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Post by willc453 on Nov 16, 2018 23:04:44 GMT -6
And everyone was thinking all this music was to satisfy the moar hounds and bears... Happened to come up with this twist listening to the girl doing wipe out with her dad, along with friends of theirs from jr./high school and bits of their lives/stories. 21 will be the last chapter as haven't had much time to work on 22 which is 7 pages and 23 is MAYBE 1/2? The girls reactions to all of this? Oh yeah, but as for the boys reactions to them AND their trying to "help" them.... Got a lot of things written for 22, but trying to keep things straight time wise. Remember, spring break is over so summer is coming and school's going to be over. What are the boys & their girlfriends going to be doing during this time? And in 21, the boys have doubts about the girls. After posting 21, no idea when I'll post another chapter as I want to get at least 3 chapters ahead. And still want to finish up Ben's time in Colorado. I can crank out his stories easily enough, including him visiting other worlds and those in other dimensions. Oh yeah...they come into a little bit more money.
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Post by texican on Nov 18, 2018 23:44:57 GMT -6
So WillC,
Two moar chapters before Christmas would be great Christmas presents....
Hint....
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Nov 19, 2018 22:19:44 GMT -6
So WillC, Two moar chapters before Christmas would be great Christmas presents.... Hint.... Texican.... Hey, don't play the boy cheap! I'm guessin' he can spray out at least a chapter a week. Come on, now, WillC, show 'em what a real writer can do. Step up to the plate. Charge the net. Throw a deep out pattern. It's a slam dunk.
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Post by willc453 on Nov 20, 2018 3:59:02 GMT -6
22 has different things going on with only 1 finished, which deals with Officer Flannigan and now, other police departments. The girls try to "help" the boys and that did NOT go over well with them. Looking at going a couple of ways on that one, along with adding more stuff to finish that part. Working on how far I can go with it and make it believable. The boys find themselves in Amarillo, Texas saving some HOT damsels in distress. Not sure which way I'll go with that one as there's 2 choices. Mulling over them being in other countries during the summer. There's also JT's dads thugs returning and consequences of the thugs returning that is also being thought up, but nothing written on that yet. The boys aren't done with JT's dad because of this and going to do more investigating of him, the people he associates with and of course, their safes at home, private & govt. offices. Summer is coming, so what happens between the girls and boys when school's out? That's something to come up with. Mrs. Hernandez (their landlady) has family problems, so they help her out. There's the thumb drives, floppy disks, etc. that the boys sent to Hacker awhile back. Looking at having the boys find out they weren't the only one changed at their school, but won't be writing up a new story/chapters on that character. So I've created some threads in these chapters and now trying to weave 'em together while coming up with new ones.
ONE piece of chum. ONLY. those......girls? Boy, were they REALLY mad.....going for the nards EVERY time they could.
As for me, got another music video I'll post with that chapter when it's done. As for muse, been listening to the Underdog & Dudley Do-right tv themes. A lot.
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Post by texican on Nov 20, 2018 14:23:50 GMT -6
WillC, Now that you have the outlines done.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 20, 2018 22:58:24 GMT -6
Why sure....nnnnooooo probleemo. 21 will be posted Friday, 22 is now 14 pages long. What's light brown/tan, white and orange? And some music to take care of the moar hounds, bares and orphans: www.youtube.com/watch?v=saQJ8z4714w
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Post by willc453 on Nov 22, 2018 12:41:33 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 21
This is when Hector said you two (meaning the girls) were probably offended by the artwork they did on The Wolfmobile, right? They had to admit he was right and we were kind of shocked....I mean, all we wanted to do was draw attention to The Wolfmobile and of course, us never thinking anyone would be offended, but kind of laugh at seeing them and the wording on The Wolfmobile. This is when Hector asked them if they had ever REALLY looked at the artwork and of course they hadn't, having only seen it that one time when we passed by them. Hector said let me tell you what kind of devious perverts these two REALLY are and of course, THIS gets the girls attention. Hector said you saw what looked like a wolf man chasing a scantily clad woman, right? The girls say yes, but got shocked when Hector said if it was on the passenger side, it was actually his (meaning me) dad chasing his mom, with the other side showing Aarons dad chasing his mom! Their moms were embarrassed by this of course, but I heard their dads bumped fists with them, saying outstanding. He'd gotten this tidbit from his dad who had talked with our dads just after we left for college. Yeah, Aaron and I could of put some actress, model, etc. on The Wolfmobile and us chasing 'em, but we figured what better way to honor our parents for taking care of us until we were ready to leave home? As to the girls, it was but but but....we didn't know kind of cry. Then Hector said you two girls gotta be something really special for them to take you out on a date, you wouldn't believe the high standards they have. Think he was trying to pump us up in front of the girls, but got the feeling the girls didn't fall for that one.
Now on the way home, the girls asked what deugello in Mexican. Aaron told them it meant literally slit throat, something the girls didn't understand. I said notice the musical notes painted on top of that word and when they said yes, I replied those were the first few notes of that piece of music. Of course, they still didn't understand until I told them that music was played at the Alamo by General Santa Anna's band, telling those defenders since they wouldn't surrender, there would be no quarter. Of course, you know what happened there. It's Hectors way of telling everyone he gives no quarter when playing music.
They didn't say anything to us on the way home and when we did, they said they were sorry. We said okay and when we left them, didn't try for a kiss which we think really surprised them considering the way we had been pestering for them. Think Aaron and I were confused....being reminded of The Wolfmobile and how the girls had acted towards us in the beginning. One thing about being brothers, pretty much nothing is taboo and we both wondered if the girls looked at us as something new to try when they said we'd be their boyfriends. You know, like a kid getting a pet duck or rabbit and then when it grew out of its cuddly/cute stage, time to drop it and get something else? We were starting to learn the way of the world.
The girls wanted to be at the bar as we practiced, but we said no. We'd do this in private. Period. They weren't happy with this, but went along with it but they didn't have to pay a cover charge as that was part of the deal with the bar owner.
When we got back to our place, Aaron asked if Hector would like some of the stuff we had done when we were alone. I said maybe and because of the time difference, went to London via the nothingness to get what we needed. Their fish and chips is a lot different than ours and a lot better. I don't like vinegar on my fish, preferring lemon juice while Aaron likes the vinegar. Three hours working on what we remembered followed by hitting an all night copier service in another state so everyone would have a copy. After that, we still didn't feel like sleeping but a quick nap helped when we decided to get another on the FBI's most wanted list instead of playing Halo online. Now Javier Abril Espinoza was wanted for the kidnapping and murder of a DEA agent in 1985 in Mexico. He was also a main figure leadership wise directing the Sinola cartel and the Caro-Quintero drug trafficking operations within the region of Badrausto Sinaloa, Mexico. We finally got to sleep around five am and bushed.
When we woke up that Sunday, had just enough time for breakfast, gather our stuff and via the nothingness, appeared in the alley where Hectors bus was parked after making sure no one was around. We gave them some of the music printouts of stuff we thought they might like and they were all for it along with more stuff via Youtube. Spent five hours practicing, then break for lunch. Hector got to leave all his gear set up in the bar with no trouble from the owner who hung around to listen to us from time to time. What helped was our two weeks at the paint factory was over and we hadn't been called by the Stevie at the book depository. We didn't start playing until 6pm and played until 11:30 as the bar had to close by midnight. Every thirty minutes, everyone would take a ten minute break and we never played the same music each night. Well, some of the stuff we played that Saturday, we'd play on Tuesday for example, not that the customers complained and of course what made the owner deliriously happy was actually turning people away at the entrance AND the cover charge went to fifteen dollars while also serving a lot of drinks outside the bar in plastic cups when possible. When the bar doors opened the girls had to wait five minutes before being able to get in; yeah the line outside the bar was that long and the bar quickly filled. Especially when we started playing. Thing is, we had to call the school saying we wouldn't be in for a week, but we'd have someone pick up our homework assignments and the chapters we were suppose to read.
You'd think we'd get a break, not going to school or work, but no. However, the rewards would far exceeded our efforts. Every day we'd look up and print more music for Hector and his band, take a break for lunch, practice more, play at the bar, then head home with the girls taking us there. One thing we (Aaron and I) never cared about was people GUSHING about our musical abilities. I mean, we never could never understand what the big deal was about as it was something we were born with. Also think that maybe JT also had something to do about it....you know, being so athletic and all that, we weren't even a blip any girls radar. I mean, look at the egos that get inflated when you're a famous athletic, actor or actress along with the money they make vs a musician. And of course, we had to work out our plan not only getting Javier Abril Espinoza, but also collecting the reward money. Think we spent eighteen hours a day between doing our homework, turning in required assignments, practicing with and playing with the band. The girls helped in getting our assignments, turning them in for us, but seemed agog that we could do what we could do and wanted to be with us quite a bit. After all, according to them, weren't they helping us and shouldn't we spend more time together as a couple?
The girls were quite happy during that week seeing us play and afterwards, everyone would go out to the bus where two of the guys and one of the girls in the band would make supper for everyone. Of course, we kicked in with fresh veggies from a store and canned stuff we bought and other things from the nothingness and the light. Think it was Wednesday when we were done for the night, waiting for the food to cook and of course, everyone but Aaron and me having some beers. What also helped was the girls taking turns to take us to the bar to practice before they had their classes. They had asked us how did we get to the bar those first two times and all we said there was always city bus to take and we were used to using it, which wasn't a lie. City bus did run by the bar and was it our fault they didn't ask better questions? Or the fact we didn't use city bus any more? We also learned that women have LONG memories....remember how I mentioned we had been interviewed by the FBI to them not long ago? They wanted to know about that with them and everyone in the band really laughing at the idea we might be mutant terrorists. Hector made the comment we had to be mutated morons to have not taken those scholarships.
It was about this time Officer Flannigan showed up, but didn't say anything abut the beer being drunk in public or in this case, in the alley. Like I said, he's a good policeman. He's cruised by the alley on foot and in his car a couple of times since Monday and heard us playing in the bar, saying we were great and who were the guys playing the rhythm and blues. That's when we stepped forward and he was surprised to see us as we had talked with him from time to time when he was walking his beat around our place or we'd wave to him as he cruise by in his police car. Asked us if we knew some music and some we had, others he hadn't heard of. Because the bar was closed, it was still being cleaned up so we got some instruments and the two of us started playing for about fifteen minutes straight, including stuff we had come up with ourselves back in our school days. We made sure to introduce him to Hector, his band and our background growing up....but NOT about the scholarships of course. Hector was shocked at some of our stuff that we had written down for them and wanted to use them. We said okay and next day practiced on playing two of them which were well received that night at the bar.
