Charlotte was out again. She'd been SURE she still had some of the brown sugar looking substance left in her baggie, but holding it in her hand now - there was nothing. It seemed that her usage was increasing as the pain increased and as things got tougher and tougher all around. She was slipping into a depressive state again, with the lack of care shown from those around her when she got injured or asked for help. She was always there as much as she could be for others, but no-one was ever there for her - or so she thought in the state she was currently in. She'd spent the whole of the last day and night curled in her bed, only moving to dose herself up and nothing more. Now, she was out of heroin and was going to have to go to find her dealer and get some more.
She dragged herself over to the computer, which was flashing away at her like an indicator light on a car, and logged on. It seemed that some of her auction items had been sold, specifically the oil to someone called Madison. She printed off the address labels and then in a bit of a daze, boxed up the oil that had been bought, making sure it was packed safely and wouldn't break in transit. A quick wash later - sink full of warm water, cloth, dabbing motion and dry - and she was changed and on her way out of the door with the box of oil. She dropped it off at the post office and after a stop at the ATM to withdraw the cash she'd need to buy another supply - she was on her way to the slums.
She was annoyed with Jonah. She was annoyed with Keara. And as for Peter, she had a feeling there was a sibling rivalry going on - and she was losing. After all, how could she compete with him? Him who was the childe of both Enver and Keara, as close as they would ever get to an actual 'baby' and childe of their union. She was the mistake, the accident, the one who was there and no-one wanted. The parts she found, the shields she raised, all were taken and she was thanked for them - but when she was in need, all those people she'd helped just seemed to vanish like water on sand. Peter though, Peter farted and people came out of the shadows to tell him it smelt like roses. So, him siring someone of course had praise showered on him from every angle.
From all she'd read on the family boards, if you wanted to be someone in the family, if you wanted to be noticed and counted and valued - you had to make a vampire of your own. She'd been looking for a while now, for someone suitable - but with no luck. Little did she know, that tonight - tonight she'd have a little more luck than usual.
Misunderstandings and stupid ideas
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Hotel West. Floor 3. Above the pool. Near Elevators. His agent made excellent accommodations. His room was furnished with large sofa and flat panel television; micro kitchen and dinette set; jacuzzi and king size bed with fine linens. She seemed to have taken the liberty of having groceries delivered as well. Max thumbed through both mini-refrigerators. Inside contained: Carton of 18 organic eggs. Pint of egg whites. Protein Shake mix. Three gallons of Milk. Two pounds of fish. Four NY Strip steaks. Pound of boneless-skinless chicken breasts. Package of spinach. California blend vegetables. Loaf of multigrain bread. Sweet potatoes. Can of mixed nuts. Plenty of condiments. Meals fit for a king. Fit for Max. His diet was not far from ordinary for a normal man’s meal, but in one week he could consume double the portions. During these times of training he had to eat at least five to seven times a day. It was the only way to keep his metabolism on super-drive.
Max dropped a duffel bag onto the bed in his hotel room. He unzipped the black carry-on and laid out pieces of his wardrobe in top dresser drawer. A second care package was found beneath several moisture wicking shorts, t-shirts, robes, athlete's tape, socks, boxer briefs and second pair of shoes. It was a folder which contained a map of the local town. Paperwork for next Friday’s fight. Plane ticket for his flight home on that Sunday. Reminder print-out of his training schedule. Menu for seven days. Prescribed antibiotics. A second bag in which is packed himself: MP3 player, little black book, brown leather journal, a zip pouch which contained a personal dose testosterone, and a red hooded sweatshirt.
He unfolded the map. On it a large imprint in the corner calling the city, Harper Rock. Agnes, the agent who booked his stay, had already circled Hotel West. There were several other circles around key establishments that he was to visit. Most of them located on opposite side of town between Stag Heath, Redwood, and Swansdale Districts: Sully’s Gymnasium, HR International Airport, Veil Tower, Gully Lane Theatre, banks and Shops along the way. He scanned the other areas briefly. Hotel West seemed to be the only four star high rise in town. His stay here was purposely placed so he would have to run or walk across town to work out then back again for sleep. It would ensure he built up the right amount of endurance for Friday night.
He quickly tugged at the base of his shirt. Folded it lengthwise into thirds and rolled it to a narrow tube of fabric. It fit snug inside the back pocket of his running shorts. He changed into his running shoes. Jammed a key card, I.D., and cash into the right sock. Covered wrists with two black weighted sweat bands. Tightened a portable mp3 player around the muscle of his left arm. Special headphones secured around the backside of his head and covered his cauliflower ears. Max promptly left his room. He received a few appalling looks from incoming patrons in the hotel lobby. He could care less about them. He turned the music up loud. His pace immediately changed to a fast walk as soon as the door shut behind him, then a sprint towards to Sully’s Gym.
