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Tweak says, "I pity da foo!"

gogo_gadget (gogo_gadget) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-09-20 20:40:00

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miles, poe

Week Fifteen: Friday Night

What: Miles takes a trip to the Palace, what's going to happen?
Who: Miles and Poe (Bear later on)
Where: The Palace
When: Friday Evening, right at about sunset
Rating: PG-13 for language and adult situation

Miles' head was spinning. It was now or never on his decision of whether or not he was going to The Palace. He got up from the table they were sitting at, glancing nervously down at Bear as he stood.

"Um.. I think I'm going to go ahead and go. I have a bit of a headache and I've read all I can on the computer technology books," he said trying to casually spin an excuse.

Bear was so wrapped up in what he was currently doing: read his book, pet Tank the cat, turn the page, repeat; that all Miles received was an absent-minded grunt for a response.

Miles quietly walked out of the library and towards the white horse tied up outside. After two tries he finally mounted Snow and directed the horse towards The Sundance apartments. He wanted to pick up the trinkets he made earlier that week that were to be used as payment, and he also wanted to make sure he left Bear a note regarding his whereabouts. He suspected that the relatively peaceful man wasn't going to be to pleased once he learned where he had gone off to, but Miles needed to do this.

After he wrote his note and left it on Bear's pillow, Miles took a deep breath and replayed his reasons for doing what he was about to do over again in his head as he mounted Snow and rode towards The Palace. It'll be a year come June. I have been reveling in self pity ever since I first found out Michelle was sick. It's time I move on from the pain. She wouldn't want me to be hurt so much, she never did. If I can do this, I'll be free of my guilt and be able to try something with Kestral. Bear has Ruby now, and I need to stay out of their way. I need to be able to hold myself up from now on. I need to do this.

He finished his justification just has he reached the pink house. He tied up Snow, and walked up the steps in determined strides. He was feeling good about this decision. That is, until he opened the door and walked inside...

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_ravenous_
2009-09-21 06:27 am UTC (link)

One leg over the other- one hand trailing down the stomach for a suggestive touch- one hand high on the pole- then a rather complicated little spin and lift that put Poe's feet above her head- Poe letherself slide, headfirst to the ground, crawling towards one particularly disgusting looking man in a plaid shirt. He'd given the Palace a box of twelve AA batteries for tonight's entertainment. With some of the things that the girls here had to power, batteries could geta man quite a few jollies... and Poe had been the lucky one on stage when the man walked in. Thank goodness her music would only be playing for another minute or two... she wouldn't be the one that took this deuche-bag to a bed in the back and made sure he got all dozen batteries worth of his fun and games.

With another couple flips and turns, some grinding and smirks out at the disgusting bit of a man, Poe lept of the stage and ended her routine with a nice sit in the sicko's lap and a trail of her tongue from his unshaven cheek to his unwashed ear. It left the taste of filth in her mouth and she grimaced as she got up, pulled a robe over one of her many leather ensembles and went to find the hardest bottle of moonshine they had available. With her heels hooked on the rung beneath her chosen barstool, Poe uncorked and chugged before taking a long, hard lok around the lounge. There weren't many of the regulars here- only three of the most valued customers were at their regular seats in front. The rest of the scumbags in the place were new faces, most of which looked like the type to pull an all-nighter at a strip joint. But there was a skinny little thing that had just peeked his head around the door, that looked like a choir boy that had just learned about all the more shady places around the corner from the church. The look on his face read shock, uncertainty, and possibly even some physical sickness.

The man looked like he'd never stepped foot on the wrong side of the tracks in his life... Wasn't Sasha just the lucky one? The night that she went back to work, the first night she'd dared to put her hooker hells back on, an innocent walked into the Palace with a scared-as-hell look on his face. The poor thing had been terrified of going back out on the floor tonight. And now the easiest hunk of prey to kill was wandering willingly into the den of the Pussy Posse. Poe let out a piercing whistle and shot a hard gaze at the man when Sasha peered over at her. The girl had the audacity to arch an eyebrow at her when she caught a glance at him, then proceeded to stalk over to her, worry in her eyes.

"Poe, what if he's insane? He looks harmless enough but I don't kn- I don'- I can't do this..." Poe rolled her eyes and pinched the top of the girl's ear.

"Sasha, if anything, that man's gonna freak out, turn you down, and go running out the door. He's not going to do anything to you. Now get your ass over there and try to get the innocent's dick out of his pants." With a shove, poe sent the girl stumbling over to the man that was now standing just inside the door. She'd watch carefully, just in case, but she highly doubted that this man's fear would even let him get it up.

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gogo_gadget
2009-09-21 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Miles had been scanning the room and trying to get a feel for the atmosphere when a ear piercing whistle echoed pulsated through out the area, making jump slightly. That's when he looked up and noticed a petite blond conversing with a taller, menacing looking brunette. They both appeared to be speaking about him judging by their body language and eye movements. Then he watched the curvier one shove the blond in his direction and he decided this is it, make or break time.

As she walked "seductively" over in his way, Miles noticed the color of her eyes. Blue, and not just any kind of blue, but her Blue. oh no.