After playing and back in the alley, he said he was glad we hadn't given up on music like he thought and when we didn't say anything, he got suspicious. Asked us when did we come up with this stuff and we said after school. Hector: you two are LYING....you two are running your Devious Double DM word trip on us and I KNOW IT! THAT got the other guys attention who started muttering how we had cleaned them out on one of their adventures by a shifty eyed merchant (Aaron) and his son (me). Aaron's voice got a little high in indignation, saying YOU GUYS thought you were going to be ripping off some poor, honest merchant and his son by paying a hundred gold coins TOTAL for some magical items that would go for at least three thousand! EACH!! Besides, you guys never did a detect lie spell on them, did ya?! ALL you did was have Gene quietly do a detect magic on the items and that was it. Me: and both of us remember YOU gave the list of stuff the merchant and his son had to Gene whose eyes got REALLY big when he read it. And how ALL you guys asked us to leave the livingroom while you held a group consultation. It WASN'T our fault you THOUGT we were rolling up random items instead of us normally being prepared. And how you THOUGHT we were shook up by what we wrote down. Boy, did they howl about this because later on in the game, the magical guild was NOT happy when they tried selling these “magical items” in Verbosh. They were arrested, tried and spent two weeks cleaning the cities sewer system for trying to sell false magical items! This included Gene who was the parties magic user and he was really disgusted by this as he tried to be a scribe to one of the magic users in town. He was lucky in being able to keep his spell book because the guild was thinking he was really incompetent as a magic user, which would of made the rest of the guild look bad. With the fines leveled, they of course had to work as caravan guards. Again. Now you'd think we were ripping off everyone when playing the game. We weren't. Play the game right and rewards were greater than the effort. Get stupid or careless you either died, got crippled or worked as guards on some caravan and you'd think they wouldn't want to play any of our made up modules. We usually only ran seven out of ten games because we wanted to play instead of DM'ing all the time. Now usually the game only has one DM, but we worked as a team because it moved the game along when combat happened or if the adventuring party decided to split up either some time in the wilderness or in some city. When the group got together to play, there would be ten characters, sometimes as many as twenty. As it turned out, about five years later we find out that Peewee had been writing down our adventures when he got home after we done gaming. He's now published SEVEN books on everyone's adventures with us DM'ing and they're ALL dedicated “To two brothers, many thanks.”, with all of them on the New York Times best seller listing of top five books. Last we heard was he was going for a series of movies via Netflix based on his books and is requested quite a bit to attend various fantasy conventions. Word has it these will be done on the quality of Game Of Thrones series.
Hector: okay, okay....but what time frame and I mean when and where did you come up with this music? Aaron looks at me and I fessed up: first year we learned to play in junior high school. You know, after you guys left with us telling you we'd clean up the music room and all of that. Hector and the guys were flabbergasted and wanted to know if we had any more. Aaron tells him, hey, we spent 3 hours trying to remember what we played tonight okay? Notice we didn't say anything about coming up with a lot of other stuff in those three hours and since they didn't ask..... Like W.C. Fields once said, there's a sucker born every minute....and needing to work as guards on some caravan or cleaning some city sewer system.
Well, Saturday rolls around and the band has their stuff packed and ready to take off with us providing steaks (from you know whom) and fresh veggies to cook on their two hibachi's and small propane stove. After eating, we were all layed back and I casually ask Hector how confession was and he says I was right, confession was good for the soul. That's when I looked at Aaron and he nodded his head in agreement. So we walked over to Maria (Hector's sister) and had a private chat with her and couldn't believe us at first, so when we asked Hector how long he'd spent in the confession booth, he said he wasn't really sure, but who keeps track of time when you're doing this? We looked at Maria who had shocked look on her face, then marched right up to Hector and said you NEVER went to confession after telling these two you would? I'M TELLING MAMA! Of course, we then said in a sorrowful tone, Oh Hector. Hector looked at us, saying why do I have the feeling I'm going to be doing caravan work again? I said by amazing co-incidence, there's a midnight mass that started 30 minutes ago and the padre will be taking confessions afterwards.....and how many would like to see Hector walking down the isle of the Holy Mother Church to give confession? Everyone did and with the girls following in Annabelle's car and us giving directions, we were at a Catholic church within twenty minutes. Boy, did Hector ever look so down cast. Thing is, Maria and some of the band decided they should give confession too and while that was going on, I hit the nothingness for some money and an envelope. Put one thousand dollars per person going to confession with a note on the envelope saying confession was good for the soul, specially when doing a volume number of people in the church's donation box for candles. Later told Aaron what I had done and he gave me half of the money out of his stash. Afterwards, Aaron and I pulled Maria off to one side and said this is for Hector. He is NOT to know about it until you get on the road to your next gig and gave her several large yellow office envelopes. She wanted to know what they were and said just give them to Hector like we asked okay. She said okay, but told us to be careful of our new girlfriends as they may not be what they seem to be. In those three hours, we came up with eighteen other songs (no lyrics) which we put on music paper. Hector would play them and eventually got the ear of a talent agent with six of the songs (with his lyrics) going gold, eight going platinum. Thru the years, Aaron and I would get together and come up with more stuff and mail it off to Poppa (Hectors dad) saying it was for Hector and me casa su casa. So Hector and his band became famous and rich not just because of our music, but because of his drive and passion for music. We also said we gave him all rights to this music but if he ever mentioned our names, there would be no more so don't kill the golden goose.
After completing confession and just before the band left for another gig, both of us were shocked when Maria gave both of us a hug and a kiss on a cheek. Why? Seems while the band was popular where ever went, they were barely making it between cost of fuel, having to replace 2 tires, buying food, instruments Hector had bought and of course, having to pay everyone something for being in the band. Their playing this week was the FIRST time they REALLY made money as a band. We talked it over after they left and a week later, Hector was to find an envelope with five thousand dollars in cash stuck inside his pillow case with this note on the envelope: at times I do more than listen when one is confessing. Aaron did the calligraphy. Of course, with some new music from us, Hector later jacked up his prices for the band to play. He ended up marrying Nina and they have three kids with Maria (Hectors sister) watching him like a hawk for awhile just to make sure he stayed on the straight and narrow while the band was on the road and making a name for themselves. Funny thing about it, he became a real family man and father. Some times you strike gold big time your first time getting married.
So now we had to get Javier Abril Espinoza and of course get paid WITHOUT getting caught or leaving a trace of who we were. He was real easy to get even though this meant taking the two women he had in bed with him. Of course, when they hit the floor of the nothingness, that woke 'em up, but two more bits of nothingness under the ladies who suddenly found themselves out in the courtyard of his place. This is when Aaron said we outta give the FBI a little bit more for their money considering what they're offering reward wise on this guy and what did I think? Asked him what was he talking about and said since this guy's involved in drugs, there's gotta be a bunch of it somewhere nearby, right? Made sense, so we started looking and found A LOT of it. Now marijuana was something we weren't interested in because so many states have made it legal. But white stuff in bags and bricks? That has to be cocaine or maybe crack and of course it was stored in a couple of different places. We didn't know at the time how much we got, but the newspapers quoted the FBI saying he'd been caught with over a ton of the stuff! Of course, the FBI wasn't saying squat about them finding him in one of their cells or how he got from Mexico to the U.S. Now you may be wondering why were we doing this extra bit of work? How about the reward being up to TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS! Which is what we figured was only fair considering we gave the FBI a whole bunch of drugs that never made it to the streets. So now we had to get busy figuring out where all these money drops were going to be and of course, getting pay phones that weren't near any FBI/police stations and then printing up instructions of these places, times, etc., then delivering the first of many to Agents Peabody and Asaro. Thing is, finding payphones was kind of difficult until we realized that ALL 7-11's had one in the front of the store. As to street mail boxes, we went for big towns because there would be a lot of shadows and reflections in windows for example.
Now this was something we had to REALLY think over as there's NO WAY all that money would EVER fit in a mailbox at one time......or would it? Yes, we could have the FBI start dumping the money into a mailbox with us having it drop before us in the nothingness, but we still worried what if they but a bug of some kind mixed in with the bills? We were also going for multiple drops, twenty in all and it was going to take us A LONG TIME to check each bundled stack of bills. So we hit TEN Dollar Tree stores and bought all the bags of rubber bands they had. It took us two days to figure everything out, with the first one being we wanted to get back asap, which meant not going to classes for up to a week. Think this was when both of us started thinking maybe getting a college education and going to work for Gold Coast was not to be. I mean, with this kind of money we could start our own company. But we'd still need a cover, which meant at least working part time as temps. So we printed out the FBI's wanted poster on this guy (using gloves, etc. of course) and on the back of it, we said we wanted twenty million for his capture, but also it was getting a bonus of the drugs. We figured we'd finish school for the year and of course, work part time at the book depository. We also had to think about changing courses for the following year. Taking business classes in case we wanted to start our own company.
Now the girls were going to be a problem because they went looking for us during lunch time twice and when they didn't find us, they came over after their classes were over. We showed them the letter from the school which upset them and said we were working a swing/graveyard shift for the week in order to get extra money. Wasn't our fault they thought we were working full time via a temp agency was it? Asked if they understood and they did. Kind of surprised us when they came over during lunch time and not only taking us out, but also bringing pizza over while paying for our meals. Yeah, we felt kind of bad about this considering the amount of money we had stashed, but what could we do? They offered to bring our homework assignments, etc. to us again which really helped us out.
We talked it over and decided to change our plans as far as getting our money. We ended up using SIX mail boxes in one city alone for each of the three million being paid that day and also bought a bunch of cheap, pay as you go cell phones from Safeway which had a sale on them for ten dollars each. Of course, we hit all the Safeways we could in different states, paying cash. Since Agents Peabody and Asaro worked out so well, we added more lady agents to our list to be contacted and of course, make payments. What helped us was there were at least several hundred of them which probably drove the leaders of the agency and male agents crazy wondering why women were being chosen. To be a little more diverse, we added women working as technicians in their labs. Man, we REALLY had to hustle that week getting our money that week and decided that we had enough for awhile....we needed the rest as we still had homework to do. Think about it...we had to get THREE MILLION DOLLARS (total) dumped into these mail boxes PER DAY, with the last payment of two million on the seventh day. Of course, we had different times and locations specified when the drops were to be made. As to the mail in the mail boxes, dropped all of it thru out several post offices in those cities where the money drops occurred.
Anyone out there remember Walt Disney's cartoon about the three little pigs and the big bad wolf? When we got our last payment, Aaron and I joined hands and while doing a kind of two little pig jig, began singing we're in the money song from the 1930's. I think it was then that it really hit us....much like the same reaction people got when they found out they hit the lottery for the big one. One of the things we did later was set up scholarships for not only our brothers and sisters, but others. We called it I Have A Dream, you know from the speech Doctor Martin Luther King gave.
We decided to leave calling cards if you will, much like Paladin had on that old tv series. We bought twenty-one, six GB thumb drives and MP3 players from different Office Depots and Office Max's that were in another cities and states. It took us awhile to figure out what we wanted, but we came up with a list. First was The Lone Rangers theme from the tv series which we figured would get attention really quick. Then it was the Mission Impossible theme, followed by Underdog, Dudley do-right, then the closing soundtrack of The Outer Limits. We cleaned more than one Dollar Tree out of their stock of that blue putty stuff. You know, put a couple of pieces on a photo for example and then stick the photo to the wall, but in this case the thumb drives and MP3 players were stuck on the wall of a empty FBI cell. Figured this would help them realize something was askew. Thing is, they (the FBI and Homeland Security) got stupid...either one or both agencies decided to put bugs in our money on the last two money drops!? This was NOT right. We did two things: one was print up a note and leaving it in a FBI cell with our MP3 player playing our music. It stated that due to the FBI's infidelity and gratefully accepting our help in capturing some of their ten most wanted individuals, the Underdog organization would no longer have dealings with said agency....and sent a copy of this note to all the women who had been getting our notes and making the money drops. And frankly, we were kind of glad to get back to a normal routine....as in going back to school, lunches with the girls, etc. Well, the week after getting that twenty million, Stevie (book deposit company supervisor) called saying he had a partial swing shift available which would be four hours a day, three times a week, Monday, thru Wednesday. We accepted and the girls didn't care because we'd be free Friday night and of course, weekends.
