BAD PERSONALITIES MISS LOVEKILLJOY DEAF
[ 1 ] Chapter 1
What is it, what is it, what impact will a few words, possibly make? What, asked the girl, to the mysterious man on the phone with her? What did he want? He had just called her on her google sunglass head phones. His voice was dry, and although, although he tried to sound warm and sincere, he didn’t come across that way at all. Oh no, but instead, he came across as dark, dark and sinister and cold. Like something old, sitting in a cemetery! She got a nervous foreboding feeling in her stomach, while at the same time it excited her, like fireworks going off in her head!
She was told by another girlfriend, that this man, this guy, knew about her, and represented a big secret organization, that employed soldiers of fortune and was interested in her.
Her friend said that, they heard she was a child prodigy and about her secret talents and they were impressed, with her abilities, and that she should expect to be contacted. The girl was barely fourteen going on fifth-teen years old, but she was brilliant, almost supernaturally so. And in her head she was an, wise old lady, if you know what I mean. She was a born dare devil queen, into sports, cars, boys, men, Amen!
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What impact will a few words, possibly make, the man answered slowly his voice gravely and raw. A few words can mean the difference between life or death for someone, or someones? You know, you know what it is, and we know you know, what it is. You are uniquely gifted child, and we want you to belong to our little club, he said, slowly weaving his web, with his words, trying to entice her. So, the little girl said softly, I am not a little girl, I am a little woman, she corrected him, sounding both curious and puzzled by the voice of the man. Lots of people are gifted!
Yes, yes thats true, he replied, but you are special, a gifted young lady with no games or gimmicks, who gets down to the nitty gritty quickly, and we like your style. And our operative recommended, I should offer you every consideration to invite as an intern you into our organization.
Whats the name of your organization, sir said the little girl?
The name is not of consequence, it’s the service we provide.
And your style reflects our style. We are informed, you are inveterate weapons fancier and fast in the night.
Now, enough are you, interested? Interested the man asked directly, pausing, waiting, for it was her turn to reply. Then, after a second or two, she said,
If you got work, I won’t shirk, I’ll take care of it, straight away for pay, she said matter of factly.
Excellent, the voice on the phone replied approvingly. You could hear him, as he breathed slowly in to the phone.
What do you have in mind, She asked?
Deaths!
I hear you are a marathon runner in black, said the man, questioning her act, in an inquisitive and calculating tone, but at the same time sounding like he was acknowledging, that he knew her. He was indeed up on her Marshall arts prowess and her fanaticism to the point of craziness, when it came to her killer instinct gamesmanship!
I look, look good in black, she replied softly pondering where this conversation was going at.
Someone is approaching your door, you’re going to hear a knock on your door, just about now.
Knock, Knock, went the door to her apartment.
Go to it, please, you’ll find a list under your door, tell me when you have it, said the men, she walked over to it and picked it up.
Got it, she said picking up a black sealed envelope with her name on it.
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We, don’t all ways have the luxury of time, sometimes we have to fire many employees in the same evening, such is the case tonight. Are you up to doing marathons?
Fire many employees, hmmmnn. Interesting, but You know I am, she murmured, self assuredly, back into the phone smiling, smiling, smiling.
The man said, the addresses are there, the how and when is up to you, but by morning, hopefully you will be through?
You, got the list. You should look at it, read it over, I’ll wait on, on hold, afterwards, I’ll ask you again, let me know if you are up to it, or do I have to get someone else, dear?
Sure, let me see it, hold on, she said, putting her eyeglass phone on hold mode, as she sat back making her self comfortable, opening the list, quickly! There was five name of people he wanted dead in her city. There was thousand and thousand of dollars, with a rubber band around it labeled expense money.
She reactivated her glasses phone app, and said to him, I don’t like, I don’t like, she said, staying home watching action television, when I can be outside being the action. I like being out in the night. Morning sir, By morning, I should be through.
Good, nice having on board, Miss Lovekilljoy, said the man sounding pleased.
Like wise, I am sure, Mr? she said implying subtlety, that she wanted to know with whom she was conversing, although she was not surprised, when he retorted: My name is not,
she interrupted, your name is not of consequence, she quickly finished his sentence before he did. See, I understand where you are coming from, so, Mr., I’ll just call you, “The mister,” and that will be your name for me, as far as I am concerned.
As you like, good night, Miss LovekillJoy, he said hanging up. Click!
Time passed, New York City never sleeps, but comes alive at night, with creeps, but some where, some where in the dark streets, in the out lying dark suburbs a creature is stirring.
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It’s dark out, eleven o’clock, silent intruder, a beautiful female tip toes silently, into the bedroom like a stealthy black cat. A sleeping man and woman in bed doesn’t hear a thing as she blast two shots from a silencer, that kills them dead in the bed. There in the dim light upon the pretty face of the killer, we see her.
Her, evil smile grows nicer and wider. She puts away the smoking weapon, pulls her head to the side, activating her android hud glasses, smiles as she get streaming access out of it, tells her voice monitor system, what she needs, and gets the activated camera system ready, focuses it, to get a shot!
