Aug 29 108 PA - More than she could chew
From Chronicles
Bartholemew is spending a bit of time in the Dregtown market, the place to get what others don't want ya to have. Its actually a crazy night tonight, a gang of bikers are in the center open area of the market showing off with their bikes for the women that admire that kind of thing and scaring the meek that have braved coming down to shop or sell their wares, just being regular assholes for the most part. Bart don't care, he has his own purpose down here and they are not apart of it. Far as he's concerned, they keep to their fun, he'll keep to his, but he does keep his eye open in case the group of drunken bikers get a bit more frisky than they have so far.
Bella could maybe pass as a biker girl. She's got a bunch a leather on anyways. Course it's not why she's here. Just lookin. Scopin out what's maybe good ta buy. The biker boys don't get much lookin.
Jax is perusing the wares as well, but he doesn't look like his normal dashing self. He is wearing travel stained and dirty clothes, and doesn't appear to be carrying anything of value except for an old fashioned pistol strapped to his belt and a pair of swords, though even these weapons are hidden under his overcoat. He examines a stall sporting well used weapons, may of which don't even appear functional.
With the amount of bikers, prolly 10 to 15 with a quick guess of a count as they race around the open areas of the market, its loud. Dirt and gravel sprays into the people and booths and tents of the market at sporadic intervals as the bikers roar by doing donuts and such to intimidate random individuals before speeding off to the other end of the market square. Bart just keeps himself from straying too far into any open areas where a biker may ride up on him. He doesn't seem so much interested in the wares, but appears to say something to most of the merchants or hookers that usually gets a shake of a head from the merchant or hooker before he moves on down. His pace is not that of a person in a rush, he casually wanders.
Ok. Bella was trying ta look 't stuff. Maybe even talk ta people bout it too. But it's gettin a li'l loud. Boys 'n their bikes do that. Lots. "Hey! Can ya tuck the big growlin monster 'tween yer legs back 'r somethin?" She yella out at 'em. Don't mean they'll listen.
Jaxain hears a familiar voice and looks up in surprise, scanning the crowd. Bella is fairly easy to spot among the rabble of the crowd, and he makes his way over closer to her. He stops and waits as a cart passes in front of his path, looking briefly to examine the refuse it contains, before continuing on his way. "Hey, Babe." He says when he get's close enough.
Hookers and junkies cheer at the antics of the bikers, merchants grumble not being able to do much more than that anyway, customers are filled with a mix of feelings though most tend toward fear and the want to just keep out of the way to get what they came here for done. Bella's outburst is enough to catch the attention of one biker that spins his bike around to face her, throwing small stones out in all directions making people duck and cover. He gives her a bit of a grin, and has that look that says oooo, a female. This guy ain't no looker either, its quite eerie for him to have that look of interest. At about the same time another friend pulls up still facing the other way. With a nod from the first guy with the eerie pedophile kind of look gets the other to look of his shoulder, his grin ain't anymore reassuring. Neither seem to notice Jax rolling up to Bella. Bart has also not seemed to notice any of this, still going about his business that brought him to the Dregs market.
"Heya." Bella turns some at Jax. Grins. "Here ta make the biker boys look more ugly? Course't ain't hard ta do." She looks back their way. Spots the eerie looks 'tween 'em. She sends a smirk thattaways. "Ooh. This looks like fun."
Jaxain glances over at the bikers, not seeming overly worried or concerned. Or, for that matter, bothered by the noise. Hell, if he had a bike he might have joined them, looks kinda fun. He winks at Bella, "Yeah, they seem to have that pretty much covered." He leans against a stall, looking down at the clothes it contains with mild interest. "So how did things go after I left the group?" He asks of Bella, giving her a curious look.
Toothless wonder hits the throttle on his bike, smoking the back tire before taking off towards Bella and Jax. His buddy does a donut sending another spray of rock and debris flying through the air to send people looking for cover. This is enough to catch the attention of Bart who catches the action just as the first biker slides to a halt just a few feet from where Bella and Jax stand. The greasy biker gives Bella the once over with that eager smile that is most likely very premature, "Hey there sweet tits. Why don't ya ditch pretty boy there and come party with us. Hop on." His friend sliding up beside him, almost like pulling into some sort of official formation beside him, creepy grin on his face.
