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Date Posted: 23:48:22 03/19/02 Tue
Author: Xander Hathoway
Subject: Deal With It

OOC: I'm recouping from a hellacious week at work, a minor car accident and the flu. My life rocks so hardcore. ;p::{Xander walked into the hotel lobby, briefcase in hand. He wore his trademark duster and hat, along with his black silver rimmed sunglasses. He walked across the carpet in long strides, almost as if he was floating. A smoldering cigarette hung lifelessly from the side of his mouth. After taking one last drag, he flicked it out of his hand into a wastebasket and entered into the glass elevator. The steel doors shut behind him as the cab ascended higher into the building. Through the ornate glass window, Xander could see out onto the hotel lobby below and soon people began to shrink as he went higher. A bell sounded, signaling that the elevator stopped at the fifty-seventh floor. A woman's voice said "Have a nice day," before the doors opened. Xander gave the voice a half smile as he walked down the lavish corridor. He stopped at room 5741 and produced a key card from his vest pocket. He swiped the key card through the identification device and then punched in the seven digit security number. The small red light that flashed on the lock turned green. A faint click sounded the unlocking of the door. Xander opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. The smell of charred flesh hit him immediately. He held his nose trying to keep from breathing it in, but he could still taste the ash in the air. The smell filled the expanse of the immensely large hotel suite. Ariana, naked as the day she was born, tiptoed out of the bedroom with a spring in her step. She smiled at Xander; those two yellow three inch sized horns that jutted from her red hair shined in the daylight. He frowned and threw his briefcase onto a chair.

Ariana: Beautiful day isn't it?

::{Xander took off his duster and laid it down across the arm of a leather chair.}::

Xander: What did we tell you about feeding while on assignment?

::{Ariana pouted playfully.}::

Ariana: A girl like me has needs!

::{Xander rolled his eyes and walked towards the bedroom.}::

Xander: Open a window for cryin' out loud. And put some clothes on.

Ariana: You don't like the way I look?

::{She slipped past him and opened a window, her horns receeding into her head as well as the minature black wings that had jutted from her shoulder blades. Xander ignored her and stepped into the bedroom. The smell was even more ferocious in here. Xander held his hand to his mouth as he turned the corner in the bedroom. What he saw didn't startle him. It was as if he was not the least bit suprised. The corpses of two men, frozen forever in thier awkward positions, lay smoking softly in the bed. The tendrils of smoke drifted upwards from thier charred flesh, expunging the stink of burnt flesh that smelled a lot like rotten fruit and blood. Ariana, now clothed in a silk robe, walked in behind Xander and slid her arms around his waist.}::

Ariana: They were a lot of fun. It's too bad they couldn't handle me.

Xander: Of course they couldn't handle you. You're a freaking Succubus. They boiled in thier own juices.

::{Ariana grinned and nuzzled her face against Xander's back.}::

Ariana: You're so uptight. You need to relax.

Xander: I can't relax.

Ariana: You're just as much a Sentinel as Derrick, but at least HE has fun once in awhile. All you do is hang out at the office, filing papers and the like. Maybe Lynn would make a great girlfriend for you!

::{Xander stuck his nose up in the air arrogantly.}::

Xander: Maybe Lynn would be a good sparring partner since she actually got away with smacking you around.

::{Ariana instantly lost the grip around his waist and stood in front of him.}::

Ariana: That was uncalled for.

Xander: You look really hot when you pretend to be pissed off.

::{She winked.}::

Ariana: I always look hot. Didn't you know that?

::{She looked up at him with those playfully eyes and kissed him softly on the lips. She bit his bottom lip drawing a bead of blood. he didn't seem to care too much. Ariana licked if off and smiled.}::

Ariana: You taste good...

::{Xander smiled wryly.}::

Xander: I always taste good. Didn't you know that?

::{Xander looked back at the bodies; thier arms still stuck in the air as if holding onto an invisible body with that look of horror and suprise still impacted on the parts of thier faces that werent burned off.}::

Xander: Get to work. You'll need to get rid of the bodies as soon as possible.

::{Ariana saluted smartly.}::

Ariana: YES SIR!

Xander: Ariana...

Ariana: Kidding...

::{Ariana wraps the bodies in the bed sheets and pushes them over into the corner.}::

Ariana: What should we do about these guys?

::{Xander had already moved from the bedroom into the living room, shuffling a deck of cards in his hand.}::

Xander: Call your step-father. Have him send over a team. They'll take care of it.

::{Ariana stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame and staring at Xander.}::

Ariana: What are you thinking about?

Xander: What do you mean?

::{Ariana walked over to Xander, who sat on the leather couch, shuffling the cards. She climbed onto the couch and started massaging his shoulders.}::

Ariana: I mean what do you think about?