Her specialized cam, snaps a perfect color picture of the dearly departed, she has just shot! Then, she asks mode director, for data access of the police email, section code, of the chief of police, it pops up on her red eyeglass screens, and she sends the emails in a jiffy, to some one special. That some one special, is the cities police chief, of course! Then, she takes the glasses and activates her phone system, direct access, with all the advance encryption features. And, happily proceeds, to sends daring tweets to her other dudets girl friends!
@Jackie : Jackie girl, Hi, you sleeping ?
@Love : Hell no, baby, just finished having sex, driving a guy, crazy! No, I am here, terrific hearing from you bitch, whats up?
@Jackie : Girl, OMG, I had to call you to let you know, I scored. I got a job with the big org, I am hoping I don’t got to go slumming, fired, pin heads, two! It’s the latest hoedown throw-down squashed! I am not done, I am on a marathon tonight! Got to get it all done come sun rise! Sending a pict of those I hit to the cops, I rigged the spot, it goes pop, when they knock!
@Jackie : Slick Bitch, you are so, so lucky, job with the organization? OMG! Drastic OMG fantastic! Too, cool! Thanks for tuning me in, and turning me on! I like it, when?
@Love, like now, as I am talking to you girl, Big time, latest development, honey strange, emailing to the police one of the pictures of the people I shot, sweetie, they should get it in a second, bye! I’ll tweet you later to update, and let you know where to locate! So fun tonight girl, got to run, chow!
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And with that, she turns her attention to the work at hand. Part of her mischievous plan, smiling all the while, like the wild child she is!
Zap, emails the pic to the cops, and then she quickly proceeds to pull out another surprise for them. Carefully, she takes out of a her black purse, a radio controlled detonator device, ready to explode, with a motion sensor line that she nimbly, attaches it to back of the door knob, so when it’s opened, it will go off, and destroy everything.
She carefully locks back the door, as she departs the house silently, and walks to a parked white Mercedes Benz across the street, and enters and leaves driving around the block and coming back to park on the far corner way down the block, so she can spy and watch the house for when the police arrive.
Sirens blare, and are heard in the faraway distance, but they are coming closer and closer. Soon, the police arrived and storm the house.
They break down the door, she activates the detonator, BOOM! The house explodes in huge big ball of fire and roaring loud booms, lighting up the skyline.
She smiles, grins shaking her head up and down, and says, I got that spot, baby, baby!
And, she smiles and blinks approvingly. Then, she checks her glasses environment wrap around field, its clear, she steps on the gas, and the Mercedes disappears in to the night unseen! she tweets as she drives through the streets!
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@Jackie : Guess what I did? BOOM BOOM, a bunch of corrupt cops, being paid off, got floored, off to my next gig!
@Love : wow, fighting excite nite, can we come along?
@Jackie : Sure, girl friend, hop into your black duds, I will swing by and pick you up. Tweet Laticha!
@Love : Getting ready, Laticha!, hon, she says, she is getting laid, but she’s says she’s down, so, she’ll be late? OK? This is so exciting, tweet me when you reach my house, sugar! I’ll come down. bye!
@Jackie, hello, wait,wait, need you to be a man, in this next shoot em up! Disguise your self up to look like one, girl, you are the expert make up artist, for the stars, so bring a mens black suit, sunglasses and white shirt and tie, get in it, and be cool, baby. I got a plan.
@love: I am going to get dressed as a guy, cool, fly, and we make out? Whose on top? ha, ha, ha, sounds kinky!
@Jackie : Its a coin toss? Can you be ready in half and hour?
@Love : Bitch, count on it, should I bring teddy? Girl, you know I was sucking on my mamas breast till I was 3, what you got to drink?
@Jackie : Whisky, No, teddies not necessary, honey, I got mucho surprises for your darling!
Plus, this mama got, my sweet hearts, cool AR15 teens, for an you and a whole army, baby we gone be cleaning up in this caper later mojo flow!
@Love : Drastic OMG fantastic! See you, Cool mojoa flowa, ha, ha, ha!
Its dark out as the moon comes out, behind wispy fractal shaped clouds!
It wasn’t long afterwards, Miss LoveKilljoy, arrives.
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A sleek top of the line, black SUV cruises in to the hood, slows down in a dark street. A few people was walking by: a limping old lady dressed in a long dark blue raggedy south american poncho, was trundling foot by foot on the dirty bubble gum pot marked city pavements, busy pushing a food basket with bags of discarded soda cans. She, looks around, we see her face, one of her ears is missing, the other is extra large and wrinkled, hairs all white, growing out of it like a curled mustache, a dysentery intoxication unflattering fragrance, drifts surrounding her like an aura. Her aura is camouflaged fractally, within the bziahaata moungi subconscious zones, her green eyes lost their glint, are so small it’s amazing she can see at all. Perhaps she can’t, her nose, long rounded, and on its tip, with three pimples, and a black mole is growing nose hairs silently in the night as she gets old. Its is older than she, colored booze reddish, her lips thin as the cigarette butt, dangling from it. Her cheeks sunken in, lost their bloom before you were born. This marvelous woman, is a human, but nobody treats her that way. She is the an unseen New Yorker, a powerfully gened incredible specie. She can sleep on the outside on the sidewalk in the dead of winter, in 32º degree weather raining, with the wind blowing, yet her fellow the New York City dwellers, recognizers her survivor capabilities not. Fractally holy, she defies logic! She and her like, her tribes self generate, and one like her is to be found, always in the corridors of the skyscrapers, in the deep dark hidden canyons of the city. She stops now, for a second, looks down ever so slowly, smiles, trilled to spot a familiar shape just ahead of her. She trundles over next to an opportune over flowing garbage can, and goes about searching for soda bottles and cans. As an added bonus, she find a piece of pizza some lucky son of gun who it threw away!
