October 26, Afternoon (Cas)$28.70!? Im sure I could punch through the plastic and pull this ripoff divers head off. Naaaa. Screw that. Ill get Doc to pay. Feels more satisfying. "Use your time wisely". Poppin' taxi drivers isnt worth my time now im employed. Well Doc is runnin' round the house shouting like a moron. I hop out and check out the Doc. Apparently his friend used to live here. Yeah, looks like your friend has brains and decided to move out of of the city. Man, if only I was that smart. Wonder if we are being followed. I hop up on Doc's car and look round. Cant see anyone... "What are you doing?!? Get off my... " Blah. Blah. Blah. I get off his ride. Man talk about strung. He keep raving and shouting, telling everyone where we are. Man, people dont need to track this fool. You could do it from 100 miles away. Well wonderboy just walks round the house and then pops down to the cellar. He gets a torch and make like Lucifer. Well he finds his friend. Looks like a knife to the throat. Not much stuggle by the looks of it. Probably didnt have any idea what hit her. Oh man, these people. I scan the basement, feeling a little exposed with Mr NoiseMaker, but the scene seems clean. I get out into the clear anyway. Need some space incase we get into a rumble. Doc boy passes me the phone and says to call the cops. Naaaa. The man's insane. I call CJ, the Nark instead. She says shes on the way over. Doc sees something and runs off, shouting. Good one. I blend off into the background. Someone is gunna either come and finish him or call the cops. Number 2. :) The Doc raves at some old biddy. Cops roll up. Cuff him and chuck him in the berry. Oh man this is better than watchin' the tube. Yeah, shout at 'em and threaten 'em. Oh man are you gunna bleed. CJ rolls up and talks to the cops. She wants some info, so I give her some and she gets the Doc out. See. My luck never holds. *sigh*. CJ takes over and checks out the scene. Doc gets paranoid about his Barbies and runs off to play house. I hang round the scene, but this isnt as cool as "Law and Order" or "NYPD pigs". Bored. Need the beat, but just got rich white bread burb music floatin' out of some house in the street. CJ says she is gunna hit the library. Oh thats cool. A geeky nark. 10:11pm - Rebel base Train back to the Rebel base. TF gives me a message about the Doc's gun. I gotta get that organised. I chuck on a tape and start burnin' that hype. TF senses a disturbance in the force and lays low. Man that voodoo mojo sure is good. The doc left a message too. I call him back and he says that I gotta go to the Hilton and spent the night. Yeah right. Not for $50 a night arsehole..... Oh man! He doesnt mean screwin'! Oh man! The Hilton! Im like gettin' ready for hyperspace! TF gets narky about the Falcon. I slip him $50 for the rent and another for the Falcon. That Jabba the Hutt Mother Fucker. Ill get a message to him to check the imperials dont hassle him. I drop off to DJS' club. Said that I'd heavy for him, but got this swish place to goto instead. DJS takes it cool. Its a shame I could really use the beat. Train to the hotel. Mr Streetsmart starts crackin' about me lookin' like a cheap ho. Oh man. Repeat the mantra. Crackin' whities in a whitie hotel gets the cops on my arse. 11:38pm - Hilton Hotel He drags me off and tells me off in a corner. Like way not to be seen. Being, like, all street smart, he says not to follow him up, but rather to wait and come up in 10. "And get some clothes that go down past your navel." Doc walks off Hmmmmmm. I close my eyes and think of Renee and me in a dark alley. *sigh* Why dont things go my way?!? 30 minutes is that too much to ask? See there isnt a God! Or maybe its just nighttime and that Sun god is on holiday. I look around, but I got like $200 and I cant go all Jonnathan for that. 10 minutes later, I go upstairs and knock. I hear some french ranting through the door. Yeah, this is the room. Hallway +-====-+-------------+ | | **** **** | | | **** **** | Liam's Map-o-Rama | | **** **** | ---------------------------------------- | | **** **** | **** -> beds | | **** **** | | | | ==== -> doors .... -> glass doors | +-----====----+ | | #### -> tables [ ] -> chairs |*********** +-----------+ |*********** | | |*********** = | |*********** = Bathroom | | = | | ### ] | | | [ ### TV | | +------........------+-----------+ Balcony The door opens and its like Doc boy and two other quacks. Mr Doc (Glenn, G) and Mz Doc (Michelle, DocIcy). G (Glenn) gives me the pimp once over, scopin' my booty. Man I almost want him to try somethin'. I feel like crackin' some heads. Although he is kinda cute. Probably rich too. Man, I'm Jailbait in this room! What would mum say? Probably "Please dont kill me!". Ha! Doc Icy just sulks in a corner. She sure is one Icelady. Maybe these rich bastards aint used to having their friends Iced. Yeah, probably it. She looks a little shockie. Get used to it lady. Doc rants. Doc Icy looks like she wants to pike, Asap. She goes off to sleep. Renee and Mr Doc are gunna share a double bed and I get to share with the Ice maiden. Man I should have guessed about Doc. The wife must just be window dressing.
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