Xander: You are being extremely vague.

Ariana: I mean... Do you think about us?

Xander: As in us together?

Ariana: Yeah...

::{Xander cut the deck in half and started doing card tricks.}::

Xander: Not really.

Ariana: Why?

Xander: We've been over this Ariana.

Ariana: I know, I know.

Xander: I'm a Sentinel. You're a Succubus. We are natural enemies, Ariana...

::{She slides her arms down around his shoulders and kisses his neck.}::

Ariana: And yet we are VERY close friends... You don't see the unusualness in that?

Xander: Derrick Sullivan is the only thing we should be worrying about. He hasn't come into his fullness as a Sentinel and already he's demolishing people left and right. And now, I have a match with Dark Tiger. And I JUST found out about it today. Our personal lives is the least of my worries.

::{Xander leans back against Ariana as she runs her hand across his chest back and forth slowly.}::

Ariana: Do you think I'm a whore?

::{Xander laughs.}::

Xander: That's a trick question isn't it.

::{Ariana laughed shortly. expressing her distaste.}::

Ariana: If I wasn't...the way I am. Would you find me attractive?

Xander: You are who you are. If you weren't a succubus, you wouldn't be the fun loving, michevious little firecracker that I enjoy getting back rubs from.

::{Ariana grins and then stands up.}::

Ariana: I'll take care of the "stiffs." You go and get ready for your interview.

Xander: Interview?

::{Ariana looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.}::

Ariana: Duh. Howie Plather is going to be in the hotel lobby any second to interview you.

Xander: Howie Plather?! Oh, PERFECT! I can't stand that little freak.

Ariana: I think he's kinda cute.

Xander: You fuck anything with two legs. And even THEN you aren't that discriminating.

::{Ariana sticks her tongue out at Xander and hops off back into the bedroom as Xander leaves to go to the lobby. A short time later, Howie Plather appears, his cousin cameraman follwing closely behind.}::

Howie: Hey hey! Xander Hathoway? Pleased to meetcha. Let's get this shit on the road shall we? I've got fifteen minutes before I have to pawn off a CB radio to pay rent, or the landlord is gonna get some guy named Frankie with one eye and a speech impediment to break a one ton slab of rock over my pretty little face. So, let's get it on!

::{Howie signals to the cameraman.}::

Howie: Here we are with newcomer, and friend of the UNDEFEATED Derrick Sullivan, not to mention 1/3 of "The Order", Xander Hathoway! So tell us Xan, can I call you Xan? Tell us what's it like to be a GWA competitor.

Xander: Well, I have to say-

Howie: Don't tell me it's interesting and fun and all that garbage, because that's what all the newbies say. The next thing you know, you're doing house shows and dark matches with a guy who hasn't bathed since the Spice Girls were popular, for a row of four people with no teeth, picking their asses in broad daylight with wooden sporks, and then your checks bounce because you haven't been paid in three weeks, so finally you end up face down on the concrete in front of the 7-11 you just tried to hold up to pay for your mom's face lift and tummy tuck, by a guy with a major acne problem and who masturbates to Sci-Fi Channel Movie of the Week!!!

Xander: Listen and shut your mouth. I am not Derrick Sullivan, so don't EVER interrupt me again when I am talking. EVER. Understand?

::{Howies bites his lip and nods.}::

Xander: I have no doubt that Dark Tiger is a great wrestler. I have no doubt that he can do an amazing job in the ring. But the fact is this: I don't care about Dark Tiger. I don't care about the useless plastic belts every anklebiter in the fed has. And I don't care about the state of and who's running the GWA. I care about one person. Myself. Win or lose, it doesn't matter. I'll be the one walking away with my arms and legs INTACT.

::{Howie looks up at Xander.}::

Howie: That's it?

Xander: That's what?

Howie: That's ALL your going to say?

Xander: Unlike Joey Jackson and Nikki Silver, I rarely like to repeat the same words and re-arrange sentence structure on the fly, so I sound important and threatning.

Howie: Wow. I never thought about it like that.

Xander: Surprising you've been at GWA this long... But then I guess it's really not considering the morons you have for wrestlers, right?

Howie: Exactly... Hey wait a minute. You insulted me.

Xander: Ever notice how can't carry on an intelligent conversation with a dumbass and yet they somehow know they're being insulted?

Howie: I am not a dumbass!

Xander: You prove my point.

Howie: You maybe tall and all that mess but I can still kick-

::{Xander grabs and lifts Howie into the air with one hand.}::

Xander: Kick what?

Howie: The bucket if you drop me... Now please put me down!

::{Xander sets Howie down and walks away with a grin.}::

Howie: Edit that.

Cameraman: Yeah right!

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