And near by we can unfortunately smell a man, young, perhaps nineteen years old, smiling zoned out, and looking happy, with store bought eye glasses that are fashionista statements!
A guy with a terrible case of acne, nineteen on his nose, his thin uneven lumpy head, with a clean shaven look with silver ear rings in his ears, peers the passing fellow pedestrians, hoping for bale out! A ball headed styled dude, except for a black mohawk, smokes, trying to act like unstoned, while he sits leaning up against the side of a building, with a card board sign in his hands, the fractal shaped sign reads, “Please give me money to buy me weed.”
A small in stature, nervous illegal Mexican, working for slave wages off the books, of an unscrupulous acne pus face employer, rides by happily on a bike down the street delivering pizza! He whizzes by, and disappears behind a long line of yellow taxis, waiting in a row for the the light to change.
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The street corner intersection is packed with the people of the night who don’t sleep!
Several young teenage girls, run crazily up the street, some got normal colored hair, some got red hair, some got pink, the gay one, the rebel is balled, wears a pair of thin silver round earrings, that sparkle in the night as she runs with her friends!
They, these city kids, are happy and want to show the world, what being alive is like, when you are young, without a care in the world, and they are singing as the run, too!
The Chinese store, with the big long florescent, yellow sign with the name, Happy Chow, is open for business tonight.
The neighborhood Chinese store in front, across the street, is so neat! Americans are suckers for Chinese food, it sends them bunkers, that along with Italian pizza, made by genuine illegal Mexicans, and hot dogs bought from a unhealthy sidewalk street venders, makes New Yorkers think erroneously, that they are cool!
The joint is packed!
Bright lights flow from it onto the night streets, along with the enticing aroma of Chinese pork fried rice sweets!
A cute but poor confused black teenager dude, who unfortunately went to public school, runs like hell, after snatching a cool set of google glasses, from un-attentive tourist looking for black sex in the wrong neighborhood!
A man, dressed in dark clothes takes out the garbage in the middle of the night, the rats scatter in all directions!
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From a hole in a wall underneath the brownstone building, a black fat rat, spys on a pair of city cats, as they get ready to do the wild thing!
Meow, meowwwwww! Rowow, rowooow! Roowow! Rowow! The cat cries, the sounds of its cries, streaks across the atmosphere of this nights blight, echoes up and down the alley ways of the big New York City streets might!
A bedraggled black cat, howls, and howls again, and again, long and hard, a dozen times out loud disconcertingly, after cornering a female pal, in a courtship misunderstanding, skirmish!
The fractal baby, Miss Love pulls up, in the rented black SUV, disguised as a commercial vehicle, with a cute taped banner on it that reads : Laundry Executive Services!
Inside the girl, wearing a red wig, matching red colored head gear glasses, inside of which was streaming data like mad.
She was undistinguishable, looked like a real New Yorker girl, wearing a lifelike face mask to make her look like somebody else, and she had on a pink dress with high heels. Soon the figure of a man with a wide rimed black hat, black glasses, well dressed in a black suit, white shirt and blue tie, opened the front door of a brownstone building, and descended the staircase, and left the building on main street, and joined her in the car, and the pair drove off.
You look like dick, exclaimed laughing, Miss LovekillJoy to her friend Jackie in mens drag.
Hey, shit, I got one too, ha, ha, ah, both girls laughed joking. Like that mask, Shit, it’s bad, said jackie!
It works for jerks!
Looks better than yours, that much I know, quipped a smiling laughing Jackie, as she broke, a joke on Loves face disguise!
Shut up, bitch, laughed Miss Love.
You ready, asked love, as she was driving down the high way, she glanced over, checking her girlfriends face mask out, to bad, you don’t got a black mustache!
I got one between my legs! Ha, ha, ha!
I am good!
You should be, with those big tits!
Where you turning to?
Next off ramp.
I am taking a short cut, to the place, hold tight, we got business to take care of, she said, as she speeds through an intersection, running a red light!
Later, the car stopped at one of the city’s exclusive skyscrapers. Later on the top floor, the Lobby desk concierge is seen accompanied by some people, uses the special house key, to access the private elevators of one of the cities wealthiest business men. He knocks at the door to the penthouse.
Who, the hell is that?
The concierge!
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Hold on a second while I throw on some clothes! I’ll be right there, he says, hurriedly the man gets in to his bathrobe, puts on his huds, and walks to the front of his complex, to the main door monitor system.
