2019 2:40:31 GMT
Mouse stuck a cigarette in his mouth and listened to her tragic story. He knew she had a hard life. He had never known any of the details. Still she seemed to be taking it in all in stride. She didn't skip a beat and she didn't let any of that shit from her past weigh her down. He at least had to respect her for that.
"You screw whatever is in front of you as long as it has a nice pair of legs or a hefty cock. Other than that, you clock in on time show up for the shit i need you for i really couldn't give a shit about the rest." Mouse blew off her tragic story as something he didn't care about. It was just his way to be cold and gruff. Tough love, but he did flash her a look that could only be seen as respect as he picked up his beer and took a sip.
Mouse wasn't supposed to be smoking in the resturante but damned if anyone was going to come over to him and tell him he couldn't . Well at least he thought so. "Hey buddy. Do you mind? Me and my family are trying to enjoy a nice dinner." Obviously this fucking guy missed the little show of russian roulette with the gun earlier. He had stepped away from the table to go take a piss. And obviously he was some out of town vistor tourist motherfucker who didn't know jack shit about the fools. "Oh am I disturbing you?" Mouse asked polietely.
"Yeah, you're being a real dickhead so why don't you keep it down before I get nasty." Mouse smiled pleasantly. "Ah shit man I'm sorry. Here you are out for a nice dinner with your lovely wife...." Mouse lingered his gaze on the beautiful blonde the man was sitting with. He casually glanced at their 10 year old son sitting between them. "And here I am being an asshole." Mouse said standing up.
Moving over to the table Mouse turned his chair around backwards and sat at their table with his arms across the back of the chair. "My humblest apologies. See if I had known I was being rude..." The man tried to interupt him. "What the hell do you think your" Mouse gib slapped him in the back of the head so hard he almost gave the poor shithead a concussion. "Don't you fucking interupt me." Mouse glared at him so hard he might've shattered from the force of his gaze. "Like I was saying. If I knew I was being rude and ruining your dinner Surely I would have felt terrible about it." Reaching in his jacket pocket he pulled out $200 and tossed it on the table. "Dinner's on me. Eat up. It's good." He said.
Mouse grabbed the guy by the back of the head and slammed his face down into his speghetti with so much force he shattered the plate it was sitting on breaking the guy's nose. "You better learn that sometimes you should just keep your fucking mouth shut. Showing off for your bitch here ain't going to get you nothing but a few dozen ass beatings and some hurt pride. Remember that. As for you...." Mouse turned to the guy's wife. "I could make you a star. You like that money there?" Mouse nodded at the $200 he casually gave away like it was no big deal. "You want to make some movies baby??" Mouse opened her hand and stuck another $1,000 in it along with his business card. "Leave the hubby at home and swing by my office."
Mouse didn't give her a chance to turn down his offer. "Enjoy the rest of your meal folks. You too little man." He said winking at the kid who was almost on the verge of tears. Mouse returned to Rebecca and his own table. "By the way.... I got a new Prospect. His name is blink. I'm going to need you to get him a suite, and some new clothes. Take him shopping. The kid dresses like shit. If he's going to be hanging around me he needs to look sharp. Lulu demands it so it shall be done." Mouse said taking another sip of his beer. "Oh and uh....Get that woman's contact info. I think i just found the leading lady for "Lord of the G-Strings, that new Lord of the rings parody porno. Nerds eat that shit up."
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Post by Mouse on Jul 4, 2019 2:39:38 GMT
Mouse stood there quietly for a moment. He could see the look of absolute disbelief on the kid's face and he couldn't really blame him. The fact of the matter was..... Sometimes Lulu came on a little strong. Not that she knew he was going to be dropping by with the kid. She all but used the guy's severed arm to point at the kid and say "Who the fuck are you shrimpo?"
Mouse rubbed his beard as he watched the kid panic and stammer. This shit would almost be funny if it wasn't so damn tragic. He looked over at Lulu and he could see the wheels turning in her head. Ah shit.... Don't you do it Lulu. Don't you fucking do it. He already could see where this was headed just from the look of amusement on her face.
She was going to prospect this kid. Mouse didn't really have a problem with the kid becoming a prospect. A potential future member of the Fool's Dice club. The part he had a problem with was what she said next. That he was to shadow Mouse and be his own personal prospect. Mouse didn't really need a lacky.
