Icon of Coil: miss behavin' [bianca-malcom-missy]

August 14, 2002

miss behavin' [bianca-malcom-missy]

[atlantic city boardwalk | cont'd from "distemper"]

(missy jones) The fucking Boardwalk..jeez she hated this place, the yuppie haven...shops and shit all lined up the street...(Normally comfy in the hell of North Jersey where the booze flowed and the pool hall was her home)
The place smelled like shit, must be the water
She walks slowly up the street, why the hell had she come here?
oh yeah, had to drop some shit She had more shit to get rid of this time, and the coke and pot was fine in jersey, but she had to come out here to drop the X.
Hate the Boardwalk
Tonight dressed in baggy jeans and a black tank top that clings to her figure. on the front the words
i hate people
Eerie blueish eyes watch the grouns as she walks
(maybe if i dont make eye contact no one will annoy me)

there's a stillness in his frame (carefully watching Malcom walk away) fingers idle caress in stringy blond, glancing breifly to his charge

"You handled that well, SnakeEyes"
deliverance the voice in her mind

I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
Lock me up inside ya dirty cage
While I'm alone inside my mind
I like to teach you all the rules
I'd get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
There ya secrets never shone

Hand moves into her pocket as she pulls out a small piece of paper...
grabbing the cell phone she dials a number....
(pause)
"Yeah...im right outside...naw im on the corner...no dumbass no one is with me"
She mumbles a few more words and hangs up, glancing up at the street sign and leaning up against a lamppost...
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no

She waits and a guy comes out, dresse din baggy jeans that sit way below his hips, boxers showing out from the top...No shirt, Green spiked hair and numerous piercings and tattoos scattered along his body...

"You Missy?" he smirks..and moves towards her..

She nods, and moves close to him...Within about 30 seconds the exchange is made and she is already walking up the street..
(like i need more fucking friends, im not sticking around for idle chit chat)

**spotting missy, with an odd looking guy with green hair, he casually walks towards her , coming up behind her slowly**

::idle caress the touch (...of god...) that thrills through skinny frame, and she looks up to meet the glance, her smile soft, proud that she pleased him, the sting of his rejection eariler eased with continued caress::

a soft chuckle (idle play in her hair)

"I did not hurt you, did I?"

the twist of his smile turns wonder of what he asks (would it matter, would he care) rotating to sink onto the bench before her, visage held (reflected) in uneven eyes

She just walks...slowly
(no one saw, no one knows and i dont hae the shit on me anymore, just cash)
She doesnt look back, she heads up the Boardwalk...

**reaches out with an almost delicate hand to touch her shoulder.** "Hey Sugar." he says quietly, just loud enough for her to hear

She snaps her head as she turns
"What did i tell you about calling me food?"
(the same reply as always when he calls her sugar)
She relaxes the tense shoulder as she realizes its him and lets out a breath
"you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Naw, just trying to get a little jump outta you." he smiles and wraps an arm around her shoulder. "How ya doing?"

She shrugs.."im fine, i hate this fucking place" she looks around...

"nasty fucking yuppies with nothing better to do then spend money and look touristy"
she glances around

::she melts into a smile, adoration (kneeling at the feet of her king) clear in her gaze as head shakes just a touch.. though her answer is careful (and soft)::
"Just now, no."
::earlier, yes... more then had he torn her limb from limb.. whether he cared or not, she does - and as always, is honest with him.. (..he would know if she were not..)::

he understands the complexity of such simple words (touch soft, but no apology for earlier) his voice but only a murmur

"You'd prefer her over me, wouldn't you....."

while overlooked earlier, by no means ignored, curiosity in the tilt of his jaw

((okay, missed a bunch of missy and malcom posts, talking of taking a walk, how they hate the boardwak, and he's only here because his packmates, and it perks her interest right up if they were around))

A smirk crosses her lips.."really? our here?" she glances around, as if all of a sudden people would start glowing green if they were his packmates...like they would all of a sudden stick out to her..
"any around?" she asks

"Yes, one of them's back there." he gestures behind him. "At least he was when I left."