We were happy....LOTS of money, hot girlfriends, no problems with school....but we had gotten used to the chase. I mean, capturing wanted criminals. The other thing was we knew some of our friends were having money problems, They were like us, working while also taking classes, but a tooth ache which ended up having to be pulled throws your financial plans out the window.....IF don't have the money or a medical plan. Driving a car with tires needing replacing was another, having the money to buy a spare tire or make a car insurance payment. In some cases we left cash, others pre-paid debit cards in different denominations with the amount and pin number written on it. In the case of the tire, we took the blown spare, had a new tire put on it, then put it back in the trunk, writing see inside by chalk on the outside of the trunk. And left two hundred dollars on the new tire with the words just in case written on the tire. And if you're wondering, we ALWAYS wore gloves when doing this.
Well, there we were sitting in our livingroom and even though we were working part time, things SHOULD of been looking REALLY good for us. Our downer? Officer Flannigan getting shot a SECOND TIME while stopping a convenience store robbery, along with the store clerk. Thing is, he was off duty at the time and didn't have his police radio on him. Two of the three robbers got away with law enforcement REALLY looking for them, but it was believed they left the state. Law enforcement at first only had stills of these three from the store video of their attempted robbery, but later, junior high school photos were shown on the news. Officer Flannigan spent a week in the hospital with us sending him some flowers along with two gift cards: from Starbucks and a local doughnut shop. Yeah, I know....stereo typing, but meant in a tongue and cheek way. He was now off the street and pushing paper work at the police station, something both of us figured was driving him crazy after working the streets for so long.
We were home when I muttered something about it only being a matter of time before these punks were caught by law enforcement and put away for a long time. This is when Aaron said why and I said why what. He said if they're out of state, who knows WHEN they'll be caught or if they haven't already robbed and maybe even killed someone or someones while doing so again? That did bother me...a lot and realized what Aaron was talking about, so asked him did he mean WE should go after these two? He said yes. That it was time for us to man up so to speak...I mean, look what you did in helping that lady in the hospital garage and the two of us helping that policeman to the hospital. And of course, the money we got from the FBI and a couple of its ten most wanted. It was a lot quicker doing it our way than waiting for an ambulance to get help for him which would of only occurred AFTER those gangbangers were dealt with. Or trying to explain to Officer Flannigan what we could do before getting his permission or okay. As it is, the police were still looking for us because I left a blood smear from the wounded officer on the ladies bathroom door and both of us left smears from under the emergency room gurney and floor that day. Good news was no fingerprints because we had been wearing gloves, bad news was there were video cameras in that emergency room and who knows where else in that hospital. With all our gear on (including motorcycle helmets), all they could come up with was come up with height estimations of us. Then of course, there were the two girls we rescued, the gangbangers and all those guns they had been using. I said let's do it. We replaced ALL of our clothing and gloves, even our shoes and socks because we simply didn't know if there was a spot of blood or something on any of them for possible DNA use. And if you're wondering, we kept using the same pair of socks, though we'd wash 'em of course, but still kept them separate in the nothingness or light with everything else. We put these things in a large plastic bag and tossed everything into a volcano.
----------------------------------- Because it's Thanksgiving and no, no chapter 22 tomorrow either which is now at 15 pages. And the girls can't decide to go to ----- or -----, ------. And Verbosh is a D&D city module that I used on my nephews and their friends way back when.
------------------------------- Forgot to add that the people and the crimes they've committed are real. Taken from the FBI's 10 most wanted list via FBI's website. Names changed of course.
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Post by texican on Nov 23, 2018 13:27:17 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the chapter....
I enjoy your writing....
The two brothers are smarter than they look, but you have left out details as to how they look, so how smart can they be?.?.?.?
Now us guys know how the two girlfriends look for we remember being young looking at the girls that we would never have a chance with in high school and college since they were so conceited, but found that most good looking guys were more conceited, but being guys you could always have fun together and listen to their bragging.... If these guys did all that they bragged about, then they would not have had time for anything else....
Did find the not so lovely young ladies were more fun....
Ah, Chapter 22 soon?.?.?.?
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 23, 2018 22:22:04 GMT -6
In the first couple of chapters, some where I mentioned The Shadow is black, Aaron is Asian American. Aaron's dad was in the Air Force, stationed in South Korea where he met his future wife which I also gave some background info on. And remember The Shadow mentioning one of his kin was a Buffalo Soldier and being former slaves? Always figured The Shadow being something like 5' 10", while Aaron's quite a bit smaller, as somewhere between The Shadow's armpit/top of his shoulder. Thing is, when Ginger wears heels, she's slight taller by at least an inch or more than Aaron. As to the boys clothing, they wear what they wore thru out junior/high school: tennis shoes w/Velcro straps, jeans and t-shirts all from Target, Walmart and Kmart.
The "fanciest" clothing they have are the suits, ties, etc. their parents bought them when they graduated from high school...remember, this is what they wore on their first date with the girls to see that suck a$$ chick flick. And no doubt they probably both privately preened like peacocks when they got home with their new clothing from mom & dad....not that either would admit this even to each other.
As to dealing with bad guys, dressing the same as they always have, but bought 2 used thrift store jackets just in case thing got rough, as in some cases like the police officer they took the emergency room, they got some of his blood on the jackets. And they're always wearing those latex and rubber gloves while dealing with evil doers to face Lady Justice. And mentioned they wear motorcycle helmets in case someone lucks out and hits them in the head.
Just started on the 16th page, with three things happening in it. Officer Flannigan is back as I said before and after checking, it's 5 pages long. The girls try to "help" the boys and now, they're in Amarillo. Since those 2 are not complete, at least you know they're the other 11 pages and waiting to be finished.
As far as being smart, in some ways they are due to watching NCIS and other shows like it....but especially NOT in dealing with women. Because of what the boys have been doing, the FBI & Homeland Security will enter the picture. To everyone, they're just a couple of college boys struggling money wise to save money for next years college tuition which is why they're working at the book depository. Just haven't figured out where/when this is going to happen, but Agent Charmin will be involved.
If anyone's notice, they haven't spent any money on themselves since buying that refurbished computer, etc. They're quite happy with that stuff and they're giving it away now to those who need it. They still shop at Walmart, etc. and check the weekly sales at the various grocery stores. Between the girls, the police, school and working, they haven't had much time to work on their D&D modules which is kind of bumming them out. So something else for me to write up.
I honestly don't know if 22 will be ready by next Friday, but it should be by Dec. 7th and very probably be 1 chapter ahead of the moar hounds & bears. The Amarillo thing was going very nicely, thank you very much but then I got to thinking WAIT A MINUTE, would the boys REALLY let this go down? So mulling that over and if need be, will simply chop off about 1/2 page. Like I said earlier, was looking at going two ways about it, went for the second and was just cranking the story out till I hit that iceberg. (No, the iceberg is NOT story chum) And already decided the boys are gong to be REALLY busy during the summer since all they have to do is work 3 days a week at the book depository. Especially when their school friend Hacker gets back to them with what's on those thumb drives, etc. Which means newspaper people will become involved....the boys aren't too big on tv "news" people. Maybe even give some stuff to Wikileaks?
Hope this helps. Any questions, any answers?
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Post by texican on Nov 24, 2018 0:04:21 GMT -6
I honestly don't know if 22 will be ready by next Friday, but it should be by Dec. 7th and very probably be 1 chapter ahead of the moar hounds & bears.
WillC,
Be assured that all chapters will be readily devoured by the Moar Hounds....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 30, 2018 2:32:35 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 22
We downloaded and printed the photos released from the police web site. Aaron went into the light and while I hit the nothingness, Aaron found his man first. They had split up so we got together to talk things over at our place. For one thing, we found out that these three were actually part of a ORGANIZED (more or less) gang, with what are called chapters(?) in other cities and states. We were going to school while working part time at the book distribution company which really didn't leave us much time when you had to sleep, study, turn in your school assignments, have lunch with the girls and taking the girls out Friday thru Sunday and though when we didn't go to any REAL bar, it was starting to irritate them, which along with them wanting us to play for them, was the beginning of our being blue pill “men”.
We now had a coffee table (seven dollars via Goodwill) in the livingroom and we decided we'd treat this like a D&D adventure, not that it was of course. For one thing, we WERE'NT going to go running blindly into a dungeon because who knows what kind of tricks and traps there were inside, along with of course, monsters. Though these monsters were two legged and depending on how tough/bad these people were, we gave them nicknames of trolls, undead, goblins, etc. with the toughest ones called dragons. One thing we didn't want to do is leave any bad guy in the nothingness or the light with their hands free or holding a gun or some kind of weapon even if none could see or hear us. One thing we did was hitting Harbor Freight for more bags of those long, strong zip ties and practiced on each other so we'd KNOW how many to use, the quickest and best way to do this BEFORE we started our adventures. The problem at the time was Aaron using mirrors to get in and out of the light, but we tried other things as time went by. In the nothingness, we found our two men. One was sleeping in a darkened bedroom and it was no problem to drop him into the nothingness, zap him with a taser, then zip tie him up. I started checking walls out of habit because of JT's dads place and bingo. Found handguns and rifles stashed UNDER the house, while drugs were in the attic area and behind a religious rug of Mary with baby Jesus in her arms which was hung on a wall. And got a scare because as we were grabbing these drugs into the nothingness, one of us must of bumped it with someone saying they saw the rug move! Fortunately, we got the drugs before a gangbanger (they were thinking mice) pulled it aside and they were NOT happy suddenly finding their drugs gone. We'd of snatched them too, but wanted the other gangbanger.
We needed knowledge or as some would say, background intelligence and since officer Flannigan was at the police station all the time, who better to ask? But NOT in person of course as we figured what if he or someone starts to wonder about a couple of college boys that he knew, now asking about gangs in town and suddenly they're appearing all tied up or simply missing? Yes, it was a long shot but you don't survive some of the dungeons we explored as kids by being careless. Spielberg and Lucas.....they're rank amateurs telling a story when it came to us kids and our imaginations playing D&D back in the day.
Did some research on gangs, not that there was a whole lot unless you were a really big gang like the bloods, cripes, etc. in big cities like Portland, L.A., NYC, Chicago, etc. And while there were gangs here, they didn't make the news too much, at least like they do in those other cities. Friday was a slow day for us, with only two classes and of course, still only working three days a week at the book depository so we weren't working there that day. Went with Aaron into the light where he found Officer Flannigan, calling out to him. Officer Flannigan sighed and said can't a man even take a sh*t in private? Of course, Aaron was using voice alternator but this time we told him we were the species known as Metronome's. Aaron said fare thee well for it is apparent that your species no longer needs or want assistance in getting medical help when needed or delivering the wicked and evil to stand before lady justice for judgment. THAT got Officer Flannigan's attention and he kept saying wait a minute, wait a minute. When he came out of the stall, we saw he was using a cane because one of the bullets hit his leg. Officer Flannigan wanted to know where he (Aaron) was at, with Aaron repeating we are Metronome's from another plane of existence, we woke up under the mountain, etc. Officer Flannigan said I don't believe I'm listening to this, but you did help a fellow officer, give us those gang members and rid of us that dirty cop. So how about showing yourselves so I can shake your hands in person? We were ready for that.....with my voice alternator, said we weren't what you would call human and remember the skeleton hand/partial arms used at JT's dads place? We put some latex rubber on parts of them with a little red water paint paint and SLOWLY put both hands out thru the mirror and Officer Flannigan let out with a loud Jesus Christ. Which is when two officers walked into the bathrooms who asked him if he was having some sort of religious revival. This was when Officer Flannigan walked out, muttering to himself about having a possible mental breakdown.