The apartment owner, comes to the door, looks in the TV screen, then adjust his huds, to get ID data, and identifies the face, he recognizes it, but asks,
Who, is it, is that you James, why are you up here?
So, Sorry mr, james, sir, but, er, huh, we, I am afraid I have to bother you sir. We, got an alarm warning signal, in the lobby, sir, I am afraid there might be a CO2 gas leak.
Carbon Dioxide is rather dangerous. Carbon dioxide is a toxic gas which is odorless and colorless.
I came up personally, right away sir.
Could you open and let me check sir, please? I have some technicians with me.
The unsuspecting tenant opens the door, and he along with lobby clerk is forced inside by two intruders.
They shoot a round, using a silencer killing the lobby clerk immediately. He falls down, they walk over his dead body toward the man, who is shocked. His eyes grow wide, unbelieving what he is witnessing.
They push the tenant, warning him, don’t move or say a word if you want to live, says a female intruder dressed in pink, as her male figure companion, puts the gun to the mans lips, smiles, and signals for him to be silent, and be seated in the chair.
The guy falls back in the chair shaking with fear, look if its is money, my, my wallet! You’ll find my wallet in my bedroom, take it please but don’t harm me! Please, he pleaded.
Then, while Love, holds a gun on him, Jackie, dressed as a man, in dark glasses, duct tapes up the mans mouth. Then, goes to the bathroom and comes back out in a different out fit, dressed, donning a huge blue plastic pull over. But in her hands, she’s carrying a powerful battery power buzz-saw, with which, she sneaks up, turns it on and before the man could scream, Yaaaa , saws off the mans head clean, lickedy split.
It falls on the floor.
Now, wearing light blue plastic hand gloves, to protect her hands from leaving finger prints, she grabs it and puts it into a large plastic building laundry bag. They both go back into the bathroom, and do their thing, changing clothes and cleaning any blood drops off of them selves. They slip on another set of realistic face masks again, but different ones, They spruce up their hair, check the disguises, then calmly, exit the bathroom. Both, women, changed their clothes, and got into a silk pale blue uniform, pretending to be the guys that collect the buildings laundry.
They leave, locking the door, and pushing the laundry cart with the bags of so called laundry, into the elevator, which they take down and leave the building, where they enter their car and drive off with the bags in to the night.
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Later. At a Ben and Jerrys, ice cream parlor, the dudet’s, make their entrance, now dressed in some sexy tight blue jeans, with a bunch of stylish raggety hot holes in them, along with long silver buckles key chains draped down the sides of their legs, topped off with a tight black lace, peek boo sweaters, walk in slowly, calmly voguing as they strut their stuff in to the store like to two zoned out hollywood drama queens hitting the scenes!
They got their head gear glasses on, and are tuned into some hot grooving music, by the looks of them, because they appear to grooving, swaying to some soul sounds as best as we can tell, because we can’t hear it. Only watch their body movements, and imagine what they are listening to!
Love, and Jackie are smiling, both bobbing her heads and swaying to the beat in their glasses.
Jackie and Miss Love, feel hungry for ice cream, and go up to the counter, and jacky smiling and all flirty, asks the guy behind the counter, a blue eyed, innocent looking dorky short dude maybe 18, with black rimmed glasses, with a nose with two holes thats too big for his face, and one solid noticeable space between big horse type teeth in his adorable mouth, other than that sucky look, he had a stinky squeaking clean appearance, big fat face barely belonging to the human race. The guy looked like he was hooked on carrots and spinach, and baby food, for too long, that type of dude.
Yo dude, said jackie, drastic OMG fantastic, me I am so hungry guy for some ice cream, could please serve me? Two ice creams, one for me and my girl friend, she said, casually pointing her finger to Miss Love, who smiled, and stuck out her long tongue to the dude!.
Can you, can you, get me a big scoop of vanilla, fella, she said, sexily to little ice cream man.
His eyes focused on her breasts, instead of her face as he replied politely, big scoops?
Big, she answered sexily!
He smiled, tearing his eyes away from her chest and turned, went dutifully to the shiny illuminated glass counter case reached down and took the big ice cream scooper spoon, and layered the two cones for her and Miss love, with a generous topping of vanilla ice cream, and placed a napkin around the cones, and stretched over and held it out to her, so she could take them.
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Thanks she said, placing her red lips on it sucking it on it.
Thats five dollars and twenty five cents, he said softly looking at her mouth, smiling and trying to be courteous and business like, as his mind went, no doubt wild, day- dreaming about what it must be like to bed, a hot pants like this one, standing before him.
Do, I have to pay honey, she whispered asking softly so only he could hear?
The young dudes face blushed, rushed, but he didn’t say a word, instead he just shooked his head up and down meaning, yes!
After paying him, she turn walking to far corner table, and she sat down, with Miss Love, his eyes followed the movements of her hips as he seemed to look zone out just like them.
The girls, presence was having a affect on him, in more ways then one!
Then, he noticed the drama queen her self, Miss Love.