Then again, even he knew better than to argue with Lulu Milton. "Really Lulu?" He asked as she made the announment. "What the hell am I going to do with half pint? Have him fold my socks?" Mouse didn't really think the kid was gutless but he didn't hae the experience to do any of the shit Mouse might need him for. Unless he was packing something Mouse might use him as a stand in on set.
Maybe as a fluffer for some of the actors.... With a heavy sigh Mouse reached over and grabbed a Fool's Dice Prospect jacket. It was a leather jacket with the word prospect on the back. It did not have the grim reaper on it like most fools jackets only the word prosect. The reaper had to be earned. You earned that patch by proving yourself to the club. |
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Jun 29, 2019 19:57:26 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 29, 2019 19:57:26 GMT
Mouse didn't answer with his usual short answer. Normally so direct and to the point, here he went a little off the rails. "Well, you wanted me to find out who was hitting all those properties. Enter this little shit stain. I confronted him about it and.... He hit me with a dildo Lulu. He hit me with a dildo." Mouse, who was not usually known for making jokes was straight faced and serious. The serious tone of his voice coupled with the phrase, "he hit me with a dildo." Just hit the ear in a funny way.
Mouse looked at the kid and then back to Lulu. Honestly he didn't mind the fight. It was good for him to get a little fight in now and again. No one wanted to challenge Mouse in the cage because Mouse was a big hulking motherfucker even before his powers kicked in. On the flip side of the coin he had the ability to shrink too and taht almost made him more deadly.
Still the kid had put up a surprisingly good fight and Mouse could see the potential in his abilities. The Fools didn't have a teleporter at all among them. That was a skill that could very well come in handy. "He can teleport." Mouse added with a gruff and gravely voice. His big massive arms were folded against his chest and he for some reason felt a little self conscious about being seen as the boss ladies eye candy. Still, Mouse crossed the room and stood beside Lulu who was leaning back and sititng on the corner of the desk.
Mouse was all too entirely used to seeing Lulu covered in blood. Her tempers were that of legend, but he had witnessed the legend first hand more than most. Mouse was usually the one cleaning up the bodies. Mouse watched as Benny dragged the body out of the room and down the hallway. It was awkward and no one really said a word until he had left the room. Leaving a awkward silence where the only sound in the room was the squeak of blood slipping across the floor until they were gone.
Mouse, was now beside Lulu and leaned into her ear to whisper to her. "He could work off his debt to the club. We could use someone with those skills." He mentioned. Mouse was not a incredibly intelligent man. He had a good brain for business, and he was a god damned prodigy when it came to cinematography, but mostly he was brawn not brains. He had a good personality and a decent head on his shoulders, but Lulu was clearly the brains of the operation. Still, Mouse's suggestion wasn't a bad one. He could see Lulu twisting the idea in her head even though she had yet to speak on it. |
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Post by Mouse on Jun 27, 2019 1:09:36 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Just when Mouse was ready to find some cheese, the breaks were pumped. It was a 60 mph speed sign that ran directly into a red light with no warning. "Fuck!" Mouse protested as she shoved him back. Not knowing her own strength combinded with her bubbling anger she had shoved him hard enough to put a crack in the metal railing on the opposite side. His back cried out in pain as he huffed and puffed to catch his breath.
Mouse sometimes forgot how strong she was. It was her beautiful and alluring nature that made you forget. A bee swimming n the honey comb doesn't question why the honey suddenly tastes like insectaside. At first Mouse didn't even heard the reason for this sudden depature. His eyes followed hers to the camera and he groaned. Ah shit. He had known about the cameras too. At least he knew and had forgotten about them. He was so wrapped up in the moment it didn't really matter to him.
Now he picked up his clothes and followed after Lulu. His bare feet padding down the hallways after her. The security guards were already making a scramble for the weapons locker. Especially after seeing the tiny woman with terrible tits fling Mountain man Dan clear acros the room and break the handrail. "Fucking mutants! Get the tranq guns Billy!" One of them cried. Fumbling with the keyes to the locker these low rent renta cops didn't carry actual guns. They only had acess to the marine biologist tranquilizers.
