Icon of Coil: whom is the bravest? [gaby-vos]

August 22, 2002

whom is the bravest? [gaby-vos]

[north jersey | the apartment]
asher - gaby - vos

And so she sits
smoking a cigarette
She is in a pair of boxers and a tank top
im NOT going out tonight
She is in Malcolms place..
hers now...
Why dont i feel the remorse i should?
he was weak, he made bad decisions..
She had warned him, she had tried to tell him, but he didnt want to listen to someone so new
Fuck that, she was destined for this life, and a survivor..
you should have listened
(flaw-dark fate) This was her Destiny
She smokes a smoke and the TV is showing an Episode of Jerry Springer...
bare feet on his table...
relazing
no company, no headaches, no issues
she was right for this life,and they soon would know it

knuckles rap a rhythm against the door (he can hear Jerry inside, he can smell her from here) the Galliard standing quietly in the hallway

...... Kyrsha'waaaai'gaaassss........

mystery of the whisper that taunts through her mind (dream or nightmare) a voice more familiar that any would want it to be

"Why bother knocking?"
she calls out...

a smirk crosses those lips, shoulders rolling in a shrug

"Because it is polite? Have you a moment or are you busy with Jerry....."

She laughs
"come in Jerry wont mind"
She pulls her toned (so toned and firm) legs from the table, not the least embarassed to be in a tank top and frog boxer shorts..
But doesnt get up, this is who i am, tak it or lave it
Asher....she would have liked to learn from Asher..he took me here, to where i am But Asher was far too busy with his other toys, pets and she didnt like to share
She huffs down the rest of the smoke and butts it out in the overfull ashtray
i need a maid
Drinking from the Jim Beam bottle as she sits on the couch

((vos))
*The black Audi crusies to a stop on the street. The door opens and the man steps out of the car.
Arming the alarm he knows nothing in this neiborhood can overcome the.. things his car has on... in it to prevent it's theft.*
I feel like a fucking movie perp returning to the scene of the crime.
* he runs a hand though his dark hair and smiles looking at his fingernails. The manicure did them well and he crosses aginst traffic. The cars screaching to a hault with in inches of him and he doesn't even look up from his nails.
He doesn't have a dark fate. His fate is bright. The wyrm has told him so. He's chosen. Or so he thinks.
Entering the building he heads up the stairs, taking them two at a time and emptying out on the second floor and pauseing to close his eyes and strech out his perceptions.
THey will be here. They would return. Ahhh... yes. there they are.. His bright eyes open and he heads up the last flight more slowly. Pulling out a little spritzer and sprays some breath spray into his mouth.
Good ol Young and Smith(tradmarked PENTEX 02) breath spray. Put out by the company and sold the world round.
He smiles and taps the little cylender. Being of the company he knows the little code in the barcode humbers to avoid. Granted it wasn't that hard... only about one out of 10,000 were tainted.. but that one.. heh it hit more times than you think. We sell 4,000,000 of these a year after all.
He straightens his cuffs and checks the cufflinks*
Humm is onyx too tacky? * he pauses and looks at them and nods. removing them from the french cuffs and pocketing themand pulling out small ruby ones.*
They'll like the symbology I just know.
* he smiles and heads on up the stairs.*

(asher)
the door uncerimoniously opened (and closed tight behind) stepping into the apartment far more casual than the previous night, mismatched eyes dropping to where the bloodstain should have been

smile growing (seditious) to see it gone

gaze dragging across what little clothing exposes, chest rising in slight breath, hands flattening over hips to slide deep into jean (already slung low over hips) pockets

"Are you upset about last night."

She laughs..."I think Darwin had a point...survival of the fittest, and hell he didnt want to listen to me, cause im only a baby"
she laughs
(what an eerie laughter)
"I may be new..but this was my destiny, i aint scared, im enthused" she shrugs and moves over...
what little clothing she has on, she doesnt give a crap, if you got it, flaunt it
"Now what good would i be if i was upset about last night, although, knowing before hand would have been nice...but eh...its all part of the life now isnt it"
she smiles at him
holding out the bottle..
"you drinking?" she chuckles..
"Malcolm was a nice guy...which was his first mistake, also, he talked too much and thought too little"
then she stops and looks at him
"am i oversteping boundries by saying what i think?"