We left the light because of no mirrors in the police station other than the bathrooms or inside their wall lockers. Hello nothingness, where I quickly found Officer Flannigan sitting at a desk. Aaron hissed at him TWICE and when he didn't respond, I simply reached out to grab and release his ankle. He VIOLENTLY shoved himself away from the desk and in doing so, actually fell backwards and onto the floor while in his chair. Other officers quickly ran over to help him up, asking what was wrong. He said for some reason he thought a rat the size of a shetland pony had crossed his ankles and SLOWLY came near the desk and he whispered was that you? Aaron said yes and Officer Flannigan said PLEASE don't do that again...it gives me the heebee jeebee's. We both had to stifle our laughter because he was checking his pants leg for “alien dimensional flesh” that might have been left on it. I said he needed to get a police car, wait for a few minutes in the vehicle at which point we'd contact him again. Once in the police car, Aaron started telling him we had both robbery/shooting suspects along with some drugs, guns and where did he want them delivered to? THAT got his attention. But he needed to go to a store to buy a six inch round mirror and some clay at which point he was to mount it on his police car dash. Strange, but he didn't ask why, which is what we wanted. I mean after all, would YOU talk to your co-workers or superiors about being in contact with alien beings from another dimension? You need to remember it had been about a year, maybe more since everyone started getting changed with people like Superman, The Flash doing their thing and of course, Ben starting to do his thing along with others. Imagine the GOVERNMENTAL chaos alone if Officer Flannigan had talked with anyone about us....earth now has ALIENS from another dimension here? Sounds a lot more ominous than mutant terrorists doesn't it?
Even though we were in the light, we had a narrow view of everything, so we had him buy two more mirrors that were sightly larger along with clay to hold them in place. These mirrors were placed to the left and right of the center mirror. Now we had great views to go with his running commentary. Boy, all this gang stuff was new to us, including how they mark their territories with gang signs, along with how many gangs there were in town. But also, how so few could make life so miserable for so many with robberies, car jackings, etc. When Officer Flannigan asked when were the police to get those two guys, we told him same place as that dirty cop and drug dealer were found, but at nine pm tonight. We had them there at eight thirty pm and made sure no one was either in the alley or wanted to come down it. Scary moaning noises and when you see a set of bloody, skeletal arms and hands come reaching out for you from a wall..... And Officer Flannigan didn't tell anyone either....he simply drove his car to that place. And yes, we had checked the surrounding buildings for possible cameras and officers ahead of time. Now doing this made us short time wise as the girls wanted to go out to another movie and one time we had no sooner finished dressing than they're knocking on the door!
A few days later, Officer Flannigan was informed we wanted another tour of the city with his commentary again on what and who we were seeing. Same time, same police car and all he said was okay. The next day we ducked the girls after classes via a mirror in one of the bathrooms and into the light to be with Officer Flannigan, but this time we were doing things differently after having talked it over the previous night. This time we asked him to base the badness of these people on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worse. There were a lot of tens and of course, none having done any real jail time. Those that had, apparently take pride in this? Told him we would be back in several days as others needed our help with us thinking of the girls of course. As I wrote earlier, we were going at this as D&D adventurers and quickly found out that we needed more and better equipment along with more intel. Never know when you'd need an extra vial or three of holy water, fifty feet of rope or flasks of oil. We had gone to a local pawn shop for a digital camera and with pen and notebook, we started writing down information on these people, gangs and photographing all the tens when we were with Officer Flannigan. We went to several Harbor Freight, Dollar Tree and ninety-nine cents or more stores for even more additional zip ties, nitrate gloves from Harbor freight and us buying ten cases of bear spray (twelve to a case). Buying all this stuff (out of state) took took up our spare time between classes, homework, having lunch with the girls and working. We spent a thousand or so for all this stuff, taking us several days with all of it being stored in the nothingness and light. Quality bear spray is NOT cheap. Then riding with Officer Flannigan for six....3 during the day, three nights with us buying an infrared capable camera from another pawn shop...of course, all this stuff was bought in person, in different states. This took us a little over two weeks with me losing three pounds, but this time Aaron lost four. So we started eating a bit more and more consciously. We also decided we needed to start going to a gym, in this case the 24/7, usually the one here in town. Found out later on this seemed to help keep the sudden weight loses down.
With everything ready to go and stashed in the light and nothingness, we were finally ready after working Wednesday night and with even more time available on Thursday. With printouts of the tens we had taken photos of, we got rid of twenty-five of them those two evenings along with a bunch of drugs and guns. Most were Hispanics this time, with us keeping their money which we gave away later on. That Friday, Officer Flannigan got notified that there were a lot of guns and drugs inside a empty storage unit and no, we didn't rent it either. Since it was empty, figured the owner wouldn't mind and besides, he was quite happy to rent the unit out to Officer Flannigan who “happened” to have his personal camcorder running and “discovering” all this stuff. Friday, it was movie night with the girls and Saturday they conned us into going to another bar, but this time it was serving liquor. We hit the roof and the girls couldn't understand, but all of us got really, really lucky in that we had no sooner left the place that about a dozen police cars with their lights flashing raided the place. Tokyo Roe's Sushi Bar lost its license for serving liquor to minors (college students) and of course, they all got tickets and later had to appear in court about it. The girls were ever so happy that we didn't get busted. We could only imagine what our folks would think if this had happened to us.
As to these thugs, since they were Hispanic they spoke or should of known how to speak Spanish, because we sent all of them to countries in the far southern parts of south America. Such as Parinacota and Aguila Islet, Diego Ramirez Islands both in Chile. Then there was Mina Pirquitas in Argentina. Cerro de Pasco, Juliaca both in Peru. Oruro, Bolivia, Papalla Cta, Ecuador along with putting others on Cook Island in South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands and Darwin Islands, Gala Pagosi Islands in Ecuador. We found more abandoned military bases in the south Pacific left over from World War Two via Google. As for white thugs, they went to South Africa and if you read the news how whites are being treated by the blacks there..... The best place we found was North Korea......you see, they have A LOT of hotels for tourists, not that many people go there, so there were a lot of empty rooms. We simply dropped them into empty rooms, along with doing the same with some others, but in alleys in Havana, Cuba. According to the records we kept, we “deported” if you will, three hundred and eighty-six people in just under two months time....and crime dropped ninety-three percent! We were able to do lot more crime fighting once school was over.
Now I'm sure everyone's saying wait a minute, wait a minute....even the Fumbling Bureaucratic Idiots and Homeland Security should have been aware of something with these people disappearing, right? Local law enforcement wasn't saying a word...they just quietly presented all the guns and drugs to the court when some of these people were prosecuted. We kept leaving drugs, guns and thugs in various places for them to be “found” by Officer Flannigan who told us he told his superiors he had some really good “snitches” working for him, along with anonymous tips from “concerned citizens”. His superiors weren't about to contest or question him in this matter and shortly afterwards, he got a promotion to detective to work whatever case HE wanted! Of course, Officer Flannigan was not happy in thinking we had killed these people because we “had become judge, jury and executioner” and that he had become part of all of this. That is, until using our cameras in the light and nothingness, we printed photos of these “deportees” with date, time and of course, showing them in a nondescript city. He was actually quite happy with our solutions because in many case, no long trials or having to keep, feed, etc. them in prison. Since so many countries south of the U.S. kept coming here illegally, he thought it was only right that these countries get a taste of their own medicine. With so many people disappearing, we expanded our gangbanger operations which we got help from Officer Flannigan. He gave us names and photos of other officers in bigger cities such as L.A., Chicago and New York City. Since every officer had a locker in the police station, we simply left a note for each of them where the drugs, etc. would be, with the gangbangers either zip tied to a telephone pole or a rental shed the officer was going to rent. And capturing these gangbangers, car jackers, etc. was easy enough. Crime started dropping, but now the newspapers and tv stations across the nation were starting to comment on how effective the police had become with their gang busting units. Of course, the police weren't saying a word how it was done. And they won EVERY case when presented before a judge or jury. The various DA's were quite happy in getting so many open and shut convictions.
Want to know what'll scare to poo out of someone? We were checking out some gang-bangers to see what they were up to and all they could talk about was how everyone was either getting busted or simply disappearing. That this had to be some kind of Death Wish vigilante or maybe a bunch of 'em and how it was putting the hurt on them selling their drugs, car jacking, etc. And how illegal this was?! One of us, using our voice modulators, would tell them keep talking and not changing your ways....and YOU'LL BE NEXT! Of course, we're using the light and the nothingness, depending on where we were at. Next thing you know, the rest of them are running for their lives out of that house, apartment or while on the street. They THOUGHT they'd be safe on the streets, but when our voices came from the shadow of a tree, telephone pole, under a mail box, etc. and actually there were a couple of times we found one of the people the police wanted. And to see someone being yanked and disappear into a wall, under a couch or into a telephone poles shadow.... And it didn't bother us to bear spraying some people as an added incentive to remain on the right side of the law. Graffiti pretty much stopped for at least awhile in some cities. Bear spray coming from your own shadow to hit you in the face will make you think twice.
We also started becoming more involved with the FBI and it's ten most wanted, along with more lady FBI agents. We'd both admit we favored Agent Peabody over the other lady agents which lead to several of the upper echelon male bosses either suddenly retiring or being demoted as regular agents with OUR lady agents getting promoted in their place even though they didn't have the years of experience of those male bosses. Why? Because those guys got stupid and actually started planting bugs in with OUR reward money. They were about to learn NOT to mess with experienced DM's and D&D explorers. So we bought two, hand held PROFESSIONAL movie cameras along with a bunch of max recording chips then proceeded to record those fumbling bureaucratic idiot and Homeland Security bosses not only showing the inside of their buildings, but the bosses themselves and with their families in their homes! We left a note for each of “our” lady agents explaining why the Underdog organization would not do any more business with the FBI until the following FBI bosses either retired, terminated or demoted to ordinary agent along with being sent to awful places like Montana which we understood to be a dead end place for an agents career, with some of “our” agents taking their place. Then left a recording chip with each note. Boy, talk about chaos within the FBI. When we had time, we watched them trying to find cameras, recording devices, etc. in their buildings and homes, not that they found any of course. Two weeks later, massive retirement paperwork was accepted, with “our” agents getting BIG promotions which really ticked off senior agents. We caught some of them taking smack about the ladies and how they'd make them look incompetent, so we recorded those conversations, leaving “our” agents chips to watch. The ladies were all shocked when these notes and chips would be found by them in their purses or the jacket they were wearing.
------------------------------------ Sorry for only 6 pages but at least it's something, right? 22 has been split into 3 parts, this being one of them. 23 is just barely into being 7 pages, 24 should be 8, maybe either 9 or 10. And got a 25 partially written. Want to keep each chapter whole for everyone when possible when writing any story. And if I gave any more chum away, you'll be getting too fat.
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Post by texican on Nov 30, 2018 16:57:09 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the chapter....
The boys are off on a tare....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 30, 2018 20:49:22 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxM1tjTvFAcwww.youtube.com/watch?v=mW3Ay9FRyeMwww.youtube.com/watch?v=ktrU5IJTKKg&list=PLkqZBL1-bN2Pg7C9o4tRon9b-twrhqOx8----------------------------- Forgot to put this music with 22.....this happens in 23. The fourth piece is only part of it and of course when you read the chapter, everyone will understand. As to 24, think I got it now. Problem was I wasn't thinking normally. I needed to have a raging case of syphilis and gonorrhea while at the same time be 5 times over the legal limit in any state for being drunk while also having snorted a pound or two of cocaine along with having multiple personalities disorder and it being my time of month. In other words, think like a woman. And looking for a photo I took as a truck driver in Amarillo many years ago to post here. Checked Google and strangely, there isn't one available. Hopefully I will be able to as for some reason, haven't been able to post meme's lately for some reason, but can with Youtube videos.