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Max dropped a duffel bag onto the bed in his hotel room. He unzipped the black carry-on and laid out pieces of his wardrobe in top dresser drawer. A second care package was found beneath several moisture wicking shorts, t-shirts, robes, athlete's tape, socks, boxer briefs and second pair of shoes. It was a folder which contained a map of the local town. Paperwork for next Friday’s fight. Plane ticket for his flight home on that Sunday. Reminder print-out of his training schedule. Menu for seven days. Prescribed antibiotics. A second bag in which is packed himself: MP3 player, little black book, brown leather journal, a zip pouch which contained a personal dose testosterone, and a red hooded sweatshirt.
He unfolded the map. On it a large imprint in the corner calling the city, Harper Rock. Agnes, the agent who booked his stay, had already circled Hotel West. There were several other circles around key establishments that he was to visit. Most of them located on opposite side of town between Stag Heath, Redwood, and Swansdale Districts: Sully’s Gymnasium, HR International Airport, Veil Tower, Gully Lane Theatre, banks and Shops along the way. He scanned the other areas briefly. Hotel West seemed to be the only four star high rise in town. His stay here was purposely placed so he would have to run or walk across town to work out then back again for sleep. It would ensure he built up the right amount of endurance for Friday night.
He quickly tugged at the base of his shirt. Folded it lengthwise into thirds and rolled it to a narrow tube of fabric. It fit snug inside the back pocket of his running shorts. He changed into his running shoes. Jammed a key card, I.D., and cash into the right sock. Covered wrists with two black weighted sweat bands. Tightened a portable mp3 player around the muscle of his left arm. Special headphones secured around the backside of his head and covered his cauliflower ears. Max promptly left his room. He received a few appalling looks from incoming patrons in the hotel lobby. He could care less about them. He turned the music up loud. His pace immediately changed to a fast walk as soon as the door shut behind him, then a sprint towards to Sully’s Gym.
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Charlotte Ruse
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Re: Misunderstandings and stupid ideas
She wandered through town, not really thinking of anything much but instead having a general 'argh' in her mind. She knew that as soon as she got her dose for this morning then that would dissipate and she'd be back on an even keel again. It didn't take her long to reach the slums, not now she knew all of the little back alleys and short cuts to get there as fast as possible. Having been there so often, and the visits were getting more and more regularly, her feet took her there on auto pilot ithout her having to actually make any sort of conscious decision. She only really clicked back into the here and now when her feet stopped moving and she wasn't looking at the man she'd come to find. She frowned and slowly turned in a circle, looking all around herself to see if she could find him. No, she was definitely in the right place, it was just that he wasn't. Another man was lurking down the street and looking at her with a salacious grin that made her shiver. However, needs must and she carefully approached him while keeping an eye on all of her surroundings s if she were a timid and trapped animal.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"Ummm..... where's John?"
"Who?"
"......John?"
"Whatdya want him fer?"
"I..... well..... he helps me. You know. Feel better!"
"Oh yeh babe? I could make you feel REAL good!"
"I.... no. No, no, no. Not like that! Please, just, where is he?"
"What's it worth to ya?"
"I..... ummm..... what do you want?"
She watched as his smile grew and a shudder ran through her. However, someone else walked around the corner at that point and nodded to her.
"He's at Sully's Gym, doing the rounds. Get on off before you get in trouble with this one, or others like him!"
Charlotte nodded her head, trying to block the laughing out of her ears as the man she'd first approached had a good chuckle and called out after her.
"I'll be seeing you soon sweetcheeks. Don't run too far now. You and me, we've got a date and I'm gonna make you scream!"
Head down, she bombed around the corner and out of sight, trying her absolute best not to cry at what had just happened. She had money, she could have paid him for the information. But it seemed that he had no intentions of taking 'that' sort of payment from her. She didn't actually know where she was going, as she'd never heard of the gym before. So off she went to hunt down one of those map sign things that told you what was where in the city to help the tourists not get lost.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"Ummm..... where's John?"
"Who?"
"......John?"
"Whatdya want him fer?"
"I..... well..... he helps me. You know. Feel better!"
"Oh yeh babe? I could make you feel REAL good!"
"I.... no. No, no, no. Not like that! Please, just, where is he?"
"What's it worth to ya?"
"I..... ummm..... what do you want?"
She watched as his smile grew and a shudder ran through her. However, someone else walked around the corner at that point and nodded to her.
"He's at Sully's Gym, doing the rounds. Get on off before you get in trouble with this one, or others like him!"
Charlotte nodded her head, trying to block the laughing out of her ears as the man she'd first approached had a good chuckle and called out after her.
"I'll be seeing you soon sweetcheeks. Don't run too far now. You and me, we've got a date and I'm gonna make you scream!"
Head down, she bombed around the corner and out of sight, trying her absolute best not to cry at what had just happened. She had money, she could have paid him for the information. But it seemed that he had no intentions of taking 'that' sort of payment from her. She didn't actually know where she was going, as she'd never heard of the gym before. So off she went to hunt down one of those map sign things that told you what was where in the city to help the tourists not get lost.