((vos))
*Reaching the flat he walks down the halway, steping over things as he comes to them.

Reaching into his jacket he pulls the gun and checks the clip. Not that it would do more than piss off the people in this room, you just never know when you need to discourage a little chase when "Others" Show up.

Ugg, they are so tacky. All woodland living and stuff. Nature boys and grrls.

His voice comes out deep and rich*

"They need to shave their fucking pits, quit hugging the trees and get laid."

*Nearing the room he slips his gun away again and nods. straightens his jacket and makes sure there is nothing on his shoes.

Reaches out to knock... waits... 7 seconds and then does so. The nocks gentle and almost coying...

How the fuck is a knock on the door coying? Oh you know.. You KNOW.. You know that knock your spouce used to use when the relationship was fresh.. when they were being sexy and shy.. when they were coming in to "Make love" That knock... the knock they used before they just came home and fucked you till they faked one and then on to the game or the "Reality shows"

Not that there's anything "wrong" with those mind you... Omni (Trademarked PENTEX 2000-2002) Television puts out a nice one caled "Fang and CLaw" That has people on Safari killing real beasts.. mayby he'll take a vacation.. anyway. The nock is there. Coying in it's application.

Knock.......Knock.*

"Good fuching lord...another party?" she looks at the door
and its hardly my place, i just aquired it
She looks at Asher..
"you expecting anyone?" she glances to the door...
"anymore bloodstains in here, and im gonna get pissed"

there's that soft (seductive) laughter as the offered couchspace and bottle are easily accepted

"You did know beforehand - you just did not realize of what I was speaking in our last little chat."

smiled, easily, a mirth in mismatched (heaven and hell) eyes

"And of course not...... I rather prefer an honest opinion, even if you prefer Pseulak."

he remembers well the Urge she chose as he explained them, eyes sliding (intrigued) to the door as the knock washes through his senses

"..... he has the most interesting timing."

She laughs now...."actually i find something even more fun then just blurtin out bullshit"
She lights up another smoke
(Crossing her legs...slowly)
"Its much more fun to get other people to lie to me, without them knowing i am making them..thats the true test" she chuckles.
"and i dont need to lie to ya, dont worry, you'll know when im full of shit, my eyes turn brown"
honest fun lie there
She looks at the door...
"interesting timing in deed...shall we answer it, or wait for him to just enter"
she chuckles, playing with her hair..."Malcolm being gone only really affects my sex life, nothing like getting laid when ya snap your fingers" she smirks

((vos))
*The very second she snaps he opens the door and steps in with his head lowerd, so when he looks up you see his eyes first, then his face and theneatly trimed mustash and vandyke.

THe Tribal tattoos, hypnotic in nature, ripple up like writhing snakes under the skin of a body streched smooth with the gases od decompisition.

It's beautiful, in a truely sadistic and melevent sort of way.

He smiles leeting them see him and not (( hopefully) shoot him.*

"I remembered the dip."

* his smile small and strange. Half joke half... private joke but he does infact pull out a small container and left hands it to Gaby. Hell the guy could have made a good short stop had he not chosen this life.

Another striking thing they might notice as the rippling tattoos fade is his scent... lucritive and feritive in nailing it down when they do they reconize it for what it is.

THe scent of a leader. An alpha... And no before your mind confuses. Not an alpha garou.. but that little scent that leaderes the world round carry. And it's a scent they would enjoy.*

Hello. Did ya miss me?