Mouse struggled desperately to catch up to her, but Lulu was doing her angry bitch walk. She was fast when she did her angry bitch walk. "We wasting these guys or what? I've never killed a guy with a hard on before. That'll be new." He mumbled under his breath. He was still rock solid and wishing she hadn't noticed the camera. It wouldn't have been the first time he fucked someone with a beeping red light staring at his back. He was in the business afterall. But she was right. Those security tapes had to be found and destroyed. | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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Jun 16, 2019 23:42:29 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 16, 2019 23:42:29 GMT
Mouse looked at her and chuckled. He couldn't help but be a little impressed. She had icewater in her balls and nails in her veins. Sure, she was a tough one. That didn't mean that he hadn't made the right call. Picking up the gun he sighed as he ran his hand over the barrell. The smooth polished silver of "Loretta" The name he had given this particular piece. Loretta was one bad bitch and anyone Mouse wanted dead she killed no problems. When things had to get messy and time was a factor. Only, Mouse didn't want to kill Rebecca. He put the gun under his chin and pulled the trigger... "click" The sixth and final chamber was empty as well.
"You're a bit of a bitch aren't ya?" Mouse laughed. Referring to her no nonsense attitude and her ability to keep her cool even when she really shouldn't. Mouse tucked the gun in his jacket. Or at least he was going to until the waiter came over to take their orders. Instead his face grew serious and he pointed the gun at the waiter kid's head. "How's the chicken? And don't lie." Steely eyed gaze and firm delivery had the kid pissing his pants. "It....it's the s...chef's special.." The kid stammered out. Mouse lowered the hammer on the revolver and smiled. "Good. We'll have that. Both of us. Now get the fuck out of here!"
He ordered. The kid tucked the menus under his arm before even giving them out and hurried off. "AND BRING ME A PITCHER OF BEER!" He added. People were looking. Mouse didn't rightly give a shit. If people weren't looking at you then you were doing something wrong. Mouse leaned back in his chair and stuffed his gun away in his jacket pocket. "You know Rebecca.... I realized I don't really know shit about your personal life. What made you want to join the business in the first place?" He asked curiously. They were waiting for their food and most of the serious shit was already out of the way. Might as well follow up with shooting the breeze right?
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Jun 14, 2019 23:29:51 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 14, 2019 23:29:51 GMT
Mouse didn't bother to answer anymore of the kid's questions. He already had a blinding headache. He was doing everything he could not to reach up and start rubbing the bridge of his nose. Man, this kid loved to fucking talk. And not even anything interesting. He was one of those nervous talkers. Mouse was quiet. He reveled in a moment's of silence. Mouse was much more of the quiet type. If he opened his mouth it was because he had something to fucking say.
It wasn't long before they were pulling up into the Fool's Dice Club. Mouse directed his little friend with a few stern words. "Out of the car." He demanded. Getting out himself and walking up the steps without bothering to turn around and check to make sure that the kid had indeed listened. He could have vanished away. He could have ran the first chance Mouse turned his back, but Mouse had faith that he wouldn't.
Unless he had misjudged him. Mouse had deemed the kid to have a great whopping pair of balls. Balls enough to steal from the fools. Hell that's pretty much how Kenny had became a member. Standing on the same Fool's Street corner every day peddling pot to anyone who would buy it when it was clearly fools' turf. He got a ass kicking for 3 days straight, and for 3 days straight he kept showing up on the corner to sell his drugs unafraid . On the fourth day they brought him a Fool's Dice prospect jacket.
The Fools respected people who had balls. It was a very good way to get noticed. But there was a very thin line between brave and stupid. Some people could throttle that line and live to walk away....Others.... Well let's just say the Fools had a high body count and a lower tolerance for stupid. Moving through the club Mouse found Lulu's office door at the back. Only casually turning around to make sure the kid was still with him. He chuckled a bit to see the kid limping up behind him. "You look like a shit salad with asscheese dressing and crutons" He alughed.