She looks behind him
the old guy with the shopping cart? hmm could be..the guy who is talking to himself while peeing in the mouth of an alleyway...hmmm possible...A guy on a skateboard with a great body and headphones on...naw not a chance...
she shrugs...."ahhh i see..and do i get to meet him?"

::eyes widen, slightly at the implications of the question and hands finally unfold from her belly, fingers sliding over his kness - touch affirming the honesty of her words::
"no... no Asher - I wouldn't... there is none for me but you, I will serve no other. I saw it as a way to needle him, that's all... he is bothered by the thought she would go for a skinny runt like me... but I wouldn't unless you wished it - heart and soul I am yours, Sir.. there could be no others..."
Eyes brim with truth, with the need to be sure he knows the depths of her (fanatic adoaration)loyalty::
"I prefer you over all."

"Do you want to meet him. He's a ways away." he says slowly

She shurgs.."naw not if you didnt want me to, i just thought.." her voice trails off and she drops it
"So you all done here, in the Boardwalk? I know i am" she twists idely at the navel ring as she walks

"I'm done here, unless you want to walk back and meet him. But I'll warn you that he's one of those I mentioned that got broken a little in the spiral."

there's a soft chuckle, reaching to run finger down the bridge of her nose (and what would you do if I were the one to pull out your eyes)

"I only wondered if you preferred women....."

though her preferences to his lusts would seem to matter not

"I don't doubt your loyalty, SnakeEyes, in any form."

they both know what he would do should that confidence ever be shaken

She shakes her head..
"naw...im sure ill meet him one day"
foreshadowing?
She shrugs and they walk..
"Lets get the hell outta dodge"

he smiles, "Sure, my cars about four blocks away." he chuckles. "So ya ready yet?"

She stops and changes her mind...its a girls perogative
"Yeah, i wanna see him, i wont say much i promise"

::she melts under the touch (...I would bless them for your use...) and relaxes a bit, hands sliding up his thighs, her smile soft (..coy..) as she dares to lean foward and rest her head against his chest, the thump of (..broken..) heart under her ear comforting. She knows.::
"I've never even been with a woman, Asher. And you were only my second. To be filled by you(r lust) is perfection others can only hope for."

**stops suddenly and nods , "Okay, back this way." he turns around again
**he leasds her slowly back towards Asher and Bianca.**

there's a croon in his sigh (purring madness) head held by (broken twisted) heart (cradled in the arms of a madman)

"So tell me of your first"

She follows, the smirk on her lips spreading, she had only seen a few, and wa curious about them..plus if she was going to join this little club, she wanted to check out the members...
she knows not to say shit about what he has told her...if asked she will lie
something she is very good at

"The pizza delivery girl from last night was with him when I was there earlier." he says as they turn the corner bringing Asher and Bianca into sight

Her eyes seem to change only slightly
The one who said she would rock my world? She looks up at him..
"your packmate ordered pizza from our pizza girl?" she looks confused..
"well its a small world after all then isnt it"

::Cradled - safe, in the arms of a (her) madman, and she laughs softly::
"There is not much to tell. He forced me. I was 16, and he was older, 37. The gym teacher... he took me in shower of the girls lockerroom.. "

"She serves him somehow. She might his mate." he says quietly

the purr thickens (coy at the thought)

"And did you enjoy it...."

She looks up at Malcolm.."oh"
Now wondering what she was even getting herself into , but curiosity was something she had flowing through her and she couldnt fight it..
they walk , she looks up ahead
noticing the girl (on her knees) embraced with a guy
"Im thinking we shouldnt inturrupt, although if they are as nice as you they'd probably wave and give me a hug" she chuckles

he nods slowly. "Perpahs you're right about not interrupting them."

