In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven & ChaosLord29]
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				Title: <strong>In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>08-02-2016, 22:11:48</strong>
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				There were probably dingier bars on the interstate . . . somewhere.&nbsp; The place smelled of mildew and stale beer and help wasn't exactly into service with a smile.&nbsp; The regulars at McClusky's Tavern and Grill sure as hell hadn't seen them though, all of them staying within a small radius of the backwoods town where they'd been born and raised.&nbsp; The only other people who stopped in were the more desperate or indiscriminate who happened to be traveling by and didn't have anywhere else to go, but all in all it meant monotony broken up by the occasional aggravation for the young bartender who was one of the sole 'attractions' at the grimy pub (the other being the steak sandwiches).&nbsp; This was itself though often an aggravation, as the regulars all too often leered at her without regard, and the migrant patrons preferred to make crude or degrading passes at her, or figure that a big enough 'tip' would buy them her company for the evening.&nbsp; The worst was when the bouncer, Burt, decided that roughing up or working over the more belligerent types counted as chivalry and used 'saving her' as his own excuse for the most sleazy come-ons she was regularly subjected to (besides her boss's clear policy that sexual favors would get her a raise any time she felt like it).<br><br>How she had wound up there, why she didn't leave, what might change things some day were all questions lost in the haze of exhaust and low fog which regularly blanketed this stretch of highway, and the ones folks most seldom bothered to ask.&nbsp; Servers came and went, either finding new gigs, packing up and leaving, or else getting themselves pregnant and married as a way to enter 'retirement'.&nbsp; Other work was scarce though, and day-in and day-out the bartender at McClusky's seemed to become one of those features you could count on being there forever, like the dilapidated juke box.&nbsp; The boss rented a number of trailers around the back of the property, most of which were vacant, and folks were free to hitch up their RVs as often as anything, but the plain fact was that there was no real draw in to the town or anywhere on the stretch of road which ran through it.<br><br>Certainly no one expected anything to happen on a Thursday evening early in the fall, with the usual fog and the usual batch of customers and a handful of patrons who'd stopped in on a cross country road trip.&nbsp; Younger kids, most of them just looking for a laugh at the small town yokels on their way to bigger and better things, but one among them, an athlete with a popped collar and quite the image of himself as a ladies man, had been coming back to the bar in frequent trips, making it all too obvious what his interest was.&nbsp; He'd flashed cash and a credit card, talked up how fast his car was back home, and even gone so far as to suggest how sweet it would be to just 'get her away from this all', but it was clear he had no such romantic intentions.&nbsp; His friends were whispering and ogling all too plainly, and the only other person making their intentions more plain was Burt, who any minute now would likely be tossing them all out, teaching the city-slickers a lesson, and hopefully winning the favor of the fair maiden's heart in the process.&nbsp; Or at least, earning his way in to her pants, finally.&nbsp; Surely she'd seen exactly this play out a dozen times before, and it wasn't until the crunch of gravel in the parking lot indicated the arrival of another customer indicated anything would possibly play out differently this time . . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-02-2016, 00:37:09</strong>
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				In the midst of such a place, many were left to wonder why such a stunning beauty was wasting her time there. It was as though she were some kind of desert flower that belonged in the most beautiful flourishing garden yet was left to die by the wastelands of sand filled emptiness. In that bar there was no better description than that. She was a true gem in the middle of the dirty amongst some of the worst of the worst. Only she knew that she had to stay for reasons that no one else could be allowed to understand or even know. Any others who knew about it would be put into danger and possibly get themselves hurt if they knew the secret she was keeping from every single person that came into her life.<br><br>Her name was Kayleigh Clarke. No one knew who she was there and that was why she had chosen this place. To remain hidden from those that were seeking for her and to take the very life from her among other things. <br><br>Kayleigh was a hard person to forget or even miss. Her skin was this beautiful shade of perfect alabaster and smoothness. In contrast to such pale lovely skin her long wavy curls were the color of darkest midnight black possible. Her hair fell down her back in soft curls reaching her lower back just above her bottom. Her eyes were the strangest and yet most beautiful eyes that one could imagine with a beautiful lavender hue which only hinted at how different and truly exotic she was. At a rather average height of 5'5" she had a sexy figure that was both tautly toned and yet the curves she displayed were lush and enticing in the sexiest way possible. Her waist was slender though not ridiculously small and it flared out to full curvy hips that begged to be gripped. Her breasts were often hidden beneath her clothing, but hinted at the bountiful curves that she possessed beneath. Though her thighs were thick they held a certain amount of tautness that showed she did indeed take good care of herself. Those thighs hinted at the plump bottom that was temptation incarnated with its perfect heart shape figure and the right amount of bouncy juiciness with taut smoothness. <br><br>She was rather used to fighting off the men who wanted a piece of her in many ways. Kayleigh was aware of her allure, but was careful not to let it get her into too much trouble either. She often refused Burt and she had told off her own boss more than once because she was assured that he would not fire her since she was the main attraction which brought him customers. She knew there was an allure about a young Irish woman with a sexy figure and beautiful features and a husky voice thick with an Irish accent. More often than not she used it to her favor, but was careful not to flirt with her customers no matter what she was promised in reward. <br><br>At that moment she was currently dealing with this forceful ladies man who thought that money could buy her. <strong>"I think you need te take a seat, lad, and enjoy the company of your friends instead of tryin' te get my attention."</strong> She told the man, doing her best to keep her Irish brogue under control, but her level of irritation was getting the better of her accent. She was hardly wearing anything that screamed "sex bomb" since she was wearing a black tank top with a long sleeved plaid button up shirt over it that was half way buttoned up and she wore a pair of jeans and boots. Her long curly hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail and it was clear she had been working a long shift that day since there was evidence of fatigue on her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 04:39:49</strong>
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				"C'mon beautiful . . ." The young man wheedled as he put himself only slightly in Kayleigh's way, an all too transparent attempt to force proximity, "Anyone can see you've got class, and spirit too! You don't need to stick around a dump like this. My friends and I are headed out west a ways, why don't you join us for a road trip?"<br><br>It was a soft line, all things considered, and whatever else the punk kind believed, he was right about one thing.&nbsp; Kayleigh's spirit burned almost palpably around her, and she carried herself with a grace and dignity which belied her sultry figure.&nbsp; Everyone could see it, but most of the locals reacted to it with a mix of interest and caution and Kayleigh was treated more like a novel stranger who had unfortunately worn out her welcome a while back.&nbsp; The yuppie punk and his traveling companions didn't put any more value on Kayleigh, that much was certain, between the lack of effort he was putting in to his lines and the way his fellow socialites sneered from their table.&nbsp; They would be content to ditch her a town or two down the road if she decided to come with them, and they were counting on her being too desperate for a chance of pace to care otherwise.<br><br>Unfortunately, everything thus far was proceeding business as usual, right down to Burt the bouncer being already on his way over to the bar, cracking his knuckles and drawing the attention of the crowd of young road trippers who began desperately trying to get their friend's attention.&nbsp; Said punk couldn't have been more obtuse and was completely oblivious to anything but Kayleigh and maybe his own reflection in the mirror behind them. As Burt's heavyset torso filled the reflection behind him however, the punk gave a gulp, almost choking on his drink, and Kayleigh knew she was in for yet more ill-advised and unwanted male attentions, just as soon as the thug of a bouncer was finished putting the hurt on this kid (which meant no tips for her).<br><br>"This kid bothering you, Kay?" Came the sordid drawl from the side of Burt's mouth, who was convinced the contraction of Kayleigh's name counted as affection shared between them.