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Post by texican on Dec 4, 2018 22:23:59 GMT -6
OK WillC, It has been days since Moar.... Now how can you not respond to the begging of a baby and a little boy?.?.?.? Remember the Moar Hounds are starving out here waiting for Moar.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Dec 5, 2018 7:25:15 GMT -6
uuhhh....cuz it ain't Friday? And from the Dragonslayer movie....Hodge: Ah, so it's a test you're looking for. We don't do tests! 23 is 8 pages, but want to proof read it again just to make sure I got it right. 24 is 12, but because I'm still adding to it, it may be a split chapter. Also got another piece of music I'm thinking of using as part of a future chapter, but no posting of it cuz you'll be peeking behind the DM's screen.
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Post by texican on Dec 5, 2018 12:48:52 GMT -6
uuhhh....cuz it ain't Friday?
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Post by willc453 on Dec 6, 2018 14:27:09 GMT -6
This one's for everyone. Unable to post meme's for the past couple of months for unknown reasons, even though texican could during the same time frame. Asked mnn2300 (site owner) about this and was told he thought we had reached our limit. Thought it over and wondered if there was an INDIVIDUAL limit? There is...went to plot ideas, getting rid a lot of the meme's I posted there for my sex doll thoughts, then able to post another meme with no trouble. Chapter 23 is 8 pages, 24 is 9 and split with more of it going to 25. It's 5 pages and being worked right now. Attachments:
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Post by texican on Dec 6, 2018 23:04:05 GMT -6
getting rid a lot of the meme's I posted there for my sex doll thoughts
WillC,
Sex doll thoughts!!!!
You definitely dance to a different drummer....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Dec 6, 2018 23:37:09 GMT -6
getting rid a lot of the meme's I posted there for my sex doll thoughtsWillC, Sex doll thoughts!!!! You definitely dance to a different drummer.... Texican.... -----------------------------------------------------------------Mom once remarked that while everyone marches to a different drummer, I have my own d*mn band. It's still a few hours away before Friday, but what the heck, don't think anyone's going to complain. While stationed in Panama (Air Force) was chosen to be a sponsor to a guy coming into our squadron. Didn't know if the guy was married or not, so he got TWO welcoming letters from me what it was like down there and what to expect. Believe me, the 2nd letter had the really good stuff in it if he was single. It had to be reviewed, with the squadron commander actually giving me a letter for a "unique and innovative sponsor letter", which unfortunately I don't have any more. Oh yeah....I was NEVER chosen again to be anyone's sponsor for some reason.
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Post by willc453 on Dec 6, 2018 23:47:00 GMT -6
Chapter 23 The Affected: The Shadow
Ah, our girlfriends....of course we were crazy about them. Thing is, at the time we were beta males. I mean, they were our FIRST girlfriends and had NO idea what to expect and honestly, what to do though we went for a lot of kissing when possible and holding hands. I mean, we were so ignorant we hadn't even put our arms around their waists thinking it might be too forward in our relationship. Now Aaron and I had heard from our friends starting in the first year of junior high school about “going all the way” and baseball terms such as getting to first base with a girl. I mean, it's not like girls come with a handbook of some kind so when a girl says one thing, a guy is suppose to understand she means something entirely else? Our friends in junior and high school who had girlfriends seemed to be happy, so shouldn't we be too? Well, we were....in the beginning. And to be honest, we knew they (our girls) had been having sex, so.....
It was about a week after Hector and the band left town that the girls started hitting on us...as in wanting us to play for them during lunch. We didn't want to as we were kind of busy between school, work, etc. but they got us to bring ONE instrument each to play when we had lunch together whether it was at school or Scoopers. And then of course, it happened....we started drawing people in to listen to us EVERY time we played. Then the girls wanted us to bring all four instruments during lunch time and we thought we had a way out....you know, we'd have to take city bus, find a place to store them while we're in class, etc., etc. That did NOT work out as planned because they said we could store our instruments in their cars?! Told you girls were sneaky. Thing is, we were slow to realize that the reason we weren't getting the kisses and even holding their hands for awhile was because we kept refusing those first few times. It wasn't until we said okay, okay and played, THEN things got back to normal as far as kissing and holding hands went. We never heard any of our friends having to go thru this, so again it was all new to us. Then it was wanting us to play at bars where liquor wasn't being sold. By an “amazing” coincidence, that place would have an open music night for anyone who wanted to play. Only thing the bar usually provided was maybe a piano. Met musicians and sometimes we'd get together to jam at the bar. Job offers to play on a regular basis came in from the owners, but we declined which didn't make the girls happy and we were to suffer for it. No music playing, no hand holding, etc. We were both starting to wonder about our relationships with the girls...like were we now some sort of trophy to them to show off and brag about to their friends and complete strangers in a bar? What kind of surprised us was other girls giving us the eye AND trying to talk to us, something REALLY entirely new to us. But the girls.....well, they weren't having ANY of this going down and caught heck from them even though we hadn't done anything except be polite and talk with those other girls. Which was kind of funny because the girls were the only ones we had eyes for. Why didn't they understand this?
Then we started having money troubles. No, not that we ran amuck with all that reward money...it was simply having to explain where we got the money to eat out with the girls on a regular basis because they always insisted on going dutch thinking this would help us out money wise. But eating out is NOT cheap either. Remember how it was a treat for us before we got so much money? The girls were getting tired of Scoopers, so we ended up going to other places like Dorsia, Los Pollos Hermanos, The Three Broomsticks, The Iron Horse, Omletteville, Mr. Smiley's, Pizza Planet, The Landford Lunchbox and The Crashdown Cafe. Even though we were going dutch, we finally had enough and told the girls we simply couldn't afford to be eating out like this all the time. That we were brown baggers at heart and we could save a lot of money. Not that we specifically mentioned it would be for next years tuition. Wasn't our fault they thought it was, was it? Thing is, we were starting to burn the candle at both ends....going to school, homework, taking the girls out, working and of course, bringing evil and wicked people to justice. Anyway, that's how we ended up not only brown bagging, but then playing during lunch time at school.
With crime having taken a dump so to speak, with Officer Flannigan and other law enforcement peoples help, we started working other cities such as Chicago and New York City, especially in the summer when school was over. At first, we spent a lot of time cleaning up Chicago, including taking care of bad cops which had a PROFOUND influence on many of them afterwards. Law enforcement officers NEVER had anything to fear from us and more than one got help from us when they were on the street, but bad cops? It got to where the unions could no longer white wash those cops misdeeds..... especially when we had videos of them. That's when the DA's in the different cities got involved because people raised Caine as the local tv stations not only got these videos, people were loading them onto Youtube AND Facebook. The city leaders realized with these kind of cops no longer on the force, they no longer faced massive lawsuit payouts by those the cops had harmed, harassed, etc. And the law enforcement unions couldn't stop or defend these bad cops any more. Drive by shootings dropped big time in both cities with blacks going to North Korea, Hispanics going south and whites to South Africa and other black controlled countries while others suddenly found themselves in jail cells with illegally possessed guns and drugs in another cell. With information from our law enforcement contacts, we went up the food chain so to speak, in getting those who imported these illegal items. We spent a little more time in NYC simply because of that Korean restaurant, a pizza place and a hot dog stand, while in Chicago it was a submarine sandwich place. It got bad for us for awhile because we weren't hitting the gym like we should have been doing, so started losing weight again.
So now we find ourselves brown bagging it for lunch at school, BUT then the girls INSISTED we play at least TWO musical pieces during this time?! We thought we'd shame the girls the third time we had to do this, but once again girls are sneaky. Are girls born with sneakiness? We got an empty and clean pickle bucket from the cafeteria and put a BIG dollar sign on it near us. We THOUGHT they'd be embarrassed with us doing this and actually having people from time to time tossing in money into it. We averaged twenty dollars or so for those five to eight minutes (total) of playing. We changed some of it into quarters so we could do laundry, the rest we split for spending money. They thought it was cute and would still insist on taking us out to eat once a week?! And there went our hard earned music money. What made it worse? How about they went to the schools music teacher, Dr. (Hector) Berlioz?!
It was during that fourth(?) week of playing during lunch time at school that he, two men and a woman (whom we found to be doctors Andre Previn, Simon Rattle, Elfrida Andre) came walking up and just stood there listening us play. Now we knew they weren't FBI simply because they way they were dressed and no idea who they were. And the lady just wasn't dressed like the lady FBI agents we had been dealing with. Thing is, we still had Agent Charmin and his mutant terrorists rant in the back of our minds. Thing is, THE GIRLS said WE(?!) would take requests using the four instruments we had with us on our third(?) week of playing?! Now, we SHOULD OF known better to give in to them when they went this route, but when they gave us “that look” and being blue pill men, we caved in. So we improvised with what we had to play with and everyone seemed happy with our playing. We did three requested tunes and started packing up our instruments when Dr. Berlioz asked us if we could play him something and told him sorry, but we gotta eat our lunches in the next ten minutes or so, then take off for our next class. He said he understood, then said how about skipping lunch till later and drops a twenty dollar bill in the bucket?! Aaron and I look at each other and that's when Aaron whispers to me city guard; then turns to look at the doctor and the three people with him. I took the twenty from the bucket and gave it back to the doctor, telling him sorry, but we gotta go. That's when he pulls out eighty more dollars, putting one hundred total into the bucket, saying he'd clear things up with our teachers for being late to or missing their class?! When I asked him who he was, he told us. You might of noticed he DIDN'T introduce the three people with him at this time. This is NOT what we wanted to hear because our second (and really crazy) thought was these people MIGHT be from JT's dad even if they didn't look like his typical thug we had dealt with earlier. Besides, who ever heard of a lady she'll beat you up type thug even in a movie?
I looked at Aaron, then the doctor, asking him if he was throwing a gauntlet at our feet with him and the others looking startled. He hadn't thought of it that way but if so, so be it. I said I see your bet and raise it, but since those people with you don't have no money to lay down, they don't get to listen to us. Boy, did that make them mad, with two of them saying they would NEVER pay anyone, anything to play music for them, but the lady said yes, you're right....but she didn't walk away and when the other two see this, they turned right around and said you're NOT getting away with this bs. Told Aaron that I wanted ALL the money he had on him and pulled my own wallet out with us coming up with six hundred-thirty nine dollars and eighty-three cents which we put in the bucket. Then told those four we expect you to EACH match the amount....or as the expression goes; you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk? Schmucks...they'd of had a hard time surviving as first level characters in one of our games in the first two minutes of melee. Of course, they didn't have the money, but we told Dr. Berlioz that we'd take his word we'd be paid IN FULL the next day OR he'd have to pay off what was owed by the other three if they didn't pay off also in full. Of course, we wanted ALL the money they had on them, including pocket change as a down payment. We then wrote down what they'd owe us when it came time to pay off the rest in full. But the doctor thought he'd be sneaky, saying he wanted us to play in his music room, trying out different instruments... unless of course, we could only talk the talk and not walk the walk?! One of the men said we were a pair of cocky sons of b*tches and were going to learn a lesson in life about music and money because NOBODY'S that good no matter what....and he didn't finish his sentence. THAT should of caught our attention, but it didn't at the time.