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Charlotte Ruse
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Re: Misunderstandings and stupid ideas
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Max Kocourek: Heavy footfalls barely touched the pavement. He was taught to move on his toes. It was the momentum that kept him going. Once he began to run all two hundred pounds of muscle toted along effortlessly. Slightly bent knees, elbows tight to his frame as they could be. Music. Live acoustic orchestra played a waltz in his head to time with his forward moving strides. Max rounded the corner, Sully’s Gymnasium was in sight. A pale ear to ear grin indicated he was happy to have mesmerized the directions well.
Charlotte Ruse: Charlotte finally found the information centre and ran through all the leaflets before finding one for the gym. Picking it up, she found the address and then ran through the streets in her head one by one until she worked out where it was in relation to where the gym was and then made her way here via the backstreets as usual. She felt quite ill by now, her hands and arms shaking as withdrawal reared its ugly head.
Max Kocourek: His pace gradually slowed while passing buildings on the street. He stopped at the doorfront of the gym, drew in a deep breath, and pushed open the door. Inside a gigantic ring with red and blue ropes filled the entire center of the floor. Around the front of it was several punching bags, weight machines, pulleys, barbells. Around the backside were restrooms, changing rooms, showers, small kitchen, and an office. Max headed straight for the office to get his fees in check. He recieved a few looks on the way from the young crowd. A few waves and nodded heads from those who knew or heard about 'The Hammer'. His foot stepped into the claustrophobic room, it wouldn't be long before chatters of his name echoed throughout the people here.
Charlotte Ruse: Turning a corner, she spotted the gym just up ahead and shivered. There seemed to be a steady stream of people coming and going from the front door and that meant there were people inside. People meant crowds and she hated, HATED crowds. That meant she had a decision to make. Which was greater? Her fear of crowds or her need for heroin? In the end, the heroin won out and she forced herself across the street and into the gym, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible while looking out for her dealer.
Max Kocourek: “Glad ta have ya back, hamma!” A shout came from the office door as Max departed.
He waved nonchalantly over his shoulder and muttered, “Glad yer not dead.” The man in the office just chuckled.
His headphones were pulled from around the thick of his neck. He stopped off at the water cooler for sip. The sat on the bench in the locker area. The combination lock appeared tiny in the palm of his hand. He placed it onto the bench. Pushed up the sweat bands from his wrists and began to wrap his palms with cloth and tape.
“Ready for the big fight?” Another randomly cut into Max’s quiet surroundings.
“Sure.” It was not an offer or agreement, but merely a notion to make the man go away. He was not the chatty kind. Nor did he like to be put out of his mode of concentration.
Charlotte Ruse: Her head shot around as she heard someone shouting and seeming to call someone 'Hammer'. That was the name she'd heard her Jonah called, and as she spotted the one replying, she smiled at how he reminded her of her Jonah. Which was when a thought came into her mind. What if she were to make him her childe? Jonah couldn't disapprove - as he was just like him. Keara couldn't disapprove, because she liked Jonah. Him being called Hammer was obviously a sign to her, a sign that destiny had intervened and shown her who was to be her childe. A small smile graced her lips, and for now - all thoughts of heroin were forgotten as she tried to shadow the man and watch him to see if she was right in her thoughts.
Max Kocourek: His palms were stiff and much heavier with wrappings pulled taut. Course from the size of his palms and the many beatings he’d pushed them through, he could no longer squeeze his palms into a tight fist anyway, this came to a disadvantage at times. He looped his pinky through the combination lock. From the seated position, he tossed the new roll of tape and admissions pass from the office into an open locker along with his headphones and mp3 player. As much as he wanted to jive and jab to the beat he couldn’t be restrained with cables twisting about his arms. He was ready to attack the punching bags.
Charlotte Ruse: His hands were HUGE! She had quite small hands, all things considered, and she couldn't help but stare at them as he wrapped them in tape - though for what reason she had no idea. She was completely enthralled, and wondered just how she was going to do this. Keara had stabbed her, and then made her drink her blood. It was all Charlotte knew of the turning process, all she had to go on. So her hand slipped to her hair and made sure the little blade was there, ready to be removed and utilised when she thought the time was right.
Max Kocourek: His weight moved forward on the bench as he grabbed his remaining cash and ID cards from the inside edge of his sock. The wood groaned in relief as he stood to a tall six foot one inches. Max flipped open the combination lock, threw his stuff inside, and looped the lock to close. He grimaced at the thought of spinning little numbers later. He should have brought his own padlock with a key. He had not even seen it in his bag. Something he’ll have to give Agnes hell about later. Max made for the punching bags first.