She smirks.."with every bullet so far" she takes the dip and looks at the container" and then
laughs
"wow what a house guest, now let me let ya in on something, i dont eat dip, you wanna get in my heart (didnt say my pants) bring me a bottle of whiskey "
she doesnt move to get up or anything
(sure is making herself comfortable in a dead mans place, but hell, Malcolm was fond enough of her to give her the place
She looks at the guy briefly, and then the tattoos...interesting...
Eyes move to the TV
"Fuck, these trailor park trash all sleeping with their sisters boyfriends and their boyfriends sisters...blah blah blah.."
she hits the VCR to play
and boom
Porno on the TV
"there, some good ol fashioned skin flicks...as i was saying..."
She chuckles..
"whiskey next time..."

the slip of words across her tongue brings laughter sliding across his (rich, thick, the sadist's harsh caress)

"I think his entrances are more dramatic when he plays them himself...... don't you?"

connected, entertaining - seems the fomor is indeed proving useful, and once more he brings a smile (slashing cruel) to the Galliard's lips, breath filling his lungs (the scent of power's lust), a shine (ink swimming in skin) alighting those eyes - crooning

"Of course, Vos..... we were just speaking of desire's pleasures at the snap of fingers and how delightful such things may be......"

((v0s))
*his other hand comes up with a bottle of Kentucky blue.*
They are selling this in washington for $50 a glass.
(He carefuly crosses the room and hands her the bottle*
That's 75 year old scotch. Aged in a smoked barrel and bottled by hand byt the little wizend fucker that knows what he's doing.
*he smiles*
Did yall catch my bit in the paper?
*he moves to a chair and after making sure there is nothing to sit IN he sits ON it*
You should smoke Circinus Brand... we put extra nicoteen and chemicals in them to make um good. ANd it's not like they'll kill... well. You.
*His eyes turn to Asher and he bows his head deeply in thanks*
Such things often are.

(asher)
he may not be allowed to touch (one)...... yet...... but it does nothing to stop roving (violating) eyes
over the both of them

"Oh indeed, Vos..... as I'm sure you know. I caught the tail end of the news report earlier..... care to indulge me with a little more?"

She takes the bottle as her eyebrow raises.. niceee
She now finaly stands up
(boxers and a tank top)
And moves across the room, stepping over all Malcolms shit as she heads into a back room and momintarilly is gone
(pause)
Coming back out, and returning to the (malcolms) couch...
Quietly she drinks from the bottle he offered her
making the ultimate scotch face
"ohhh thats some strong shit...now this i like"
she looks over at them both..
"naw i dont watch the news...(too depressing?) nope
"it bores me, i like to be surprised"

((v0s))
Oh you flatter.
*He smiles and reclines softly*
We've opened a new clinic in town. To "Help the poor and downtrodden" * he brings his hands together in a prayr stance and raises them up by his face
Nice cufflinks.. red.. like blood.
and mimics the virgain mary*
"Because we... care"
*A diversive chuckel.* In reality it's the foot hold to revitalize the 900 block in the company image. THen we'll move in and gut the entire thing and reshape it. Use it for our own purposes.
* he waves one of the hands casually and the tattoos swell and ripple across the fleash to fade again* The local trust will build up. We'll pop a few zits, put a few bandaids on and then we'll start slowqly subverting theirr good health.
We have these nifty things call bianary agents now.. we give them a vacceene today.. and then 5 years down the road they take a Young and Smith(Copyright PENTEX) Advil that they bought at our new Herricks ( Copyright PENTEX, think... walmart or target) and Poof they come down with a case of the crawling uglies like nothing you've ever seen.
* he smiles and his eyes flash with dark green inhuman glee*
And that my friends is how you cirembent the FDA

(asher)

he listens
and then he laughs
the sound chilling and inspiring all in one, such glee boiling in the young Dancer (Kaj will be pleased)

"You certainly do intrigue me, Vos..... even making sure a bow ties the package."

((v0s))
We try. We're also self perpetuating.

When they come down with the crawling uglies 5 years later, whom do they come to? Megadon hospitals. We run them under the name Autumn Health Management Systems. ANd we get the money then too.

All that planed parent hood we give out free at our clinics? Well.

* his laughter is rich*

Lets just say don't trust the condoms you get there and the "Pill" given to hundreads of little girls in that neiborhood DOES work.. but the hormones in it turns them into little nymphos. 5 times a day... every day sorts.

We tested that one in china in conjunction to telidimine.