"Hey there sugah, you looking for a good time tonight?" her breath wasn't the best, but she batted her eyes and swayed her hips. Miles took a gulp and decided against speaking, knowing his voice would betray him, so he just shook his head and took her hand.

She lead him down a red lit hall way, and into what he assumed was her quarters. "Take a seat sugah." She instructed, as she closed the door behind them. Miles' nerves were really beginning to set in, and he nearly tripped on one of the bed's legs trying to walk around it to sit on the side of it. "Whoa, you alright there, honey?" the woman eyed him suspiciously.

"Ye..yeah. I'm fine."

"Now, about payment, sweets..." Miles was able to fumble through his side bag and retrieve one of his trinkets from his it before she finished her sentence. "Oh! It's so cute! What does it do?" Miles wound up the side mechanism and set the "toy" on the table that was next to the bed. The bunny that he had made from spare computer parts and other "junk" then began to hop across the surface of the table. "Wow! That is so cool! Okay, you're good!" Without warning, she blond stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Miles' body and began to kiss him full on the lips. Miles was in no way prepared for this, and nearly jumped back if she wasn't holding on to him. "Just relax sweets, I won't bite," the woman whispered against his lips. Miles tried to relax; wanted nothing more than to relax, but his mind, his body, everything just wouldn't let him. This isn't right. What am I doing? Stop this you fool! What about Michelle? Kestral? Get up right now!

Miles pried the woman's arms off of him and stood up abruptly. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. Keep the rabbit. I... I gotta go."

With that he clutched his bag and left the room, maneuvering his way back to the front door, his head filled with so many thoughts that he was no longer paying attention to anything or anyone around him.

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_ravenous_
2009-09-21 11:55 pm UTC (link)

I knew it... Poe smirked when she heard the frantic footsteps coming down the back hall. he'd lasted all of two minutes and now he couldn't even stand to walk calmly out of the building. Poe set her drink down so hard she was sure every head in the room turned ot gawk at her- not that she minded. She was used to people giving her nasty looks. It happened anytime she did something unexpected, such as now. The heads that had turned at the slam of glass on wood foloowed the sound of her heels on the worn wooden floor. She positioned herself to intercept the man as he came bursting out of the hall and steel herself for the impact as he came rushing around the corner.

He was roughly her height in her heels, probsbly six foot one or two in his flat feet. He was a twig, that was for sure... he didn't look like he'd ever done much physical labor in his life and had probably never injured a man with his own two hands. Hell, he'd probably never thrown a punch, much less done any dammage. So, even if he had a good twenty pounds on her, Poe was able to stop his blind running with one good shove to the chest. The little weakling fell strait onto his backside but didn't seem to notice that he wasn't running anymore. He didn't seem to notice anything that was going on around him- like he was trapped in his head. He was shaking slightly, almost as if he was in shock... Poe smirked. He really was an innocent if just being in a brothel put him into a condition like this.

With her hands on her hips, Poe towered above the man on the floor, her souless eyes locked on his trembling form. She took note of the way his hand clutched at his bag like a lifeline and the smirk on her face widened.

"¿Pobresito, perdido es usted? ¿Es usted daños? Levántese le poca mierda." Poe's voice was heavy with sarcasm, so low and quiet that the men staring from the room behind her couldn't hear, but the coward on the floor sure as hell could. "Get up, junior. This isn't your place. Go apologize to the girl you just fucked over, then get your weak little ass out of here."

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gogo_gadget
2009-09-22 01:14 am UTC (link)

Miles was so caught up in his thoughts of guilt that he barely noticed that he had hit the ground at all, that is until he heard the flowing Spanish coming from a female voice towering above him. Poor baby boy? Lost? Hurt? Little shit? What in the world... why am I being told all this? Miles was more than ready to answer the woman in what appeared to be in her native tongue when she came back with a very English response.

Looking up at the woman before him for the first actual time, he recognized her from earlier. The brunette that was at the bar and shoved the smaller blond at him. He cleared his throat, and proceeded to pick himself up off of the floor, doing his best to try and ignore the staring eyes around him.

"Excúseme falta, pero pagué a esa mujer joven. Tan si usted satisfaría... I will be on my way if you don't mind." He tried to pry his way past the woman with the cold black eyes as his guilty thoughts poured back into his mind. This time they seemed to be ina any and all languages.

"What were you thinking? How could you just betray her like that? ¡Muchacho estúpido estúpido! ¡Ella nunca habría hecho eso a usted! Così, perché persino avete pensato a fare quello a lei? What's wrong with you? Batard! Connard! Dummes Arschloch!" Miles had no idea that his "thoughts" were being said allowed in a semi incoherent mumble as he walked a slow but determined pace to the front door. He was speaking in everything, English, Spanish, French, Italian and German. Everything just kind of blending together to bust his conscious and his eyes began to glaze over with tears before he even realized what was going on.

"Micaela era todo. Kestral es hermoso. ¿Cómo podría usted pensar en hacer esto a ellos? ¡Idiota! How can I forgive myself now? How would she ever..." Miles kept his babbling going, again, not paying attention to everything around him or even the fact that he was thinking out loud.