Charlotte Ruse: She hid around a corner as he walked by her, leaving the changing rooms and heading back for the gym. It was easier to conceal herself amongst more people, wandering aimlessly and pretending to be interested in posters and leaflets, though her eyes never left him. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was spotted by someone - but a plan was beginning to form in her mind. When he was done with his practice, she would corner him in the changing room. Immobilise him, feed him her blood, and while he was unconscious, carry him out of the back and through the fire exit. With all the crap she got from the BnE she did - she was quite strong from lugging it all around. She was sure she could easily manage to carry him over her shoulder off and into the night.
Max Kocourek: Fifteen minutes later he was working up a sweat. Hot on his feet. One jab after another tormented the heavy bag. He paused to reflect how his knuckles were starting to swell. It had been nearly six months since his last fight. For a boxer, that was a long time. It was his own fault though. He used to be a respectable fighter. He blew that title 3 years ago by using. More young fighters started entering the ring and kicking him to the curb. Max found that steroids gave a generous boost of testosterone to his system. His winning streak came alive. His fist “The Hammer” hotter than ever. It was a wonderful life until it was exploited. Now, he was clean but the temptation was coming back to him. He carried around one syringe as a reminder of the worst days and the shame he brought shame he brought about his name. He was destined to make it right again. Thoughts plummeted to the forefront of his brain. His punches grew stronger, harder. Pushed through the pain and white knuckles until they began to bleed.
Charlotte Ruse: A man approached Charlotte and startled her by asking her what she was doing and what she wanted. She simply stared at him for what seemed like hours before her brain kicked in and came up with a reply, telling him she was there looking for a job as a ring girl. He looked her over - which made her squirm inwardly - and then nodded his head. She had an alright body, and would 'do' he said. In fact, he had a fight coming up and would introduce her to one of the fighters right now. S she found herself trailing along behind this man, seemingly with a new job, and to her horror - right towards the Hammer to be introduced and left him him apparently.
Max Kocourek: He stopped as soon as another man and smaller woman approached. His palms clasped around the dead leather pouch hanging in front of him. He took a deep breath in before speaking. “What’s Up.” He pulled a sweaty palm from the bag and shook the fellows hand, then wiped the back of his hand across his brow.
Charlotte Ruse: The man pointed to Charlotte and grinned lewdly. "She's gonna shadow you for today. See how a boxer thinks. See how it works. She's your new ring girl!" Clapping Max on the shoulder, he headed off without even waiting for an answer - while Charlotte stood there like a rabbit in the headlights, staring at the big man in front of her.
Max Kocourek: Heavy footfalls barely touched the pavement. He was taught to move on his toes. It was the momentum that kept him going. Once he began to run all two hundred pounds of muscle toted along effortlessly. Slightly bent knees, elbows tight to his frame as they could be. Music. Live acoustic orchestra played a waltz in his head to time with his forward moving strides. Max rounded the corner, Sully’s Gymnasium was in sight. A pale ear to ear grin indicated he was happy to have mesmerized the directions well.
Charlotte Ruse: Charlotte finally found the information centre and ran through all the leaflets before finding one for the gym. Picking it up, she found the address and then ran through the streets in her head one by one until she worked out where it was in relation to where the gym was and then made her way here via the backstreets as usual. She felt quite ill by now, her hands and arms shaking as withdrawal reared its ugly head.
Max Kocourek: His pace gradually slowed while passing buildings on the street. He stopped at the doorfront of the gym, drew in a deep breath, and pushed open the door. Inside a gigantic ring with red and blue ropes filled the entire center of the floor. Around the front of it was several punching bags, weight machines, pulleys, barbells. Around the backside were restrooms, changing rooms, showers, small kitchen, and an office. Max headed straight for the office to get his fees in check. He recieved a few looks on the way from the young crowd. A few waves and nodded heads from those who knew or heard about 'The Hammer'. His foot stepped into the claustrophobic room, it wouldn't be long before chatters of his name echoed throughout the people here.
Charlotte Ruse: Turning a corner, she spotted the gym just up ahead and shivered. There seemed to be a steady stream of people coming and going from the front door and that meant there were people inside. People meant crowds and she hated, HATED crowds. That meant she had a decision to make. Which was greater? Her fear of crowds or her need for heroin? In the end, the heroin won out and she forced herself across the street and into the gym, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible while looking out for her dealer.
Max Kocourek: “Glad ta have ya back, hamma!” A shout came from the office door as Max departed.
He waved nonchalantly over his shoulder and muttered, “Glad yer not dead.” The man in the office just chuckled.
His headphones were pulled from around the thick of his neck. He stopped off at the water cooler for sip. The sat on the bench in the locker area. The combination lock appeared tiny in the palm of his hand. He placed it onto the bench. Pushed up the sweat bands from his wrists and began to wrap his palms with cloth and tape.
“Ready for the big fight?” Another randomly cut into Max’s quiet surroundings.
“Sure.” It was not an offer or agreement, but merely a notion to make the man go away. He was not the chatty kind. Nor did he like to be put out of his mode of concentration.
