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Post by Buster Fleetwood on Aug 27, 2022 3:48:57 GMT
Fuck. The damnest thing about being hungover was you could be dead. Any second a set of dead teeth could come mashing into your hazy vision and end you. But it was fun. Closet thing to a thrill Buster had seen in a while. He lay there, arm dangling messily over the edge of the dusty dining room table. A bottle still limply clasped in his boney hand. His eyes were hollow and vacant and he stared out at the front lawn. There were teeth out there. Roaming, biting, nasty, nipping; fucking things and their dead eyes fell on his from time tim time. They seemed to make eye contact as if to say "I see you motherfucker, and you look edible."
Buster rolled over on the table and laid on his left shoulder. His eyes never really left the dead thing's eyes. The dead thing's eyes shifted and bounced. But they always seemed to find a way to lock with his gaze. Seemingly at random. Buster had been here two days. Trapped like a rat. He sat completely up and hopped off the table with a sort of drunken grace. Nearly loosing his balance and throwing up what little he had on his stomach into the ainent carpet. He whipped his mouth with the sleeve of his equally anient club jacket. The words "Fool's Dice Club" scrolled across the back in fire. Below it the image of a grim reaper rolling dice. The patches held. Even after everything he still wore his club jacket. Buster was a gangster and a thug before all this. A con man, legbreaker with a pension for bad choices and risky intentions. He didn't make good choices now either.
He stared drunkenly and angrily at the fucks outside, but in particular the one dead motherfucker who kept eying him as if to say "Stay in there as long as you like. I get hungry too but i can wait a lot longer than you can." No food. No fucking sleep. Only the nightmares and the headaches to keep him company and Melvin. "Melvin" was the name embroidered on the dead asshole's work uniform. Melvin looked Buster in the eye again as he almost just as drunkenly stumbling a bit closer towards Buster's makeshift prison for the last couple of days.
Buster's hawk like features grew momentarily serious, then a grin spread across his face like a wicked cancer. "Melvin. You should have a drink. It's on me, since we're such good pals and all." Without thinking about it a moment longer Buster burst through the front room window and landed out on the lawn in a shower of glass, regret, and desperation. He was still grinning as three dozen faces turned in his direction. He still had the bottle in his hand. His grasp was not limp now. His knuckles were white with the force of his hold on the neck of the bottle.
The first thing he did was break the bottle of Jack Daniels over Melvin's head. He used the jagged neck to repeatedly stab into Melvins eye until his once white knuckles were soaking in crimson. "CAN'T FUCKING STARE AT ME NOW ASSHOLE!" Buster shouted triumphantly. He was delious and hungry and out of gas. He was breathing hard and only vaguley aware that the rest of the dead were circling in on him. He needed his pills. He needed sleep. He needed his head to stop hurting. But mostly he needed Melvin to stop staring at him. tagged: x || word count: x || notes: x |
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Post by Tabitha Milton on Aug 27, 2022 20:30:07 GMT
@/tagged user### wordsoutfit [attr="class","notperfect"]made by remi of adox [attr="class","not perfect"]Hours, minutes or maybe it had been weeks to months. Any sense of time had stopped for the once proud queen of gutter rats. Really it wasnt clear in her mind when it had stopped nor did she want it to be. Waking up her head was buzzing and pounding. The automatic lights in the hallways had kicked on to resemble it was daylight. A beeping of an alarm screamed in her brain and felt like razor blades cutting through it. Roughly her hand would slam down on the snooze. Sitting up she wasnt greeted by some run down ghost home. Instead it was a clean safe environment with white walls that she wanted to set ablaze most days.
Truthfully she had lost everything so she had lost herself. Her mind was on the list as she moved to the bathroom. Getting a shower she would pull on clothing. it wasnt some jumbled rugged outfit but one of what would seem to be royalty in this world. Finishing of her makeup routine everything was flawless from with eyeliner to the stilettos laced up her bare legs. She would move to a table in her quarters and start her day with several lines of a white powdery substance. Feeling the instant buzz and hit her brain it made everything feel better. Finally a smile crept on her painted lips. A motion alarm tied to her watch would go off and she moved to the chow hall.
A meal needed to be prepped. one very special meal for the only ray of sunshine in her life. As she was gathering what in her minds was a good meal for a human toddler. Beyond the have would be chunks of human flesh in a metal tray. Humming with a smile on her face she would head down to the dog kennel area. In the back groans and low growls would be heard. Coming around the corner what she saw was a handsome smiling vision. Somewhere in her snapped mind she could not accept that her son had indeed passed. What was in front of her was a ghoul by any standard. "Good morning little prince. I have your breakfast." Sliding it under the door the vision in her mind as a laughing happy child. When in reality the small beast was hunched over food. Growling as he chewed and crunched bones. "Mommy needs to run out to the store. You'll be a good boy right little man?"
Lulu asked as she smiled at the gruesome scene before her. "Yes mommy." The sweet angel voice was in her mind and she would turn away. Moving through the bunker she would strap on knives would her bare thighs. Holsters strapped over tight jeans that hugged the curves on her hips. Pulling a leather jacket over the tight crop top. The back read Fools Dice Club and beneath the word Queen. The Leather was red as she had insisted on standing out. What the queen wanted the queen would get. As she strapped on gun holsters she would pick up a worn baseball bat. That's when she would head out into the day sky. This was a hunting trip to make sure her growing son would have food.