Bella's grin dies. Falls into a scowl. "Eh. Not so great. My hiding stuff ain't working so good no more." She prod Jax with a finger. "Looks like it's real good met ya before. Maybe gonna need yer help ta-" Then the biker boys're there. Bella's still gotta scowl when she looks over. Eyes 'em both. Then she gets grin back and brows pop up. "Maybe. Where we goin ta party? I like ridin big strong stuff." Bigger grin.
Jaxain listens to Bella, nodding his head and paying close attention to her words. He seems to be about to say something when the biker comes around, though he doesn't flinch or move backwards at all as they approach he does raise a hand to deflect the worst of the stones from his face. He smiles at the biker and moves over to look at his vehicle. "Hey, nice ride bro.
Jaxain listens to Bella, nodding his head and paying close attention to her words. He seems to be about to say something when the biker comes around, though he doesn't flinch or move backwards at all as they approach he does raise a hand to deflect the worst of the stones from his face. He smiles at the biker and moves over to look at his vehicle. "Hey, nice ride bro." he says, kneeling down to inspect the engine briefly. As the biker speaks to Bella, a concerned expression briefly crosses his face as he looks between Bella and the Biker, and then he shrugs. It's not his place to live her life for her. He winks at the biker's friend, "He always try to bite off more than he can chew?" With that, he looks at Bella, seeing how she plays this out.
Undeterred by Bella's scowl, then reassured with her grin and Maybe which to them might as well be a definitive right on. "Hop on babe, you'll see." His buddy however seems to become more interested in Jax as he comes closer to kneel beside the bikes, in a less friendly tone than his suave compatriot, "Ain't none your bizniss pretty boy, why don't you take a walk. You ain't invited to the party." Bart's still around, just watching from afar, He knows Bella can handle herself, no need to give up his position just yet.
"Ooh. A s'prise fer me? Sounds good." Bella walks over to the bike. Up behind the biker. Kicks a leg over. Winks at Jax too. "Maybe he likes ta bite? Ain nothin wrong with that." She prods the driver. "Ya like ta bite?"
Jaxain laughs at shakes his head, not seeming bothered by the other punk's words. "Y'all have fun now, yahear!" he says in a mock fatherly tone. Turning to the friend, he suddenly scowls and rises to his full height. "You boy's have her back by 1, or it'll be hell to pay!" he says, wagging a finger. And then he shakes his head and stands back, laughing as he watches the bikers about to take off with Bella in tow. Heck, he saw her run into combat with a platoon of coaliton solders and emerge with just a few scratches, he's sure she can handle this lot if she didn't wanna go along with them.
Toothless wonder gives a toothless grin as Bella hops on the back of his bike, "I'll bite ya alright, say bye to your boy friend and hang on." giving a loud rev of the throttle as a warning to Jax that hey, better get outta the way, then takes off to shoot across the lot. His friend gives a laugh of sarcasm back to Jax before he takes off in tow, "Whatever ya say pretty boy." gunning his throttle to catch up to his friend.
Bella grabs holda whatever's handy. Since they're takin off. "Whee!" Hey. It's fun. After that she's gotta ask. "So. Where're we goin? 'R when're we gettin 'ere?"
Jaxain just watches them Depart, shaking his head and smiling a private smile. After all, as far as he knows if she is in any kind of serious danger, his Sixth Sense would have warned him of that too. With that, he continues browsing the wares.
No answer is given to her questions. Maybe he didn't hear her, maybe just ignoring her. Dude speeds through the lot of the market, into the streets. Friend catches up just as they all get to the streets, keeping up just behind. The bikes scream down the streets a couple blocks pretty quickly. This is where the first turn is, turning down a narrow alley way just big enough for the bikes to run single file. This doesn't deter the guy's speed, he keeps on going at around 35 to 40 mph, pretty fast when ya can reach out and touch the walls of the ruined buildings next to ya on either side.
"Yeah!" Bell whoops. They made it easy ta ferget 'bout the where anyways. Gettin there's gonna be most the fun. Looks like. She even lets go with one hand. So she can brush fingers on the wall flying buy. And wave a li'l atta other biker too.