Charlotte Ruse: Her head shot around as she heard someone shouting and seeming to call someone 'Hammer'. That was the name she'd heard her Jonah called, and as she spotted the one replying, she smiled at how he reminded her of her Jonah. Which was when a thought came into her mind. What if she were to make him her childe? Jonah couldn't disapprove - as he was just like him. Keara couldn't disapprove, because she liked Jonah. Him being called Hammer was obviously a sign to her, a sign that destiny had intervened and shown her who was to be her childe. A small smile graced her lips, and for now - all thoughts of heroin were forgotten as she tried to shadow the man and watch him to see if she was right in her thoughts.
Max Kocourek: His palms were stiff and much heavier with wrappings pulled taut. Course from the size of his palms and the many beatings he’d pushed them through, he could no longer squeeze his palms into a tight fist anyway, this came to a disadvantage at times. He looped his pinky through the combination lock. From the seated position, he tossed the new roll of tape and admissions pass from the office into an open locker along with his headphones and mp3 player. As much as he wanted to jive and jab to the beat he couldn’t be restrained with cables twisting about his arms. He was ready to attack the punching bags.
Charlotte Ruse: His hands were HUGE! She had quite small hands, all things considered, and she couldn't help but stare at them as he wrapped them in tape - though for what reason she had no idea. She was completely enthralled, and wondered just how she was going to do this. Keara had stabbed her, and then made her drink her blood. It was all Charlotte knew of the turning process, all she had to go on. So her hand slipped to her hair and made sure the little blade was there, ready to be removed and utilised when she thought the time was right.
Max Kocourek: His weight moved forward on the bench as he grabbed his remaining cash and ID cards from the inside edge of his sock. The wood groaned in relief as he stood to a tall six foot one inches. Max flipped open the combination lock, threw his stuff inside, and looped the lock to close. He grimaced at the thought of spinning little numbers later. He should have brought his own padlock with a key. He had not even seen it in his bag. Something he’ll have to give Agnes hell about later. Max made for the punching bags first.
Charlotte Ruse: She hid around a corner as he walked by her, leaving the changing rooms and heading back for the gym. It was easier to conceal herself amongst more people, wandering aimlessly and pretending to be interested in posters and leaflets, though her eyes never left him. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was spotted by someone - but a plan was beginning to form in her mind. When he was done with his practice, she would corner him in the changing room. Immobilise him, feed him her blood, and while he was unconscious, carry him out of the back and through the fire exit. With all the crap she got from the BnE she did - she was quite strong from lugging it all around. She was sure she could easily manage to carry him over her shoulder off and into the night.
Max Kocourek: Fifteen minutes later he was working up a sweat. Hot on his feet. One jab after another tormented the heavy bag. He paused to reflect how his knuckles were starting to swell. It had been nearly six months since his last fight. For a boxer, that was a long time. It was his own fault though. He used to be a respectable fighter. He blew that title 3 years ago by using. More young fighters started entering the ring and kicking him to the curb. Max found that steroids gave a generous boost of testosterone to his system. His winning streak came alive. His fist “The Hammer” hotter than ever. It was a wonderful life until it was exploited. Now, he was clean but the temptation was coming back to him. He carried around one syringe as a reminder of the worst days and the shame he brought shame he brought about his name. He was destined to make it right again. Thoughts plummeted to the forefront of his brain. His punches grew stronger, harder. Pushed through the pain and white knuckles until they began to bleed.
Charlotte Ruse: A man approached Charlotte and startled her by asking her what she was doing and what she wanted. She simply stared at him for what seemed like hours before her brain kicked in and came up with a reply, telling him she was there looking for a job as a ring girl. He looked her over - which made her squirm inwardly - and then nodded his head. She had an alright body, and would 'do' he said. In fact, he had a fight coming up and would introduce her to one of the fighters right now. S she found herself trailing along behind this man, seemingly with a new job, and to her horror - right towards the Hammer to be introduced and left him him apparently.
Max Kocourek: He stopped as soon as another man and smaller woman approached. His palms clasped around the dead leather pouch hanging in front of him. He took a deep breath in before speaking. “What’s Up.” He pulled a sweaty palm from the bag and shook the fellows hand, then wiped the back of his hand across his brow.
Charlotte Ruse: The man pointed to Charlotte and grinned lewdly. "She's gonna shadow you for today. See how a boxer thinks. See how it works. She's your new ring girl!" Clapping Max on the shoulder, he headed off without even waiting for an answer - while Charlotte stood there like a rabbit in the headlights, staring at the big man in front of her.
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Re: Misunderstandings and stupid ideas
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Max Kocourek: “Ring girl?” He didn’t have one. He didn’t say and watched the man walk away. His chest heaved a few times. “That was Jeff.” He muttered looking back to the women in front of him.
“Congrats. Go get me a towel.” His monotone left no clues to how delighted or annoyed he was to have a ring girl. He didn’t ask a name either. He did not think he really needed one but all the half-wit studs sported two to three on their arm.
