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Thread: The Soulbinder (Randomizer & Sensualist)

Desmond cringed at the pop. He had tried to be as gentle as possible with it. At least he probably was on enough painkillers to subdue an elephant. He nodded at Seans words. He knew the place, then rolled his eyes. Come on, I don't need to know that. You can brag over your catches when they haven't caused you to fall down a manhole. For a while longer, he turned the conversation onto other matters, until the nurse came back and told him that Sean needed his rest, which was when he left. That evening, he made his way to Jax's basement. He had a pretty thick wallet, which he knew wasn't the wisest thing to do, but he guessed he might have to resort to bribing the girl to give him the four-leaf clover back, if he let on how much it meant to Sean. If the bouncer didn't stop him, he simply would go inside and see if he could find the girl there. If he did, he would tell him I'm a friend of Seans', he left something here last time he was here, I'm here to come pick it up. After that I'm leaving again.
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Jax's Basement was wedged between a bank and an electronics store a recessed doorway between awall of polished black pseudo-marble anda gaping glass storefront filled with unlit flatscreens. Bass-heavy music rose from below the ground, muffled into incomprehensibiity by the obstacles in its way and acoustics ofcthe club. Desmond could feel it in his fingertips and teeth, rather than hear it. The door was blocked by a burly fireplug of a man who looked up boredly from his phone as Desmond aproached, giving him a bouncer's once-over that took in style, potential threat and potential spending capacity. He didn't seem impressed on any count. You a friend of Sean's? That supposed to mean something to me, esse? You coul be a friend of Dorothy for all's I care. I'm a friend of Benjamin, you get me?
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Desmond had been prepared to have to ask exactly where the club lay once he got within a few streets. It wasn't as if it was one of the major ones any student knew. But as he got close enough that the club started sending vibrations of the bass through his body he knew two things He had found the club, and he probably would be getting out of here with at least hearing difficulties, even if he didn't found the lucky charm his friend wanted him to get. The doorman was actually wrong on all three accounts, according to Desmond. The general populace would probably give him 1 out of 3, or 2 out of 3 if technicalities didn't count. His style was, indeed, not noteworthy, and while his own savings were nothing to look at, he was able of falling back on his parents if high need arose, even though having to do that would be the last thing he'd try to do. Threat assessment, though, was a skill the bouncer might want to get better at. Depending on how much actual skill the man had, he might give him trouble, but a determined bouncer wouldn't be able to stop a determined Desmond in most circumstances. Still, beating up bouncers wasn't what he was here to do. He rolled his eyes, and got a 100 dollar bill out of his wallet. There. Now, as I am sure you and your friend have a lot of catching up to do, I would quite like to get inside. He said, and moved to step inside unless the bouncer stopped him. If not, he'd go resume his original course To find the redheaded, bargoing Irishwoman with the four-leaf clover tattoo. He hadn't really stopped to think about how stereotypical that might sound.