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 06:15:37</strong>
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				Kayleigh breathed through clenched teeth as her beautiful vibrant lavender eyes showed the irritation that she was so clearly feeling in that moment. The compliments this young man was giving her were not the kind of compliments that Kayleigh found to be particularly sincere. The rather all too obvious attempt to force himself on her was enough of a rather obnoxious way proving to Kayleigh that he had no class himself. With her patience rather quickly dwindling and as she saw Burt approaching in the corner of her eyes she tried to handle the situation herself. <strong>"How about you and your friends take that road trip and send me a postcard, aye?"</strong> She replied, giving a rather fake though pretty smile as she tried to brush off his rather brutish attempts. <br><br>Before Kayleigh could wander off and finish clearing off the tables that were currently unoccupied, but unfortunately a mess, Burt came up. And amusing as it was to watch this young man nearly piss his own pants from the fear of seeing Burt she sighed heavily as the current mess of a situation was getting muckier. <br><br><strong>"Burt, I do appreciate the offer, but I think that I can handle it. And my name is not Kay. It's Kayleigh, Burt. So please use my name correctly."</strong> She corrected him. Both of the men were brushed off by the&nbsp; bustling beauty who could enchant nearly anyone in her presence. She didn't know that at least one of them would not be taking a no or brush off as the answer. Even for Kayleigh's magnificent ability to brush people off she couldn't altogether force someone to do something because it just wasn't in her to do such an inconsiderate thing. It would also end up being the one quality of her personality that put her in danger this time. 
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				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 23:50:17</strong>
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				Kayleigh might not have been trying particularly harder than the punk in question to save feelings, but her natural grace allowed for all the room he needed to shrug his shoulders and make a clean exit. That is, he might have if Burt hadn’t put him neatly in the way of his return to the table and his fellow road-tripping snobs, in much the same way he had tried to inhibit Kayleigh about her clearing tables.&nbsp; Any potential irony was wasted as he did his best not to skitter away in terror while Burt went through his usual routine of flexing pudgy hands and rolling his broad shoulders; there was as much muscle as fat on his frame, which was saying a good deal for a man Burt’s size.<br><br>Kayleigh’s lilting placations had their usual effect on the brute, causing him to give a smile and a dopey nod, only half listening to what she was saying while his eyes wandered her frame.&nbsp; It might have been cute if the man wasn’t so obviously lecherous and full of himself; his crude blend of chivalry and force were effective enough on more than a few of the local girls though exactly how much say they had in the matter was something that wasn’t discussed after the fact.&nbsp; Kayleigh thus far maintained the right balance of aloof charm for him not to push it, and Burt’s attempts at flirting left enough room for the young man to make his escape back to his table, but her last words gave him pause, which was right about when things went downhill . . .<br><br>“Who are you calling ‘kid’ you trailer trash hick?” Called over the punk, suddenly a lot braver now that the two fellow guys in his part were standing up behind him. “She need the opinion of some ugly muscle who can’t even get her name right. We were just having a friendly chat!”<br><br>Burt’s eyes went a bit wider after a second or two of thought, and the rest of the bar settled to a tense stillness.&nbsp; There were only a few other patrons around, but their eyes were fixed on the growing confrontation as apparently, the kid in question had decided to turn Burt’s own perverted sense of chivalry back on him, and was now feigning to defend Kayleigh from the sleazy oaf.&nbsp; It was difficult to say who would be worse off if it came to blows, but it was clear each side now had every intention of fighting . . . over Kayleigh.
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>12-02-2016, 05:10:08</strong>
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				The attempt at being polite and forceful seemed to make it known, but it was obviously not her night for luck as the men who accompanied the young man she was trying to make shove off appeared offended by Burt. This was not going to be a good situation and if Burt actually got a hold of the punks it could possibly end with murder or fatal wounds. That was the majority of her concern since she did not want anyone getting hurt on her watch and it was hard to imagine that she would want to stand up for Burt, but the less involvement with local authorities that she could avoid the better. <br><br><strong>"All of you, knock it off! I am not a mute and if you would like to kindly stay in your seats for the remainder of your evening here then please let this go. I have no desire to venture anywhere with any of you no matter the kind of toys, or money you have that you think are impressive. If you cannot and will not listen to me, then please take yourselves elsewhere."</strong> Kayleigh's beautiful Irish accent had thickened rather incredibly so as she spoke this time. Her patience was growing rather thin with the men here and that included the men who she worked with that constantly put the moves on her and made her feel like a piece of meat.<br><br>With a very loud and heavily exasperated sigh, Kayleigh brushed past Burt and the little punk who thought himself impressive and attractive. She disappeared into the back of the establishment with her head held high, and she did her best to not make her hips swing from side to side at all.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 08:17:12</strong>
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				In the instant that Kayleigh's accent came through, her voice rang clear, resonating to render the whole bar still, both belligerent patrons simply staring at her.&nbsp; Both Burt, and the sneering punk did not look half so much dumbfounded as they did in a state of genuine awe.&nbsp; It was compelling, and when the admonishing message sunk home, both men looked positively sheepish. It was odd enough, as they slunk away to respective corners, not daring to look at one another, but the other patrons around the road stop tavern immediately went about their business as well.&nbsp; The noise level picked up to it's usual dullness, and the jukebox, which had experienced a brief burst of static silence when Kayleigh spoke aloud, began to lulling play some country tune or another.<br><br>In back, the cook was the first one to give her an odd look, but it had a sort of fleeting appreciation to it as well.&nbsp; That disappeared quickly when the restaurants owner and manager came out from his office, lured from whatever unseemliness he occupied himself with while other people got work done during the day by the sound of the commotion. Having not heard Kayleigh's momentary clarion, he was not moved, and simply saw one of his servers coming back while Burt and some soured kid slunk away. This to Paul, her manager, only meant that trouble had been caused once again by Kayleigh and her ire.<br><br><strong>"Step in to my office Kay." </strong>He said, with his usual insincere smile. <strong>"I think we better talk."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 05:42:42</strong>
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				Kayleigh did not often resort to raising her voice in such a manner, but the two men arguing on her behalf had driven her to that point. She had been standing right there and had made her desires clear to the both of them. Yet, neither of them was listening to her, and though she did believe in some way that Burt had good intentions; it was sullied by the fact that he physically desired her. There was enough stress with this job she had taken and it was only added onto the stress of constantly needing to remain hidden from the people out there who wanted to harm her. It was enough to nearly drive her mad, and still she had managed to remain rather rooted into reality. <br><br>She was already starting to slow down her pace as she disappeared into the back of the tavern and her eyes were almost... sightless. She could feel something familiar stirring inside of her. It was often like this at times when she came across certain situations which struck a chord within her. One she had yet to fully understand or pinpoint. That situation felt familiar. Speaking rather loudly in a room of people who would not listen to her desires to get their attention. Commanding a room's attention without the intention of doing so, but getting upset enough that she needed to make it clear that she wanted to be heard. <br><br>Her night seemed rather hellbent on getting worse as Paul appeared. Kayleigh nearly visibly winced as he directed his eerie smile to her that made everything within her tremble from distaste. She hesitantly walked through the back of the kitchen and turned the small left into his office at his request. <strong>"What is it, Paul?"</strong> She inquired politely, giving a tight though polite smile. 