“Hey, over there?” He pointed to a pair of bins. One with fresh towels and one you could see the odor spewing off of them.
Charlotte Ruse: She blinked and it took a few minutes for it to sink in. She nodded her head and scuttled off, grabbing him a couple of fresh towels before returning and holding them out to him. They were of two different sizes, and he'd not said what sort he wanted, so she'd just got one of each instead.
Max Kocourek: “Good.” He grabbed the small one. Ran it over his bald head to collect the beads of perspiration. Down the back of his neck and tattoo covered shoulders. His eyebrows arched a bit. “So what do I call ya?” Max reached for the second towel.
Charlotte Ruse: "Ummmm....." Did she give him her real name, or not. Though - if he was going to be hers forever as she hoped, he'd need to know her name. So no point in lying to him now. "Charlotte." She mumbled, still staring at him. "You?"
Max Kocourek: “What was that?” He swapped the second towel with the first. Tapped his right ear. “Speak up. I ain’t heard well in years.”
Charlotte Ruse: "Oh. Uh. Sorry. Charlotte. My name's Charlotte. And you?" She stammered slightly, intimidated by the man even though theoretically, if she managed to stand up for herself, she could take him.
Max Kocourek: “Max.” His breathing slowed back to a normal pace. Few fingers dug into the side pocket of his workout shorts. He retrieved a decent sized stopwatch. “You keep time? Stick with me.” He nodded her to follow. He made way through a small bunch of fellas near the weight equipment. Two moved out of his walkline right away, one other stood in his path until just before Max could walk through the man. Intimidation all around. Max sat on a long leather bench. “You know how to use that? I gotta ask.”
Charlotte Ruse: "Umm. Yes" She said, having followed him like a ouse looking for crumbs. "But, um, what am I timing?"
Max Kocourek: "Reps." He nodded before lying down. His palms pressed hard to the barbell above his head. Fingers didn't quite touch. "70 per min." It was always a stretch he couldn't meet, but he tried anyway.
Charlotte Ruse: She nodded her head and waited for him to get into position then she pressed the button and said 'Go!'
Max Kocourek: "Right!" He focused upon the task at hand. Breathing out and in again with every push of the heavy weighted bar. He had not checked the weights, but knew from experience it was roughly one thirty five. It was easier to focus when someone else could keep time.
Charlotte Ruse: Each time he pressed the weights up, she added another to her count. When it got to a minute, she stopped - on 55 reps and then looked worried.
Max Kocourek: He didn't hear the click of the watch, but caught sight of her face and stopped. "Too much?" A jest as he rested the bar to it's holder.
Charlotte Ruse: She smiled and nodded her head. "You did.... really well."
Max Kocourek: "HA! Bull ****, but thanks for saving my feelings." He sat up. "What's the damage?"
Charlotte Ruse: "No, damage. You, umm, bench pressed for the full minute. So..... you did what you wanted to. Right?!" She was giving him every opportunity, not wanting to give him bad news, as she had no idea how he'd respond and react.
Max Kocourek: "riiighht.." he trailed of. "You see that punk over there." He nodded off. "Don't look though. He can do 68 a minute. I gotta make it to 70 by next Friday if I want to win the fight."
Charlotte Ruse: "Oh" She nodded her head and thought about it. "Maybe a shower? a break will help?"
Max Kocourek: "You getting at something?" His expression went stern. He knew this place was a pure sweat shop but just how bad.... "May as well. Already ran fifteen miles to get here." As he picked himself up from off the bench his back growned. "Same time tomorrow?"
Charlotte Ruse: She grinned, her ploy working. With a little nod of her head she took a step back. "Sure. Thanks. Anything else you need? Before I.... go"
Max Kocourek: "uh..." He scratched his head. "No. Oh. Ya get paid after the match." He turned and walked off to the lockers.
Charlotte Ruse: "Tha....." she didn't get to finish, as he turned and walked off. Setting the towel down, she did a slow loop of the gym to give him time to get into the shower and vulnerable
Max Kocourek: Max stopped off at the lockers first. He sat on the bench to rest for a few and took his time unwinding his fingers from the tape.
Charlotte Ruse: She got held up as the owner guy came at her with a load of paperwork that needed done.
Max Kocourek: Slowly flexed his fingers. Sharp pains begin to shoot down each one. He was done for the day, else he'd break one or two without even knowing. It was the pain that had led him to start different drugs. Cure the pain and he could hit stronger-faster-harder. Right through another man's nose causing permanent damage, that was the fight that proved steroid were talking all along. He glanced up to the tiny combination lock and sighed. "Later." And headed off to shower.
Charlotte Ruse: The paperwork finished, and a load of BS info filled in, she slipped into the changing rooms and then into the showers, pulling out her thin dagger and preparing. As she came to his cubicle, she didn't think and just lunged. The blade slipped into his kidney then out, repeating a few times around his back to try and sever his spine and do him some proper damage - enough to kill hopefully.