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The bouncer smiled and performed a minor but impressive bit of sleight-of-hand as he made the bill disappear entirely, then lumbered his bulk out of the way and pushed the door open for Desmond. The music rolled out, deep and heavy so that descending the stairs in the first circle of nightclub hell or heaven, depending on your point of view was like walking through velvet curtains. The air that carried the pounding, swirling bass was warm and thick with smoke tobacco, weed and rave-atmospherics alike, and carried the scents of perfume, fresh sweat, booze and a heady undercurrent of endorphins and pheromones. Jarring flashes of deep blue, green and red light illuminated the posters of bands and concerts that lined the narrow staircase as he made his way down and into the great chamber of the club itself. The ceiling was low enough that many of the dancers could reach up and touch the lights and speakers that hung from it as they rocked and swayed with their arms in the air. On the stage a J spun hypnotic beats that rose through the soles of their shoes and moved something deep inside, a primal, Sabbath-time, bonfire-dance of community and motion. The crowd seethed as one many-limbed body, one ocean of flesh, joined in the joy of dance and tangible music, and Desmond suddenly felt a twinge of isolation from not being a part of it. Shaking it off, he cast his glance around the dark room, seeing numerous nooks and booths where people dozed, drank, made out or held point-blank shouted conversations under the omnipresent noise. As he tried to make his way around to the bar, the surging dancefloor buffeted him, trying to draw him in like a whirlpool swallowed a boat. He managed to fight off its pull, the inviting tug of hands and the simple weight of bodies, but stumbled as he escaped, and found himself grabbing the edge of the bar as he caught his breath. A pint of beer skidded across the smooth glass surface, landing right in front of him, foam slopping at the rim and amber bubbles bursting. Desmond looked up from it and found one of the bartenders grinning at him a short, redheaded woman in a tight black Ramones t-shirt and mixologist's apron. You look like y' could use one of these, boyo, she said, leaning towards him with a twinkle in her emerald eyes, her voice somehow musical and clear despite the torrential music of the club.
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There were times where Desmond would like such places, although perhaps a bit less drugged out, and would spend all night in these clubs as if there were no tomorrow. Tonight, though, he was here as an outsider, and was completely not interested in it. He ignored all of the people trying to pull him into the dance, fighting against the current of people, at times physically having to shove somebody aside who ignored his attempts to get through and simply stood in his way. All the while, he was trying to search for the redheaded woman, but he saw none on the dance floor who fit the description. When he got to the bar, he felt as beaten up as after a night in the gym, assaulted by all the scents, sights, sounds and people he had tried to force his way through. So for a moment he was simply glad that he could catch his breath, and that a glass of cold beer had managed to make its way in front of him. Only after he had taken a swig did he look at the source. Well, at least he wouldn't have to look through the crowds any further. Now he only had to hope she'd be willing to give the clover back. He was unable to agree with Sean about her, though. If he'd have told anybody about her, he would have been certain to tell them about her eyes. Her eyes were one of the greenest pair he had seen so far, set apart even more by her red hair. He mentally slapped himself back awake. He was here for a reason, not simply to goggle at pretty ladies. Even though he had to admit she was very pretty. Certainly, but what I really could use is a lucky charm. Found one of those around here a while ago? He asked, he himself do having a need to almost shout to get over the music, bluntly going straight to the point. It might be interesting to try to get her into bed before, but Desmond was neither really the type for that, although he could certainly make an exception for her, nor was he eager to spend all too much time in this pit of a club.
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The girl was certainly striking it wasn't hard to see why Sean had been drawn to her. She was built like a supermodel, but on a miniature scale she couldn't have topped five foot even, but was proportionately leggy, with sleekly curved hips, a lithe build and pert, rounded breasts. Her creamy skin was dusted with freckles, making her like a blank canvas on which the strobing lights of the club painted their hues, and her lovely face was surrounded by a short cloud of flaming hair. She watched him taste the beer a Guinness, of course and gave him a wickedly sly smile. Looks like you already got one, she lilted, reaching over and flicking Des' silver and obsidian necklace where it hung around his neck her fingertip brushing against the base of his throat, just above the top of his shirt before pulling teasingly away. Or were you thinking more of somethin' like this? She arched her back, leaning slightly away from the bar with a display of feline flexibility as she reached down for the hem of her own shirt, lifting it up to give him a flash of slender waist and taut stomach, with a couple of leafy lobes of a clover tattoo inked in green in her white flesh.
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Desmond didn't have to find it hard or easy to see. He felt himself drawn to her, only his current knowledge that she had a habit for taking lucky charms and he was currently trying to get it back for his friend managing to stop him from trying to hit on her. So, trying to keep thoughts out of his mind of picking her up and fucking her against a wall, he kept his composure. Mostly. The light touch of her hand against his throat as she played with his necklace for a moment, and the sight of her smooth and lovely stomach made him quite glad that there was a bar in between them. I've got one, but my friend doesn't. He said, perhaps a bit more quickly than was normal for a calm person. It's similar to yours, except, obviously, not on his body. It's a four-leaf clover. He says he must've lost it around here, and you were the last person whom he had showed it to, so he wanted me to come ask if you knew where it was. He looked intently at her face, looking for a hint of guilt, even if she'd answer that she didn't know where it was. And to keep his mind off her waist.
