The Dreamer (Writersblockade&Onyx)
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				Title: <strong>The Dreamer (Writersblockade&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 06:10:29</strong>
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				“I hope you’re not planning on taking me clubbing for my birthday again Will.” A vaguely irritated female voice broke the daze Will had been in for the past 15 minutes. “Will?” she repeated his name again when he didn’t answer immediately and he offered her, what he hoped was a reassuring smile.<br><strong>“No Jess I’m not taking you clubbing for your birthday again, but I do have to stop by one of mine and discuss something with the manager before we go to dinner.” </strong>He turned his blue eyes gazed to the brunette beside him dressed in a clingy black dress with a low scooping neckline. It was Jessica’s 24th birthday tonight and originally he’d planned an entire party for her complete with a luxury hotel/spa stay but the plans had suddenly changed when an old associate called in a debt. <br><br>The associate in question was the sole reason he was one of the most wealthy nightclub owners in the city. He ran into her when he was a teenager scrounging around in alleyways for food and freezing beneath cardboard boxes during the night. She’d offered him everything he wanted money, success and a side effect of that agreement was how he found Jessica. He still recalled when he first saw her, a reluctant young woman being tugged along by her drunken friends to one of his first clubs, Vanity. She’d spent the entire time nursing some sort of fruity alcoholic drink while her friends threw themselves at every guy who flashed a Rolex at them. He couldn’t help but introduce himself and they’d hit it off. Two years later they were still together but Will should’ve known it was too good to be true.<br><br>He pulled into a back alleyway and parked the car next to a very nondescript black door with nothing but a flickering light above it. It was a foreboding sight and he couldn’t help but feel guilty when he saw just how uncomfortable the area made her. <strong>“You should come with me. I don’t want some thug getting the wrong idea." </strong>Jessica gave him another uncomfortable look but nodded slipping out of the car and clutching the small leather purse close to her ample breasts.<br><br>Taking her hand he led her down the stairs and knocked four times in a strange rhythmic fashion. A small panel slid open and a pair of bloodshot brown eyes peered through them. “William!” The deep rumbling voice exclaimed. “We thought you were having second thoughts. She’s in her office.” The door opened silently and a large bouncer stepped aside. “Pretty woman you have there, is she the one?” Will gave him a nod before quickly pulling his puzzled girlfriend behind him.<br><br>The now very nervous man quickly walked down the narrow hall and stopped before a door that stated Manager in large blood red letters. Once again he knocked using the same pattern. <strong>“It’s Will, I’ve come to discuss our arrangement.” </strong><br><br>“What arrangement?” Jessica finally managed to get out her face pale beneath the artfully applied make-up. “This isn’t one of your clubs, what’s going on? Are you in trouble?” he laughed, a hard bitter sound and tightened his grip on her hand. <br><strong>“You have no idea babe.”</strong> And he turned the handle jerking them both inside before she even had time to jerk free of his grasp.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreamer (Writersblockade&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>21-11-2016, 19:14:44</strong>
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				<strong>”You tell Larry that if he doesn't get that delivery in by Friday morning, I will personally pay him a visit and help him understand the true meaning of overstuffed. His problems are his problems. I pay him to keep those problems away from my business!”</strong> she sighed and cradled her head in what almost became a facepalm. She didn't have the time to micromanage each and every facet of her business, and even if she did, why the fuck would she want to? Just for shits and giggles? She sighed and leaned her head back, stretching the suit she wore as much as she dared before straightening out again. Lucius took it well enough, but nobody liked being on the receiving end of one of her anger spurts, and Carmen was even worse after she broke her Dreamer. Well, as she would tell it, her Dreamer “shorted out”. The poor girl was still alive, but she was only good for a discount fuck over at The Cat’s Meow. Hell of a thing…Lucius was still trying to figure out if she got the better end of the bargain.<br><br>The good news was that the boss herself made the call to fix the situation. She didn't really talk about that part of things much, but the boys whisper…mostly about shit they didn’t know about. They talked about the sounds that came from the private room next to the sleepers. A room that only was accessible to the boss and her Dreamer. The goddamn door didn't even have a lock. Must have been one of those new fingerprint or voice things. He didn't bother asking, because his momma didn't raise no fools! Ask the wrong questions in his vocation was a good way of getting disappeared. Yet another freaky thing about the boss. Every so often the cops would come sniffing around, but they never got in sight of the sleepers, and anyone gone ”missing” didn't ever show up. Ever. He couldn't blame people for whispering. As long as it didn't get out of hand. <br><br>Carmen was agitated, to be honest. She'd spent a lot of time and money on her last Dreamer, and she still wasn’t sure what had happened, but it happened when they shifted to the other side…it shut her down, and she couldn't fix it. She had no choice but to believe that it was an attack. It was pointed…surgical, and meant to both get her attention and make a statement. Someone out there was chomping at the bit. The truce between the crime family's was at its weakest, and it seemed like everyone was patiently waiting for someone to make the first mistake. Whatever happened to everyone just making money and slapping each other around a little? Soldiers died every year, that was no big thing, but someone out there went after her food source. Someone out there was looking to weaken her position. That was personal, and would need to be handled in time. Though even in her current situation, there was still a silver lining. Her replacement dreamer was a fox! She felt herself tingle and sent Lucius away after he poured her some wine.