Doesn't take long down this narrow alleyway before it open up to another lot, the lot of an old warehouse that has seen much better days. Half lays collapsed in a heap, while the other half, that looks like its about to fall, appears to be the loading dock area. Other gang bangers gather together partying on the dock. A couple of fire bins lit to illuminate the the area dimly. Bikes line up in a row just off the ramp leading up to the dock, this is where toothless wonder pulls up, friend right up next to him.
Guess that sorta answers Bella's questions. They're goin ta where the party is. Course now she's got more questions when they pull up. "Anybody gotta beer?" That's way more important 'n where they're at. She looks round since she ain't just askin her driver this time.
Creepy toothless guy wraps an arm around Bella's shoulder, "Yeah babe, plenty a beer, and even stronger. Whatever ya want." leading her up the ramp where the rest of the party is. Maybe 20 or 30 gang bangers are hangin out, men, women, um, what was that? Well one D-bee catches your attention, who knows what it is though, kinda looks like a bi pedal shrimp. Its drinking just like all the rest though. Most already seem inebriated, it'll take a bit to catch up. It becomes clear quite quickly, its not just alcohol is goin around, a pair on a couch are shootin up somthin. There are greetings as the trio enters the party, beer and bottles of liquor get handed to them, Bella gets her beer.
"Awesome." That's Bella's thanks 'fore she takes a big gulp. She don't mind the arm. Ev'rybody needs somebody ta lean on sometimes. 'R somethin. She likes a li "Awesome." That's Bella's thanks 'fore she takes a big gulp. She don't mind the arm. Ev'rybody needs somebody ta lean on sometimes. 'R somethin. She likes a li'l party. Big ones're even better.
The trio continues past the party on the dock, heading inside the remnants of this decrepit building, "We'll be back, gonna get a little private party goin." toothless wonder tells his fellow gang members in answer to their protests of not hangin round and takin some of the alcohol. Too busy bitchin bout that to notice the bit of other drugs the friend picks up along the way for the minature version of the party. "You don't mind eh babe? Thats what yer here for, good times." pulling Bella into him with a squeeze of the arm around her and swigging off the bottle in his other hand.
Squeezin ain't so bad. But the smell ain't so great. Bella wrinkles up her nose. Just fer a second. "Sure. Always love a party. Li'l private ones're nice too." She gets her grin back up. Fer the boys. "Whatcha thinkin 'bout fer it?" Bella looks curious. And kinda interested. Looks at botha 'em.
The smooth talker he is replies, leaning in to say it into her ear, "Oh I think you know what kinda party we're lookin fer." the scent of his breath easily noticed just as he goes in for a nibble on her neck. His buddy coming up right next to Bella on the opposite side of her to run his hand across her ass. His aroma is even worse than the other. All the time still going further back into the ruined building. Holes in the ceiling provide very dim light that the moon may provide, just enough to see by human standards. The light from the fire bins dims drastically the further back you go.
Bella starts a li'l at the ass grabbin. "Ya boys get right to it don'tcha?" She turns to smirk at the one behind. Gets her nose 'way from the breath from the other one. "'N yeah. Think I gotcha figgered out." After couple more steps she slows up. "Bout here work fer ya?" She looks round inna dim. It don't bother her none. "Don't think nobody can watch us 'ere."
Toothless wonder takes a long swig of his bottle, "Yeah baby, this'll do right." moving around to the front of her, a hand on each hip, "I ain't one ta beat around the bush." The other guy chimes in all creepy like, "Yeah, no beatin round the bush." as he slides in behind her, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder along her neck.
"Good. Ain' much fer waitin neither." Bella grins s'more. Gulps down li'l bit more beer. Then she reaches up to pat the hand on 'er shoulder. "Don't gotta grab hold yet. Know what I'm doin. So. Who's first?" She looks back to the guy in front.
The gang banger in the front gives a nod to his partner who reluctantly moves off takin a seat on some broken something or other and goes to cuttin up some lines. The other gives Bella a creepy seductive grin, "You get the Buzzsaw first."