She saw his eyes staring at her, and it was obvious to him, she wasn’t interested, but the girls paid him no mind, like he didn’t exist and ate their ice cream, stayed a while and suddenly they appeared to get serious as Miss Love, received a secret message, on her red glasses screens she was wearing!
The incoming data streamed, must be some, something important, that apparently made them get up and exit quickly.
Jackie, on the way out, remember the ice cream boy, turned and dropped a dollar tip on the table, and flashed a quick glance at him, and followed Miss Love out the door. Both girls, shaking their hips like working it, as hot looking chicks, who know they are hot, often do at night, in the big city that never sleeps!
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The black fractal night is hot, getting fractally hotter, the marathon of people on the hit list to be fired, gets slowly shorter, but still, but still there is much blood to spill.
This time, the gun-toting ladies of the night need to change cars requirements again, and opt for a,” SDI,” car.
The kind, the Google creative dream team, put out to hit the road. Its the latest of their futurist innovations, a car that drives it self.
And, now that Miss Love, is part of the Organization, she makes one phone call, and is put in contact with a New York Industrial prototype car dealer, and for a quick rental of five thousand dollars the car is their, for four hours. It approaches the girls base, A non de-script brownstone building in Park Slope brooklyn. The neighborhood is trendy and alive, as it drives down fifth avenue people look and do a double take. Its not that the driver is texting, or calling on their glasses phone, it’s that no one is in the drivers seat at all!
The SDI Limousine approaches the neighbors address and tweets miss Lovekilljoy, advising her of its arrival.
@Miss Lovekilljoy : this is “SDI,” UNIT lic number NY 6459L. This is your Self Driving Intelligence vehicle. We are now parked in front of your address, located six cars down from your addresses front door, your units car color, is white, and the signal lights are blinking. We are ready and at your surface, Miss Lovekilljoy Deaf. Will you be coming soon?
@ SDI UNIT lic. number NY 6459L : Yes, and thanks, we’ll be down shortly!
@Miss Lovekilljoy deaf : Excellent, and thank you for responding!
Meanwhile, in the house upstairs, The “16-ish,” girls on hearing, the cars arrival take it in stride, They have driven in one many times on jobs, and tonight , they choose to, ” leave the driving to us,” option, so they can spend more time concentrating on rehearsing their strategy to solve the challenges of their next gig, and won’t have to worry about driving around the city themselves! Figuring, less stress tensions better outcomes compensations!
When the girls came down, they looked sexy and dressed to party, in the big city. As they got near the car, the doors slid open, they got in and after buckling up, it drove off, driving it self, with them inside, destination unknown.
Mean while : Inside the car :
Love raps to the other two girls.
This gig, sounds like fun, she says smiling, and snapping her fingers to the music of Ricky Martin, but its gone be tricky, I called it the,” one , two rope a dope.”
Shit, what the hell is the, “one two rope a dope,” repeats jackie questionably, crossing her eyes and acting stupid, saying, dud, dud boo ba boo, hey dudets, year, year, but whose the dope, and whose on first?
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Oh, hell thats shits old, quips love, making a strange face, as she heard this junk before, but, then she smiles reconsidering, she doesn’t to step, Jackies mojo, and plays along!
Laticha answers, hell with first, who the hell is on second?
Love, snaps, second is on first, first got a curse, Jackie interrupts, gay bubbles don’t curse they burst on first, Laticha, who is bi sexual, looks at them, curiously, trying to figure, what the hell is going on, and looks at them,curiously, saying, I know you guys are all full of shit, you don’t fool me. You trying to play me, you talking bout condoms, the same condoms, I recommended, to you’s guys, the other day right! Is this what this is all bout? Is it, she asks?
Miss Love, giggles, hey say, but, but whose on third base birds got holes, laticha don’t got mo words on first? The girls were just playing with Latiecha’s head, they bust up laughing, ha, ha, ha! They get the joke and crack up, as the car pulls up to a lower downtown Manhattan night spot, called, The Last Booky.
It’s an after hour joint, for the wheel heeled high flyers in the know, who want to play but at the same time do it in a low key kind of way, away from prying eyes! But, it’s early still, the crowds don’t show up for another two hours, and joint is basically stone cold empty.
Laticha has a girl friend in there, a bartender, and lays out some cash to her, if the bartender splits and lets her work the bar instead as a stand in. The girl agrees. The girl, was working the bar, with to other bartenders, and she tells them suddenly a family member has taken gravely ill. She need to take off, and called a friend,
Laticha in, to take her place, while she takes off.
Meanwhile outside, the limo, is parked outside across the street.
Inside sits, comfortably Love and Jackie.
The car is sleek looking inside and out, but especially impressive, is well appointed lush interior, with well designed soft, spacious black leather seats, trimmed with shiny gold borderings, making it have the look of big yacht feel of exclusiveness to it.
The lighting fabulous, sporting, indirect soft blue lights coming sideways filtering softly down, and making everything look too cool and glamorous. They, the young ladies, sit sipping drinks, while they sync their apps, virtual environment info screens, to download the bars layout blue prints as they rehearse and finalize their plans.