Since that day she had taken many innocent survivors and turned them into a slaughtered side of beef. Truly she had snapped in her sense of denial. As she walked streets she was raiding houses for anything useful. Though after some time a commotion outside a home had made quiet the noise. If this was a survivor then she needed to take the scared dear home somewhere safe. Pulling some fireworks out of a satchel on her hip she lit them and tossed them to lure the biters. Next into the center she would pull the pin and toss a canister. Smoke would escape and surround the person who had been fighting the dead. A gas mask had covered lulus mouth and she moved through the smoke like a phantom. Coming up behind the man she would swing the bat and it would strike his upper back.
The body fell limp and she would grab the arms. Dragging through the smoke the body scraped the ground. Luckily she didn't notice the strain of tossing him into the cage that had been welded to the back of the truck. Lulu didn't even stop to identify the man before locking a chain through the bars. Getting into the vehicle after loading her looted items. She headed back to the bunker. Pulling into the garage bay as it got dark the auto lights came on. When the engine cut off she would inhale some powder off the center console. Getting out of the truck she picked up a cattle prod. Whomever was in the back had thrown quite a fuss on the way back home. Flipping it on she moved around to the cage door. "How about we act like gentleman." She would speak to the man in the shadows.
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Post by Buster Fleetwood on Aug 27, 2022 22:27:51 GMT
Buster couldn't really identify the woman by sight or sound. His ears were ringing. He couldn't tell iff the bangs he had heard were gunshots or the truck backfiring, he only knew that his headache was pounding at the door and the hinges were squealing. It wouldn't be long before the door collapsed. And wouldn't that be fun?
"Gentlemen? You got a set of balls I don't know about?" He asked. It was his usual snarky comeback, maybe with a little less zing on it than he wanted but he was tired. He didn't have the energy to push buttons, even though he was a button pushing gold medalist. He looked at her, or rather them. There were three of them swiming and dancing, refusing to sit still for even a single fucking second. Blood trickled out of his right ear and from the corner of his mouth. A thank you present from the tree his head hit on the way unconsiouness.
"Lady. I don't mind telling you i have had one seriously fucked up, very bad, not so nice day. If you piss me off you're going to have a seriously fucked up very bad, not so nice life. Now open the fuck..." Buster's face was baked in shadow. He lingered just at the edge of the darkness, where the light danced and teased, but never crossed. The lover half of his face was illuminated by this light. The rest of his face was a movie bad guy with that oh so convienent darkness obscuring his features.
"Lulu?" He asked quietly. When the three women decided to finally merge and become one, and the room stopped pierouetting around like the world's laziest flume ride, Buster could see.... High heel pumps. They were designer, but that wasn't it. As his eyes moved up her form he saw the tight winding curves. The legs that refused to quit. It was the hands on the hip with the french tip nails on it that made him think Lulu. In the olden days she always cherished vainity, but the french tips were something she wore because she knew he liked it.
There were toys in his attic and the cobwebs hadn't completely cleared but suddenly he was drawn back into yesterday with the force of a tidal wave. Emotions and things he never thought he'd have to deal with again were not just tugging at his heart strings but ripping them apart. He was almost afraid to allow his eyes to find her face, but when they settled there he stared quietly. Still hiding his own face. His mouth hung open stupidly and the only thing he could do was stare.
No. It can't be real. He had been fooled before. Sometimes he saw things that weren't there. Sometimes his head played jokes on him. Sometimes he wanted someone, anyone to talk to but they weren't there. Just like Johnny wasn't here. Just like Chelsea Dunleavy wasn't there. Or his dad or any other number of nobodies from his past, who had played bit parts in his hallucinations over the last few months. Buster rubbed his eyes like a sleepy child who just had a bad dream and she still was there.
Buster licked at his lips absent mindedly. Knowing that this was just another case of 'sorry we're not actually alive right now, but if you leave a message with the bad trip at the beep we'll be sure to get back to you just as soon as you join us in hell.' and simply not caring. "It's good to see you Lu..." Buster leaned foreward and grasped the bars of the cage. He placed his face between two of them and peered out at her like a sad orphan with no place to go. His eyes were doleful and honest. It was the first hallucination he had had in awhile that he didn't want to violently cast away.
Before the reunion could become heartfelt Buster's eyes began to twitch. They rolled back to whites and stared at the back of his head from the inside. Buster had begun to convulse. Dehydration and simply not taking very good care of himself had taken it's toll. Buster began to seize. His pointed boots did a jittering tapdance in the truck bed and his flailing write banged hard against a metal surface leaving an almost instant deep bruise.
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Post by Tabitha Milton on Aug 27, 2022 23:25:41 GMT
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This had become the new normal and honestly her mind didn't even stop her anymore. She slept just as well in a strung out drug binges. Her mind having faint glimpses of her lover johnny and their son before the world took a massive shit. There were other mixed memories of the boys here and there but mainly one. Benny boy or as most every called him Buster. He was one of the original guys brought into the club and had been one of her closer friends. Though sometimes there always felt like more between the lines of the 'harmless' flirting. Lulu owed her fabulous life to Johnny and she did love him. The two had gotten together as teens and she had changed a lot over that time.
Her perfectly painted nails moved from her hip to raise the cattle prod and she would push the button. The sound of zapping was heard but then she turned her attention to the voice. Something about the snark and tone. her gaze moved to the man as he said her name. it was faint enough she question if she had heard it. Quirking her eyebrow she would zap the cattle prod again. "How do you know my name? Who sent you?" She spoke in a cold snappy tone. Her drug fueled mind was racing several miles a minute. As the guys face started to appear she wasnt sure if she was seeing things. As far as she knew all the fools beside her were dead.