::Khol darkened gaze hides under lashes as she moans softly, fingers caressing his sides as she admits softly, voice almost a purr::
"yeeeeessss.. he'd hurt me pretty badly - inside and out.. I ached for days, and cherished every second.. and now more so - as it prepared me to be ripe for you..."
::please, break me again...::

She nods and stops..."ok then lets just bail i guess"

She turns back to look at them once more

his laughter rings (rich, thick) though attention shifts (packmate) mismatched gaze snapping back down the boardwalk

malcom and a girl

::attention shifts, and her eyes open - still cradled close (...to insane heart...) she searches... and then softly::
"That's her - the Gaian."

he looks at asher briefly meeting his eyes and nods slowly, and wraps his left arm around Missy's shoulder

She shrugs.."guess plans have changed eh?" she looks over at the 2, her eyes taking in the man, taking in his fesatures,(as much as can be seen in the dark) his size and his posture. Then moving to the girl
her she smirks a bit, and wonders what her story must be...
"Plans change or are we leaving?"

"Ooooooh indeed...."

purred (coyly) a slow nod (invitation, brother in arms) offered

"Theyve seen us. We might as well go for it." he smiles slightly, and takes a slow step forward, followed by another

::a smile, soft, as arm slides around (...posessive, or possessed?..) the small of Asher's back, still (..melted..) relaxed against him as kholblack gaze watches them approach. She follows Asher's lead this time, secure that she has performed well::

"ok" She moves with slight confidence, the street girl obviously a fish out of water on the Boardwalk. pproaching the couple she twists idely at a piece of her hair as they approach

talons scratch along leatherbound back (fillet knives held at bay) hidden in the shadows

"So let's see how well your pet's trained.... Malcom"

smirk twisting poet's lips once they're near enough, light and dark blue gaze attentively (undressing) watching his companion

"Hello again Ash, this is Missy." he moves his arm slightly on Missy's shoulder. "This is the girl that I've told Kaj about." he pauses "Missy this is Asher and his companion."

Pet? Nice if they arent calling me food items i am a pet...
She looks to the companion and then to Asher..
"Hey" she nods at ASher, that was her style, he wasnt going to courtsey or anything...
then to the girl
"Nice to see you again" she smiles

::fillet knives at bay, and she arches her back just slightly into the tease, as a cat purrs under caress, her smile sliding coy as she aches a brow - just slightly - before winking at Missy once she is certain it will be seen by Malcom. But other then that the (perfectly behaved pet) skinny girl remains quiet, listening to the lubdub of (mad)Ashers heart before nodding, slightly in reply to Missy::

a purr roils (hungry) at the introduction, his voice (infectious, intoxicating) smooth on (crawling in like a wyrm) Missy's ears

"Mother's sweet milk"

ready to be consumed..... a hand reaches to bury talons (deadly caress) in stringy blond hair to finally introduce Malcom to his companion

"Bianca."

he smiles slightly, thats the most he's found out about the girl yet. "What're you two up to here?"

She looks over at the 2...Eyes lingering on the man for a moment, trying to decipher things about him without looking too obvious...before shoving her hands back into her pockets and looking at Bianca...
"The pizza was great" she smirks.

::(deadly) caress brings a moan, deep in its purity - there is only pleasure here, and a beg for more... eyes falling heavily closed before opening again - her voice a delighted whisper that (...begs...) flows in submissive contrast to the intoxicating (writhe) tones of Asher's::
"Pleased to meet you, officially Malcom, Missy."
::slightest touch of smirk in her grin, before smile warms toward Missy.::
"So was the delivery boy. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

so was the delivery boy she hears those words, but that would mean she ate.....

(long pause as it actually sticks in her head that she ATE the delivery boy)
Taking a step back
ok ok, Mal here made this club sound a little freaky and sometimes not-so-nice, but eating delivery boys?
She gasps slightly..
clearing her throat.."umm ya.." her eyes meet Biancas briefly and then move back to ASher

staying quiet oh so quiet, talking now would be putting a size 9 in her mouth, and she wasnt in the mood to misspeak and have to pull her own foot out of her mouth tonight

"Listening to the spears." a brow lifts "And has your night been as productive?"

[corruptive]

talons dragging on Bianca's scalp (blood nearly drawn to finger's call) memorizing the new scents rolling from Missy (how he would love to hear her screams) pink tongue tracing a (sinister) smile to his lips (think you can handle it, Missy?)