They aren’t smiling now, but doing some serious thinking, checking out the blue print of the joint, and also, using their hear gear glasses to quickly download other data, they are going to need to successful pull off what’s going to happen next.
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The Last Booky, is basically just opening up for the night, the music is jazzy, low featuring an old-dee but goodee Marvin Gaye, type of music. Right now his song is on, playing : I heard it, through the grape vine, sound. The bartenders, a guy and and two ladies, one of whom is laticha.
They politely smile welcomingly, as the two good looking young girls dressed hot, wearing cute gold Halloween masks, covering their eyes only-they walk in, entering the front of the joint, and walk through the bar, pass all the small empty tables, with their little decorative red round ball glass bowls, in the center of each table, with a flickering candle inside. They decide to sit way in the back, against a wall. The mood here is cool, dark and with the dim light, very romantic, perfect for pick ups, for those who want to be picked up!
An ominously looking, black balled headed big dude, with big black eyebrows that look like hitlers mustache, strides in walking from the front door, all the way down the length of the forty foot bar to where they are sitting in the back.
The dude, he is not smiling, and in deep voice that could wake up the dead, asks, You got ID?
You walked in, but you didn’t show me no ID, asks the tall heavy set bouncer built like brick house on steroids?
Miss love, looks up to the giant man, put her hand to her mouth and whispers, smiling up to him, sure no problem giant man, she says and stuffs into his big hand, a big pair, big, bigger than him, green bills. He,looks down at the money, blinks, turns, walks away about twenty or thirty feet down the bar, turns looks back at them, and this time he’s smiling, but he looks better when he’s not. he goes back to post outside the door, apparently, he was on coffee break when they arrived. Apparently, or was it planned that way? Its dark, inside this after hour place.
Its has lighting, that adds an dim orange tone to the atmosphere inside!
Here and there as you look up, along the graffiti filled ceiling, hang long 3D fractal shaped lanterns reminiscent of The Don Whitaker 3D sculptures.
They are hanging down from the ceiling, which was low and marked with, signatures of former patrons, like baseball players and basket ball players who were there before, like Arod, and Lin. Plenty of the pictures, populate it, simply held up casually with scotch tape or a thumb tac.
And in one corner, a ladies bra is nailed to the chilling! Over the Bar is a, L E D huge screened TV. But the voice is barely audible.
The bar counters is big, big and is one of those long ones, shiny, colored dark mahogany, with lots of bowls with crunchy potato chips in it to make you thirsty and drink more. And the shelf behind the bar, has a gazillion bottles of all kinds of liquor, which are illuminated, from the back with blue lights, to make it enticing and difficult to resist especially when your high or drunk.
The floors are those wide wide distressed old building wood, the walls are brick exposed in some places, and got that funky poor check me out distressed look, to it thats so much in vogue with the hip night crowd.
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In the back corner is a piano bar, but no bodies playing.
The girls, do what girls do, they are yapping quietly between them selves, we listen in.
Shit, will that work, snaps Jackie?
What the hell you talking, sure it will, shit. I don’t play, besides we scopes! They are dead all ready, just they don’t know it.
BS!
Year, you talk a lot of crap, but can we do it?
Bitch didn’t be negative, to me, no not to me.
I don’t need that, said Miss love, said, who dam well blew her cool, when jackie IDs her plans, she snaps at her, bitch, wedge me with it, honey, you best got come up, with a better idea.
[ BLEEP ] no!
[ BLEEP ] you too!
[ BLEEP ] your ass!
Mines better than yours, ass hole!
Bitch, look said jackie, you know we got the firepower, AR’s don’t play, plus with a Tec-9 too, shit give a break!
So, lets hold off on the bullets and send you’re sexy looking ass in, to distract the monkeys!
While they are looking funky, with hit the honkies!
I mean to say, lets just send you in, looking hot working it a lot, the guys bug, and while they are distracted we fill them full of holes, said Jackie, nodding her head, baffled why Love wants to try some weird tactic. That’s all I am saying. Its simple! Lets keep it simple!
Kiss, keep it simple stupid, kiss don’t miss! Shit!
Why complicate it, let mother nature do her thing, we know how men think, they don’t!
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They don’t, D O N T, she spelled out the word to her, to emphasize her point, and said you get it, said Jackie, serious as all hell? Its as easy as all that! The, atmosphere between the two of them, is now tensing up. They are at an impasse, at logger heads, as to what plan of action will work! The two girls are sitting down at the table staring at each other in the eyes.
The waiter comes over, and lightens up the dark mood at the table, and says cheerfully, high party goers, you guys are early. We just opened up, the place is empty.
What you having?
Miss Love answers in a serious voice and throws a pretentious smile at her, and replies.
Sunny-dickies, on the rock please. You too, asks the waitress, eyeing Jackie, Year, I guess, replies Jackie nodding her head.
A little later, the girls appear to be chatting away, amicably this time on a lighter note, because they compromised.
They chat about this and that, till, a an older, Italian looking man with mountains of black curly hair, in dark suite, wearing black sunglasses, resembling hulk hogan, but without the beard and blond hair comes in.