Really she planned to spend the rest of her life alone. However long that may have been with the rate her drug consumption had raised. No one around to keep her in check and have her moderate had seen the binges getting longer and longer. As the face came up to the bar she had t blink a few times to be sure she was seeing this correctly. "Benny boy...aren't you a sight for sore eyes." A real smiled crept on her lips as she moved to unlock the chain. Though the happy moments had just faded as she watched him go down. Quickly she scrambled to get the cage unlocked and she would climb in.
Rolling him on his side she held his head in her lap while she waited for the convulsing to end. "Come on baby don't die on me. I Just got you back. You are to tough to die you bastard." Lulu spoke as her fingers moved through dirty hair. When he would settle down she would move to the med wing and grab a bed. When she return she drug him into it and rolled him back. There she would somehow manage to get a iv going even with shaky hands. Who knows what he had been through to get to this point and a baseball bat to the head surely didn't help. Who even knew if he was on his psych meds so she went ahead and drew up a shot of the drugs and put them into his iv.
From there she would just sit and wait as she kept hold of his hand. Really she was hoping there was no permanent damage. If he did die and turn then maybe she would get a surprise when he ripped her throat out. IT would give her peace of her mind but for now she let go of his hand. Pulling out a vial of white powder she would inhale more. Sitting back she would inhale deeply as the rush hit her again. Closing her eyes for just a moment she hoped but soon she would lightly doze off. The low beep of a heart monitor in the back ground
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Post by Buster Fleetwood on Aug 28, 2022 5:07:24 GMT
"Why do you go home with a different girl every night?" Mouse had said, leaning against the bar. His broad rippling muscles were barely contained in a dirty white t-shirt smeared with grease. His long hair fell in his eyes, but they danced with genuine curiosity at the question he posed to his brother. In the background there was mingled laughter and shouts. The sound of ZZ top on the juke box and the metalic snick of billards balls clicking together and rushing across the felt.
Buster smiled, looked down and ashed out his joint in the ashtray. A sly chuckly made his slender shoulders heave as he reached in his jacket and pulled out his smokes. Putting one between his his gray blue eyes rushed around the room. "Why do you go home with the same one every night?" Buster shot back. "No I'm serious man. Don't you want to slip a Queen's jacket on the right woman? Have something dependable. Someone who's got your back when you're in the shit?"
Buster was still smiling but his eyes fell on Lulu behind the bar. She was talking to Marco and Doc. Probably chewing them out for fucking up the buy in Kalamazoo. There was no honesty in that smile anymore. Now he was hiding. Tapping the filter of his cigarette on the bar with his eyes still on Lulu he had to force himself to look back at Mouse. The smile was still there. Rock solid and it seemed sure. "Fuck ya mother, motherfucker." Buster said still smiling. His thick Brooklyn accent came out thicker when he was agitated. "I like my life. You see any fucking tears over hea? I'll take the fucking mystery door every time." Mouse shook his head.
He didn't notice Buster's eye wander back to Lulu. The way her skin seemed to gleam in the bar lights. Her hair and make up and nails were perfectly done, but he didn't give a shit about that. He didn't give a shit about the $2,600 prada bag sitting next to her. The right woman. A Queen. Buster thought. His thoughts were broken up when Johnny strolled in and took Lulu into his arms. Kissing her the way a man dying of thirst takes a sip of water. Buster sighed and pushed off the stool. "I'm going to take a piss." Buster said with a groan. As if that was some ancient words of power and that ended the conversation verbatum.
Mouse, too drunk to noticed laughed, raised his beer and drank; before springing to his feet and running over to clap Silver Shadow on the back. Shawn who was hazing the prospects and Mouse wanted in on the fun. Buster didn't even cast a look over his shoulder. He pushed into the men's room and was thankful to find it empty. Lulu ran a nice club. She kept the boys in check, but boys will be boys. There was white powder on the backs of the toilet lids. There were cracks in the bathroom mirror where fights had broken out. The light flickered because everyone was usually too drunk to fucking change it. Home sweet hell.
Buster stopped in front of the mirror. He could see the clench in his jaw. He could see the pulsing vein rising in his neck. His fucking fists were clinched and his teeth ached in his skull because they were mercilessly grinding togetgehr. Taking a tentitive step Forward Buster looked deeper into his reflection. As he moved closer the tension faded from his features. The mirror was caked in grease and dried blood, but this was normal. It was Tuesday afterall. Blood dripped from the corner of his hairline. A thin line at first and then gushes of it painting his skin on that side of his face. Before his eyes the skin peeled and rotted there.
Clumps of it fell on the floor at his feet. Splatting coldly and becoming just another stain on the tile. Bone, grey and decayed poked out of his cheek as the skin that shielded it melted away. Buster watched in horror as his hands reached up to push the skin back to it's place. It slid through his fingers and hit the floor with another plop. Behind him was a man. He wore a gray uniform with Detroit High stensiled across the back. It was a janitor's uniform. A heavy set of keys hung from his belt. The more keys you had the more powerful the man. That's what Buster's old man had always said. This one fancied himself all powerful. "You're dying kid."
There was no humility in that voice. There was only cold distance. "You'll be rotting in hell just like me soon." He said, matter of factly. Buster's left arm started to fall off. His eyes clouded more and more by the second. Gray blue cold still turning to foggy white milky cancer. "Your sorry ass should have bought it long ago. You were always a little pussy." There was actual disgust in his father's voice now. And he was there. To Buster at least. To Buster this was real and Harry Fleetwood was standing right behind him. But if someone had walked in they would have seen him standing there looking drunk touching his perfectly normal face and drooling while staring into a dirty mirror.