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There was a flash of emotion on the woman's face as Desmond probed her about the lucky charm but definitely no hint of guilt. Rather, a brief flicker of a heady mixture of amusement, mischief, malice and curiosity.Oh, aye? Is that right? she chuckled. Mebbe ye should tell your friend that some presents aren't meant to be kept ferever, and it's not wise to flash 'em around willy-nilly.If you ken remember all that tomorra, that is. She winked at him, a wicked green flicker, then stepped back from the bar and twined herself away between the forms of two other bartenders, losing herself in the hustle of bodies. No sooner had she vanished than Desmond realised his mouth felt dry, and there was a throbbing pain in each temple. His stomach gurgled a complaint, a wave of nausea rose through him. He was usually no lightweight... had there been something in that Guinness? Whatever the case, he suddenly felt a pressing need to offer his prayers to the porcelain altar of Bacchus.
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The expression she gained was both interesting and confusing. Both because he had not expected such a look at all. She looked guilty, of course, but neither worried, or actually feeling guilty about it. Her words managed to confuse him even further. A present? It was just a three leaf clover with an extra leaf glued on, he said. He spoke out loud. Then, she turned from him, and pushed herself inbetween two other bodies. Hey, wait, stay her--gaah! At that point, the headache hit him. Every beat of the music was another nail driven deep into his temple, even as his stomach tried to turn itself over in his belly, or at the very least. Thoughts of the woman were soon driven from his mind and replaced by thoughts of needing to empty his stomach. He forced his way back through the crowd, in search of the first bathroom he could find. He made his way into it, into one of the empty stall, where he leaned over the toilet and started puking his stomach out as his body tried to expulse the poison the irishwoman had put in his drink. What the hell had he gotten himself into? was the first rational thought that came back to his brain after that, soon followed by And how am I going to get myself out of it without leaving Sean with the ultimate bad luck. Lagging slightly behind the others, a third came. God, I hope I'm at least in a guys' bathroom.
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The strobing of the dancefloor lights cast disjointed and painful images on Desmond's suddenly-tender brain as he staggered past it to get to the toilets. They assaulted him like ugly polaroid snaps. limbs seemed bent into unnatural angles bodies lurching through obscene rituals sneering smiles and blank-eyed euphoria. He managed to find the stainless steel and tile cell of the bathroom, lit in UV tones to discourage junkies from shooting up before his body betrayed him and breakfast through dinner staged an abandon ship through his mouth. He was still gasping from the effort of throwing up a year's worth of growth and rinsing his mouth out from the sink when he felt a hand lace through his hair. Maybe she was stronger than she looked, or maybe he was weakened by the emetic drug, but the little redhead was able to hoist him around without much apparent difficulty. Before he could react, her lips were on his her mouth small, warm, insistent, her tongue sinful as it invaded his. Desmond felt an electric tingle race through his body. Unexpected arousal, and something else, something giddy and... weird. She pulled away, and maybe it was once again a hallucination brought on by the effects of the drug, but he could have sworn there was some sort of glow around her lips, a trail of glimmering sparks flowing from his mouth to hers. It was accompanied by a vague and unconscious sense of loss and anxiety, like something insubstantial was missing from him. The bartender tilted her head back, licking her lips like she was savouring something. Mhhhm. Not bad. An orphan, adopted by rich folks? A sweetheart of a step-sister, but a roomful of bullies? A real mixed bag o'fortune you got yerself there, handsome, she smirked, letting go of Desmond and letting him slip bonelessly to the floor. She turned and headed towards the door, a sway of new vigour in her petite denim-wrapped hips. Yer friend had his comin', but for what it's worth, I'm a wee bit sorry about the bucket o' crap you've got headed yer way, she cast back over her shoulder, untying her apron, balling it up and casually tossing it in the waste bin. If ye want my advice? Stay away from lottery tickets and busy intersections for a while. She raised her hand and gave him a wiggly-fingered little wave as she pushed open the men's room door.