He looks like a jazz musician or something, thinks Jackie, as she taps the wood table with her long pink finger nails, so Miss love will look up to the front, and check him out too!. He sat down at the far corner of the bar, and ordered a drink. The female bartender comes over, and whispers in his ear, telling him the drink is paid for and is on the girls in the back.
The guy surprised, turns, looks back to look at them, expecting to see somebody he recognizes, or thinking its from friends of his, but, no, its not from anybody he knows. He squints his eyes, good to see. He sees the two very young ladies, but doesn’t recognize them at all.
The man waits for his drinks to arrive, take a sip, then slowly gets up off his chair, and walks over and joins the women sitting down. You, chicks buying?
And I don’t know you, whats up with that?, he asked.
Nothing, its just that Its horny hollowed night. You got a problem with that?
No, In fact, in fact, I kind of like it, he said smiling broadly, at them!
Cool baby, sit down, said Miss Love, smiling all laid back like, sit, sit down get a load off you feet, we’re lonely tourist, that’s all. Like some body to talk to, and possibly show us NYC ! Sit back and relax with us, My name is Susan said miss love, lying intentionally, and calling jackie by another name too, Carrot! Oh, yes, I am sorry I didn’t introduce my self, I am Carrots, says Jackie lying! So, it goes, the plan is in action, they are doing their thing.
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Susan, [ Love ] sits back flirting with the man, and pushes her foot against the man’s leg,
Smiling at him, sipping her drink.
Then, in the front door, a bunch of guys dressed in what appears to be some kind of uniform, walk in. They wear white ID tags on their chest, with grey suits and they are all wearing dark blue pants, shiny polished black shoes, their clothes are all coordinated, apparently guards of some type. They walk briskly in the bar, looking all-around checking out every thing and every body out in the joint! By the bulges in their jackets, indicates, obviously they are carrying guns. They search the place with their eyes, look behind the counter, in the plants pots, waste paper baskets, searching for bombs or something, god know what?
The bartenders complain and protest, but ,they flash a gold badge to them and they play cool after that, something is up, and they also, check out both the mens and ladies the bathrooms too, to see if no one is hiding in it, that they don’t want to be in there.
The place passes inspection, the girls, Jackie [ Carrots ] and Miss Love [ Susan ] are in the back and are accompanied, by the older gentleman, they picked up by buying him a drink and flirting with him, all appears to look normal to the guards. Nothing suspicious, and It is deemed clear, so, they signal to the guard at the door, to allow a special someone, to come in, so its to go down, a minute, passes before signaling again to bring in the person they are guarding.
Turns out, its an embassy diplomat from Haflahasgraistan Minor.
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This man, a dark north african euro-pean looking guy, with suave worldly appearance, and by the looks of him, he is obviously a power broker, and dresses every bit the part.
Dressed in a signature, Maximo B, custom dark gray suit, with a pale honey blue handkerchief in the suit upper left breast pocket, his white, wide collared silk shirt, opened at the collar, with a thin gold neckless around his neck.
An horstiymedII, mens fragrance, is air traceable on his persona. Diamonds on his fingers!
His well featured head is distinguishable by a large crop of black shiny hair on top,
with and over abundance of white grayish streaks running from front to back through it! His Black puffy eyebrows shield beady eyes underneath, his straight nose helps make for a strong looking face, balanced off with pleasing smile, he is to the young girls looking on, indeed old but quite handsome, and even intriguing.
He looks around, scanning quickly the place, the bar, with his small dark black sharp eyes resembling that of a hawk.
He spots the woman [ Miss love ] [ Jackie ] accompanied by man in the back, but doesn’t stare but quickly looks away, and sits down at the bar stool, and amicably waves to the female bartender, Laticha, who is secretly part of Miss Love’s team, and is just posing as a bartender as part of the plan.
He, orders a Black Daniels liqueur, on the rocks with cherries and lemon and dash of coke, specific to his taste, and then , fiddles with his google glasses, adjusting them, and who knows what he is down loading. Porno ? Who knows?
Meanwhile the other men, his guardian entourage, don’t sit with him, but stay back, take up seats some seats way from him, they give his space to play, and they pretend to be a regular crowd of happy customers, not guards, even though around their necks, they wear an ID cards on a brown strings around their necks, they appear friendly enough though, and on ordering drinks, engage in rambling conversations, smiling and joking with each other.
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Jacky, initiates the play, as it goes down, she gets up, excuses her self and leaves Miss Love, at the table, with the other man, chatting in the back.
She goes to the bar counter, holding casually her empty glass, in her one hand and her large trendy pink handbag in the other.
She places the glass on the counter, and puts her bag down, and waits for the bartender to finish fixing the diplomat a drink, so she can call him over to attend her.
He looks around at her, they exchange smiles, as he check her out admiringly, up and down and muses himself, for an instant glancing at the contours of her shapeliness. And, this is all calculated, Jackie uses her artistry swaying her body to draw in the mans attention.