When Buster's eyes opened it was abrupt. He blinked a few times just because of the harsh light blarring into his retinas. Was in a fucking hospital? He looked around. He was in a hospital like bed. There were machines and charts and sciency nerdy type shit all over the place. Buster's eyes darted around and panic began to race in his chest. Then he saw her. Lulu. A dream? No. A dream yes, but a dream he had kept secret for a long time, but she was real. He knew that when he reached out a shakey hand and touched her knee.
She jumped a little and stirred but did not wake up. Not right away. He was really here. And REALLY HERE. Lucid and cognitive. He blinked again and was suddenly aware of a very acrid and sour taste in his mouth. He spit on the floor. Blood. Buster swung his legs out of bed and stood up. He nearly lost his balance, but that wasn't because he was still drunk or loosing his shit again, but because he was tired. His legs ached like motherfucking banshees screaming at the night. He took in the place.
It was the bunker. He had heard about it. Almost been here once, but some little stripper visiting from out of town had caught his attention when everyone came up and Benny had ended up spending three days in a motel with no memory of what he did there. She was fun. A bitch though. He didn't remember the old days with any fondness. No the reckless party shit or the being the king of a small sewer. The club brought respect and power and Buster was a big fish in a medium pond, but he didn't miss it. When he looked back what he missed was....
Fuck. A rat scurried across the floor and Buster jumped. Almost ashamed of himself he cleared his throat and that is what woke Lulu up finally. He straightened his jacket on his shoulders and slicked his hair back. Not realizing there was blood on his face. But it was the fucking apocalypse. It was god damned ridciulous to be worried about your hair or how you looked, but he was. For Lulu, he was. He knelt in front of her taking her hand in his. "You're fucking real aren't you? Flesh and blood real not some fucking trip?!?" He was laughing. There were tears in his eyes. His jaw ached when he smiled, but he smiled big. And he place a hand on either side of Lulu's head and pulled her into a deep kiss. With it he released months of lonliness and pain into a breath of honest relief and gratitude. tagged: x || word count: x || notes: x |
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Post by Tabitha Milton on Sept 2, 2022 6:37:39 GMT
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Her eyes opened and she was back home in the club. At the bar she was making drinks for her boys and being the hostess of the party. There was a reason any of these men would jump in front of a bullet for her. Respect, loyalty maybe a bit of fear for the ones who had seen her true temper. Truth was even if Johnny Rome was the king of this city. Almost the kings men had been hand picked by the Queen. She had a real eye for picking the god ones that would fit into their growing family.
Tonight they celebrated the recent big jobs that had been pulled off. Her blue eyes glanced around the club a smile on her lips. It was a smile that hid many things but for the most part she was happy. "I don't want any more excuses. The next time you two idiots fuck up you will spit shine the urinals for a month. Got it? Also that hardware you lost wasnt cheap so you are gonna take a bit of a pay cut the next few weeks." Lulu scolded them like a disappointed mother. They started to sulk and whine as she cut them a cold glare.
"Be glad im not taking your whole check.. would be a shame if you could live the good party lives... get out of my sight before i change my mind" Truth was she could feel it. Eyes on her from across the room and it was easy to know where they had come from. Hell her own glance had wandered here and there. Buster was one of the og guys that went with them on the rise to power. He had also been one of her personal body guards on many occasions. The times Johnny left on trips to make connections and she couldn't deny it had brought the two closer.
They would flirt and tip toe a very dangerous line that was wrong on many levels but there was a pull there. Lulu had seen the pure violent nature of busters work. He was one of the few that had really seen and cleaned up her messes when she was needed to get information. Lulu did have a knack for torture but she didn't get her hands dirty anymore. Now she felt like more of a pampered housewife than the crime boss queen she had become.
There was one last gaze in busters direction before Johnny came in and swept her away. That was the end of her dream as noise and commotion shook her awake. Jumping up a bit she would see buster there and awake before her. he was knelt on the ground just the relief in his voice made her tear up a bit. Though getting pulled into a kiss took her a bit off guard. For a moment she started to push him away but her mind reminded her that it was the end of the world. Johnny and everyone they knew were more than likely dead. There was no reason to hold back and it was the first human interaction she had in months.
Pushing back into the kiss she slipped out of the chair to straddle his lap. Her body pressed against his as her hands moved up his chest. Getting lost in the moment she pulled away shortly after. Her forehead pressed against his as she would breath heavily tryna catch it up. "Lets get you cleaned up... and in some better clothes." Moving out of his lap quickly she was across the room. Her heart was still racing as she would lead him back towards the living quarters that had been prepped for him before all the shit hit the fan.
"There is running water... clothes and a good bed for you.." Her eyes weren't on him but more on the ground as she leaned her back against the door frame. Her mind was still mostly drugged and she was just trying to process finally finding someone she cared about. there were plenty of thoughts racing through her mind. The irrational wanted her to just dive into a raw carnal distraction. Though the rational made her worry Johnny was gonna just walk through the door and catch them.
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Post by Buster Fleetwood on Sept 7, 2022 1:40:41 GMT
Buster took it all in. The sounds. The buzzing of flurescent lighting becoming the heartbeat of the bunker. The smells of her perfume and the mixed smells of blood and dirty from his own skin. It was almost overwhelming. His senses seened to dance on a live wire. The tips of his fingers pulsed with his racing heart and then it was over. Hier lips pulled away and just like that the dream died in his chest.
Stupid right? What would Lulu want with him? He wasn't sure. Buster had spent his entire life trying to live up to his father's disappointment. His father was a worthless piece of shit and he had always told Buster he was going to end up just the same way. So, Buster tried not to disappoint. It was his father's low expectations that put him within Lulu''s orbit in the first place. At least he had one thing to be thankful for when it came to the old man.