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				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 00:13:47</strong>
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				Paul sat down at the sagging easy chair behind his ramshackle desk in the dingy little office, strewn with all the manner of mishandled paperwork and stale beers, and indicated Kayleigh should take a seat on the other side in the metal folding chair.&nbsp; To the left a small two-seater couch which had seen better years and more than a few of the manager’s sexual conquests sat, and one could be welcome for the sterility of the folding chair, if not the comfort.<br><br>“Close the door.” He indicated, just as Kayleigh was about to sit, in his especially infuriating way of keeping an upper hand.&nbsp; “It sounded to me like you were just yelling at some of my customers in there, and not in that fiery Irish-girl way that some people find sexy.&nbsp; The kind of yelling that drives paying customers out the door, and the kind I’d prefer not to have to do to you.”<br><br>Paul was slime, through and through, and he made precious little effort to hide it with his oily comb over, graying scraggly beard.&nbsp; His worn t-shirt and jeans revealed a skinny figure, but not from lack of eating; it was well known he kept a few of his tenants in the trailers around the back of the lot stocked with drugs, and was just as quick to sell to passers-through or even get one of his servers hooked if it helped him get in their pants.&nbsp; He’d tried it all on Kayleigh before, but her continued rebuffs had lead him simply to treat her like the sorriest waitress he had on staff, despite her allure and report with customers.<br><br>“Now how exactly are you going to make that up to me, I wonder?” He asked, apparently not having given up hope Kayleigh’s will might slip as time and the drudgery of this place wore on her.
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>27-02-2016, 18:24:45</strong>
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				This room always managed to make Kayleigh incredibly nervous and uncomfortable. Her skin would tingle and crawl from the sensation of the even just the presence of the room. The couch was dingy and always smelled rather foul to Kayleigh enough so that the young waitress had never once sat on that couch. She had already vowed that she never would. <br><br>If she was nervous at all or uncomfortable her facial features did not display such feelings as she sat down in the metal folding chair and crossed one leg over the other. Her hands remained folded in her lap and she had the grace and presence of royalty that she did not know how to get rid of. She had grown up in that world and she could not ever bring herself to practice other mannerisms apart from the ones she had already learned. <strong>"What you heard, Mr. Paul was the sound of a waitress stopping a possible brawl from happening. I do assume that you would not think it good for business if the customers who are paying quite a great deal for their meal in your establishment are being beaten to a bloodied pulp by Burt. Of course, if that is what you'd prefer, Mr. Paul, then I will gladly allow your security to do so and whatever business you do see in this place will likely go out the window."</strong> Kayleigh calmly replied, raising one elegantly slender eyebrow up at him as if waiting for him to try and argue such a point with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>03-03-2016, 06:09:49</strong>
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				Paul rubbed the stubble on his chin and licked his teeth from behind his lips his eyes looked at her half glazed in that way which told Kayleigh he wasn't really listening.&nbsp; The movement of her leg caught his interest more than her words, or the frustration in his voice, despite the grace and relative patience she conducted herself with.&nbsp; Leaning forward on his desk, he let his eyes take their time leading up from her legs back to her face but he couldn't be bothered to hold her gaze.<br><br><strong>"I've told you, you can just call me Paul."</strong> He said instead, rolling right past her entirely reasonable explanation of the situation. <strong>"And you should let Burt conduct his business. Unless you think you're finally willing to take me up on that assistant position . . . ?" </strong>He left the offer hanging in the air just a moment.&nbsp; Burt was the closest thing Paul had to a friend, which was someone too dumb to know they were being scammed, as Paul skimmed off Burt's checks for renting one of the trailers, and to keep the bruiser in steroids as well.&nbsp; By contrast, an "assistant" is the closest thing Paul had ever had to a girlfriend, the last one being some bint who had been keen to give in to whatever perverted desires he pleased while lording it over the other waitresses that she didn't have to do any work in the bar to get paid (she did hers in the office and Paul's trailer).&nbsp; Four months the intolerable woman had stuck around, before swiping Paul's stash of money and drugs and never having been heard from again.&nbsp; The cur of a manager had set his sights on Kayleigh next, seemingly more wholesome, but not nearly so compliant as he was beginning to find.<br><br><strong>"If not, I'm sure you won't mind closing up tonight."</strong> He said flatly, <strong>"See if you can't keep Burt behaving if it means all that much to you."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2016, 06:50:14</strong>
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				His leering gaze was enough to make her body break out in pure chills. Nothing about that gaze was complimenting to her beautiful body and looks. If any stupid woman thought that a look like that was a compliment then perhaps they deserved to have this leech of a man pawing at their body. Though Burt was clearly one to look on at Kayleigh with a little too appreciative of looks - he was the only one in this establishment that Kayleigh actually believed would be a good man if he wasn't so strung out on steroids. <br><br><strong>"Burt is a good man, and perhaps if you didn't keep him on steroids he would figure out that you use him and think so little of him."</strong> Kayleigh calmly replied, remaining to keep a collected manner despite the way that Paul was treating her. <strong>"I do not wish for an assistant position, Mr. Paul. I have no desire to sleep with you in any sense of that word. I do not wish to have you touch me in any possible way and I certainly do not appreciate the leering looks you think are appropriate to give me."</strong> Kayleigh's patience was rather thin that afternoon considering the circumstances she had been put in that afternoon. <strong>"No one here is bold or brave enough to warn you off, but I do not mind to do so, Mr. Paul. You run a business which you prefer to conduct with no respect for your employees and prefer to hire junkies who need help or women with no morals or standards. I happen to have both morals and standards. I would sincerely suggest, Mr. Paul, that you keep your threats to yourself because as far as I see things... You run illegal operations here and I have all the material I might need to go to the police to report you. Now, Mr. Paul, I would appreciate it if you would not proposition me any further with sexual harrassment or illegal substance offers. Unless of course you'd like to find out just how much prison inmates like sexual predators such as yourself?"</strong> Kayleigh threatened, smiling rather sweetly for the threat she issued and she leaned forward with a determined look in her stunning lavender eyes. <strong>"Do <em>you</em> understand <em>me</em>?"