Knocking on the door he knew Lulu wouldn't want to be interupted. At the same time he also knew that she wanted to meet the person who was dumb enough to knock over spots that were important for the fools. Word on the street was it was just a single guy. Word on the street was correct, though who they found was slightly less physically imposing then they imagined. Still the kid had a story to tell. Mouse brought him to the boss to tell it and he wouldn't mind hearing it himself. |
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Jun 13, 2019 19:04:15 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 13, 2019 19:04:15 GMT
Mouse wasn't going to be running the club. It was going to be Lulu who took over when the dust settled, though Mouse was under a different impression. He thought maybe that Lulu would boost him up the ranks and rise him to the status of King when it was all said and done, but it would go very differently than he pictured. Mouse wasn't an unloyal guy. He didn't know exactly what Lulu was thinking. They hadn't really talked about it. Mouse had confessed his deep love of Lulu and they ended up banging in an aquarium after hours while a couple of security guards watched on dusty monitors. That was it. That was as far as the conversation had gone after they both realized they were ready to take Johnny Rome down. Mouse would lead the club if he was asked too.... But he would also happily fall in line right behind Lulu.
It wasn't about power or control it was about assholes being assholes and karmic justice smacking you in the face with it's dick. And if you haven't seen Karma's dick....It's a hell of alot bigger than yours! and it packs a fucking punch. Mouse sat there quietly listening to Rebecca tell him that she would be true. That she would be loyal. He knew she was skimming money out of the kitty purse. He never said a fucking word because what she took was so small. She earned well for him and brought him new talent that was always a big draw. Not to mention the few times he had stuck her in front of the camera herself and starred her in a few MILF porns. Label it like it is right? Mouse had to admit she had a killer body for a gal of her age, but every body bleeds when disloyalty runs out of focus. Weather you dangle or your parts tuck in at an angle, no one messed with Mouse's fucking money and his ability to earn for the club.
Most of the profits shot back into Johnny Rome's pocket for the club treasury fund. Mouse would grind his fucking teeth everytime he had to cut that weasle into his shit, but every scam every play made by a fool benifited all fools. That's just how it went. Everyone shared with everyone a slice of their pie and it kept wallets fat and the party life flowing. Mouse starred at Rebecca. "I've never asked you to do some shit like this, but I need you to prove your loyalty not just fucking say it."
His words were harsh almost cold. Mouse slid a gun across the table and spun it around to face her. "There's one bullet in the six chambers. Squeeze the trigger five times against your skull. Show me that I'm not an asshole, and I will believe you." Mouse wasn't joking. There was no smile playing at his face. He expected her to do this because.... Well, because the alternative was worse. If he couldn't trust her anymore, or the Fools thought that they shouldn't trust her... Then she would be taken out into an alley and killed just to be dumped in a fly infested dumpster. The Fools didn't keep loose threads around for some nosy fucking cop to come tugging on.
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Post by Mouse on Jun 7, 2019 21:35:42 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Thunder rolled in. His heart was pounding so hard in his temples he thought it was fucking thunder. Moving his had across expensive fabrics Mouse hiked her skirt up. Pushed aside the pretty dress that Johnny had bought her to keep her happy and content. To Mouse it was just in the way. He wasn't normally this stupid. He didn't have a death wish and Mouse honestly didn't know which side of the fence the cards were going to fall on.
He only knew that he was ready to take a chance on Lulu. He would rather bet his life betting on her than sit a moment longer under limp dicked leadership with no passion. Mouse was a loyal guy, and if Johnny had ever been any kind of a man at all he might've been more conflicted in this choice to mutany, but he wasn't. For mouse the choice was easy and the taste of her cherry chapstick and the heat of her breath on his tongue didn't make him feel any less wrong about his choices.
His fingers settled into her thighs and gripped them tightly. His eyes were laser focused on the shimmery ray of sunshine balanced on the rail. This was it. This was what the club meant to Mouse. A good woman, a code and the prospect of brotherhood. Johnny had pissed all over brotherhood, not Mouse. Mouse didn't consider himself a traitor, it was Johnny who was betraying everyone by being a selfish dick. What were next steps? What would happen when they woke up the next morning. The sunrise wasn't too far off and the fact that the new day brought big change made his balls tingle with that strange metallicy feeling.
Still, he wasn't wrong. He had been wrong about a lot of things as his lips pressed into her neck he tried to count on one hand all the times he had been wrong in his life.... 1....2.... Nope. Only twice. Mouse didn't make dumb choices and that's why he wasn't as terrified as Lulu. He knew this was the right thing to do in his heart and in his gut. His fingers slipped into lacy fabric. Mouse could ride to hell and back and the only demons he'd be battling were the ones pissed off he didn't pay for parking during his visit.
