Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Keatsy and Dollface Kazza

(thanks for the help man. I needed it)
(Reality 1)
Kara dragged the seeminly deranged Keats into one of the Starbugs. "Look
don't you be gettin' any ideas here Keats. This is our only option." She
said taking the controls. Keats smiled as he took the seat next to her
holding The Gun(TM) in tommy gun fashion. "I've been with worse." Kara
muttered.
(1940's fun)
Keatsy noticed that perhaps things were going his way. Dollface was taking
him some where where they would be alone. Maybe she was going to give him a
few tips or hopefully something more. "So where are we going Dollface?" He
asked. "Somewhere out of this place." Dollface replied. "Really? Are you
planning on shooting me or something. I'm aware of your reputation." Keatsy
said.
(Reality 2)
McGellen noticed the look in Keats eyes. He was definitley incinuating
something. "If you aren't aware Keats I'm taken at the moment. I'm with
Efof." She said. "I know that Dollface. But what to we have to worry about?
He can't get us, no one can. Nobody knows we're here." Keats said. McGellen
couldn't take it anymore. She clenched the controls so tightly she heard the
small sound of twisting metal.
"Goddamn it, Keats!" She shouted as he made yet another pass at her. "The
name's not Dollface. It's Kara McGellen! K-A-R-A! And I'm sorry I have to do
this!" She said. She put the Starbug on auto-pilot and dragged Keats into
the Mid-Section by the lapel. She threw him into a chair and fixed her hair.
She hated that it got in the way when she was frustrated.
(Keatsy's World)
Dollface fixed her hair as they stopped outside of town. "No, I'm not gonna
shoot you." She said. "Then what?" Keatsy asked. Dollface held him close and
smiled.
(Reality 3)
McGellen kept a firm grip on Keats as she picked him up again. She held him
a good foot or two from the ground. "Will you stop this? You're scaring me.
Even though you are drunk man you've got to snap out of this." She said.
Keats gave her another look and she lowered him to the ground. Once his feet
hit the ground he took hold of her and kissed her.
(1940 action)
Keatsy knew right away that Dollface's intentions were good especially when
she kissed him.
(Reality 4)
McGellen pushed Keats off of her and started gagging. That kiss wasn't just
a kiss it was also a full taste of bad drink. She spat a couple times and
coughed. She then glared at Keats. "I know Dollface. We can't let anyone
know about this." He said. "You bastard!" McGellen quickly swung her fist at
him punching him in the face followed by another to the stomach.
(Yet again thanks. Well tag Keats.)
Smeg On, Captain Emerald.
"Fear me for I am a writer!(evil laughter)"
>From: "rambomageesh" <rambomageesh@...>
>Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Keatsy and Dollface Kazza
>Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 21:14:24 -0000
>
><clip>
>"OK, lets move!" shouted Jack, startling everyone else in the
>medibay, and they all ran out of the door, toward the lift, other
>than keats, who ran the other way toward the other lift, on their way
>past they thanked the tree for a great performance, who bowed twice.
>
>"We should send someone to help
>them..." he started when a loud alarm started to sound. "RED ALERT!
>MINIMUM AIR LEVELS REACHED!" Holly blared out across the ship, and
>the the trio's door to salvation started to close...
><end>
>
>When: somewhere between those two...
>Who: The one, The only.. Keats (VOTE KEATS!)
>Where: buggerd if I know!
>
>'ok... so.. i gotta get in behind Jay.. gotta spray beer, kill bug...
>right...' Keats began to slow.
>'Ohhh Shit....' He realised that he was completey and utterly
>smegging lost. He stopped, and looked around him, hoping the walls
>would give him some help. He was somewhere in the crew compartments,
>and needed to get to the... the... where did he have to go again.
>'Stupid brain...' thougt Keats.. he tried to recall Jacks random
>words, a mixture of Ointment and 'Quicky' got him going but played
>cripple mr onion with his grey matter...
>'Ok... right... the meeting..yeah...' Keats brow wrinkled in effort...
>
><the meeting, accouriding to Keats....>
>
>It was a windy night in Detroit... Rain fell like pellets against the
>window Of 'Keats and Co.' Private Investigators.. Jack burst in, his
>coat dripping with the Evening rain. He lit up a ciggarette, and
>throug the corner of his mouth, announced to the Office in his slimy
>1940s accent...