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How does one of these things work, exactly? What if I read someones journal post, and want to respond? Anywho. I'm laying in bed with a sudden fever, vertigo, and it's hard to breath. I can't afford to miss more work, damn it! My bosses basically told me that my health is not their concern, and they'll drop me real quick. So, getting sick is not an option. Been having fun here tho, playing some great games! Enjoying delving into stories again. It's been so long since I rp'd. Trying new things too. Like a sub role. I just can't seem to get into it for some reason. - Eventually I'll be back to writing 5-10 paragraphs at a time. Just gotta stretch out, crack my nuckles, and get back into it.
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RE A few little bites... Do you remember where you were, and what you were doing on this day, 13 years ago? I do. I was sitting in my 1 bedroom apartment, flipping through channels when I saw a clip of the first Twin Tower burning. The news said that a plane had flown into it. At the time, they had no clue that it was intentional. I watched the tv, my hand over my mouth. As I watched the second plane strike the other tower, I screamed. What the fuck was going on? What was this? And that's when word got out of 2 other hijackings in air. I couldn't move or even think and comprehend what was going on. Why was this happening?? Then people started jumping out of the towers to their deaths. I was crying as I watched body after body falling. The chaos on the ground matched by the chaos above it. Smoke and ash filled the air as sirens blared, people screamed, and questions remained. Fuck, I'm getting emotional just writing this. And then the second tower to be hit fell... and then the first. Both of the magnificent towers gone in under 3 or 4 hours. Was this even possible? An attack on our land? Our people? Our lives... This day marks the 13th anniversary of the most significant attack of modern times. So many lives were lost that day. Not just those who worked in the towers. Not just those on the planes. Lives of those who came to help. Who tried to save as many people as possible, before they almost certainly lost their own life. I can still picture the faces of those crying, screaming. Scared and lost and confused. Those words describe the faces they showed on tv. If you werent around to see the images, or don't fully understand the significance of today, for both America AND the world, I strongly suggest you look up the movie 911 from 2002. It shows so clearly the horror of that day, and the days to follow. Today, I honor those who serve, those who've given the ultimate sacrifice, and those who fight in the name of Freedom. Military and Civilian alike. God Bless America. Land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her.... my home sweet home.
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RE A few little bites... I'm currently sitting outside of our local hospital. My mom is in the ER. This is an almost monthly thing for us. She has Diabetes, and subsequently Gastroperesis because of it. I think I spelled that right. Basically it causes nausea, vomitting, high bp, and severe pain in the upper gi. My phone is about to die as well. And I'm also having pain, especially when I stand or walk, in my extreme lower abdomen. Me having pain is not new, due to my long list of medical issues, but the pain in this area is new. So yeah, fun stuff. Anywho, if you are waiting on a reply from me, either through pm or the boards, I apologize as it won't be untl tomorrow, probably.
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RE A few little bites... Alrighty then! Finally all caught up on my games. Woot! Supposed to be a beautiful day here on the East Coast, in the 70's. Taking the kids to the park today. Hopefully it won't be too wet from the rain we got yesterday. Not sure what we are doing after that. But hopefully I'll be able to reply to any RP's as the day goes on. My pain has been well controlled for the past 2 days. Which is a welcome relief. Now, if only I didn't have pain at all! That would be above amazing. My mom is doing much better since being in the ER on Thursday night. She's heading to spend a few days with some friends, and I'm always nervous that something will happen while she's away. So my brain will be filled with those thoughts until she returns. This is a relatively boring journal post. Lol. Sorry if you came hoping to be entertained. None such here today. Y'all have a wonderful day today! I'll be poking my head in from time to time.