"You know, I dont know. Missy how much did we make tonight?" he asks joival and happy sounding, completly dismissing Bianca's implications of canniblism "And how much did we make last night? I never got around to counting it."

::She moans from deep in her chest at the drag along her scalp (...break me...) as she listens to the spears, and the others, her gaze remaining locked on Missy.....hungry.::

She smiles at Mal.."Bout 8 grand in the 2 nights" she smiles..
watching them interact

ok nows a good time to leave
She smiles at the dysfunctional couple...

phone rings funny how people had this number already

"your dime" she pauses

"yeah, yeahhh? Right on ill see you then" she smiles at Mal
"that was Eddie, hehas the rest, so change it to $10,000" she chuckles.."we should go get it before he spends it"

"Ten grand..... not that bad......"

a curiosity to what they deal (it's probably cut) though there's still an expectation to how long it will take (shouldn't she be ready by now)

"I guess I'll be seeing you two again....."

a promise to Malcom (a threat to Missy) never once stopping the (sick caress of his pet

"Well, I guess we should get going then. You'll definately be seeing us again Ash. Catch ya later." he turns slowly, bringing Missy into the turn with him, heading towards his parked car

Shenods and gets the little threat before taking Malcolms hand and smiling at him
"Yeah lets go" she walks with him, saying no more

::She smirks, slightly, as Malcom doesn't say goodbye - a playful pout following::
"goodbye....Mal..."
::And the smile with that (...hungry..)drag of her gaze over Missy..::
"Missy."
::before eyes close once more under (sick) caress...::

"Missy I was thinking about something." he says after several blocks. "You think we might be able to reinvest our cash somehow, through Eddie or someone?" he asks casually

She looks at him.."meaning what?" she was no scholar, hed have to spell it out like he wanted it

"I was thinking we put some of our cash into buying somestuff and letting others sell it for us. For that situation you mentioned last night, where we run out of targets, or the targets get too careful." he suggests unlocking his car as they approch

as they (retreat) walk away, his laughter grows (thick as winter's fog rolling over the ocean) Bianca cuddled (crushed) close in his mirth (it echoes a wraith chasing behind his packmate and the gaian)

"There is much work to be done, SnakeEyes"

crooned (lacivious) to his charge, standing to pull her from where she kneels (down before the altar of madness) and heading towards the motel

She nods..wow HER ideas were right Maybe she was valuable
"yeah, good idea, ill work on it tomorrow" she nods
"um do i have to eat pizza delivery boys?"

"Nope, I dont eat pizza delivery boys," he leans in close to her in a conspiratorial whisper "they're too fatty, and the zits, god." he shivers jokingly and chuckles. "Maybe we should finance an entire gang of our own. Ya know what I mean. Some punk kids cant take us physically so they get to be our patsies, dealers and soldiers when we need them. What do you think?"

::her breath stolen in the crushed cuddle though she returns it - her arms tighting around him as she chuckles softly, the easy roll of her(his special) name off his lips warming her as she is pulled to her feet, remaining tucked under his arm, against his side as they move toward the motel::
"I'm ready"
::for whatever you wish of me - she is not frightened of work, not when it is for him. Basking in the glow of his approval still::

She nods.."yeah yeah that could work" she says but is still focusing in her head on the eating od the pizza boy

**he opens the door for her** "So what'd ya think of Asher?" he asks quietly

She looks at him..
"what can i think, we got 2 sentences in as he pawed his pet, and then we left, i cant post judgement on someone in 4 minutes" she smirks.."but hes bad..hes a scary guy, the way he looked at me made me think he was undressing me with his eyes, and deciding how to serve me for dinner" she chuckles..
"or serve me to his girlfriend"

he chuckles. "Dont feel too special about it. He looks at everyone that way. Including me." he shrugs. "Like I said he's a little cracked." he pauses. "Okay alot cracked."

She snaps her glance to him..
"i wasnt feeling special i was answering your question"

"I was jokeing Missy. I'm sorry if he unsettled you."

[asher and bianca left]

Posted by asher at August 14, 2002 12:00 AM

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