ANd as we all know, when your getting little sleep, you might miss a pill and here we go with another little nipper with wyrm taint already in the blood.

She watches, Vos, then Asher, then skin flick
She drinks from the bottle some more, and pulls her legs up to cross in front of her again on the couch.
She doesnt speak, she has no clue what the hell he is talking about
She can however tell it is a helluva plan, manipulitive and right up her alley...
theres that smirk
Perhaps he could end up being her new play toy..
eh...time would tell
She twists her hair between her fingers and listens to them
(mostly watching)
i told you malcolm, shut up and listen, you learn a helluve lot more
but thats why shes here getting drunk while he is dead somewhere

a brow lifts slightly, glancing to Gaby

"The 900 block you say?"

snap your fingers - get it all
men, women, little girls, it matters not

She looks at him with a
what?
look

((V0s))
*He turns to look at the skin flick. His voice a little dreamy and absent*
We'll get your soul... or your body...
Either way we'll get your money...
ANd with it... your hopes... and dreams...
ANd though that... * the tattos ripple large a moment* Your DESIRE.
*He turns back to the pair coming out of he revelry* ANd all the while you thank us for being your saviors.
*He blinks as the tattoos fade* Yes indeed. Once we've bought it all Like I said we'll go in with Ardus ENterprises... we'll "Front" the block.. it'll all look like real stores and the like but the Heart..
* he smiles*
The heart we'll cut out and effectivly gut and use as our new base of operations in the area.

So this guy has a plan
niceeee And it seems like it is just up her alley
not that there was much a 19 year old could do in this situation...
eyes moving to watch the 3 guys and 4 girls getting it on,
"ahh here comes the money shot" she laughs...
and flips it off when they are finished..
"sorry folks, that was all i had here"
she drinks some more...leaning back, looking around
and is quiet once again

(asher)

so very carefully does the Dancer watch (anticipation the ink that ripples a mind its own) - both flic and the skin before him - fingers tracing idly (molesting) Jim Beam within his grasp, chuckling softly in (latent serpent) sigh

"Too bad the Gaians aren't as easy......."

((v0s))
*he chuckels and then snaps his fingers*
We were all to young to appreciate this when it first came out.
*He stands and slowly crosses to them and pulls out a small vial* Whom is the bravest? * He unscrews the cap and pulls out a dropper and waits for one of them to offer their hand*
Oh The Gaians?
* he laughs* We're taking them out where it hurts... their CHILDREN.
* His eyes gleam again and the white teeth flash*
You see.. being of the garou persuasion yourselves you know that the..
*he waves his hand casually carevul of the little vial*
THe becoming usually comes among you in times of stress or anger.. fear.. that sort of thing.
Well Megadon is getting in on the ground floor. But putting just a slightly higher sugar content in the foods we produce and sell we get a higher incident of hyper activity in the population as a whole. This mimicss garou in childhood. The agression and hyperness.
*he's still waiting for a hand*
And when the parents buy them toys from Avalon they get the added psycological taints there that enhance that behavior.. Action Bill CICI you've see them.
* he grins*
Then they bring in their kids and we put them on Ritilin like meds. Except these have the added benifit of MAJOR seritonon blockers. Seratonen is the chemical that allows aggression in the brain. ANd as we know, THe agression and rage wakes the beast. We steal that from them.

She looks at the vial..
ok listening was her plan, but she missed something..
What the hell was in the vial and why was he offering it to her..
shouldnt have been watchin porn
She looks to Asher, hell
she was a 3 day old Dancer
She had no business even being in this meeting
and hell she was buzzed
eyes move to Asher (help me please)

She gets frustrated...
i hate not understanding shit she stands up and looks at the bottle..
"let me know what transpires.." she mutters...
"i cleand blood n shit out of this place all day, im tired.."
she isnt one to take not understanding everything well..
"you both know your way out" she points to the door
"im not rushing you, take your time...im going to crash"
she looks at Vos for a moment
licks her lips...slowly.....and smiles
Intelligence attracted her, especially intelligence and pure evil..
"Or feel free to crash wherever you see fit" she chuckles and winks at them both
"dont drink all my liquor"
and with that..
off to her (malcolms old) room

(asher)
those eyes hold Gaby's
then a smirk pulls at poet's lips
a hand extended
indulgent

((v0s))
*he smiles and nods to her* Sleep well.