</strong><br><br>Kayleigh stood up and walked out of his office without another word. Whether or not he did Kayleigh could not bring herself to care. For months she had been putting up with his grubby offers of drugs and sex. Both of which she wanted nothing to do with. She was fed up with his leering looks that made her stomach churn and as it is right now she was hoping her threat to go to the police would keep him in line a while longer. But, it was that moment which brought forth a splitting pain in the side of her head which had her quickly hiding in the freezer to stabilize herself. She had gotten these pains before and it usually happened with some sort of memory as if something from a dream. <br><br><em>Long soft locks of hair as golden and pure as the sun itself flowed through the breeze in the woods. The scent of the Earth filled her senses as she walked bare footed through the beautiful forest. There was a sense of content and yet this odd sense of curiosity that flowed through her as she walked through the forest with a basket. Soft and beautiful sounds of humming came from her slender throat as she moved. <br><br>"I wonder, I wonder.." The young woman sang, her voice was an incredible sound to hear and through this memory she could hear the birds which seemed to respond to her voice. "I wonder why each little bird has someone to sing to... Sweet things to.. A gay little love melody?" Her voice carried to a strange yet handsome young man who was astride a rather dashing looking studly horse.</em><br><br>Kayleigh gasped as she gripped the rack nearest to her as the memory finally began to fade again. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were practically glowing a bright lavender until she finally was able to breathe easier. What were these memories she kept seeing? Who were these women? The questions had been something on her mind since she was a little girl. She had started to see these memories a very long time ago and none of them made much sense. But, it was something to ponder another time as she left the freezer to work. <br><br>For the rest of her shift, things were busy, but not chaotic. She could handle being one of two servers and by the time that midnight was fast approaching she looked a rough mess with her long black hair twisted into a messy bun with small strands escaped to drag along her neck and shoulders. She was fixing up the tables and making sure that they were neatly stocked which not every strung up waitress did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 23:03:01</strong>
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				Initially, Paul’s face soured as Kayleigh began her tirade; he wasn’t used to anyone he employed talking back to him, let alone a woman.&nbsp; As it became clear though that she wasn’t simply going to tolerate his sleazy advances or harassment, but was in fact turning the tables on the arrangement.&nbsp; It wasn’t exactly a secret around the area what kind of establishment Paul ran or the dirty dealings he was involved in, but the sheriff’s department was far and away, and had bigger fish to fry.&nbsp; That might change though with someone like Kayleigh stirring up trouble; she was liked well enough and judging even only by the authority she was now demonstrating in his office, would have no trouble at all getting a deputy or two down to cause trouble for Paul, or worse, have them asking questions about who his suppliers were and looking into his books.<br><br>Paul had been in prison before, and narrowly survived the experience by keeping his head low, but everything about Kayleigh’s voice and demeanor conveyed that if she really wanted, she could make his life a living hell if she so chose, even while she remained completely demure and polite.&nbsp; It was not the sort of position Paul was used to being in, but he had something resembling a hard-wired response to back down, roll-over, and knuckle-under.&nbsp; Only the fact that it was the woman who had been the subject of his perverted fantasies now doing this to him kept him in a state of shock, as his jaw hung loose on it’s hinge and he made an effort at a strangled, panicked noise which might have conveyed his assent.<br><br>“But . . . you . . .” He managed, after shaking his head a bit more clear, but when Kayleigh fixed him with those bright purpled hued eyes, he could only nod, and give a soft ‘yes’, before she walked out.&nbsp; Paul looked down to make sure he hadn’t done anything too cowardly during the experience and then immediately went to his desk drawer to light up a joint. His hands were shaking as he puffed away, hoping the noxious fumes would cloud his head enough to let him recover.&nbsp; He was in no condition to observe her momentary episode in the freezer and the only other workers at the tavern were taking advantage of the stunned silence lingering from Kayleigh’s outburst to get ahead on their orders and tables.<br><br>By the time the end of the night rolled around, just about everyone had left but Kayleigh, a few of the other waitresses giving more of a smile than usual as they bid goodnight.&nbsp; Paul made a quiet entrance out the back to his trailer, and it seemed for the moment that Kayleigh was left alone in the dimly lit tavern, safe for the staticky juke-box which still hummed quietly in the background.&nbsp; Burt’s appearance at the entrance to the back, looming in the door frame, just staring at Kayleigh in silence was not the smallest of shocks then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 23:42:15</strong>
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				Her presence could be commanding if she needed it to be. For months she had dealt with Pauls sleezy behavior and allowed him to continue, but tonight had been a night of firsts. Not only had she had silenced Burt and an obnoxious customer, but she had put Paul in his place. He deserved to be told and talked to like the low-life he was trying to swindle things out of women in the worst possible sense and doing things like taking advantage of people's weaknesses. She understood that those people were adults too and could make their own decisions, but it would have been made a lot harder for their bad habits to continue if people like Paul were not around. <br><br>The remaining atmosphere in the tavern that night was... nice. Customers were polite and cordial for once and she even made over $100 in tips for the night. Apparently it helped to show people that she was a self respecting young woman even if she had the kind of looks that could stop an army. <br><br>As the other waitresses trickled out for the night, Kayleigh enjoyed the quiet and even walked over to the staticky juke-box to turn on something that played quietly in the background. It was some peaceful slow romantic song by a female country singer and the song made her feel at peace for once in this dingy place. The music was powerful enough for her not to notice the sinister shadow hovering near the door frame which had yet to be locked up as she started to mop up the floor. The way that Kayleigh moved, with her long beautiful inky black locks trailing down her back and swaying above her bottom, she was like a fairy tale in real life. Which was oddly enough not at all untrue at this point even if she remained unaware of it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 00:58:48</strong>
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				Burt was anything but unaware of the way Kayleigh looked, with her long dark tresses, enchanting even as she went about something as mundane as mopping up the dark wood floors of the tavern.&nbsp; He had been cowed earlier, but in the time between her rejection of him had turned to humiliation and that was something his brutish nature couldn’t abide; he had built a reputation on being the meanest bully around, and a challenge to his authority, even coming from the lovely Kayleigh, wasn’t something that he could just let go of.&nbsp; The attraction he felt for her was twisted up now with his fear of losing what little respect he had, not to mention his job and his supply of drugs, and he felt left without recourse but to take out that anger on her; if not just to show everyone what it meant to cross him (as he had done so many times before to punk kids and rival bruisers) but to finally get what he was after with Kayleigh.<br><br>The first step of his heavy tread on the tavern floor elicited an all too audible squeak from the boards, as Burt moved towards her, leaving the front door to the tavern closed and locked behind him.&nbsp; Paul always locked up the rear door on his way out, and while Kayleigh had a set of keys for opening and closing up, Burt was unconcerned with where they might be at the moment.&nbsp; He wasn’t thinking clearly at all in fact; his eyes were hazed by tangled haze of instinct; self preservation and simple perversion drawing him towards Kayleigh like a magnet.&nbsp; Burt didn’t speak, he simply made a bee line towards her across the floor, pushing aside a set of chairs and table careless of the weight and not quite tipping them over, but clearly brooking no distractions or impediments as he closed the distance between them with a slow but determined pace.&nbsp; The bouncer’s eyes were beady in the low light, his jaw was set firmly, and his hands clenched and unclenched with obvious tension at his sides.<br><br>All the while, the slow, syrupy droning of the female country star in her song about a long lost love continued, the volume no longer enough to cover the noise of Burt’s blundering but determined advance.&nbsp; His lips parted just slightly, her name was on his whiskey laced breath (having mulled over all this with a bottle to himself) but he didn’t speak it aloud, and attached to his beltloop was the sheath for a hefty bowie knife which he used intermittently for whittling or menacing, though he made no motion towards it so far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 01:52:14</strong>