Buster reached up and wiped his lips with his sleeve and nodded. His eyes seemed far off and dreamy, but he was still taking it all in. He watched Lulu stand and before his crotch could ache anymore he stood too. He hadn't expected her to climb into his lap but he never expected to see her again either. It was just one of those thing. "It's just you?" He asked. He hoped she didn't read anything into his voice.
There was a slight hope that someone else had made it, but then again.... Part of him hoped it was just the two of them. "I could use a shower i suppose." He said looking at his filthy exterior. Walking with her through the silent concrete halls was eerie. He expected something to jump out at any moment. Once, when the motion activated lights came on in a room Buster flinched and yelped. Grabbing something heavy on reflex. He slowly lowered his arm when he realized he was jumping at shadows.
"You were here all this time?" He asked almost in a daze. He had started heading here when the shit broke in Detroit, but side tracks. Delays. He watched a bunch of people he actually fucking cared about die and quickly isolated himself. Buster had met a group and actually started to build himself up. He had not only become a member of the group but someone who was respected. Relied upon. He found respect in a whole new way and realized he didn't have to be a scumbag for people to love him.
His boots echoed with every step. His shaking fingertips glided along the wall as he walked past. Feeling the rough texture reach up to greet his touch and he licked his lips. "BENNY!" He heard a woman's voice scream. He could see the strekas of blood blurring her vision and he could hear the flesh being ripped from her shoulder. She was reaching out to him. She was swarmed. More teeth joined the feeding frenzy. Buster shuddered. He wasn't just gently touching the wall now, he was leaning into it. "DON'T LEAVE ME! YOU BASTARD!' He had run. Buster was shaking, breathing hard and trying not to collapse in the hallway, but really he was THERE. Watching as the dead ripped Sadie apart.
He could smell smoke and blood and rotting meat. Fire licked the sky as several cars burned and so did the bookstore they were crashing in for the last few weeks. Buster ran. Buster was a survivor. Buster looked out for number one. He came crashing back when a hand touched his shoulder. Buster looked up slowly. After that group, he had isolated. With no pills, and no friends. The isolation drove him crazy. Well, crazier. He had to get a handle on his PTSD. "I'm cool." He said pushing off the wall.
Buster tried to ignored the conern in Lulu's eyes. He peeled his jacket off and then his shirt. His His pale ribs were lightly bruised but there were scraps, cuts. The usual survivor shit. There was also a tattoo on his ribs that said his blood type and next of kin information. "In case found dead contact Carson Fool's Dice Club" He had never told anyone about that tattoo, but it was something he got right after the OG had brought him in. Carson didn't run things long. He never had a chance. He died in a deal gone bad. Buster never forgot that.
Never got the tattoo changed either. He never saw the need. The club was his family now, even if Carson wasn't around someone would have gotten the message. Because Benny fully expected to be dead within a few years. He expected either his temper or his mouth would have gotten him into trouble one day. He never expected to last this fucking long. Buster unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down halfway. His jeans were caked in mud and clinging to his boney hips, but he was staring at her.
His eyes were deep and alluring and he held her gaze intentionally. His eyes moving over her face in slow waves, not wanting to miss a single detail. At the same time his tongue rolled in his mouth pushing his cheek outward in a bored and non chalant gesture that was absent minded and arrogant. "Be here when i get back?" He asked playfuly. Where else was she going to go? But if she turned out to be just another hallucination when he got back.... It would have been the best one he's had in awhile.
Buster walked into the room with the shower and closed the door. He was assuming Lulu if she was really that is, would have some clothes ready for him when he got out. Buster turned on the water and was surprised to find it hot and inviting. He took a very long shower. Enjoying the water on his skin and the quiet it provided. He was a creature that usually lived in his head. He didn't live there now. All he heard was the sound of the water and what he heard was light shuffling outside the door. It could be Lulu. Or he could be nuts and it could be a dead one waiting for him to step out. Either way the voices were gone for now. That was a nice change. tagged: x || word count: x || notes: x |
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Post by Tabitha Milton on Sept 8, 2022 10:38:39 GMT
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Deep in her mind there was a undying sense of loyalty to The man she had believed was the Love of her life. He was someone she owed so much to but at such a young age how much did you know anything really? Sure there was no doubt she loved him and was loyal in every way. Lulu would have taken a bullet, blade or any form of torture to death for her King. Though she was left to wonder on some late nights and lonely times when it came to her time spent with a certain greasy slicked gutter rat.
After all the time he spent being drug around to shopping trips into late nights where he would indulge her into dancing. Perhaps a little to close and dangerously toeing the line. Here they were alone in what they could only assume was the last of their little criminal family. Lulu was lost in her own mind but hearing him ask her to be there when he returned. The next sound she heard was water running and she would move to pull out some clean clothing.
Setting things on the bed she would place the worn leather jacket there before her eyes glanced at the shower room door. Slipping off the red jacket she would toss it on the bed beside his. Kicking out of her heals she would leave a trail of clothing to follow as she quietly pushed the door open. Letting out a soft breath of anticipation she would move through the curtain of the shower. Quietly she stepped forward and gently pressed her painted lips to his back. Her painted nails would trail down the skin of his sides.
It had been so much time spent mostly alone in this literal tomb in the ground. Though hidden in a dark end of this very place there was a pint sized horror show. One that lulu had never been able to deal with as she had feared being alone. There was shame that she was able to keep the child safe. Guilt that his sickness had taken him under her care. All of it faded away as she was reaching for hopefully a bit of very much needed intimate contact and stress relief.