So with our instruments packed up, the four of us follow those four to the Doctors music room and they had a wide variety of instruments to play. But we told them right up front that Aaron's thing was playing anything with strings or keyboards, while mine was any wind instrument. We each used four different instruments without any trouble, but then one of the men and the woman tried throwing a MAJOR curve ball at us. Aaron was shocked, surprised and basically giddy with delight when he saw the Chinese Guzheng and a Chinese large drum which had been COVERED by a tarp. He was to play it and they'd understand since he hadn't played it before, Aaron could turn down their request but if he did, we lost our bet with them?! He turned to me and gave me our DM signal, so I said oh Little Father, it seems these are not honorable and decent adventurers as we had thought, what shall we ever do? Aaron: do not fear Achmed, my dim witted son, for the gods will guide and protect us both. He saw me hold one finger off to one side where the four of them couldn't see it and he asks Dr. Berlioz if our word was good for this bet since we had taken them for theirs. He looked at them and said he would, but he couldn't afford any more money and we said okay. That's when one of the men said you know what, I'm not only going to enjoy taking your money, but find THE best steak house here in town and....that's when the lady said be careful, be very, very careful as you're being suckered. I put a finger to my lips and shushed her, saying please be quiet will you, you'll scare off our marks. That's when Aaron was asked if he'd ever played a Guzheng before and Aaron said he hadn't, but would you like us to increase our bet by one thousand dollars? Each. That's when they asked how could Aaron play the Guzheng if he'd never played it before. Aaron explained once he heard and saw one playing on Youtube, he wanted to play it but of course couldn't afford one and the school certainly wouldn't buy one, so we kind of, sort of made one.
That got their attention, so Aaron explained using scraps of wood from the wood shop, fishing line, guitar strings and other bits and pieces, we were able to make a replica of one. Not that it played like the real one, but he was happy with it and that was all that mattered to me. The two men said we'll take your i.o.u.'s. IF Dr. Berlioz okays your credit. One thing about the doctor, he did ask us if we REALLY wanted to do this as he did expect us to pay off should we lose. Notice he said the SHOULD we lose. Think he had an idea what was about to happen having paid attention to what the lady had said earlier. The two men took our additional bet. Aaron asked me if I could do the drum part and I said no problem, I mean it's a simple beat and nothing hard like doing Wipeout, right? They didn't have the porcelain piece we wanted, but checked out some ceramic coffee cups, chose one and with some water, got the tone we wanted. The three people wanted to know what we were doing and I told them we got a bet we can play anything......there was NOTHING said about explaining what we were doing before hand. The lady just smiled, but the two men did NOT like our attitude. With the finger picks Aaron got, he was able to check out the Guzheng for about 2 minutes at which time he said he was ready. I said me too. We played Sun Quan the Sun Emperor and everyone's jaws dropped.
Then we asked Dr. Berlioz if he had computer equipment which would not only record music tracks but be able to join them together. He did and we said we're going to play three more pieces, but it'll take some time for everyone to hear it. Yeah, we were kind of ticked, but this time we were REALLY going to strut our stuff. The doctor had to show us how to work his equipment which took about fifteen minutes and then we said we were ready. Used a french horn to make and record several tracks, along Aaron doing the drum beat on one of the school drums and when I was done, had completed Viva La Vida. Aaron did the same with his guitar, playing ecstasy of gold. All together, it took us about thirty minutes to do the last bit of music, then played them back one by one. The last one was Bolero, the music the girls first heard in our apartment not long ago and took us forty-five minutes. Everyone's jaws really dropped and the bidding war between the two men and woman started and we were confused as heck as the last bid was seventy-five thousand dollars which made no sense as to ANY school paying a student ANY money to go to their school. When we asked about this, the adults laughed, saying they didn't want us as students, but teachers?! Yeah, it was Julliard and the other schools after us again! We told them we didn't have ANY kind of degree in being teachers and they all said no problem, we'll give you honorary doctorates?!
I said wait a minute...did we win this bet or not and of course we had. Aaron grabbed his violin and with me on my harmonica, we played the ending part of Charlie Daniels The Devil Went To Georgia...the part where Charlie says I'll take your fiddle of gold you son of a beech because I'm the best that's ever been....and us doing a little three little pigs jig at the same time. The irony was NOT lost on those four. Aaron and I are splitting up the money and told Dr. Berlioz that we expected to be paid where they had met us, at the same time tomorrow. Thing is, the three people quit talking when they saw us dividing the money up and asking us what did we think of their offers? We looked at each other and said: no thanks. Jaws dropped again and of course, why not? I said let me try and explain it to you. We like playing and making music, but it's NOT our thing. For example, you have the physical skills and reflexes to be THE best football quarterback EVER in football history and while you LIKE playing football, your PASSION is writing poetry. In our case, it's creating Dungeon & Dragon modules for people to play, along with us playing the game ourselves. Of course, they hadn't heard of the game, so Aaron explained. He continued with it's people like you and others that are trying to make us square pegs fit in your round holes....so PLEASE quit trying to make us fit in your world. They got the idea but before they left, they left us they're business cards “just in case we change our minds” and saying they'd have our money before they left town tomorrow, which they did. We got our money from Dr. Berlioz the next day. I'm not sure if this expression is the right one for what happened next, but I'm going to use it and sorry for using this kind of, sort of curse word again: we got verbally beech slapped and me physically.
Asked Doctor Berlioz how did he even hear of us, I mean neither of us recalled seeing him when we were playing for the girls earlier. He says our girls had come to see him about us and it was several days before he was able to listen to us?! It was at this time he called his colleagues to fly in for a second opinion. He was surprised we had already turned down Julliard, etc. a second time back when we were in high school. We turned to the girls and asked them why would they do this to us because they KNEW how we felt about music after us being with Hector for that week. That's when we're told the ONLY reason they decided to try us out was because we were something new versus the jocks they had been dating. That we were QUITE pathetic in always wanting to hold their hands, getting and giving kisses. And as far as kissing, we had NO idea even how to do it properly! Annabelle said she had boys kissing her a h*ll of a lot better in sixth grade than what I had been pathetically attempting. But when we heard you two play with your friend Hector and his band, we THOUGHT we had something REALLY different. Something that NONE of the girls here would have and THAT would put us much higher on the social scene. But you two screwballs turn down another offer to become rich and famous because of your stupid fantasy game? Get lost, we're going to find some REAL men. That's when I said without thinking: I said oh, someone like JT when he tried raping you? She SCREAMS you mother f*cker and slaps me. Boy, I NEVER saw that coming. As the two girls left, Ginger layed one into Aaron, saying she's never dated a midget before....thanks for the experience, laughs, but NEVER again.
Yeah, there was a REAL awkward silence between us and Doctor Berlioz as the girls left. We quit counting the money, picked up our instruments and just walked out the door without saying another word. Outside of the room, Aaron said home and I nodded. Found a place to hit the nothingness, then we were home. But I had to leave him to get inside Annabelle's car trunk to get our other two instruments because after that display of theirs..... The next day we got our cash from Dr. Berlioz and another surprise from him. He said he didn't understand our not wanting to be musicians and composers versus that fantasy thing of ours, but would we mind if we gave a demo to some of his students.....next week of course. I looked at Aaron and he nodded. Now it seems strange we turn down those schools offers, it was another to help someone getting into or really into music. It was arranged that we'd show up one time when we had time between our classes and then would see what happens when next years school classes start. He was very happy with this arrangement. As for us, we were REALLY hurting inside. What we thought might happen with the girls never occurred, meaning sex. Only time we went back to school for the rest of the week was to collect our money. As it was, because we hadn't been to our classes, our grades slipped and really had to hustle getting past due homework in along with doing the homework that was due the following week and of course, working at the book distribution center. And finals were looming on our horizons.
The following week, we went to see the doctor and meet his students, many which we ranked from good to very good. Some were a little indignant when we said they had played some of the notes wrong, but when they looked to the doctor to back them up, he shook his head and said listen to them. They KNOW what they know just by ear. What surprised us both was the doctor had actually kept our musical pieces and had explained to his students how it was done. Another was seeing the Guzheng and drum still there...seems one of the people from Julliard or where ever, decided to donate it to the school. Now the students wanted to hear us play as they had never even seen or heard one before. We played it once, then a second time, but that time was with a real drummer doing his thing. If wondering, I had missed eight beats on the drum which disgusted me and why neither of us really play the drums, though Aaron's a bit better than me on them. That's when we decided to make a musical contribution to the school, by going to Beijing, China to buy what we wanted. The reason we went there was because that was the only city we knew of off hand being in China. We also wanted to try the street vendor food we'd seen on Youtube. Hired a English speaking cab driver who was quite happy to take us to different music stores until we found one that we liked. Some times the small hole in the wall places have the best stuff.
Na Ying (sales lady) was a little surprised not that we walked into the store, but started checking out the various instruments being sold and asking questions about them. She thought we were just young, curious Americans and probably thought we would be wasting her time in talking to us, but she was very polite and answered them all. That is, until we asked if we could try them out, at which point she was looking VERY dubious, but said okay. I tried out five bamboo flutes, a couple of different sized drums, while Aaron tried out the string instruments. Yeah, she a major shocked look on her face when we played each instrument flawlessly after first trying them out. That's when we said we'd take them and when she asked which ones, I said ALL, but we need cases for them of course. She said this would be arranged, but they (the cases) wouldn't be ready until the next day. I also asked the instruments also be packed in cardboard boxes for shipping. She offered to ship them for us (additional fee of course) but we declined saying we had already made arrangements. Then she pulls out a credit card reader and when I asked if they took cash, of course they did. And if you're wondering, we found out that the American dollar is accepted EVERYWHERE in the world. Pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills and paid the bill in full. She was a VERY happy saleslady. Well, we were getting hungry and there are A LOT of street vendors, so we asked Na if she could recommend any, which she did. We tried a squid kabob....no thank you. But the beef kabobs from one stall and fried bread sticks from another combined were great. Of course, we were thirsty but made sure we bought brand name bottled water. Back the next day and everything's boxed up and ready to go. Na had no problem lending us a hand truck, which of course we hit the nothingness, then promptly returned the hand truck. The day after that, we left the instruments and cases in Doctor Berlioz classroom with a computer printed note:
Dear Doctor Berlioz, A colleague and I heard Chinese music being played the other day and we found that your school does not have these instruments. Hope this helps your musical students enjoy learning to play them, so that others may appreciate other countries musical cultures.
Of course we wore gloves when we wiped down the instruments and cases down, with the cardboard boxes going back to the dumpster behind the music store in Beijing. The next day after leaving the instruments, we got a call from Doctor Berlioz, who was very excited and asked us if we could return to his classroom as soon as possible and why. We declined, but said we could return the following week as it would be interesting to play them. We did and in about a year, there were a dozen students learning to play them, along with hiring a part time instructor. ------------------------------- SOME of the stuff the boys bought for the college.
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Post by texican on Dec 7, 2018 14:11:53 GMT -6
getting rid a lot of the meme's I posted there for my sex doll thoughtsWillC, Sex doll thoughts!!!! You definitely dance to a different drummer.... Texican.... -----------------------------------------------------------------Mom once remarked that while everyone marches to a different drummer, I have my own d*mn band. It's still a few hours away before Friday, but what the heck, don't think anyone's going to complain. While stationed in Panama (Air Force) was chosen to be a sponsor to a guy coming into our squadron. Didn't know if the guy was married or not, so he got TWO welcoming letters from me what it was like down there and what to expect. Believe me, the 2nd letter had the really good stuff in it if he was single. It had to be reviewed, with the squadron commander actually giving me a letter for a "unique and innovative sponsor letter", which unfortunately I don't have any more. Oh yeah....I was NEVER chosen again to be anyone's sponsor for some reason. WillC, You are so unique and bad.... Texican....
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Post by texican on Dec 7, 2018 14:31:42 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the Friday's chapter....
Money is important, but satisfaction with one's endeavors is more so....
Texican....
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Post by texican on Dec 13, 2018 19:09:31 GMT -6
WillC,
It is only four hours and 52 minutes until Friday on CST....
Another chapter soon?.?.?.?