<br><br>Social media…so much available out there for the discerning searcher, and her old friend William was out there more than your average sharer. Pictures of happy, dancing people. Snaps of him with his lovely Jessica, some fluff venue pictures…but it was the pictures of Jess she was interested in. A few tight tops…her a bikini, because one her darling William got help out of the gutter, he wanted to show off. She couldn't help but smile. She didn't think he ever thought he'd hear from her. When he picked up that phone and heard her voice, she could hear his scrotum tighten close around his balls. That's right, fucker, she remembered thinking, time to pay what you owe. She looked at a few more pictures and licked her lips as she thought about how wonderful her cock would feel between her titties. What was it about this era of humanity? Between the well-placed hormones in food and plastic surgeons on every street corner, seeing such lovely forms built for debauchery was what made spending time here that much more enjoyable!<br><br>She'd been thinking hard about the possibilities that suddenly sprung before her. The things she’d have to do to get herself back, when she felt a jolt of power. It was small…probably like a cell phone getting a trickle charge from a less powerful cord. She knew exactly what it was when she felt it, because she hasn't felt it since her dreamer went down. <strong>”Oh Jessica…I must have done something good by accident sometime ago, because you’re going to take me right to the top, where I belong…”</strong> Feeling capacity from a dormant Dreamer was normal, but actually being able to charge from them? Her long term gamble had just payed off. She had to wipe the saliva that was starting to form before William and his payment were shown in <strong>”William! So glad you managed to get away for a little.&nbsp; And you must be Jessica! You look even more ravishing in person.”</strong> Ignoring William, she gently ushered Jessica to a seat, then sat on the edge of her monstrosity of a desk. A rich, dark wood that fit the generally masculine feel of the office itself, and totally made no sense, considering the areas they had to walk through to get there.<br><br><strong>”I can sense some confusion and general discomfort here, so I'll assume William has not told you why you’re here. I will allow you to ask me whatever you'd like, just so you've heard it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. Choose wisely, and don't look to him for help. His part in this ended when he made his choice to keep his possessions, over keeping you…isn't that right, William?”</strong> Oh that was too delicious to pass up on. The anguish and anger all rolled into one. She could smell it in the air…like a storm brewing. Considering the situation, she might have actually been doing the girl a favor!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dreamer (Writersblockade&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 04:43:58</strong>
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				Will was already feeling the lowest he had since he ran into Carmen in the first place. He really did love Jessica, more than he cared to admit to himself but if he lost everything she’d be stuck with a bum for a boyfriend while she was still going to classes in order to get her doctorate. He tried to tell himself it was for her that he was doing it but that was, of course, a bald-faced lie. The young man didn’t want to lose everything he had over a woman. In the past five years he’d grown used to be able to afford anything he wanted, anytime he wanted it. In reality, he was a selfish, egotistical jerk just like so many others that signed agreements with Carmen. He was torn from his thoughts as Jessica was reluctantly ushered away from him. William’s hand twitched as though he was trying to reach out to her but he stopped himself returning it to his side as he remained in the shadows of the large office. <br><br>Now in Jessica’s case, she was still confused and extraordinarily uncomfortable. The air in this office was charged with something, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Unbeknownst to her it was because of her strength as a dreamer. Dreamers had the ability to pick up and follow strands of energy to the bodies of those who emitted it. Normally they had to be asleep in order to accomplish it and more of than not it was completely unintentional. In order for the act to be intentional one had to be trained in the art of lucid dreaming and they needed someone who could siphon off the energy they absorbed while following said energy stream otherwise they would wake long before they reached their destination. The fact that Jess was getting a vague sense of it already spoke volumes about her untapped potential.<br><br>“What exactly do you want?” Jessica questioned after a moment of contemplation. “Does he owe you money?” the brunette didn’t want to believe that her sweet, charming William was planning on selling her to this woman because he was in trouble. Or was she going to be forced to work off the debt at some whore house on the edge of the city? Was that all the past two years meant to him? She refused to believe that, maybe if they could come to some manner of agreement. “Or is there more to this?” &nbsp;Before she even gave her soon to be ex-boyfriend a backwards glances she needed to know what exactly he'd dragged her into.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 02:36:05</strong>