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Sept 11, 2022 13:08:31 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetwood on Sept 11, 2022 13:08:31 GMT
Fingers slipped over his shoulders. Kisses fell upon his back. Buster sunk away to that familiar place. It was cold and dark and lonely, but he would stay for a visit whenever he had female company. It was the recess in the back of his mind. The part of him that he felt had to prove himself. He didn't like it, he didn't do it on purporse but old habits are hard to break.
Buster closed his eyes. He tried to picture a world where this could really be happening. His luck was always of the shit luck variety. He had never hit the lottery and he never got what he considered fair, his whole miserable fucking life, but this..... This was far. This was right. He didn't think about Johnny. He didn't think about the club. Spinning around the water ran down his face sweeping through worry lines and hard angles on his undernurished face. His eyes didn't falter though.
His eyes were two burning rocks deadbolted to the floor. They were grounded in such a way that just looking into them made you feel heavier. As if the weight of their expectations were supplying their own gravitational pull. Buster's hands swam up her shoulders and he felt the warmth of her cheeks in the palms of his hands. He had never pictured it like this. How many times had he thought about a quick dirty fuck where aggression and passion were the forces with their hands on the steering wheel? Plenty. He had never seen her this way, though he wanted her this way. Soft and loving and a little sad.
He needed her to need him. His lips found her shoulder and he bit her just to taste something real. His hands cupped the arches in her shoulder blades. Finding their way to her lower back with just a fingertips graze across her skin. The water trickled down. Pooling at their feet with dirt and blood and shit spiralling into the drain and going unnoticed.
"I thought about this a lot before. But you were always Johnny's girl." He said. His voice sounded distant. His heart was hammering in his ears and he could barely hear himself talk. But he didn't want to talk of Johnny it almost seemed like blasphamy. He raised her head to meet his gaze with a finger under her chin. "You're my girl now. I'll keep you safe." And that was it. There might have been a time when Lulu told him what to do, but they didn't live that way anymore. When a Fool found his Queen he knew. Buster had always known. He had just met her too late.
Buster kissed her again and pushed her up against the wall. The weight of him pressing into her as the steam from the shower clouded the room. They were just a couple of pale shapes in the mist. When it was over he got dressed and asked about some food. He wanted to make a run to town and check out the landscape. He had just gotten into town when he got fucking trapped. He hadn't had a chance to scavenge for supplies. He needed a refill on his pills. He wanted to keep his shit together and for the first time in a long time that actually seemed to matter to him.
He didn't give a fuck about loosing his mind if it was just him, but suddenly he wanted to take better care of himself. Suddenly that seemed very important. "You've been here all this time living off what was here, but i bet you haven't made many supply runs. Shit won't last forever we should probably make aa run into town. I need to see about a perscription if you know what i mean. Also I'm fucking starving do you have anything to eat?"
He avoided the painful topics. The club... Johnny, the baby. Johnny Jr. was old enough that Buster had met him a few times before things fell apart. He didn't see the kid now and that wasn't a good sign. He wouldn''t bring it up unless Lulu did. He pulled out a comb and slicked his hair back. Turning his rings on his fingers so they were neatly presented and readjusting his jacket on his scrawny shoulders. He looked like he stepped out of the past when things didn't try to fucking bite you. It was like looking at yesterday. He smiled.
Buster always had a charming smile. Even when you knew he was full of shit and wanted something from you; you always still kinda melted. "Lu...." He said in a 'come on you know you want too' kind of way. He nudged her a bit bugging her until she agreed to go out on a run with him. He wanted be normal. He wanted this to work. He needed those fucking pills. Buster's smile faded a bit when he thought about what might happen if he didn't get them. |
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Sept 15, 2022 3:47:22 GMT
Post by Tabitha Milton on Sept 15, 2022 3:47:22 GMT
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Truthfully there had never been an actual unfaithful moment in her life where she had crossed the line. So maybe her toes had been tipping on the narrow barrier but now the world was over. It had been some time since she had seen Johnny. If he was alive then he surely would not have left her alone all this time.
Her lips moved across his shoulders until he turned. What started with a bite in the shoulder sent electric signals through her. It was the first time she had felt anything recently. Be told she was his girl now made her heart race a bit. From there she would get lost in the pain mixed with pleasure. IT was a closeness that she needed to try and get back to a since of sanity. Stepping out of the shower she wrapped in a towel and watched buster get dressed.
"Haven't really needed to leave, This place has enough food to last for years with just two people." She would say as she just watched him pull clothing on. Seeing him look like the old days was a nice blast from the past but she knew he was right. They needed to go stock some more on his medication. If she wanted the fully sane buster here. "I need to go Grab some clothes." Moving over to him she would brush her lips against his. "There is food in the chow hall so go grab something. I'll meet you at the vehicle bay."
Moving out of the room she would head off to the quarters that were meant to be hers and Johnnys. Seemed they would be a new man slipping into the Sheets. Taking some time to pull on some nice clothes and would get herself looking to her normal dolled up standard. Makeup on and slipping the jacket over her shoulders she would grab keys to the humvee.
When she arrived at the garage bay around 20 minutes later she would buster snacking on some jerky that she had made out of the local rabbit population. "Grab this box off the shelf for me would ya?" There was a smirk on her lips as she pointed at a box of mre and supplies on the shelf. "Just incase we need to bunk down out there. Slip that in the back and we can go. You are driving."
