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Five Word Chain Story
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10-24-2020, 03:05 PM
Alternate universes? My GOD man, I can barely keep up with THIS one! lol
I've got some ideas for the scene you want. Lemme try something... *gets to typing* 
10-24-2020, 03:19 PM
10-24-2020, 03:23 PM
There are bases and space based stations/crafts.
10-24-2020, 03:45 PM
[The previous day]
Gail Atwood sits at her desk, scheming, plotting, deep in deviant thought. She summons her grunt-work lackey "Orville, get in here!" Through her office door slides the gangly, lumbering figure of Orville Shotsworth, a man of lowly means given to nervous ticks and always, above ALL else, following Ms. Atwoods instructions. There was a kind of beaten-down admiration that he had for her, born in fear and a shocking lack of worldly experience. He would follow her and her dictates to the edge of Creation, even if it meant going over and into Forever. Orville wasn't his own man, but he was loyal. And simple. And Atwood knew that and used it greatly to her advantage. "I need you to do some things for me, tonight" she hissed seductively. His imposing figure standing before her suddenly grew more erect, as with purpose. "As you wish" he said quietly. "This is a very important task, so I must ask you not to leave anything to chance, is that clear?" she asked. Orville took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and answered "Yes, m'lady. Exactly as you say." Atwood then stands and walks around her desk to utter a last few words of encouragement to her man-on-the-job. Standing beside him, she whispers "No mistakes." His face grimaced, a sudden twitch shot beneath his right eye as the hairs on his neck bristled upward. "Yes" was all he could manage in that moment. [Later that night] Detective Delicato exits her hotel room and casually walks down the luxuriously carpeted hallway. Unaware of the hidden eyes upon her, she takes to the stairs and the unknown plan is put into action. Orville is quick in reaching her now locked door. He removes a burglars gadget from his pocket, fumbles with its intricacies and clumsily breaks into Delia's room. Closing the door quickly behind himself, he falls back against it as he takes in the view. It's sparse. Meat & potatoes. Not anything you would feel as becoming for a woman like the Detective. He was surprized, yet unmoved. And he had to be quick! He searched the room for just the right carrier. As luck would have it, or Fate, he caught sight of Delicato's high heels lying beside her bed. Her gentle gait moments before now explain that she chose to wear flats for this outing. He got to work immediately. Ever-so-carefully prying the heel away from the body, he expertly placed a tracking chip between before filling a part of the recess with strong bond glue. "Press and hold, one one-thousand, two one-thousand" he counted off as the adhesive mixture hardened. Well practiced in his trade, it was the one thing he took pride in. Once the deed was done, he extracted himself from the scene. This time, through a window. One that he made sure would be a guaranteed entry point for later.
10-24-2020, 03:47 PM
10-24-2020, 04:00 PM
(10-24-2020, 03:47 PM)somethingelseishere Wrote: Soooo, 1940's Chicago just in my mind then? lol It can be any kind of setting because the bases and stations are wholly artificial anyway. Like dome cities or something to that effect. Just encased areas where human life (and other forms of life) can be sustained.
10-24-2020, 04:45 PM
A turning lock can be heard, then, the door slowly swings wide as a silhouetted figure enters.
It is Detective Delicato. She shuts the door and flicks on a light. Her years of training prompting her to take a good look around the room before entering any further. First a Detective, always. Clearing the scene, she slips out of her shoes and walks into the bathroom where she stands looking into the mirror. Her long, luscious blonde strands reaching down to caress her shoulders. "If that man thinks he's going to get to ME, he's got another thing coming!" she demanded. But the longer she stood there, the more she realized just how much Johnny really had gotten to her. It made her uneasy. Angry even. But it sparked something deep inside that she hadn't felt in... maybe ever. And it scared her. She wasn't ready to deal with this kind of fear. This was no mop-up job of finding the bad guy. This was Real. She sighed deeply before disrobing for her shower. Maybe the warm rush of water could wash him away. Not only from her thoughts but from her Heart. [Later that night] Delia laid comfortably beneath the covers, drifting ever closer to sleep. Burdened with those thoughts she couldn't escape. "He's a fool. And if there's anything I don't have time for, it's one of those!" she said unconvincingly. "Just a damned fool!" as she slipped further into her dreams. It wasn't long before a shadow took shape upon the Detective's window. Her unannounced guest had arrived. Gingerly raising the rigged pane upward, Orville scholastically crawled through and into Delia's room. Without sound, he made his way to the door. Opening very slowly, the dim light of the hallway grew long across the plush carpet of the entry. He stood there looking down onto the face of his benefactor. "You've done wonderfully dear boy, you may go now" said an almost condescending voice. It was Gail Atwood. The woman who put this entire play to stage. Her dark character now coming into full view. She slithered into Delia's room like the beginnings of a bad dream. Casting her gaze in all directions even though the entirety of the room was awash in darkness. She had that gift. It made her frightening. It was her Strength. Finally setting eyes upon a sleeping Detective Delicato, Atwood slid malevolently in her direction. Not before stopping briefly to lift Delia's overcoat from the back of a chair. She felt its coarse, rigid texture. Raising it quickly up to her face, rubbing it onto her skin, pressing it firmly, smelling it's fragrance. Something about it spoke definitively of a man's presence. This excited her. She was certainly in her element. She now stood above the unconscious Detective. An almost motherly compassion settled onto her face. These long, silent moments. "Just look at you, lying there. As innocent as soft, warm sunshine" Gail said in a whisper. Unable to fight it, she bends down to smell Delia's hair. Drinking it in, passionately. "You are the sweetest flower, my lovely" she said in an almost lovers voice. Retracting just a bit, she caresses Delia's cheek with the back of her hand. "Your flesh will become mine, beautiful lady" she said in a moan. Atwood then stands fully upright, taking a deep breath, proceeding to the door and disappearing behind it.