Bella's brows pop up. "Buzzsaw? Fack yer brave. Wantin me ta play with ya 'n yer gonna gimma a saw?" She eyes him. Just down a ways from his no teeth. Then back up with a smirk. Nods her head towards th'other one. "Sure ya wanna make't a show. Can get messier with more peoples ya know." She winks. Then prods toothless in the belly. Trails the finger down. By kneeling the rest of herself lower.
Guy swigs on the bottle, "It don't matter to me, an you don't seem the shy type babe, an I sure as hell ain't." The other guy chiming in with a laugh, "Yeah, I don't mind a watchin, get me primed up for ya." snortin up a line once he's chimed in.
Now it's time ta go fishin. Bella's just doing it for worms not with 'em. Sorta. Prolly gonna figger out why the guy likes a big bike 'tween his legs. Maybe makin up fer something else. Oh well. Maybe she can floss too while she's down there. Least she mostly knows what she's doin. Course toothless maybe don't care whether she's an expert. It's kinda like pizza. Even if it ain't great it's still pretty good.
Dudes no conissuier or anything, just a thug looking for a bit of happy time. With as easily he becomes ready its apparent this is gonna be quick. He swigs on the bottle, not quite the romantic, letting her take control from this point. The other guy becomes busy with setting up another round of lines, not seeming to care for any foreplay between them.
Bella ain't looking fer too much foreplay. Like she said she don't like waitin much. Guess it's time ta find out if the guy likes bitin. So she does't the easy way. She bites. Hard. People oughtta told 'em he shouldn't be stickin that thing in just anywhere. It'll fall off.
The miniscule bit of manhood comes off without any bit of a problem, teeth easily going through the flesh. Blood spurts from the wound like a crimson load across Bella, the man screams in horror as it hits him what just happened, which isn't that long really. The other guy is surprized, looking up from mid line when his buddy screams, unsure what just happened himself.
Bella's a good girl. She swallows. 'R maybe that's bad girl? She tries ta catch s'more of the happy squirting. Yum. Course there's still the other guy. More the messier. She turns to him. Smiles and crooks her finger at him. "Yer turn." Bella'd maybe be all sexy 'n stuff. 'Cept fer being all splattered in red.
As Bella turns to the other guy, the first one drops to the floor in shock, his scream already having echoed through the ruins of the warehouse. The second gang banger's eyes widen in fear with the sight of the blood soaked Bella. He fumbles for something in a pocket.
"What'sa matter? Ain't scared of a li'l girl is ya?" Bella stands up and starts walkin his way. Still all smiles. "Big bad bike boy like ya?" They wanted a party. She's givin 'em one. 'N now they're bein like a coupla babies.
Out from the scared guy's pocket comes a handgun. Mustering up the courage to say something, "Your dead bitch." He points the weapon at her.
The man fires his weapon, the shot hitting her right between the eyes. The shot couldn't have been any better and at first it gains a grin as the force of the shot knocks Bella's head back as verification she was hit in a fatal spot.
Til her head snaps back up to look at him. And grin a li'l more. "Ow?" No need ta make it sound real convincing like. Since there ain't even a scratch. "My turn." She speeds up some to move closer. So she can grab at 'im. Had to let the other one bleed out. Don't wanna waste too much of this one.
Dude gets all wrapped up in Bella's arms now, and not so lovingly as first hoped when this night began. Absolute fear can be seen in his eyes, he knows death is imminent and nothing is going to save him. He can't even muster the courage to beg for mercy or scream for help.
"Aww. Don't be scared." Bella tsks a li'l. "Ya wanted some fun didn't ya?" So it's only real fun for her. Oops? She don't bother with aimin low. Prolly stink worse 'n the resta 'im. Sides he ain't really inna mood no more. So not so much blood down there. She goes for the better spot. It'll be a hickie he ain't gonna ferget. 'Specially with the teeth 'n all.
Creepy guy ain't so creepy anymore, still all stinky, but not so creepy anymore. But with the gunfire, it draws the attention of the other party goers out near the exit. They shout as they come in that direction, "Whats goin on in there! You guys alright?"
Damn. Can't get no piece and quiet. Guess Bella's gonna have ta eat 'n run. Least she ain't lettin mosta it run out on the floor. Not til she figures she gotta answer. After swallowing. Cause she's polite. "Mmm. Doing great! Boys' jus gotta li'l excited. Short triggers ya know."