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_ravenous_
2009-10-08 05:55 pm UTC (link)

Poe got about as far as 'I paid that woman' before the shock hit her. One, he was speaking her language. He didn't look hispanic... then he started babbling in too many languages for her to catch onto and she had to take a step back. The flashback in her head were so strong that her knees started trembling. The spanish in that jumbled mix of words was so grief stricken that Marica's face shot forward in her mind and she had to hold onto the wall for a moment. She knew exactly what this young man had come to the Palace. He was looking to chase his ghosts away... someone he loved had been lost to him... taken from him by more than the virus. Only something unthinkable could leave that kind of mark on a man. Poe knew. She had lived it. She'd had the same idea. The idea that finding something else could erase the pain... But she'd found it didn't work. She'd walked up onto that stage and kissed Reina, only to collapse in a sobbing heap in the alleyway afterwards. He was having his own version of the same breakdown.

Coming to her senses, Poe grabbed the man's wrist as he tried to get around her and began dragging him back down the hall. He room was empty and him running out of the Palace wouldn't help him. Dear God, she was actually taking pity on the man...

"Venido aquí. Shh… será aceptable, apenas me sigue." Trembling slightly, Poe pushed him through her door, locked it behind her, and pushed him gently towards the bed. Her hands shook as she went to her cabinet and pulled a bottle of vodka from the back of the shelf. She took a swig strait from the bottle then held it out for the man. He needed it about as much as she did.

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gogo_gadget
2009-10-09 01:24 am UTC (link)

It wasn't until he was sitting down that the image of Michelle finally left eyes, and he saw the room before him. How did I get here? Looking around the room he noticed the taller brunette holding out a bottle towards him. From the smell of it, it was a bottle of vodka. Miles almost cracked a smile. He hadn't drank in years, and he hadn't drank vodka probably since the birthday party that his college buddies threw for him, the one where Michelle first officially asked him out; gave him his first real kiss.

He took the bottle from the the unfamiliar woman out of courtesy more than necessity, but he did take a gulp of it after a long stare at the clear liquid, seeing images from that night in the glass and wanting nothing more than to have them stop, if just for a short while he drank it.

He glanced around the room, smelling a kind of spice in the air, and briefly wondering where it was coming from. Around the room he noticed that the walls were covered in various fabrics in shades of reds, and black, and there were a few inscents burning on a small end table in the corner while a sheen fabric covered lamp pulled the room's red-relaxing aura together. The various other furniture in the room were in the corner of Miles' eyes, including the book shelf/cabinet that the woman grabbed the liquor from. Miles had no idea why she brought him there, especially after the attitude she had just taken with him earlier. The silence was begging to get him, but what was he to say? He kept his eyes on the floor, and twiddled the bottle between his fingers; mentally fighting with himself to keep his memories out. Still being in a place that he knew she wouldn't approve was not helping his situation. He decided that speaking in Spanish would be easier for him to communicate with her, than English. With English, anyone would be able to understand, and with Spanish, Miles would be less embarrassed.

"Why did you bring me back here? I thought this wasn't my place?...I don't want anything, if that's what you're thinking. I... I just want to leave. I shouldn't have come here." The last part he whispered more to himself than anything.

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_ravenous_
2009-11-10 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Poe took the bottle from him long enough to poor herself a glass, then shoved back into his trembling hands. With her glass, she wandered to the wall face=ing him, letting her back slide down the mirror until her ass found the cold wooden floor. He looked like he was suffering. And she knew exactly how he felt... not that he'd believe her. After all, she was a stripper, a whore that lived on the bottom-most rung of the social ladder. She was scum.... who could she have ever lost? Who could have ever loved her enough to cause the same kinds of ghost images that were flickering behind his eyes? Downing her entire glass in one gulp and wincing as the liquid scalded it's way down her throat, Poe lifted her cold black eyes to make eye-contact when the man spoke to her. He was using her native tongue again- something she'd missed without realizing it. Sure, she spoke it all the time. But not many people in Sundance knew enough Spanish to hold a decent conversation. it was music to her ears. Music that abruptly changed tone when he said he needed to leave. A fire burst to fruition inside Poe's chest as he said he needed to leave. He wanted to run- she could understand that. But that wouldn't help him in the slightest.

"You want to run? To bad, boy. That's just too damn bad. Did she run away? Did she turn her back on you? You can't run. You want to but you can't. If you run now, you'll run forever and she doesn't want you to run... She want's you to live..." Poe stood and walked to where she was standing over the man. She took his chin roughly in her fingers and jerked his eyes up to hers. "As of right now, you're done running. You came here for a reason. You may not want something from me... or from any of the other girls in the building. But you do want something. From yourself. Now you're going to be a man and tell me, tell yourself exactly what that is so I can help..." She stood there, her anger burning coldly in her eyes and her fingers firm on his chin. So help her, she wasn't going to let another human being deal with the pain she had carried for so long. She enjoyed causing physical pain... but the pain she saw in his eyes was the kind of pain she had sworn she would never feel or cause, ever again.

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