Max Kocourek: Max picked up a few towels and soap for the populace to use. The showers were empty-just like he liked it. He turned up the radio on his walk to a stall. He let the water rush over his head cool at first then built up the steam. Closed his eyes to reflect on the day. Suddenly, in midst of an empty thought pain rushed from deep within, splitting through his skin. Rushed up to his arms, head. He attempted to dart aside, but legs gave way and he hit hard on the tile floor.
Charlotte Ruse: He was down and she stared for a minute, looking down at him from where she stood in complete shock. However, the red that was running down the plughole made her feel faint and brought her back to what was going on. She knelt beside him and looked into his eyes, whispering softly "I'm so sorry. So sorry"
Max Kocourek: "Wha..? You." He blinked. Focus was drifting fast. He glanced around. Tried to reach for the wall to hoist himself up. "You..."
Charlotte Ruse: "I'm sorry!" She repeated again, using the knife to slit her wrist and pressed it to his lips to make him swallow her blood
Max Kocourek: He refused, but she seemed stronger than he somehow. His brain floating on ice as he was beginning to grow cold from fatal wound.
Charlotte Ruse: She didn't care that he wasn't drinking willingly, her wrist was pressed to his lips hard. So hard that she was smooshing his lips aside so her wrist was pressed to his teeth. She needed her blood to go into his body one way or another. She needed him to turn, to become a vampire, to become hers.
Max Kocourek: As final thoughts began to fade away his lips part. Bitter taste of blood to his tongue. The taste was soon lost to all the feeling he had in his frame. He glared back at her to memorize her face. Trust was not something he did so easily. Had it not been for the fight encompassing his every thought, maybe he'd been more careful.
Charlotte Ruse: She smiled down at him as she felt his teeth parting against her skin. She held her arm there for a few minutes after he'd passed out, just to make sure there was enough in his system. She really had no idea what she was doing, so she was doing everything double what she thought was needed - just to make sure. She took a towel and wrapped it around her wrist, waiting for him to pass out before she realized he was naked. "Oh....!" Quickly, she ran and grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped him up, then with much huffing and puffing she hoisted his body onto her shoulder and escaped out the fire exit, carrying him off to her place to help him through the change and explain...... well..... everything to him once he awoke.
Max Kocourek: “Ring girl?” He didn’t have one. He didn’t say and watched the man walk away. His chest heaved a few times. “That was Jeff.” He muttered looking back to the women in front of him.
“Congrats. Go get me a towel.” His monotone left no clues to how delighted or annoyed he was to have a ring girl. He didn’t ask a name either. He did not think he really needed one but all the half-wit studs sported two to three on their arm.
“Hey, over there?” He pointed to a pair of bins. One with fresh towels and one you could see the odor spewing off of them.
Charlotte Ruse: She blinked and it took a few minutes for it to sink in. She nodded her head and scuttled off, grabbing him a couple of fresh towels before returning and holding them out to him. They were of two different sizes, and he'd not said what sort he wanted, so she'd just got one of each instead.
Max Kocourek: “Good.” He grabbed the small one. Ran it over his bald head to collect the beads of perspiration. Down the back of his neck and tattoo covered shoulders. His eyebrows arched a bit. “So what do I call ya?” Max reached for the second towel.
Charlotte Ruse: "Ummmm....." Did she give him her real name, or not. Though - if he was going to be hers forever as she hoped, he'd need to know her name. So no point in lying to him now. "Charlotte." She mumbled, still staring at him. "You?"
Max Kocourek: “What was that?” He swapped the second towel with the first. Tapped his right ear. “Speak up. I ain’t heard well in years.”
Charlotte Ruse: "Oh. Uh. Sorry. Charlotte. My name's Charlotte. And you?" She stammered slightly, intimidated by the man even though theoretically, if she managed to stand up for herself, she could take him.
Max Kocourek: “Max.” His breathing slowed back to a normal pace. Few fingers dug into the side pocket of his workout shorts. He retrieved a decent sized stopwatch. “You keep time? Stick with me.” He nodded her to follow. He made way through a small bunch of fellas near the weight equipment. Two moved out of his walkline right away, one other stood in his path until just before Max could walk through the man. Intimidation all around. Max sat on a long leather bench. “You know how to use that? I gotta ask.”
Charlotte Ruse: "Umm. Yes" She said, having followed him like a ouse looking for crumbs. "But, um, what am I timing?"
Max Kocourek: "Reps." He nodded before lying down. His palms pressed hard to the barbell above his head. Fingers didn't quite touch. "70 per min." It was always a stretch he couldn't meet, but he tried anyway.
Charlotte Ruse: She nodded her head and waited for him to get into position then she pressed the button and said 'Go!'
Max Kocourek: "Right!" He focused upon the task at hand. Breathing out and in again with every push of the heavy weighted bar. He had not checked the weights, but knew from experience it was roughly one thirty five. It was easier to focus when someone else could keep time.