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Dec 13, 2018 21:37:56 GMT -6
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The Shadow Chapter 24
So in maybe two months we not actually had girlfriends but really hot ones, something neither of us ever expected....and lost them. We were miserable and that's putting it mildly. We didn't mind helping Doctor Berlioz, the students and our quick trip to China, but.... So we were moping, not really interested in anything including working on one of our nine modules, we were that bad off..... I said to Aaron, enough....let's get out of here, with him replying where to? He didn't feel like Scoopers or any of the other places we'd been to with the girls because then we'd both be remembering them and what we once HAD. I said remember that place in London with its fish and chips? He said yeah, but....I then said I happened across some street vendor videos on Youtube not just in London, but some in Germany and boy, those sausages they serve are HUGE! He said yeah, but they're going to be closed at this time of night....remember the time difference? I had to admit he was right until I thought of Hooters, a place we'd seen on Youtube....you know, to see what kind of food they had. Besides, we both like chicken AND you didn't have to be twenty-one to eat there even though they serve liquor. Yeah...that got his attention, so we went to the one in Amarillo, Texas and WOW, were the girls REALLY pretty. Ever see those bobble headed figures and animals that people put on the dashboards of their cars? Yeah, that was us just trying to look at all the girls at the same time. I mean, they're wearing those TIGHT orange shorts and TIGHT white t-shirts that REALLY bulged. Who wouldn't be looking if he was a normal red blooded American boy or man? I told Aaron he was drooling and he flipped me the bird. I replied with it's a sad state of affairs when a BOYS middle finger is longer and thicker than his penis. He gave me two birds this time.
We happen to come out of the shadows from the back part of the restaurant and there's a fiberglass (Palomino?) horse with painted orange shorts on its hind end and white, short t-shirt on it's front with Hooters in orange written on it. Oh yeah, we GOTTA have a photo of us with it, so hit the nothingness for home, get a digital camera and tripod, then back to Aaron. Took a couple of photos before we had the one we wanted and of course me returning home to store the camera and tripod, then back to Aaron. Now Tammy was working the front desk as a greeter, told us to take a seat where ever we wanted to, not that the place was packed with maybe a dozen or so customers? Kathleen was our server, greeted us and asking what we would like to drink with us saying plain tea. She casually asked us how long had we been in Amarillo and without thinking, said about three minutes. Got a stare from her on that one. Well, they had a special on wings that night....twenty for twenty dollars, with unlimited refills. When the first platter arrived, we dived in using the ranch packets also ordered at fifty cents each. When that one was done, we ordered another which we were told would take about twenty minutes or so. It was at this point Kathleen said she liked seeing men enjoying their food and how we didn't seem to leave anything behind afterwards but bare bones. Kind of surprised us with us being called men because she was older than us, I mean at least twenty-three. This was because you had to be at least twenty-one to serve liquor. Of course we were really surprised when she stopped to chat with us. I mean, in other places the waitress takes your order, checks on you from time to time to see if you need anything else and that's it. She was actually TALKING to AND listening to us.
Asked what we did for a living, we told her we were going to college and when she asked which one, Aaron told her. Sigh.....her cousin is going to our school?! I mean, what are the odds of this happening? She told us her cousins name, asking if we knew her and what made it worse, we did. She was one of our geek friends and someone we helped out with her tire problem. Aaron said with so many people at school......Kathleen took it as it being we didn't know her cousin. She asked what brought us to Texas and I told her we heard not only that Hooters had good wings, but the prettiest girls in the whole wide world were in Texas. That's when Aaron said we found that to be a lie and Kathleen kind of frowned until Aaron said the prettiest girls in the whole wide world are working right here. Got a big smile from her on that one with her asking us if we were sure we weren't from Texas, because we were good at shoveling it. Tammy stopped by to say we were cute, got us our third refill of tea....and said for you flatterers, no charge for the extra six ranch dressing packets we had ordered. We were getting to really like Hooters.
Well, things WOULD of been okay, but for the attempted robbery that was tried while we were waiting on the second batch of wings to be done. Had to use the single use mens bathroom (the tea you know) and while taking care of business, there's a gunshot and women screaming?! I hit the light switch, into the nothingness and from the shadows of the ceiling, saw what was going on. Two blacks and a white were not only robbing the place, but started making the customers give up their wallets, watches and purses. Quickly looked for the electrical junction box for the restaurants power and turned it off, with pandemonium ensuing. Grabbed Aaron who disappeared with me via under our table. The robbers are telling the manager to turn the lights back on or else.... Manager saying he didn't have anything to do with the lights being turned off, but he'd get them back on. He never got the chance. What made me really mad was one of the robbers had not only grabbed Kathleen as a hostage, but had a firm grip on one of her breasts while another had Tammy the same way! Reminded me too much of JT and Annabelle. I dropped them and the other robber into the nothingness. When those four fell, the robber lost his grip on her and I simply dropped her to another bit of nothingness where I was waiting to catch her in my arms while Aaron was ready to catch Tammy. One thing I didn't think about happening was Kathleen's shoe catching me almost in the eye and hitting my cheek! I got a bruise from that. Poor Aaron....he got a glancing blow in the nards by Tammy's foot! We found out that catching a girl while falling downwards is NOT as easy as it looks in the movies. We took them to the mens bathroom, telling them they were safe, to stay there until the lights came back on and where they were at. They hid in the toilet stall while crying and holding each other. Hit our stash of bear spray, hand full of zip ties and with our bats, took care of the wanna be robbers really quick, followed by zip tying them up and leaving them in the dark area behind the restaurant where we had originally come out of.
Thing is, there was a little light inside the restaurant from the street lamps outside which wasn't much, but when people saw the girls and the robbers disappear into the floor, everyone beat feet for the two entrances. That's when Aaron reminded me of the camera system they had, so we borrowed the recorder until we figured out how to delete everything recorded on it. Then after wiping it clean of all fingerprints, returned it to the restaurant later on. The manager had tried getting to the back to turn the power on, but we had turned over some empty beer kegs, so he tripped and fell, while we went back under our table and of course, crawled out and sat on the benches. And you know what? Things got worse for the would be robbers when some of the guys found them...and really started beating the heck out of them. About eight(?) minutes later, law enforcement starts showing up, who rescued the would be robbers from the angry mob. Having heard so much about Texans, I was kind of surprised someone didn't have a rope and lynch them right then and there from one of the light posts. And those Hooter girls? Boy, they were REALLY mad at those three, all EIGHT of them going for the nards EVERY time they could and actually pushing the guys aside to get at them. Being gentlemen, they let the girls have their way with those three. Then a WHOLE bunch more law enforcement showed up...regular law enforcement, sheriff deputies and even two Texas Rangers. One of the sheriff deputies asked what were we doing sitting at our table while everyone was outside. We told the truth: that we were waiting for our second order of wings and got a stare on that one. Now we thought of beating feet, but it was a little late for that and besides, we hadn't paid for our first platter of wings and ice teas. Was told it might take awhile on that one and wanted to know what we had seen. Told him I was in the bathroom at the time when someone fired their pistol and my brother, he hid under the table so don't think he saw anything. Aaron said he thinks he was looking outside, but when the gun went off, he dived to be under the table and out of sight without hesitation. As for my bruise, it probably came from hitting the toilet stall door in my rush to hide there. Poor Aaron... he kept rubbing his nards for awhile and for a bit, thought the sheriff was looking at him a little strangely, you know like he was doing something disgusting like masturbating. But he covered that up well. He apologized, but in his rush to get under the table, that was probably when his nards got squeezed by his underwear. Notice that neither of were lying to the officer. We didn't want any trouble with the city guard. And of course, when the restaurants cameras recorder was found missing.....
Since we were obviously not involved in seeing anything, we didn't have to give any testimony. Which was a good thing because we think you have to show I.D. when this is done. And who knows what kind of questions they'd be asking? Obviously, ones we didn't want to answer. The manager said the place was going to remain open...no robbery attempt was going to stop them taking care of its customers and offered everyone a free drink. Customers cheered when they heard that. Kathleen came by, taking our request of another tea (ours got knocked over taking Aaron with me) and said hope we didn't mind, but our wings wouldn't be ready as planned. Would we mind waiting for a new batch and if not, she was sure the manager would offer us a rain check. We both said we'd wait. Thing is, she got to staring at my face and after a bit, turned and went to talk with Tammy. Of course this being Texas, everyone stayed to finish their meals while talking/ wondering just what the heck happened while enjoying their free drink. Thank God no one thought of using their phones to record any part of the robbery. A gun shot will tend to do this to people. How did the robbers and the two girls simply disappear into the floor like that and not only that, the robbers being found zip tied and maced within minutes? With the girls adding what happened to them, telling everyone how they simply disappeared into total darkness, told they were safe and THEN finding themselves in the mens bathroom!? This we did NOT like and we talked it over again about just paying our bill and beating feet ourselves, but the thought of and taste of more fresh, hot wings with that extra free ranch dressing and free tea...... That kind of, sort of bit us in the behinds, not that we were going to complain at the time of course or the ramifications that happened later on.
Well, Rick (Blaine) was the owner and we were surprised when he brings out a guitar from the back of the restaurant, then asking a guy named Dave Brent if he'd mind playing some music for everyone. Seems Rick was learning to play when things were slow in the restaurant with Dave stopping by from time to time, showing him how to play a little better. There were two problems. First, Dave was kind of puffed up about his ability to play and he was okay...at least he wasn't making noise from the guitar. The other was he was in his twenty's, so he was older than us and later, we both agreed he reminded us too much of JT and his Goons attitudes. Now when Dave got done playing, everyone was clapping, saying how good he was, he should hit the record companies or form a band and hit the road until he got rich and famous. The problem was Dave saw us face palm ourselves and shaking our heads at the idea of this ever occurring and took offense. He wanted to know why we were dissing him as obviously, everyone there thought he was great and that he wanted an apology?! Now THAT ticked us off and Aaron....well, he told Dave that he was playing better than that before finishing his first year in junior high school! Uh oh. This is when Dave got mad, saying it sounded to him and everyone listening to his playing that Aaron was calling him out! That's when a couple of his buddies called out saying Dave was being challenged to a gun fight, but instead, it would be a guitar fight. I tried to defuse the situation, saying my brother gets a little hot headed at times and once again, we apologize.
Dave wouldn't accept it with the crowd booing and hissing at us for not taking up Dave's challenge. And some were calling us city slickers from New York City?! Aaron looked at me, cocked one eyebrow and I knew what we had to do to shut this “cowboy” up. And there's always someone needing to clean sewers. I said Dad has an expression he'd use from time to time and ladies, I apologize in advance for the dirty word I'm about to use. My brother is so good, he'll knock your d*ck in the dirt when it comes to playing guitar and how about an actual wager between you and him? The crowd oooo'd upon me saying this, with Dave wanting to know how much money and I said let's keep it simple. Let everyone decide who's the better player. If he loses, we'll buy everyone here a drink and I pulled two one hundred dollar bills from my wallet and held them up for everyone to see. Dave kind of gulped on seeing me pull my money out like that and of course, he didn't have that much on him. But with his three friends, they came up with the rest of it, giving it to Rick to hold while talking how they and everyone else was going to enjoy their free drinks after Dave cleaned those two out and not to mess with Texans.