Mouse wasn't aware of this but there was a security guard here. Two of them in fact. Somewhere in the facility there were two guards sharing a bag of Doritos and watching Mouse pull her shoulderless top down. Exposing sensitive skin to the cold fridged air and finding a handful of warm flesh in his palm. "Dude. This hairy motherfucker is totally about to bang this spanish chick by the dolphin tanks." One of the guards said to the other.
The second guard, who was holding a bong and looking as if he had just woken from a 7 year dream rolled his chair over. "Wait, we have intruders? Shouldn't we like stop them?" The first guard looked at him with a lazy drunking haze glossing his liquored up eyes. "Are you fucking stupid? The TV is busted. The most i could have hoped for tonight was to watch the dolphins fuck!" He said popping another Dorito in his mouth.
"Ohh Look there goes the pants. And there he goes up in that!" The second guy said now fully getting into the show. The head security guard slowly turned the camera with a little dial to get a better view. "She has nice tits." The second guy said. "Eh... C-" The drunk guard said leaning in admiring them himself. He just wanted to be a dick, but he sure was enjoying the show. Mouse hadn't noticed the camera. He had never broken in here before. He just wanted to take Lulu to someplace special and make her feel special for a change. | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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Post by Mouse on Jun 5, 2019 23:56:55 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Recent events had seen a tonal shift. The swift and avenging action of breaking up the power couple. Johnny Rome and Lulu Milton were no longer the King and Queen of the Fools. It was only Lulu. Johnny was gone. Fucked off to god knows where, maybe he was in hiding. Cheating on a woman with absolute strength and the ability to rip the world in half will have you hiding like that. Through all the debris and all the wreckage that was their shattered love stood Mouse. Standing there on the other side. By Lulu's side. Right where he should be.
Mouse loved her and maybe that made him stupid. Crossing someone as dangerous as Johnny, but fuck it he was dangerous. He was dangerous and pissed off and maybe he had enjoyed the torture sessions just a little too much lately. The kid was still standing though. Sorta. He only smirked at the kid as he whiffed on a punch and fell on his ass. "Yeah, let's go see the scary lady." Mouse said dryly knowing he was referring to his own girlfriend. Grabbing the kid by the collar of his shirt he drug him across the dirty floor.
If the kid didn't have his tetnis shot he was pretty fucked. Mouse didn't own a car. He owned a motorcycle. He had drove it hear after one of the other fools had tied the kid up to the chair. He was just called in to do a little aggressive question asking. Now needing a ride he didn't have shit. He pulled the kid to his feet and slung him hard. The kid stumbled backwards slamming his back against some rando car. Mouse picked up a loose brick and threw it through the window. "Well... Get in. Or do you want to ride in the trunk?" He asked with a smile.
Not really waiting for an answer he walked around the car and was ready to punch out the other window with his elbow when he realized it was already unlocked. Ooops. Mouse went to work on hotwiring the car. All but ignoring the bleeding squirt in the passenger seat until the car roared to life. Mouse looked at him a moment with a serious expression. "Well.... Buckle your seatbelt. Safety first." The cocky sarcasm spill out of his mouth and he almost laughed at his own irony. "What's your name anyways kid?" He asked, waiting for him to buckle before pulling off down the road. | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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Post by Mouse on Jun 5, 2019 23:19:54 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Open a photo album blind folded and point to any random picture of Mouse over the last three years and you would remove the blindfold to see a picture of him looking decidedly pissed off. Mouse didn't smile for the cameras. He didn't believe in putting up a facade when bullshit was the order of the day. This had been a long time coming. The fact that Lulu was finally opening her eyes to it honestly filled him with relief. It had been hard to sit there and be the yes man and not say shit about what he was personally feeling.
What hell he had put himself through just for her sake and the sake of her pride. Sure, she didn't want anyone to know she had been crying but he had known. He had always known and instead of being a fucking man and comforting her all these years he had kept his mouth shut. It wasn't his place to step in on the boss's girl. Treat your queen like fucking royalty. Otherwise you don't deserve her. It wasn't a hard rule to follow and yet, Johnny Rome stepped all over it.