Tossing him the keys she moved to the passengers side. While he loaded stuff she would take a few bumps of white powder. The high hitting her like a familiar friend. Once the door opened she would slip the vial into her inner jacket pocket. Best she didnt let slip she was on the powder again. Not after the last time and she really did want to get out of this underground tomb and feel alive again.
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Sept 15, 2022 4:05:45 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetwood on Sept 15, 2022 4:05:45 GMT
Showered, and with his hair wet and slicked back, Buster looked nice. He had smoothed the edges of his hair down with the palms of his hands. Patting it to sit it just right, how he looked back then. The good old days when the room was full of cigar smoke and there was always someone laughing telling some outragous stories. He missed those guys.
Buster caught the keys and slid behind the wheel. He looked nice, but not Lulu nice. She was dolled all the way up, and he was just in a t-shirt and jeans. The fabric contouring and hugging the curves of her. Buster licked at his lips as his eyes moved towards the road ahead of him. "Buckle up. Not to wrinkle your dress but I don't want to send you flying through the windshield. Safety first." Buster said with a smile. Buster who was one of the most risk taking motherfuckers you'd ever meet in your life had this annoying habit of telling you he wouldn't drive until you buckled your seatbelt.
He had always said it was because you never knew when the cops lights would suddenly be behind you.... But everyone knew it was because he drifted corners and liked to show off his stunt driving. It wouldn't be unusual to see him 360 spin into the parking lot and parrallel park at the curb; pop out and ask for a beer. A ghost of a smile touched his lips as he readjusted the mirror to see behind him he saw Johnny in the backseat.
Johnny was bleeding from a gunshot wound on the side of his head. It ran down his face in thick lines. He was dirty. He smelled like the inside of a nun's asshole. Foul and unholy for sure. "You forgot to pat her ass and say good girl." Johnny said glibbly. Buster blinked? "Wh.." He started, but before he could Johnny continued. "That's how she knows you love her and you just ain't attracted to the power. Some friend you are. Fucking my girl while I'm dead in the ground. You should be protecting her. Not having your jollies." Buster started to say it wasn't like that, but Lulu said something and it made him look away from the mirror. "What Lu?" He asked distractedly.
Looking back in the mirror Johnny wasn't there. No one was ever really there. But his guilt was there. He could feel it in his chest like a rising heat. He stole a glance at Lulu as he pulled the car off, satisfied with the click of her seatbelt. "I just want to get back to a sense of normal. I.... I been seeing things that aren't there." He admitted quietly. The orange lights from the dashboard only lit the patch of skin around his eyes. His brown eyes seemed to burn in the dark. Simmering in fire that was the orange lights reflected on his skin. The car's interior was dark. Thank god for that she couldn't see his lip quivering.
Buster didn't want her to think less of him. And yes he cared that Johnny was dead, but they weren't they were alive and they needed each other in a way that felt right and real to both of them. God knew that, but It didn't mean it wasn't fucked up. After a long moment of silence Buster added. "Sometimes, not that often though..." His words seemed thick and heavy in his mouth, somehow clumsy. He wasn't his usual cocky self, just waiting to see if Lulu was going to get angry. She was known for her temper and her tongue lashings could hurt worse than any ass kicking.
As the tension build Buster drove. Turning down street after street, it wasn't long before they were pulling into a drug store parking lot. Some mom and pop place with a liscened pharmacy built into it. Buster put the car in park. He turned to look at him. The overhead light of the car between them illuminating the worry on his face. "Well say something Lulu." He said. He leaned back in his seat. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to say something about Johnny or the visions, but he wanted her to say something.
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Sept 24, 2022 19:37:06 GMT
Post by Tabitha Milton on Sept 24, 2022 19:37:06 GMT
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She had already slipped the vial of white powder into the inner pocket of her jacket when buster got into the truck. Hearing him say something about the seatbelt she would blink a few times before smirking. "If I buckle in it may be hard to do..." Leaning over she would nibble on busters earlobe. She would soon lean back and pull the belt over her body and fasten it in.
Her hand would move to touch a button on the roof just before the windshield. The Loud noise of the Vehicle motor cave would from the motor. This was one of the three ways to enter or exit the bunker. Each way was only accessed by remote access or a retina scan. Even then that would only get you so far. The important parts of the bunker needed access codes that few members had.
The doors came open but she heard buster start to speak. His words cut off and his gaze seemed locked on the rear view. "Benny boy?" She would say as he seemed to stare off into space. Turning around she would see her son rolling a toy car around the garage bay floor. Turning quickly she looked ahead of her.
Whatever buster saw he came back to reality and she would smile at him. "You need a written invitation to leave or what?" IT was later in the day then she would normally leave but honestly there was nothing in this bunker but something she had been avoiding. She would listen to buster as he admitted to seeing things.
He had obviously been off his meds for some time and what she had givin him would take time to really settle in his system. Nor would it do any good unless they got more to keep him going. She was quiet for a while until they ended up in the nearby town. He parked infront of the pharmacy and she would look at him as he spoke again.
"We will get you back to normal doll. Lets see what we can get into here. Havent seen anyone in town for three months. Hopefully the anti psychotics are still here." Sliding out of the truck she would glance around a see several of the dead shambling from a few blocks down.
They were not close enough to be a immediate threat but they would catch uo eventually. Grabbing her baseball bat she would rest it on her shoulder. moving up to the building she would extend her arms then draw back and swing. The glass on the door would shatter. Sure she couldve opened it but what did it matter anymore. A smirk came to her lips from the fun of destruction.