*he looks to Asher and tilts his head*
Good man. This is known as DSMO... it came to the front in the 70s It's a contact reagent.
* he lets a single drop of the liquid drop onto his hand. It's cool but doesn't DO anything. Vos nods and puts the cap back on the vial and pockets it and comes out with a tiny baggie of the whitest snow you've ever seen.*
This is the good stuff. Made by the good old USA and given to Megadon in bulk.. *he closes his eyes and smiles* the likes of which GOD has never seen to try and cure the drug epidemic. Or so we tell them.
* he opens the tiny bagie and with a gerber flip bade he produces he scoops out a hit on the edge of the blade and looking into Ashers eyes he lets the white pour onto that drop on his hand. THe drugs hit his system like a lightning bolt. Like he injected straight into his brain. They hit that fast and rock him back in the seat. Clsing the little baggie Vos steps back and waits*

(asher)
intrigue rises as the drop falls, mismatched gaze lifting to catch (embrace) dark eyes, pink tongue edging out to coax further (the starving glutton) smile - knowing what's in that baggie (good man, you paid attention)

but as it hits
his body jolts
gaze falling away, lips parting in a passion superceding his finest moment
(peel the scabs off my unspeakable dreams)
melting into the velvet arms the couch offers with its embrace
pleasure's trembles racing beneath his jeans

"Oooooh Vos......."

thick and serene across his tongue

((v0s))
*He smiles and nods leaning aginst the table*
Quick.. clean. ANd a bitch to trace.
As nice as this is to you. Think about the Gaians... we have a totally normal fuck boy walk by a supposed Gaians car, swab the doorhandel with this and sprinkel on a mega dose of LSD.... Or PCP. Mayby a special blend from VI... letting a little taint into the garou.. and all the sudden they go bugshit in the middle of the mall parkinglot eating little kids and fucking up peoples beemers? Or perhaps you put some on a cutip and dip that cutip in.. * he waves his hand* a nerve agent. Walking though a hall you pass somone and the Qtip touches their hand... 4 steps later the man drops dead and you step onto the elevator and head out.
Such things are fun and some of the least of our tricks. * he takes out the vial and offers it to Asher*

(asher)
a hand reaches slowly across the miles between them (the distance therein) to wrap the offered vial in tight grasp, twirling it before glazed (gleaming) eyes as if a diamond (blood red ruby cuffs) catching the light

"Only the least...... hm?"

((v0s))
Not the very lest but a small thing. * he chuckels* I can give you with a phone call a list of places in town where you can simply steal this stuff. They use it in chemistry classes when water will mess up a reaction.
*he looks at the triangular gucci watch and sighs* Sadly I have to go. I need to be in the office by 6 AM. We're doing a press relice on a tie in of our Sports drinks and energy bars to the local highschools as "Free promotional and body refreshing aids to prevent the tax payers dollar for paying for such things, and helping to allow sports to stay in a educational environ. Keeping our children healthy and fit.
*He heads for the door chuckeling* THey are fine till they stop drinking the stuff too. Then their bones become brittle and it's attributed to prexisting stress fratures due to lack of proper nutritional health... after they stop taking our product that is.
*Pauseing at the door he looks back. THe smile bright as the tattoos ripple across his features.*
You sleep well too, Asher.

(asher)
that chuckle rises (thick and smooth as a fog over water - and just as dangerous) once more

"Vos...... have no doubts of that....."

vial raised slightly (reality that swims) in salute as the fomor reaches the door

((v0s))
*he smiles and nods heading out.
The first lesson of S&M (( Sales and Marketing... dirty minded thing you)) "Always leave them feeling like they made the deal, they got a deal, and they need you to keep the deal."

He heads down stairs and out to his Audi and heads to the office.*

Posted by asher at August 22, 2002 12:00 AM

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