Charlotte Ruse: Each time he pressed the weights up, she added another to her count. When it got to a minute, she stopped - on 55 reps and then looked worried.
Max Kocourek: He didn't hear the click of the watch, but caught sight of her face and stopped. "Too much?" A jest as he rested the bar to it's holder.
Charlotte Ruse: She smiled and nodded her head. "You did.... really well."
Max Kocourek: "HA! Bull ****, but thanks for saving my feelings." He sat up. "What's the damage?"
Charlotte Ruse: "No, damage. You, umm, bench pressed for the full minute. So..... you did what you wanted to. Right?!" She was giving him every opportunity, not wanting to give him bad news, as she had no idea how he'd respond and react.
Max Kocourek: "riiighht.." he trailed of. "You see that punk over there." He nodded off. "Don't look though. He can do 68 a minute. I gotta make it to 70 by next Friday if I want to win the fight."
Charlotte Ruse: "Oh" She nodded her head and thought about it. "Maybe a shower? a break will help?"
Max Kocourek: "You getting at something?" His expression went stern. He knew this place was a pure sweat shop but just how bad.... "May as well. Already ran fifteen miles to get here." As he picked himself up from off the bench his back growned. "Same time tomorrow?"
Charlotte Ruse: She grinned, her ploy working. With a little nod of her head she took a step back. "Sure. Thanks. Anything else you need? Before I.... go"
Max Kocourek: "uh..." He scratched his head. "No. Oh. Ya get paid after the match." He turned and walked off to the lockers.
Charlotte Ruse: "Tha....." she didn't get to finish, as he turned and walked off. Setting the towel down, she did a slow loop of the gym to give him time to get into the shower and vulnerable
Max Kocourek: Max stopped off at the lockers first. He sat on the bench to rest for a few and took his time unwinding his fingers from the tape.
Charlotte Ruse: She got held up as the owner guy came at her with a load of paperwork that needed done.
Max Kocourek: Slowly flexed his fingers. Sharp pains begin to shoot down each one. He was done for the day, else he'd break one or two without even knowing. It was the pain that had led him to start different drugs. Cure the pain and he could hit stronger-faster-harder. Right through another man's nose causing permanent damage, that was the fight that proved steroid were talking all along. He glanced up to the tiny combination lock and sighed. "Later." And headed off to shower.
Charlotte Ruse: The paperwork finished, and a load of BS info filled in, she slipped into the changing rooms and then into the showers, pulling out her thin dagger and preparing. As she came to his cubicle, she didn't think and just lunged. The blade slipped into his kidney then out, repeating a few times around his back to try and sever his spine and do him some proper damage - enough to kill hopefully.
Max Kocourek: Max picked up a few towels and soap for the populace to use. The showers were empty-just like he liked it. He turned up the radio on his walk to a stall. He let the water rush over his head cool at first then built up the steam. Closed his eyes to reflect on the day. Suddenly, in midst of an empty thought pain rushed from deep within, splitting through his skin. Rushed up to his arms, head. He attempted to dart aside, but legs gave way and he hit hard on the tile floor.
Charlotte Ruse: He was down and she stared for a minute, looking down at him from where she stood in complete shock. However, the red that was running down the plughole made her feel faint and brought her back to what was going on. She knelt beside him and looked into his eyes, whispering softly "I'm so sorry. So sorry"
Max Kocourek: "Wha..? You." He blinked. Focus was drifting fast. He glanced around. Tried to reach for the wall to hoist himself up. "You..."
Charlotte Ruse: "I'm sorry!" She repeated again, using the knife to slit her wrist and pressed it to his lips to make him swallow her blood
Max Kocourek: He refused, but she seemed stronger than he somehow. His brain floating on ice as he was beginning to grow cold from fatal wound.
Charlotte Ruse: She didn't care that he wasn't drinking willingly, her wrist was pressed to his lips hard. So hard that she was smooshing his lips aside so her wrist was pressed to his teeth. She needed her blood to go into his body one way or another. She needed him to turn, to become a vampire, to become hers.
Max Kocourek: As final thoughts began to fade away his lips part. Bitter taste of blood to his tongue. The taste was soon lost to all the feeling he had in his frame. He glared back at her to memorize her face. Trust was not something he did so easily. Had it not been for the fight encompassing his every thought, maybe he'd been more careful.
Charlotte Ruse: She smiled down at him as she felt his teeth parting against her skin. She held her arm there for a few minutes after he'd passed out, just to make sure there was enough in his system. She really had no idea what she was doing, so she was doing everything double what she thought was needed - just to make sure. She took a towel and wrapped it around her wrist, waiting for him to pass out before she realized he was naked. "Oh....!" Quickly, she ran and grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped him up, then with much huffing and puffing she hoisted his body onto her shoulder and escaped out the fire exit, carrying him off to her place to help him through the change and explain...... well..... everything to him once he awoke.