>'Ok.. Jay the Bugs in town.. ive seen to a few snitches and theyve
>given me the Wax... they dunno were hes at but i will soon'
>The phone rang, Jack and Keats picked it up simultaniously..
>'He downs the Old warehouse district. Theres some hot stuff down
>there, so dont be a fool, this guys dangerous, a real razmitaz!'
>The phone was put down, and Jack tossed away the cigarette, and
>pulled on his trench coat again.
>'Keatsy, im gonna be packing a shank for this one, you grab the heat,
>we need youse down to the Docks soon, but stay hidden... We need you
>to sneak around behind him... gottit?' Keats nodded, it was strange
>how Jack was taking command of 'Keats an Co.' specially since he was
>still green to the operation...
>'Im gonna be headin to meet him straight on, Danters grabbing a
>shooter, i got the sticker, we should be ok, people, you know what to
>do..' He majestically ran out, Danters in trail...
>
><The scene ends>
>
>Keats sat there for a while...
>'But.. that didnt explain anything....' He looked around.. he was in
>a back street housing area, the Devils Kitchen of Detroit. In his
>arms was a Tommy Gun, he felt comforatble with it, in his pinstripe
>suit. He pulled his hat down lower over his eyes and continued to the
>docks. Via the Old warehouse district of course..
>
>He crept along the street, the Buzz of electric lamplight was his
>only comfort. He knew he could hear someone...
>He his back into the shadows.. a door was open just along the street,
>he could hear movement... He waited, nothing could be heard... He
>crept slowly towards the light. He was right up aganst the wall
>now... He peered around...
>Dollface Kazza was sitting down mindlessly, a large pair of cheap
>singlasses on her, blonde hair and a head scarf, making her look most
>like a famous movie star not unlike Marralin Monroe trying to be
>discrete. He rushed in and threw the Sunglasses on the floor...
>
><Reality check 1!!>
>Kara was just getting into Better than Life. A few more men and alot
>more Beer was all she needed, when suddenly, The T.I.R game unit was
>thrown off her head..
>'What the F... Keats?' She shouted, confused in why Keats was
>standing, obviously in a hurry, over her, out of breath and clutching
>The Gun (TM) like it was a new born child...
>'Hey Dollface, Your door was open, and yous was wearing those
>things... i nevers seen you in them before.. they looked dangerous..'
>Kara looked at Keats, deciding on how to disembowel him firstly from
>pulling her out of paradise, secondl, destroying the unit and thirdly
>for calling her dollface.. she smelt booze on him...
>'ahh, i see your the worst for Drink Keats...'
>
><Keats Crazy Gangster Detroit 1940s reality>
>'Whats youse doings Keatsy? aint seen yous for ages...' Dollface
>Kazza replied in a high pitched squeaky annoying voice that all 1940s
>anster broads had. She was chewing on some gum at present, like she
>always chewed on gum... infact, it seemed to keats... that she ONLY
>ever chewed on gum....
>'Hey Dollface, Your door was open, and yous was wearing those
>things... i nevers seen you in them before.. they looked dangerous..'
>Dollface looked at him for a while, and then smiled permiscuously...
>'You been down the watering hole Keatsy, i can smell it all over
>youse' She gave him an oddly sexy side galnce.
>'You promised me you would quit, she pulled him in close...'
>
><Reality check 2!>
>Kara Grabbed Keats and picked him clearly off the floor.. He had made
>a pass at her. A DANGEROUS mistake....
>
><Keats Mind!>
>'I'd Love to stay and... keep you company, but i got business to
>attned to' Keats replied, eyes full of warmth. Kazza pushed him back.
>Qutie painfully.. for a girl
>
><Relaity Check Three>
>Kara punched Keats square in the chest, throwing him back.
>She turned around... 'Business you say'?
>
><Final Dleve to Keats ID>
>'Whats a big boy like you doing on a night like this...'
>Keats smiled, and replied
>'Bugsies back in town.. Jacks gone with Danters and is gonna face him
>down at the Docks, im going in for support work... You.. ah, wanna
>come, we could... warm up afterwards...' Keats winked, this obviously
>did the trick, as Dollface Kazza grabbed him and sprinted off
>towardfs the docks...
>
><Tag, Kara, go for it! gonna dive you right into the story, mebbe itl
>help your writers block eh?>
>
>OOC- Hey if you use keats, try and keep in mind thats he thinks hes a
>1940s P.I., tommy gun in hand etc. Go on, itl be a larf!
>
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