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				Slowly, Kayleigh became gradually aware of the other person who was there. The atmosphere quickly began to change as if the particles in the air could feel the anger he was projecting towards Kayleigh and the air around her was reaching out trying to warn her. That song on the juke box became.... There wasn't a word for the way it was suddenly starting to sound to her. Especially when she could start to hear the sound of his heavy footsteps that were hitting the ground as he began to approach her. That thudding sound as his feet hit the ground with each heavy step and Kayleigh's enchanting movements grew tense and stiff. She no longer appeared enchanting and rather carefree as she slowly turned her head around to see him. <br><br>Maybe it was a play of the shadows, but he looked more menacing now than she had ever seen him. The way the light hit his face made the plains of his face that much harder and angular looking that Kayleigh wanted to physically run away. She was smarter than that, though, and knew that there was nowhere to run to. That was made clear as he shoved aside chairs, and tables, the sound very loud in the tavern as they came clattering and crashing to the ground. <br><br><strong>"Burt.., please don't do this. You are better than this!! He's turned you into a monster!"</strong> Kayleigh's accent thickened as the fear in her grew and her voice rose a few levels as she continued to back up until her back was pressed firmly against the opposite wall as far from Burt as possible. But, Kayleigh did not stop there as she let go of the mop, leaving the floor a wet mess as she took off to the left of her. She dodged the rest of the tables, and chairs in her way and quickly threw herself into the kitchen. The doors couldn't be locked, but she knew of one that could be. She quickly grabbed the three heavy coats near the freezer door and bolted into the freezer. She tugged the key off of the outside and brought it inside with her, but she knew that wouldn't stop him. <br><br>Kayleigh was frantically looking for something as she pulled on two of the three coats with her heavy breaths coming out in misty puffs as she moaned in pain suddenly. Everything grew blurry for her and she stumbled backwards against the cold wall in the very back as splitting pain gripped her. She could see heat and flames. An entirely different world from this one; filled with sand and heat. Rich, and sultry thick scents filled her nose. Slowly, she began to sink onto the floor with her back against the wall as another past was trying to consume her again. <br><br>This time it was different. This time she could see through the eyes of whoever this was. She could <em>feel</em> the disgust welling inside of her as she tried to tug her arm free of an older man's grasp who was leering at her scantily dressed form. His grip hurt her arm to the point that she wondered if he was breaking her very bones as he jerked her body firmly into his and that disgust only grew more intensely. She felt the hatred in her as she felt her head tilt up as she looked up into the drawn features of a very thin and unattractive older man. His skin was a dark tan tone and he had this stringy beard that she wished to tug from the roots of his face. <br><br>Another choice in another lifetime that had led to much destruction. She could hear his threat and her gaze was drawn to another man. Handsome, young, and drowning in sand. She was given a choice; accept her place as this man's Queen or else watch him die. She had chosen to sacrifice herself and save the man she loved, but she had lost in both cases. It was the sudden sound of her own anguish scream that brought her back as her vision again faded though not in enough time to escape from seeing the man die... <br><br>Kayleigh gasped and jerked away, breathing heavily as she surveyed her surroundings. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 06:05:18</strong>
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				Burt's pursuit of Kayleigh carried him through tavern's furnishings, rather than around them, no doubt earning him a few bruises along the way, but he didn't care.&nbsp; He pounded after her arriving at the freezer just in time to see it close behind, eliciting a grumble of indignation as he looked around for the key.&nbsp; Not seeing it, and wholly unaware of her visions, he assumed she was simply screaming in protest or fear, which only served to strengthen his resolve.&nbsp; He quickly retrieved a pry bar from the back room, and set it to the door jam of the freezer, the metal teeth easily biting in to the rubber gasket which helped seal in the cold. With a grunt he threw his weight against it and the door started to be pulled off it's hinges, threatening to fall backward on to him.&nbsp; Stepping aside, he pushed on the bar from the other angle, managing to wedge it all the way inside now and allowing him to see in to where Kayleigh wore all three coats, panting against the cold and her sudden, unbidden spells of fancy.<br><br><strong>"I've tried being nice Kay, I should have just taken what I wanted from the beginning. Not let you humiliate me!" </strong>He shouted, but the sound was somewhat muffled through the wedge in the door.&nbsp; It wouldn't take more than a few more heavy pushes and readjusting of the crow bar to either break the hinges or the lock.&nbsp; It had never been built to withstand such punishment, and just like everything else Paul spent money on, was cheaper than it looked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 06:33:11</strong>
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				Kayleigh was trembling, but not from the cold that was seeping into her body. Those visions were haunting for her to witness. Some of them were happy and beautiful, but others were visions of darkness and despair. Each had different choices by different stunning women about the people around her. Most of them were Princesses of some sort, but there were a few who weren't royalty at all. At least from what she could gather from the visions and broken pieces of history. <br><br>The loud sudden sound of the door trying to come off of its cheap hinges brought Kayleigh back to the reality of her situation. She knew that this was it. Her legs couldn't support herself and the moment he got into that freezer he would block the exit. She had never been touched by a man before, but that was going to change in the most brutal of fashions that night. Would it hurt? Would she bear bruises or end up half dead by the time he was finished with her? Would he let Paul come in and touch her too? <br><br><strong>"Please, Burt, I'm begging you... Don't hurt me..,"</strong> she whispered. Her lavender eyes were full of a deeply rooted sadness that she was unaware of how or where it was coming from. What was this ache deep in her heart? Why did it feel like this had happened before and it was just going to be another brutal rape on top of some that had already happened? She cried out again as another wave of pain hit her mind and slowly she began to lose consciousness. <br><br><em>She was undoubtedly the most beautiful stunning woman in the Kingdom. She was their Princess, but things had not gone according to plans. From birth, the beautiful Aurora was doomed. Dark magic had cursed her and at the young age of 18 years old, she laid fast asleep in the highest tower of her