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Sept 24, 2022 22:49:30 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetwood on Sept 24, 2022 22:49:30 GMT
Buster smirked as well when Lulu shattered the door. She stepped through the middle, with somehow elegant class. Buster whistled and shook his head. He was impressed, but then again he always was. He didn't mind the rotters. Those limp dicks never really amounted to much. Buster opened the broken door and stepped inside. He closed the door and pulled the shade down all the way. It covered the door somewhat but mostly because it amused him. He even flipped the open sign to closed.
It all came rushing back. He had busted up joints all over town who didn't pay protection money. It was an earlier racket. The club stopped collecting protection money when Johnny took over the club from Falco. Johnny liked to act tough, but he was a big hearted softy when you got down too it. Buster picked up a pair of sunglasses and put them on. He turned to Lulu. "What do you think Lu?" He asked rhetorically.
He kept the shades. His face almost lit up with joy when he found an old dusty comb. That went straight into his back pocket. After wiping it on his jeans and giving his hair a few quick superficial comb throughs. "You remember the name of that shit? Chlropromazine? Yeah that's it look for that." Buster had noticed that Lulu was off looking for the meds. He was looking at get well cards. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. But here's a card so shut up and smile....."
He read the words printed inside the card and for some reason he tucked that into his jacket pocket. It just tickled him he supposed. "Lu? You alright?" He called back and heard no answer. Buster pulled his pistol. He moved to the dark shadowy back half of the store not sure what he would find. He also didn''t know about the two kids hiding in the back of the store. Both of them around 12. Both of them dirty bleeding and biten. |
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Sept 28, 2022 0:02:58 GMT
Post by Tabitha Milton on Sept 28, 2022 0:02:58 GMT
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Once the glass settled and fell Lulu would step through the frame not missing a stride. Hearing the whistle from behind her she would just let a smirk tug as her lips. The store was dim lit but the sun gave enough ambient light to let them see things. Moving past shelves a lot of the useful things had been scavenged. There were a few first kits and other supplies.
Lulu would look around for some things later but her focus was on one thing. moving to the pharmacy counter she frowned seeing the metal cage bars rolled down. Heading the the door to get behind the counter it was locked. That meant good news for medicine to be here. Just slightly annoying and she would set her bat down by the door.
Pulling a couple pins from her hair she would kneel down. Bending the metal she would slowly put the pieces into the door lock. She had gotten rusty over time being the queen of the gutter rats. Once more fools fell In lulu stopped getting her hands dirty. Only because of technicalities and the club needing someone clean to have all the properties signed over to.
She would focus and listen to the lock pins shift and within a fifteen second span she would be turning the knob. Pushing the door open she moved behind the counter and her gaze fell on rows of shelves with assorted drugs. A lot of things she pulled to put in a bag. antibiotics, narcotic pain meds. Really she just used her arm and started to swipe stuff off the shelf.
Eventually she did come across the one medication they needed. Grabbing the three large bottles she tossed them in the bag. "That should do us a while." She would say to herself and she was about to call for buster when she heard shuffling. The office door was cracked and she would move over to it slowly.
She heard buster call out but she didn't say anything as she got closer to the door. Reaching out she would touch the knob and jerk the door open. Coming face to face with a girl who couldn't have been more than a teen. A smaller boy standing behind her. The teen had a shotgun raised and ready. "Easy now sweetheart I don't wanna hurt you. Are you two alone.?"
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Sept 28, 2022 2:52:21 GMT
Post by Buster Fleetwood on Sept 28, 2022 2:52:21 GMT
Buster's grip was tight on his gun as he moved quickly and quietly through the store. It didn't take him long to reach the back of it and find himself standing next to Lulu. "The fuck?" He muttered. More to himself than to anyone else. Buster knew for a fact that the kids he saw in front of him were real. He knew this because Lulu was intereacting with them herself. He stood there. Wide eyed and vacant expression.
It wasn't that he had nothing going on upstairs. Anyone looking at him could tell he was a clever little shit. The smirk told you that, but that was a permenant state of his face. You couldn't pry it off with a crowbar. But the vacant expression was his standard expression, because he didn't give away the ending. He kept his face unreadable. When you run your mouth and take fights with just about anyone, it helps to have the element of surprise.
Buster wasn't thinking of fighting now. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't the house and kids type. Even with Lulu he had never really thought of anything beyond his lustful want of her. He didn't believe in marriage, and the idea of raising a kid made him anxious, but there was johnny jr. Buster didn't ask about Jj because he already knew. No one had to give away the ending on that one. Same as with Johnny himself. They weren't here. They must be dead.
Buster was wrong on both counts. One was undead and the other was very much alive. Buster stood in the abandoned pharmacy with no idea what kids like. "Do you know their names? Check their colars or something." Buster said. His mouth was dry. He licked at his lips and realized he was still somewhat aiming the gun. He lowered his even though the girl with the shotgun kept hers dead steady on him.
"Down the street or off in the distance there was a car horn. It was steady and annoying. Like someone died with their face on the wheel and would reawaken as a muncher to the tune of baby blow that horn. "Stupid assholes." Buster sighed and rolled his eyes as he looked in the general direction of the sound. "Fucker got himself killed it sounds like. At least it will draw the dead ones over that way." He turned his attention back to Lulu and the kids. "What's the play here? We bringing the rugrats with us? Or every man for himself? Because we got what we need. Not best to linger...."
So he was an asshole. He didn't like the idea of being responsible for kids. They made it this long. They were tough enough to make it longer. Besides. They could be with someone. Parents who would be pissed if they saw strangers around their little ones. Buster wasn't thinking about doing the right thing. He was thinking lets get the fuck out of here before a passing heard headed to the car horn gets them trapped inside. |
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