Well, Dave and everyone's jaws kind of dropped when Aaron played Flight Of The Bumblebee and asked Dave to do it...which of course, he couldn't. Then Aaron and I played Jerry Reeds Jerry's Breakdown on the guitar with both of us playing it. Asked if he or any of his friends could play it the way we just had. They couldn't. Aaron then went to Fernando Sor study in B minor, followed by us playing Rondo Alla Turco together. I said as far as this next one, all we have is the guitar so you'll hopefully excuse us on it and you guys should know this one, so don't be bashful and join in with us when we start singing. We sang You Ain't Much Fun Since I Quit Drinking and ALL the guys there joined us in singing that one. And EVERYONE cheered when we sang Things That Never Cross A Mans Mind with Aaron on the guitar and me giving a kind of beat using the spoons, table top and tea glasses. Yeah, we won the bet which we promptly blew buying everyone a drink using Dave and his friends money. Everyone like that gesture on our part.
Thing is, Dave apologized and wanted to know more about our ability to play and just what we could play. Aaron said my brother can play anything that's a wind instrument and as for me, it's anything with strings or keys. Both of us can make recognizeable noise on each others instruments and he was even able to play simple and basic notes on the guitar as you heard. Dave kind of gulped upon hearing this and wanted to sit with us and talk some more, but he left when Kathleen showed up with our wings...and almost dropped the platter on the table when we thanked her for bringing them and the extra ranches! She went scurrying away, something we didn't understand why. At the time. I mean, we were ALWAYS polite to her and Tammy and saying Ma'am when talking to either of them. That didn't last long as about fifteen minutes later as we're making a serious dent in our wings and really putting them away, when here comes Kathleen and Tammy who ask if we would mind them sitting with us?! Later, we both got to talking and were thinking at the time WOW, maybe we should start playing at least around school as maybe being good musicians, we'd be chick magnets and who knows what might happen? Thing is, there would be a difference in doing this....we'd play for some girls to make them happy and not because we were being forced to play.
So we scooted over REAL QUICK like and said OH YEAH! What NEITHER of us was expecting was them sitting an inch or so from us when there was still a lot of room on the benches we were sitting on. We figured they'd compliment Aaron playing the guitar like he does and maybe me helping him, along with us kind of staring at them because they were so hot, especially in those TIGHT orange shorts and TIGHT white t-shirts that BULDGED. They did compliment us, saying they never heard anything like we had done, then wanted to know more about us, so we told them about learning to play back in junior high school. She said that's really interesting, but by the way how did you make those robbers disappear, save us, tie up the robbers so everyone would find them OUTSIDE the building AND the restaurants camera recorder is now missing?! And ALL of this was done in less maybe five minutes?! We both choked a little bit on the wings we WERE trying to eat and we both kind of lost our appetites. I''ll repeat myself: girls are sneaky.
Aaron looked at me and gave me the signal we used when double DM'ing which was what ever way you go with this, I'm with you all the way. Well, I laughed as best as I could which really wasn't that good because it came out more like a squeaky toy. I said why would you even think we had anything to do with those guys? I mean, we not only don't carry a gun, we don't have any on us. And the only knives we own are in our fishing packs to clean fish and cut fishing line. Look around and see all these guys here? They're in a lot better shape than us, older than us and no doubt more capable of handling those robbers than us. Did you ever think that maybe one of them was one of those people who got changed a year or so ago and kept it secret? I mean, how many of them are regulars or maybe people you've had in here for the first time? And what about the lady customers....maybe one of them was changed, did you ever think of that? Remember that girl that was on Youtube not long ago who showed a lot of leg while floating thru the air in that airplane? But if it impresses you in thinking we're superhero's, why that's fine with us. So held up my arms and while flexing my arm muscles, started singing the Underdog theme song with Aaron joining in. Well, not only did the girls stare at us, so did other customers...some saying we needed to stick with playing the guitar and not singing by ourselves.
Thing is, not only are women sneaky but some are smarter than they look with the smart ones keeping it to themselves as apparently it scares off some men. Tammy says to Kathleen, notice how they answer our questions with their own, but never giving a straight answer AND how diligent they seem in their effort NOT to impress us with their playing ability or how they couldn't ever be those superhero's we've watched on the news and Youtube this past year?! After all, they did compliment us earlier on our beauty, right? That's when Kathleen said you're right....other guys in this situation would be bragging and trying to hustle us into bed quick as possible. And from the way these two have been rubber necking us girls, we KNOW they're not gay?! And don't forget, the security camera recording machine is missing which means there's got to be at least TWO of those superhero's that saved everyone! Aaron said there's two things wrong with your theories. First off, how many customers were here that you know as regulars versus people like me and my brother just walking in? Another thing to think about is what if just one of the superhero people was outside this place, saw the robbery taking place and dealt with them? Thing was, WE were the ONLY newbies there, with everyone else being regulars and not only that, Kathleen remembers me saying earlier that we had only got there three minutes ago. Aaron says okay, okay....how about us being multi-gazillionaires with us flying into town in our private jet and that three minutes was our touchdown time? That's when Kathleen said our boys in Texas can REALLY spin some yarns, but we have NEVER heard so many at one time and that they should be woven like a sleeping bag big enough to keep THREE people and a small dog warm!
Next thing we know is her telling Tammy to watch these two for a bit and walks off to go behind the bar area. Well, we had almost finished eating, trying not to answer any further questions with our mouths full of food, but with the way things were going with them, we kind of lost our appetites. When one of the other girls came to see if we wanted anything else, we said no and asked that our plates and everything else be taken. She did and then me wiping off the table and the bench I was on, then passing the cleaning materials to Aaron, he did the same. Tammy wanted to know what was going on and I explained we like keeping things neat and clean. Like us doing the dishes and everything after eating instead of doing them later. Actually, with the cleaning spray, goodbye fingerprints and (hopefully) any DNA traces.
Well, when Kathleen comes back, she's out of her Hooter's uniform, carrying her Hooter shoes, bends over to whisper in Tammy's ear who promptly leaves us to go in the back for a bit. This was when she asked us what were our hobbies and figured THAT was a safe subject. No. Find out both girls are not only into D&D, but meet with friends of theirs at least once a month?! Now back then, the ONLY girl we had temporarily playing with us was Maria (Hectors younger sister), who had at one time tried castrating me and blinding Aaron simply because we killed her two dogs with no remorse. No doubt some of you are gasping at this bit of information and thinking aha, you're really a bunch of sicko's, who get off torturing and killing animals which is another reason for the feds to be after you. No, not quite. You see, when we started playing D&D in junior high school, girls did NOT play. Boys....well, we were hardy adventurers like Conan the Barbarian, Merlin the magician, etc. and girls had no interest in playing someone like Red Sonja. Which explains why ALL our characters were male until Maria saw us playing and wanted to play with us. Man, we tried coming up with all sorts of reasonable reasons why she couldn't and best one was there being ten guys playing and if she joined in our game, one of us/them would have to be bumped from that weekends game. She went to Mama..... Who of course had a private talk with Hector, who came to us (we were at his place) and Hector being Hector, we all said okay, so now we had ten guys and a girl who didn't know snot about the game and of course, dragged down our game play having to explain the rules and what the different dice were for. At least Hector was able to roll up two characters for her pretty quick.
Thing is, we were DM'ing, with everyone in Verbosh getting supplies and gathering info for any possible dungeons, villagers needing help, magic users needing basic supplies found in forests, etc. This is when Maria decides her two characters wanted dogs and not just a dog, but guard dogs?! We came up with a dog kennel on the fly and TRIED stopping her from getting them. Why? Because we'd have to see how the dogs were doing, did Maria remember to feed and water them and if so, where was all this stuff coming from? Remember, a character can only carry so much due to their strength. Now with some of the distances characters had to travel, horses and mules were used, which costs gold, along with having to care for them....and hopefully, they don't run away when melee starts or gets eaten by some monster or group of monsters such as goblins, orcs, etc. Nope...she wanted dogs and we THOUGHT we had a way out....ask for more than she had as a character as she only had a few coppers left after outfitting her characters with weapons, armor, etc. As first level characters, you learn REAL quick to run away instead of going for a slug fest because when you do, too many times you die. Which of course, leaves the party weaker and low on health potions which are NOT cheap. And don't even ask about the price of getting a character resurrected. Gold's cheap if you hit it just right while adventuring, but then you need to deal with a cleric of that characters faith AND more than once, do a God call. And Gods? Of course, he/she will ALWAYS have a quest needing to be done which means all the other characters will have to do this too. What does she do? Instead of taking our hints, she turns to Hector and said give me some of your gold?! Hector looks at us and we both said your decision....not that he had any choice of course, because of Mama. Okay...then we said she's got her two dogs, BUT while they were already trained, her characters and the dogs had not bonded, which would take at least a week game time wise for this to happen. Maria: oh no, these are good doggies, let's go adventuring. One of her dogs was actually a wolf figure, the other was that Scotland terrier from a Monopoly set.
Party's exploring a dungeon when suddenly the twenty-two characters are attacked by fifty goblins which is no big thing as everyone was running around third or fourth level. Problem was, everyone found out they were backed by fifteen orcs, including a orc chieftain AND a dark elf?! Time for everyone to beat feet, which they did....except for Maria's two dogs. We rolled fight or flight on them and they attack the monsters?! Maria's calling for her dogs to return and because of the melee the dogs were in, they didn't hear or refused to return. So Maria has her two characters go after them and since everyone was busy beating feet to get out of there, had everyone rolled to see if they heard her or realized she was missing. Seven of them did, including one of Hector's characters. Thing is, NONE of those seven ever called out to say they were returning to help Maria's characters! Shame on them. They died of course and boy, were the guys ticked that died and poor Hector, he had just gone up a level earlier in the game but hadn't taken the time to add new abilities available to him such as strength, dexterity, etc. Well, Maria went crying out to Mama, saying WE had just killed the dogs, as in killing the families two dogs?! Mama comes rushing in and gets to talking to Hector who explained what we had told Maria earlier about getting and not bonding with her dogs. She understood there were rules to our games and that Maria ignored our advice. She got grounded for the following weekend for lying, in saying or implying we had literally killed the family's dogs instead of it being fictional dogs and ignoring what we had told her. No more Maria and her dogs...we thought.
A few weeks later, we're back at Hector's place and guess who wants to play? Yeah. But this time she's got two new characters that look normal, like only one eighteen with others being less for her starting characteristics. She's also playing a chaotic neutral expert treasure finder (aka thief) which kind of surprised us, but we figured that was a good thing as one of our two regular thief players was out due to his having his tonsils removed a few days ago. The other was a fighter. Well, everyone decided they were loaded for bear and determined to kick some goblins, etc. behinds where Maria had lost her two guard dogs. Everyone had maxed out their spending money with three players getting max loans from the local money users at REALLY high interest rates. Thing is, everyone learned the hard way to ALWAYS have someone watching the horses and or mules. It wasn't always monsters that they worried about, but hungry bears, lions, etc. And if wondering, the players forgot to do this when they had Maria playing the first time, they were that distracted with her playing. And believe me, we rolled to see if anything with large, sharp teeth was in the area. There wasn't. Maria volunteered to do this as she didn't want to come across the bodies of her poor little doggies....and started sniffling, which yeah, made us feel bad but she did ask for it right? Her fighter was staying with her thief because neither really had many hit points which made sense. Boy, were we boys so gullible.
-------------------------------------------- Yeah, that's me with something that's a tan/light brown, orange and white in Amarillo, Texas back in the day when I was doing over the road driving. And of course, doing my best to support single moms working the pole. Rocky Raccoon is back in chapter 25 and is 9 pages and just started 26. As for Hooter's special, had a yard in Phoenix, Arizona where my cousin used to live. We ate 3 platters, with no survivors left.
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Post by 9idrr on Dec 14, 2018 21:36:43 GMT -6
Well, the face don't match any Wanted Posters at the local Post Office so I guess the horse is okay, but I think the other guy in the picture looks just a bit shady.
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