parent's castle. The entire Kingdom was asleep and had been now for 2 years. At 16, she had fulfilled the curse by touching the spinning wheel which had drawn her like a flame to a moth. <br><br>This sleep was so very strange. She could feel, hear, and think. The only thing that she could not do was act. She wished dearly that Phillip would come. Why had he not come after 2 years? How could he have missed the opportunity to save her and the Kingdom? <br><br>What Aurora remained unaware of is that Phillip had become a slave. After a mere matter of months Maleficent had broken him and now used him as a toy; in more than one way. She had sought for an heir to her now dark Kingdom and Phillip had given into her. She was able to turn herself into beauties that rivaled Aurora and she twisted his love into a dark thing of lust and desire. Two years later and the evil witch had born a son. Phillip remained chained in the dungeon for Maleficents amusement when she wished to dally in such base activities like sex. <br><br>It was not her dear Phillip who had come for her. This man was darker and ruggedly handsome, but what Phillip might have respected this man did not. Tears had fallen from her shut eyes as the man had rutted her in her sleep. She heard the grunts of pleasure and felt the pain as he took her innocence. It was only 3 more years later before she awoke from his kiss which had been laced with a false spell given to the man by Maleficent. She had seen the chance to take the Kingdom and relished the thought of Aurora being made into this man's sex slave. <br><br>The most shocking part for her as she awoke was the handsome figure before her and the five month swollen belly which had torn her elegant dress.</em><br><br>Kayleigh finally awoke, and felt as though the memories would recede for now. But, she was beginning to understand a little. These... memories. They were her. In past lifetimes, and in different eras. Somehow, she was being brought back to life in different bodies and though they all shared the same soul.... She was Kayleigh. Not Aurora or Jasmine. But, they were her soul. The memory stirred something deep within her and she slowly stood up with her eyes beginning to glow. The fighting spirit in Jasmine combined with the hatred that had twisted Aurora reflected in her eyes as she stood. She looked ready to fight this time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 21:20:12</strong>
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				Burt was past caring about words or tears, though on some level he did register that Kayleigh was not in fact tearful.&nbsp; Nor did he notice the temporary change which came over her while the memories of Kayleigh’s past lives came flooding back, as the freezer door came off it’s hinges at the same time as she stood, eyes blazing with defiance and staring down the looming brute.&nbsp; The shudder that went through the floor and crash of the heavy freezer door coming down might have woken some of the tenants of the trailers around the bend, but whether they would come to investigate, or weren’t too stoned to hear it were two very different questions.&nbsp; Either way, Kayleigh clearly wasn’t looking for outside assistance, she’d spent too long relying on herself in this life anyway.<br><br>For his part, Burt was hardly looking for a fight, despite being armed now both with the crowbar in hand and the knife at his belt.&nbsp; The perverted sense of desperate lust which now consumed him simply wanted to feel Kayleigh in his hands, have her crushed against him, and not in the dank and stale air of the freezer either.&nbsp; He took one step in, switched the crowbar to his opposite hand and reached out towards her without anything resembling urgency, his large, pudgy hand grasping towards her neck and shoulders, and those dark silken locks which haunted his mind.&nbsp; Whatever her intentions might be to struggle, he knew his superior size and weight would win out in the end, or if he had to get his hands around her neck to keep her still, there was nothing that was going to stop Burt this time . . . <br><br>. . . and all the while the melancholy of the country singer’s voice sad ballad continued, till with a crackle and a pop, the juke box shorted out, only to come back on with a vengeance.<br><br>The speakers in the tavern gave a static hiss before humming to life once more, the volume and bass apparently having been cranked up by whatever quirk of fate had caused the short in the first place.&nbsp; All throughout the bar and into the kitchen and freezer resonated the gravelly voice of George Thorogood, while he and the Destroyers played their [html=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7VsoxT_FUY]iconic, hard rock anthem[/html].&nbsp; Not even half a measure into the song, the front door to the tavern burst open as the lock was kicked in and a pair of steel-toed, black combat boots made their way over the threshold.&nbsp; The man that followed was shaded by the dim overhead lighting of the tavern, all the more for the dark jacket and trousers he wore as he stalked past the overturned furniture, making his way to the freezer in short order though he appeared hardly to hurry at all.<br><br>His silhouette appeared behind Burt, at the entrance to the kitchen, filling the doorway with an imposing figure to rival the bouncer’s, but far more defined at the torso and waist.&nbsp; The man seemed to radiate a palpable aura of scornful supremacy, like a weight which settled over Kayleigh and Burt both in the midst of their struggle, bringing it to a momentary pause.&nbsp; It was impossible to see past Burt’s bulk to the man’s face, but glimpses of dark hair were visible as a hand settled on her attacker’s shoulder, covered by a black glove, apparently casual as a resonant baritone voice cut through the stillness.<br><br>“Release her.” The words were spoken with absolute authority, such that Burt’s grip instinctively slackened, but were uttered with an icy edge that did nothing to reassure that this man was in fact, a rescuer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 22:50:39</strong>
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				Kayleigh had a fierce determined look on her features as she watched Burt who said nothing as he broke through the door to the freezer. It was clear that he was not going to listen to her. But, even Kayleigh was past the point of caring whether or not he would stop. The look in her eyes was firmly irritated and even furious with Burt, though a great deal of this had to do with the history her souls had already had to endure. She appeared capable right now of pure murder as Burt treded closer to her. There was no way she could overwhelm him through brute strength, of course, and even just being quick on her feet was not going to be enough. It was going to help though as she allowed Burt to grasp her hair in his firm grip and even allowed him to bring her closer. <br><br>Her body pressed up against his and that fierce look of hatred in her eyes remained as she felt his body on hers. A cold sweat began to develop on her soft pale skin, but she did her best to ignore it as she allowed her hand to move and she curled her fingers around his knife. She used her body to try and distract him even as bile rose up in her throat as she firmly ground her breasts into his chest. <br><br>She grabbed his knife tighter and suddenly yanked it off of his belt from the sheath container before she screamed. The scream was more of an almost warrior call and it seemed to have three different voice tones to it as she suddenly drew the knife up and all the way across his side. Her past souls were more in control than Kayleigh was at the moment and she could hardly hear anything other than the sounds of their voices in her mind. The memories, and the pain. They had been through so much.. The choices had left them in situations which had ruined their lives. She could feel the coldness of Aurora's soul after having to bear that man children who she hated. The beautiful Princess with love, kindness, and compassion had been twisted into an abusive hateful mother. Jasmine... Jasmine had became something even sadder than that. Nothing, but a shell. At some point Jafar had broken her. Broken her body, her mind, and spirit to the point that Jasmine had not fought back and died shortly after Jafar had gained control of the Kingdom. <br><br><strong>"You will not touch her!!!"</strong> The voice that spoke was Jasmine. She didn't want this re-incarnation to be tortured as she had been. The brilliant enchanting beautiful lavender eyes of Kayleigh became dark brown eyes that were intense with sadness and pain. <br><br><strong>"A man like you deserves to have your dick removed.."</strong> Aurora hissed as bright beautiful blue-gray eyes took over and glowed with an eerie look of intense hate. <br><br>Slowly, the two souls receded and Kayleigh returned to her normal self as her lavender eyes looked up at Burt. She could feel the knife in her hand and felt something hot and sticky dripping down her fingers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 03:27:39</strong>