She was scared. Of course she was scared. Her devil was going to tangle with his demon and who knows where the moonlight would fall when the dust settled. Probably on Johnny's mangled corpse. Hell hath no fury like a 90 pound woman with the power to rip world in half. Jesus fuck Johnny. Are you retarded? Mouse didn't know what the deal was beyond the obsessive partying. Mouse was never really in attendance. There were boys in the club who loved a Johnny Rome party. Not to mention the fact it was a complete excuse to do whatever you wanted and blame it on bad choices and alcohol poisoning. "You fucking should be." Mouse said simply when she said she was scared.
He didn't meant for it to come out quite that way. The aquarium was quite for a long time as he wrestled back and forth with his next steps. He was all in at this point. Double or nothing, he was ready to double down and face the shit storm with open arms and an open mouth. He would weather any storm to see her standing on the other side of it. He supposed that feelings had been building for a long time and it took him growing a set of balls to realize just how far he was willing to go for a chance at what he knew he deserved. A queen on his arm and the world at his feet.
This wasn't about the chair at the head of the table. Mouse didn't really give a shit about that. That was responsibility and Mouse lived a pretty care free lifestyle. Well, he did. If this was the direction he was heading the random sex with random supermodels was over and he was okay with that. "Johnny's not going to be hap..." Mouse started but she almost floored him when the next words came out of her mouth.
He had cheated on her. That son of a bitch! Mouse could feel the tension in his jaw tighten so much he almost broke a few teeth just from the grind. He was going to kill him. He was going to fucking kill him! Mouse felt rage piling into his stomach. Slowing eating at him, eating him alive from the inside out. Madness murdered reason and the thoughts just went out the window. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Mouse screamed at the top of his lungs and before he could stop himself He picked up a metal trash can and threw it through the glass display.
A river of fish and salt water spilling around their feet. As the water washed out of the tank a shark came swimming straight at him. Mouth open ready to take a hungry bite as it's last meal before gasping for air and flopping around like a jackass! Mouse just punched it in the face and stomped on it's head that was only half of what he was going to do to Johnny. And speak of the devil. The door swung open and Johnny walked in. His eyes glaring at the two of them standing there under the sparkling water and sharing a privacy that could only bring a confident man to jealousy.... His eyes traveled towards Lulu's queen jacket in the on the ground. In his mind Mouse must've seen her take it off but he wasn't paying much attention beyond the white rage swimming through is mind like an electric buzzsaw.
Johnny looked at Mouse in particular. "You have the balls to fucking betray me?!?" His words were cold and bitter but Mouse charged him. Seized him up and picked him off his feet with a single choking hand that broke his neck and left him flopping on the floor like the fish. Death twitch, a tiny foot spasm and then utter stillness. Mouse was vindicated, but he still didn't feel any better.
Mouse just stared at the floor, spaced out; breathing heavy. He didn't even notice his jacket slipping off his shoulders. He didn't feel the elegant fingers riding up his chest or the sudden closeness he had always wanted. He snapped out of his violent fantasy, just the two of them. The water calm and quiet behind the unbroken glass. Johnny Rome was not here and Mouse's eye traveled to see her Queen's jacket in the trash. A fitting place for it. Mouse held his breath as her lips touched his once more. It was almost sad to let them leave. Lulu asked him once again if he was ready for what came next.... "I'm a soldier. I don't know anything other than fight. I'm ready. This is a long time coming." He said quietly...
Mouse pushed her up against the glass. Her back arching and her hands pushing back to balance against the streaky window. She sat balanced awkwardly on the bent railing as Mouse removed his shirt and showed her just how ready he was. He was going to to make her feel more wanted that Johnny had ever made her feel. Lulu was only ever a trophy to Johnny. It wasn't a real love like the candle Mouse held for her in his heart.
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May 31, 2019 19:00:31 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 31, 2019 19:00:31 GMT
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Mouse was angry. Fuming really. He swung wildly only catching air as the little fucker blinked too fast for him to keep up with. The downside to large muscles is you move much slower. Mouse was getting a little winded from all the tireless swings at nothing.
He howled in pain when he felt the stab of something on the side of his head. Yep. There it was. Hanging form the side of his head was a huge wiggly, jiggly purpose dildo. It had been spiked to the side of his head with an impressive floppy swing that drove a nail into Mouse's skull. The pain was incredible but he couldn't worry about that.