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Thinking about the roads we choose I want to write a whole post about the direction my life has taken, and how pissed off I am by the situations I find myself in because of the decisions I've made. But I can't. Because you wouldn't understand, and I'd look like a shitty person. So yeah.
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RE A few little bites... Work has been CRAZY busy lately, and it absolutely killed my back on Thursday. The shitty weather we had this week didn't help either in my flare up. Thank God for good meds. This chronic pain thing as been really hard, not just on me, but on my family and friends. In fact, I've lost quite a few friends since my diagnosis. Some people just can't understand that when you're in too much pain to even get out of bed, you can't go out to the party or walk around the Renn Faire. Seriously speaking, NO ONE understands unless they are also plagued with chronic pain. It's not necessarily a bad thing. I'd honestly rather no one have to go through this. I may be sadistic in nature, but I'm not cruel. Speaking of cruelty, I had a conversation with a friend yesterday. We were speaking about being cruel. He was trying to tell me that being cruel was the same as being sadistic. I disagree. Sadistic people hurt others because they get a good feeling from it. Be it happiness, or arousal. Whatever it is, they do it to gain that feeling. Cruel people hurt others because they HAVE no feelings. There's nothing there to gain from being cruel. They do it because they simply do not care about anyone else but themselves. SO yeah, I'd say there is a difference between the two. What do you think? Comments open.
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RE A few little bites... Comments Open Anyone else here have chronic conditionsdiseases that they have to deal with on a daily or almost daily basis? Today has been hell on earth for me. But really, since Friday it's been pretty bad. Friday at work I passed a small kidney stone. Had to keep working. Thank God for pain meds. Saturday was ok, and actually got out and did some fun thrifting. But today... well, let's just say that today is one of those days that I'd prefer to have a sitter so I could sit in my bed all day long. It started out with severe body pain, due to my Fibromyalgia. But about 30 minutes ago is when it really turned into a shitty day. I have Sporadic Hemiplegic Migraines. Click the name to read about them if you are curious. But the tldr of it is, these migraines cause stroke-like symptoms in the victims of it. No two migraines are alike. With mine, I very rarely have severe head pain with it, usually it feels like a regular headache. I also don't have sensitivity to light and sound, like most migraine sufferers do. Instead, I get total weaknessparalyzation on my left side. My speech becomes slowed and slurred. My cognitive function plummets to very low levels. My gait walking becomes turned in and extremely slow. My general movements are also slowed. And the severe fatigue makes it almost impossible to stay awake. And the worst part is, the more of these migraine episodes I have, the more my brainbody will be permanently affected. My cognitive function seems to be the part that's had long lasting effects, but my left side being very weak is a close second. I had my first migraine when I was Skyping with my sister Kat, who lives in WA state. She and my husband became extremely concerned, thinking that I'd had a stroke. In fact, the ER had no experience with these types of migraines. I had to do my own research, and present the diagnosis to my Neurologist who admitted that she hadn't even thought of that diagnosis, and confirmed it to be what I have. There are 2 different types of these migraines. Familial, which means it's hereditary. And Sporadic, which means I don't have the gene that causes these migraines, Although I do worry that even tho mine are sporadic, that I could possibly pass on the probability of them affecting my children. Anyways, this was just a post for me to complain in. Lol. And to give anyone who really cared to know, a bit of background on what I deal with from time to time. Maybe next time I'll write about my other health problems. Heh. Have a great night everyone!!
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RE A few little bites... I. Hate. People. Sincerely.
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Feeling a bit low to the floor lately, so excuse my RP absence. Hopefully I'll be back as soon as my mood lifts. -
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What's going on with you, girl? Sending you a PM... And a virtual hug