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				Burt let out a bellow of pain as Kayleigh left a gash across his ribs, a shocking contrast to the almost earnest assent he had felt from her a moment before.&nbsp; His hand had already been curling into her hair at at the back of her neck, but the sudden pain caused him to grasp at her shoulder instead, crushing around her collarbone like a vice.&nbsp; With his opposite hand, he instinctively swung the crowbar towards the knife, seeking to bat it out of her hands, and quite possibly causing some damage back against her lithesome fingers and wrists.&nbsp; The wound at his side prevented him from swinging his arm with full strength however, and he muttered a curse before throwing his weight against her and to one side, seeking to slam her bodily into the side of the freezer.<br><br>The pain had deafened him to the haunting tones which her Kayleigh had taken on, but his surprise at the strength and resolve she had mustered spurred him to respond in kind, bringing all of his considerable bulk to bear.&nbsp; The defiant outcry had not gone unnoticed by the interloper who even now had stopped Burt with but a few words and a steady hand on his shoulder.&nbsp; As Burt attempted to round on him though, that hand went from steady to a steely hold which trumped even the bouncer’s grip on Kayleigh.&nbsp; The strength behind that hand and fingers was almost inhuman as he stepped up and delivered a vicious elbow to the man’s lower back, causing intense pain to the overweight man, rippling up his spine as the mysterious figure simultaneously pulled back on Burt’s shoulder, forcing him to release Kayleigh, his grip on the crowbar, and more pain to erupt from the wound she had given him.&nbsp; Burt toppled backwards, on to the waiting shoulders of Kayleigh’s apparent protector, who flipped the bouncer head over heels to land with an audible thud across from the freezer, a good few yards away at the door to the hall and back rooms.<br><br>Burt landed on his head, had his knife wound considerably worsened and was clearly in a poor state of affairs.&nbsp; The man in front of Kayleigh by contrast was had turned with a surprising grace for so colossal a figure himself in the process of the throw which had left the bouncer stunned and near unconsciousness, and was presently kneeling with his back to her, reaching for the crowbar Burt had dropped.&nbsp; His hair was indeed very dark, and worn long, past the collar of his black leather jacket.&nbsp; As he rose, he didn’t spare a glance for her, and instead began stalking towards Burt with every intent of putting the man out of his misery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 04:20:39</strong>
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				The first real thing that Kayleigh felt was the pain of Burt reaching out and grasping a slender shoulder. Her scream pierced the air, though hoarse and unlike her charming voice when she spoke normally. She was heaving in each and every breath of air as it felt as though his grip had nearly broken her collarbone. That pain grew as he slammed her into the side of the freezer and Kayleigh gasped as pain radiated through her body. Her ribs felt tender and nearly verging on unbearable pain, but her attention was still able to be drawn elsewhere as she looked over at the man who had appeared. <br><br>Confusion came across her lavender gaze as she looked at him with confusion. Who was he and why was he defending her? Whatever she felt from him it wasn't some kind of tender or compassionate nature. And yet, nothing from inside of her was screaming out at her to defend against him either. That confusion quickly turned into shock from the sheer amount of strength he had as he tossed Burt rather much like a rag doll out of the freezer and across the room. Not a word came from her as she slowly straightened up, and hissed in a painful breath as she touched her side as she walked slowly out of the torn apart freezer. <br><br>Her eyes grew wide as she watched the massive dark haired man walk over to Burt and seemed all too ready to kill him. <strong>"Stop!"</strong> She cried out, her Irish accent growing thicker as she started to walk over to him. <strong>"He doesn't deserve to be killed. He is an addict and has been twisted into this monstrosity by the man who owns this place. Let him be."</strong> She demanded, a fierce look in her eyes, but it was not the same almost crazed haunted look from before. There was something compelling about her eyes as she looked at him and demanded that he not harm Burt even after what he had tried to do to her. <strong>"Who are you?"</strong> She asked, slowly looking away to take off the heavy coats and when she let them drop, pressing a hand to her side Kayleigh found blood staining her side. Something in the freezer had caught her skin through the layers and there was a heavy gash along her ribs. She was stronger than she felt as she walked over to a kitchen sink nearby. Tenderly she lifted her top, and exposed the wound. Each breath she took hurt rather terribly, but she had to at least clean the wound. <br><br>She was trembling slightly as she washed the wound carefully with the soap nearby and warm water. The blood was not stopping for the moment and she grabbed one of the very clean rags that Kayleigh herself had bought for the place and pressed two of them against the wound. Her eyes turned back towards the man, and a hopefully still alive Burt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 01:36:51</strong>
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				Kayleigh’s rescuer paused as she spoke, and there was the faintest undercurrent of annoyance that began to radiate from him in much the same way her own subtle aura of grace tended to affect people.&nbsp; He turned towards her, but did not set aside the crowbar, finally revealing his face to her.&nbsp; Hawkish, rugged features were illuminated by the overhead kitchen light, his hair wore long and combed past his ears, with the hint of equally dark shadow growing in along his sideburns.&nbsp; Gray blue eyes peered back at her deep set in his not-quite-handsome visage; there was a grimness to him that had nothing to do with the hint of dark circles beneath those eyes nor the traces of scarring past his cheekbone on the left side of his face.&nbsp; His skin had a deep color to it, the sort of richness that only came from long hours spent in unforgiving sun, but the lack of a more bronzed tone to it suggested he was naturally fair, much like herself.<br><br><strong>“You make it sound like I have two men to kill rather than just one.”</strong> He replied, with a shrug before he calmly marched over to where she began ministering to her wound by the sink, finally setting aside the heavy metal bar for the moment.&nbsp; Any appreciation he might have had for seeing her exposed without her top for the moment he kept to himself, as he removed his gloves to reveal strong and weathered hands which he used to tear up one of the fresh towels, tying it together into a bandage at one end, and using it to secure the others in place along with some of the paper variety.&nbsp; <strong>“I’ve got a kit in my car, you should let me take a look at that in some proper light.&nbsp; Put a weave on it.”</strong><br><br>His voice resonated with an authority, and a transatlantic accent seemed to suggest he, like her, wasn’t a native to the americas.&nbsp; Everything about the way he stood, spoke, and treated her screamed ‘military’, but he certainly didn’t look the part of a clean-cut, orderly soldier or officer.<br><br><strong>“Do you know who I am?”</strong> He asked, meeting her eyes again, his hands closing over hers to help put more steady pressure on her wound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 02:17:27</strong>