Mouse roared with enough force to knock over the wooden chair in the room. He grabbed the little pipsqueak out of the air by around his ankle and slung him as hard as he could into a wall. He threw him with such speed and such force he didn't have time to blink that time. He hit the wall leaving a crater and Mouse slowly shrunk back to his less impressive stature. The ripped clothes hung loose on him as he dropped to his knees.
Mouse was leaning on his knuckles and breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. Who knew the little jerk had so much fight in him. He could honestly say that he was pretty impressed. Lulu would want to meet him personally. Not only to work off what he had stole, but she would probably want to put him in a prospect's jacket. She was a bit of a collector when it came to super powered personalities. Anyone with any sort of abilities usually ended up working for the fools if she could help it.
"You got balls kid. I'll give you that." Mouse said without looking up. Pushing himself to his feet he cracked his neck. The Dildo flopped around on the side of his head. It still had lube on it that rubbed against the side of his bearded face. Mouse groaned and ripped it out of his head. Fuck. His day was turning into a shit sandwich with no mayo. And you couldn't eat a shit sandwich with no mayo. It'd be too dry.
Mouse turned and looked at the kid. "If you're not dead get on your feet. There's someone I want you to meet. And trust me kid, she's scarier than me. And a lot more dangerous." Mouse smirked. He actually kinda liked the kid. He wasn't the biggest or the strongest, but he had heart. And that counted for a lot when you got right down to it. |
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May 30, 2019 19:46:29 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 30, 2019 19:46:29 GMT
| Hiedi ho, Here we go, No solution, Strong undertow | Mouse wasn't foolish enough to think that this would be easy. He knew the risks and he chose too anyways. Finally after years of grind he had reached for the one thing he honestly wanted. When he opened his eyes and was truly honest with himself. There was nothing else. He had everything he could possibly want in life, except the one thing that would make him truly feel alive. "Yeah. I know." He said quietly. The only sound between them was their heavy breathing.
It was only a simple kiss but both of them were breathing hard, as if they had both ran a marathon. Mouse didn't bother to step away. He still pinned her smaller frame against the railing. He looked down and smirked at the fact that her hands had clutched the metal railing so tight it crushed beneath her grasp. IT was crushed inward like an empty soda can. Mouse raised her chin with his fingers and looked her in the eye. "Are you ready for that?" He wasn't about to make descions for her. This was her choice as much as his. She had to be tired of Johnny Rome's shit as much as he was of seeing it play out.
Mouse wanted to scoop her up into his arms. To take her back somewhere in the building and find the first counter he could find and go to work, but that was fantasy. That was all in his head. Reality was much harder. He had to process this. It meant a lot of things for them, but it effected the entire club. Every Fool would feel the consequence of his action. Was he ready for that?? Was he okay with breaking up the entire club for a love that should have never showed it's face? A love that was forbidden and damn near certafiable?
Yeah, he was ready. He would cave Johnny's head it like that handrail if he thought he was going to take this way from him. Though it all still hinged on the weight of Lulu's choice. "Johnny's gonna be pissed, but i can handle Johnny. Everyone's afraid to step into the cage with him, but I ain't afraid." Mouse declared confidently. "He's been running the club into the ground and taking you with him. I've seen the countless nights of you crying." Mouse was regarded as one of the biggest drinkers in the club and Lulu's unhappiness was the reason why. Every night she came back crying, neglected.... Without him being about to do a single fucking thing about it; well that was just another night he would tie on one and passout in his studio reviewing angry sex tapes.
Mouse was quiet for a long time. The tension rolled through the air and over his massive shoulders. He was still breathing heavy. His heart felt like it was trying to kick it's way out of his rib cage and flee the scene. "Johnny doesn't need to be at the head of the table. His head is so far up his ass. He's more interested in partying than leading the club. You've known that for a long time Lu. Someone has to step up. I think that someone should be you." Mouse would surely take the seat if it was offered, but in his mind Lulu was already his queen. If not his leader he most certainly worshiped her like a queen.
He would follow her orders to the grave if that's where it took him. He'd unscrew the cap on a beer and toast with Satan himself if it got Lulu out of her personal hell. What was a deal with the devil after all when the ink had dried and the contract was finalized. It was a way to gain a little personal happiness. Mouse was always in good spirits... But he had never truly been happy until the moment his lips had met hers. | TAGS: @names || WORDS: number || NOTES: blah blah blah | Quite unfair, Quite a pair, No box office |
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