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				Carmen placed a French-tipped nail to her bottom lip, as if in thought. What was it that she wanted? Was "The World" too Bond-esque? eh, The world could go on spinning without her. She just needed to help keep her food source from killing itself off. That was easy enough. She was, however, a demoness in need. <strong>"What I want, is you. That's all your boy toy is here for. He's my cute little delivery boy, but you...you're the package."</strong> She smiled the way a predator would smile at cute little bunny, after inviting it inside for dinner, then gently bounced herself off the desk and started to pace <strong>"But I assure you, you didn't come cheap...oh no...and it was fortuitous! See, poor William didn't think I'd come calling...and even if I did, he could have never foreseen me asking for you. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost."</strong><br><br>She chuckled softly and clapped her hands <strong>"Once upon a time, there was a street kid who had dreams too big for the holey rags he called shoes to carry him. Every abuse he took, every grift he made got him closer and closer, but eventually...eventually there comes a time when a great change must occur, or he'd have to accept his status as some two-bit con man with a love, if not the wallet, for the club scene. Until I came along...see me? I like the long shots...my whole life has been a long shot, so what way to pay it forward while paying myself back? I take the hard luck cases, and I make them winners. I squeeze little shits like him until they turn into diamonds or until I wash them off and head to the next bet. And William...my my...he took what I gave him and climbed. Climbed like he was trying to pile money, and buildings, and cocktails on top of memories he wanted to block out...but I'm no memory."</strong><br><br>Her eyes slid to William's location, no longer human. For the moment, they were the only thing that changed dark orbs with yellow pupils that seemed to rejoice at the brief moment of their freedom <strong>"A bargain was struck for the open promise of one thing of my choosing, to be given without question. Who could resist such an offer? An opportunity to escape into the stratosphere of entertainment...achieve scientific prestige...hold sway in boardrooms. All for the price of that once thing. It seems easy at first..."</strong> she wriggled her eyebrows at him, then blinked and found her eyes normal again. <strong>"People go days...months...years, and you know the question on their minds when their alone? When the applause has stopped and the revelers are all passed out? When? When is the call going to come. You ask if he owes me money? No, he just owes me you...because you are my one...small...request."</strong><br><br>By the look of Carmen, she seemed genuinely please by the whole thing, and there was no lack of activity behind the stares she was giving Jessica. There was an urgency to it, with an overlay of hunger. Hunger for what was an entirely different question altogether. <strong>"There's a lot to do...so I'm going to need you to say your goodbyes. I'll give you a few minutes to yourselves, and then we can start in earnest. Jessica...you may not believe me right now, but you have no idea how lucky you've just gotten. The things I've to show you. Things that would answer questions you've had on your mind for years, I bet. Answered in a single night, and that's just a tip of the iceberg."</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 05:26:31</strong>
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				The mask of neutrality that Jess was trying to maintain became weaker and weaker as Carmen told the tale of what exactly had happened. Will was like every other man in this godforsaken city, worried about status, money, fame and they didn’t care who they stepped on be it friends, family or a girlfriend who was naïve enough to see the good in someone who ran nightclubs for a living. All the promises he whispered when he held her, all the stories he told of their future they’d been lies even if he had no way of knowing that this…woman would ask for her rather than money or even ownership of his clubs. The ache in her chest was no the sound of her heartbreaking it was hardening as it had before and it went without saying she was mad by the end of Carmen’s speech.<br><br>William for his part was used to her, they’d interacted on occasion over the years normally when he came into her domain asking for just…a little bit more. One more club, one more famous DJ to give him an even bigger name.&nbsp; Of course, the answer was always no, after all, she had fulfilled her end of the bargain and now it was up to him to keep a hold of the fame and success. He visibly swallowed and the color drained from his face when her eyes changed.&nbsp; The only thing worse than Carmen mad was when she was happy and she was…too happy. When she asked for Jessica as payment for their bargain he’d never thought to ask her why. After all, she was just a normal woman with normal hopes and dreams beautiful yes, smart yes but that was it. She didn’t have anything that the other woman could possibly want, he figured she would end up working at one of the brothels but he was beginning to think he was wrong. What had he just handed over to her?<br><br>He shifted when she spoke about giving them time alone hoping he could salvage even the smallest fraction of their relationship but it seemed he was truly out of luck. “That won’t be necessary.” Jessica said in as strong a voice as she could muster though it quivered with unshed tears. Standing she walked over to him and raised her hand. SMACK! The sound of skin striking skin echoed in the room, she’d just slapped him. “I never want to see you again, you’re a vile, disgusting example of humanity and I hope you rot with all the money she gave you for me.” Hot, angry tears began falling down her cheeks. “Go away Will, go back to your clubs and money. I’m obviously worth less to you than they are.” Turning away she headed back to the chair and sat down her shoulder shaking gently.<br><br>“Jess…I.” he didn’t get to finish because the bouncer from the door grabbed his arm and yanked him back into the hall. “The lady said she didn’t want to talk to you.” The large man’s voice sounded like a growl betraying what he truly was. “Out you get Willy, boy. Remember your deal is done, if you come her again your life is forfeit.” And with a shove William found himself out in the cold truly alone for the first time.<br><br>Back in the office Jessica finally looked up at Carmen drying her eyes with the edge of the scarf she’d been wearing around her shoulders. “So what exactly do you want from me?” she questioned in a soft, sorrowful tone. “Apparently I belong to you now.”
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