She can feel his eyes caressing her buttocks in the dim light of the club, and sways her body to the music playing in the stereo, she turns around in circles pretending to be engrossed in Marvins Gayes music, dancing to the music by her self, while actually what she is really doing is she counting the number of guards in the place. eleven men, two females, memorizing whether they are seated, standing, front or back, moving around, noting mentally their locations and passing the data to sync with Miss Love, and Latichas glasses, so they are on the same page! Timing is crucial she thinks to her self, they must get it right!
And, all the while in her glasses field, she activates her auto phone enabler app, and in a low voice she phones laticha and miss love, simultaneously and they receive the call in their glasses. She knows all eyes are on her by th guards sitting around so, makes like she’s drunk talking to her self, while in reality she’s making a call.
Laticha already in position, she is one of the bartenders. Jackie notices the Diplomat, Mr. Muhammed, smiling, checking her out. She pays him no mind and sways along dancing, and appears to be singing along with the song,” I heard it through the grape vine.” She is so happy, smiling as she dances around, and goes closer up to him, and in an opportune moment of her choosing she will starts a conversation.
The signal, for it to go down, is to be talking with him and for her to take a cigarette and light it up, doing so is the signal miss love was waiting for.
Miss love, is still entertaining the guy, she is pretending to be with, in the back. She’s just talking an up storm, of thick BS, to him, just to pass the time, as she keeps an eye on Jackie, as her plan is now set in to motion and the seconds are ticking.
The guy she is with, is so clueless, that he is being played, and he is so gullible, he laps ups all the BS, lines she has been feeding him, hook line and sinker! She says to him, Baby, You, so are handsome, Tom Cruise don’t got no chance, compared to you!
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The music in the bar all the while, is still playing the old Marvin Gaye tunes, real low in the background, the song went, I heard it through grapevine, Ooh, I bet you’re wondering how I knew
I heard it through the grapevine, goes the song, but the real grape vine, the real messages, is whats being said on the phone lines, the conversations between the girls in this club sitting on the edge, of the 4D dimensional space, with Miss Lovekilljoy lying in wait, like an ace, smiling!
She, says to the gentilman, at the table, Honey, you remind of some Hollywood lover.
He looks her in the eyes, straight faced and says to her, Do you know something? Lots of females tell me that.
Oh course, its the truth, she said to him rubbing his nose with her index finger, why would they lie? I cook, he said softly, maybe you’d like me to take you home and make you a nice dinner?
Oh, I don’t eat!
Besides, in Hollywood, I have seen you, she says, pretending to really be drunk and vulnerable! I have, have, I have, have, I have seen you on the screen somewhere, but eludes my poor brain right now, must be, must be the booze! Oh I think I had too much to drink, don’t know, I just don’t know, but you do, do, you do do, she whispers into the mans ear pretending to be falling for him.
All the while she is attentive as a shark, to everything going on interactively with jackie and the VIP at the bar. She’s waiting for a signal. Waiting, waiting, its been along time coming, the diplomat reaches over and taps Jackie a few times on her butt playfully, Jackie laughs and laughs, her smile and laughter is catchy, the diplomat next to her sitting on the stool has had a few drinks now, and he is relaxed, losing his inhibitions, and starts to laugh too! Laughter spreads!
But, people laugh, all the time for the strangest reasons. She’s laughing because she is enjoying him looking at her.
Common causes for laughter are, sensations of happiness, humor, however special situations spark humorous laughter too.
Funny thing, she sees humor in this situation, this particular situation, she is excited by it, it gives her an orgasm as she reaches into her purse, reaches for a simple white thin cigarette, something so simple, so innocent, a simple cigarette and she is enjoying the attention of the guy and starts a conversation with him. Jackie lights up her cigarette.
Miss Love, she, reaches down into her big bag under the table
and rose up
with two AR15 machine guns, one in each hand blasting flashing Bam Bam Pa, tow rat tat tow rat tat tow!
and she sweeps the joint up, with a hail of red hot bullets.
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She is firing them blasting bullets out like mad, Bam, rat tow rat tow, Bam, rat tow rat tow, Bam, rat tooowww goes the guns! Suddenly there are bullet holes all over, as jackie, Laticha and the bartenders dive for cover on the floors!
The big firearms are just perfect for Miss Loves comfort level, she is familiar with them, and you could tell by her smiling face, and the way she shoots them, she is really enjoying her self tonight! This is not work, but fun for her!
Miss Love, she is cool as ice, knowing she is the first one to start to shoot, and as the first shooter she gets to pick and choose and clearly defined the lines of trajectories to the exact spots on the targets. The first line of bullets, about six rounds she lets fly, takes a horizontal slide fling in seconds, in a straight line hitting her target! One male guard, heavy set, middle eastern looking guy, possibly in his 30s, around 5-foot 9, 250 pounds black hair with a large forehead, which receives a bullet hole in the center of it, the power of the blow of the bullet making contact eviscerates the mans brain, and he is picked up and propelled through the air landing six feet back up against another man, knocking him down too! Things are starting to look dark!
The night holds fractals fright! Precariously perched in a lurch, some one is coming, some one bad! Got a Bad personality!
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