10-24-2020, 05:29 PM
I'ma let MO jump in with the next scene.
10-24-2020, 09:14 PM
I don't know man, I'm seeing this Atwood chick turn down a dark road, lol.
She's already sniffing the hair of sleeping broads. My God, what else is she capable of?? 
10-25-2020, 02:53 PM
(10-24-2020, 05:29 PM)somethingelseishere Wrote: I'ma let MO jump in with the next scene. Just to kind of set the stage for how she envisions it playing out at this point. But know this: I got ideas! Oh, they're in there *points to head* and they are running! Amok even! But I'll let our brilliant showrunner take the lead and guide us through. No rush. Good BBQ takes time. Patience is the best seasoning. 
10-25-2020, 05:26 PM
Kinda super addicted to this story though... Can't wait to see where it goes!
10-26-2020, 01:15 PM
OK, I woke up today with all this change burning a hole in my pocket.
So picking it up from here: Quote:They walked side by side up the middle of the empty street in silence. Orville sat in his dilapidated automobile at the end of the street as he watched Johnny and the fine Detective disappear around the corner. He quickly threw open his door to confront the situation. Mitchell Mahoney peered from the alleyway across the street. In seconds, Orville was in his face. "You have failed me. Utterly and completely" he said. Mahoney charged in, "You saw the whole thing, the broad took a spill. How's that my fault?" "I should have never trusted a two-bit drunk" Orville continued. "Hey, you came to ME, pal, if it weren't for going down you'd have her in your trunk right now!" cried Mahoney. Orville stood in silence, pondering his options, which were few. "Wait here! You wait here!" he demanded. Mahoney receded back into the shade of the alley as Orville walked briskly up the street to where Delia had fallen. He scours the scene for the chip he knew would've been displaced from the broken high heel. His frustration growing. "Damnable lack of light!" he shouted while working his way in an ever-shrinking circle. Finally, the tiny glistening flicker of technology caught his eye. He bent down to collect it and hurriedly made his way back to the alley. "Did you find it?" Mahoney asked. "Find what?" Orville questioned indignantly. "Whatever you was lookin' for" Mahoney offered. Orville became more unhinged every second in his presence. "I suppose you'll want payment now?" Orville posited. "Ya damn right I want my money! Not my fault the stupid bitch tried to run in heels!" he blathered. Taking great umbrage in the drunks choice of words, Orville decided upon an alternate means of compensation. Reaching into his pocket removing a small metal cylinder. "As you wish, good sir" he said with delight before plunging the slim silver object into Mahoney's neck. There was little fight, a couple breathy gasps and Mahoney fell to the alleyway floor. Orville stood over him long enough to ensure that the magic had taken hold. The small-time hood was now in forever sleep. "Good riddance" whispered Orville as he faded into the darkness. "We've been walking for blocks now, is there a plan?" asked a flustered Delicato. Johnny looked over at her, appreciating her disheveled beauty before answering. "Up ahead, there's a coffee shop" he said. "Well I guess that beats more sidewalk" Delicato sniped. They reached the small diner which was situated on the corner with windows wrapping around the building. Johnny opened and held the door for Delia. She paused with the tiniest smile before entering. They find a booth in the corner and are seated.
10-26-2020, 01:40 PM
10-26-2020, 02:14 PM
Orville drives through the gateless fence of an old abandoned airstrip just outside of town.
His jalopy creeping slowly towards a much nicer, already parked car just beyond the hangar. Exhaust from the finer automobile billows in the cold night air. There appears to be two occupants inside. A driver and a passenger seated in the back. Orville was nervous. He kills the engine, exits his vehicle and scurries over to join the waiting party. Once inside, he shakes off the cold. "Evening, m'lady" he says. A very serious Ms. Atwood leans forward in her seat. "Do you have her?" she says calculatingly. Orville trapped in silence, giving concentrated effort to his next few words. "There were unforeseen complications, ma'am" he trembled. Atwood glared at him with the blackest contempt. She was no one to disappoint. "Well that is unfortunate, isn't it?" she said with veiled disgust. Orville was frozen in terror. He had no excuses. His judgment lacking, the mistake was his alone. He would bear the mighty weight of this outcome. "Orville... darling..." beckoned Ms. Atwood. Nervous tears began to fill his eyes. "Go home. Think about what you've done. What you failed to DO" Atwood calmly demanded. He snapped back to reality, wiped the tears away and ejected himself from the fine leather interior of Ms. Atwood's car. Once back in his own, he fired up the engine and raced away.
10-26-2020, 02:15 PM
Ooooooo, that bitch was about to eat him!!! lol *excited*
10-26-2020, 02:37 PM
His heart still racing from the encounter, Orville decides to give in to his morbid curiosity
and drive by the alley where he left Mahoney. Only slowing enough to see the broad strokes, there were two patrol cars already on the scene with their lights going. One officer was knelt beside the drunks body as the other one leaned through the window of the patrol car on his radio. He speeds up to leave it all in the rearview as an ambulance passes him. He takes the corner and inches along a few more blocks until he spots Detective Delicato and Detective John Dempsey sitting in an empty diner. Locking his eyes upon Delia. "Next time, my pretty" he whispers to himself.
10-26-2020, 04:02 PM
10-26-2020, 04:17 PM
I'm really trying to keep Delicato as "Delia" when she's in vulnerable situations and
"Detective" when she's in her power. I haven't done a FULL read-through of this whole thing yet but I'm trying to keep that differentiation going so as to keep the audience aware that she's in two characters in her own head. Although, to hear her tell it, she's ALWAYS the Detective! lol Wohmerns, amirite?? *kidding* |
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