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				The man before her was not what she'd call a rich handsomeness like some men might be. His features... They were slightly worn. As if he had seen too many things in his life and they had left him with a haunting firm look in her features which might have otherwise been handsome. That haunted worn look was enough to make him appear more rugged than anything else. <br><br>Kayleigh found herself shocked a bit when he paused as she spoke and though he had a very different presence from anyone else she'd ever encountered it wasn't enough to scare her. The presence was powerful and almost overwhelming as she looked over at him while keeping pressure on her wound. The situation right now as it was did not promote any kind of atmosphere for attraction or even the small ability to admire what was before her. She had been attacked and on top of that she was still slightly reeling from the memories and being taken over by the two women that were as much a part of her as she herself was. <br><br>As he walked over to her, Kayleigh visibly stiffened as if expecting an attack, and she remained tense until the crow bar had been set down. Her muscles relaxed and a slightly more easy look came across her eyes as he began to wrap the torn towel around her make shift bandage. She cupped a hand across her ribs on that side and gasped as pain radiated through her side. <strong>"Fairly certain he broke at least one of my ribs too."</strong> She muttered, annoyance and pain in her voice as she slowly lowered her shirt back down despite the tear in the fabric. Her head jerked up to look at him with more annoyance at his arrogance. Though she'd be thankful for the help he acted as though he <em>knew</em> she would just come with him. <strong>"And what suggests that I am coming with you?"</strong> She asked, her tone guarded and tense. His voice was different like hers. It was clear that both of them had not grown up here or even were born here more than likely. But, more than that, it was the unsteady sensation of familiarity that shocked her when he put his hand over hers and asked her such a ridiculous question. <br><br><strong>"A strange man who apparently likes to barge into closed establishments and help women about to get raped?"</strong> She replied, watching his features carefully since it felt like deep down she should know who he was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>13-03-2016, 01:27:02</strong>
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				While Kayleigh was clearly in distress, the man looked up at her incredulously when she mentioned a broken rib.&nbsp; His hands squeezed gingerly up and down her side, feeling apparently for where she might particularly be in pain, but he did so without anything resembling bedside manner.&nbsp; "You'll be fine." He said, with equal parts assurance and skepticism, "You had a lot of broken ribs before? Know what they feel like, do you?"<br><br>Once her wound was bandaged as well as could be managed there in the kitchen, he rose and rinsed the blood from his hands, leaving the water running for her before he put his gloves back on.&nbsp; <strong>"If you have a compelling reason to stay here, you can tell me now.&nbsp; You already made it clear you don't want this man dead, which means when he comes to we'll have to sort that out.&nbsp; Or, you could get out of this backwater heap forever."</strong> Glancing back towards Burt, he gave a shrug, <strong>"Not that he's likely to bother anyone else again.&nbsp; He'll have a little more than just some cracked ribs when he comes to."</strong><br><br>Retrieving the crow bar, hefted it again feeling for the weight and gave it an experimental spin, handling the heavy piece of metal as if it were nothing more than a wiffle bat, and more, like someone familiar with swinging such a weapon.&nbsp; Stepping over the unconscious and bloodied bouncer gingerly, he looked back at Kayleigh and gave her a more thorough once over with those hard eyes.&nbsp; His features seemed to soften noticeably in that instant, as if he were transitioning from his previous 'all business' attitude of breaking bones as well as mending them.&nbsp; <strong>"You can call me Corey, and I do generally go where I please, but I don't usually help anyone except as an incidental to my being paid to hurt someone else."</strong> He spoke matter of factly, as if any moment he were about to produce a business card reading 'Professional Breaker of Objects and People', but instead he simply pointed at Kayleigh and continued, <strong>"You, are the other exception to that rule.&nbsp; I'm here to help you."</strong><br><br>Then, for the first time, he cracked a rather impish smirk, and years seemed to almost instantly melt away from his face. <strong>"Starting with robbing your boss blind." </strong>He said, before ducking around the corner with another flourish of the crowbar.&nbsp; Sounds from Burt's office quickly began to indicate that the man was making quite a wreck of things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a Bad Way . .  . [Gothic Raven &amp; ChaosLord29]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 22:16:16</strong>
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				Kayleigh gasped sharply when the man squeezed along her side and shut her eyes for a moment. The pain was intense, but she could breathe with enough ease that she had a feeling she had more likely very badly bruised ribs more than anything. She would be having problems breathing if there was a broken rib or at the very least she would want to scream whenever she would breathe. <strong>"I have never had a broken rib, no. But, considering the word broken, I think the pain is probably not enough for it to be that kind of condition."</strong> She replied dryly, sending the darkly handsome man an exasperated look as he finally stepped away from her after assisting with her bandages. <br><br>There was something about this man that she couldn't quite put a finger on, but she knew that she felt drawn to him. Enough so that Kayleigh was having problems taking her eyes off of him as he finished cleaning off his hands and retrieving the crow bar. She was washing off her own slender hands when he asked her to provide him with a compelling reason to stay here if she so desired. Kayleigh could feel enough shock ripple through her that she suddenly stopped washing her hands and looked over at him. Her slender brows were drawn together as she stared at him. <strong>"Where else am I to go? I came here for a reason."</strong> She explained, looking away from him as she finished washing off her hands. Once she had dried her slender hands off Kayleigh turned to him again and it was just in time to see that look of his go from hardened bone breaking mysterious guy to a rather softer look as his eyes seemed to draw over her. <br><br>That look was enough to give her body a strange heated sensation which brought a small blush across her cheeks before Kayleigh turned her head to the side trying to hide that heated look across her cheeks. His introduction left her with more questions than she had any answers to and it was that alone which had her following after him. <strong>"Please wait just a moment.., you come into this place and save me from Burt. Now you are standing here going through my bosses things and telling me I am your exception to your own personal standards or rules?"</strong> There was a clear tone of frustration and that emotion was coming across in her eyes as she moved forward without much fear to grab one of his arms. The movement brought her decidedly closer to his body and though she was a fairly tall young woman he was still taller than her enough to make her tilt her head back to look up at him. <br><br><strong>"Why am I the exception for you? Who are you and why are you here? You looked at me just then with a softer look as if you know me and yet I've never met you before."</strong> The determined look in Kayleighs lavender eyes made it quite clear that she was not going to allow him to just brush her off. 
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