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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 10, 2024 19:24:09 GMT -5
The old man had been all over the city, visiting various places for a particular reason known only to him. Then one day, he arrives at a seedy looking spot out near a quiet part of town. He walks up to room 6B and clears his throat, before knocking.
[ Mizz Fortune continue ]
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 11, 2024 21:39:08 GMT -5
There were sounds of shuffling on the other side of that door, a groan, and then soft footsteps as the door opened, but the chain link remained. It opened up just enough though to reveal the disheveled pale face of a Romanian woman, a single eye caked in liner peered through, checking who dared disturb her slumber.
Mizz Fortune "Wh-...Hammer?"
She asked, seeing his familiar beard. She shut the door then unlinked it, opening it fully, revealing her full form, tattered black gown on her frame, hair looking as if she swept the floor with it.
She kicked a wine bottle out the way...
Mizz Fortune "Oh, la naiba, is it time for my match already?"
She asked with her eyes squinting, rubbing a hand down her face.
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 12, 2024 12:59:40 GMT -5
The old man looks her up and down briefly. She may have been a hot mess but that wasn't what he saw. Doc Hammer: Your match? Wha ... I mean, no ... no match. Just me.He swallows, putting up a flimsy grin through his ragged beard as he tries to lean against the door frame. It looked about as awkward as it sounds, even for an 'experienced' guy like Hammer. He pulls his hand from behind his back.  Doc Hammer: I, uhh ... I didn't know what kind ya liked, so I ... uhh, I sorta made an uneducated guess is all ...He shrugs a little, offering the flowers to her. |
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 12, 2024 21:53:00 GMT -5
Anastasia checked her phone, realizing that the date was far from match time and rubbed at her eyes, getting them to adjust to the light of the flowers, then back to Hammer's face with a slight raise of her eyebrows as she finally linked everything together.
She tilts her head, studying him like a cat might a moth thatās flown too close.
Mizz Fortune
"Flowers, my dear Doc? How delightfully quaint. Like offering roses to a storm cloud, hoping it might soften before it thunders."
She spoke with a batting of her bloodshot eyes before talking them from his hands. She takes the bouquet with a dramatic flair, bringing it to her nose with a slow, deliberate sniff while rubbing at her smudged eyeliner.
Mizz Fortune
"And here I thought you'd come bearing whiskey, not whispers of spring. But you, Hammer...you surprise me. Tell me, did you come seeking salvation or are you just curious how the storm might kiss back?"
She asks while idly picking at the petals.
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 13, 2024 0:29:45 GMT -5
The smile fades a little, lost in the cloud of confusion that came with whatever the heck she said to him. The old man scratches his chin, glancing over his shoulder to his bike in the parking lot, and the bottle of Jack hidden in the saddle bag.
Doc Hammer: I, uhh ... I didn't know it was s'posed to rain today, thought it looked alright when I came out earlier ...
He turns back to her, still a little confused but getting back on track.
Doc Hammer: I was thinkin' about the other day, I thought we had a pretty good time out ... ran up a hell of a bar tab, that's for damn sure. So, I came over and I didn't wanna come empty handed but ... ah shit, I don't know why I'm trippin' over my tongue ...
The old man takes a breath to compose himself, that confident look returning to his face as he motions down to the flowers.
Doc Hammer: I came here cause I wanted to ask you an important question. A very important one. A question that I've only ever asked ONE other woman in all my life. Guess it's got me a little nervous, ain't many women can do that to me.
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 13, 2024 0:52:44 GMT -5
A wry, knowing smile tugs at her lips, and though her body shows the wear of the previous nightās revelry.
Mizz Fortune
"Tell me, my rugged knight, what question could possibly twist the tongue of a man so weathered by time and battle? What inquiry could weigh so heavily upon your soul that it brings you trembling to my threshold?"
She continued her poetic speech, either as a method to further confuse the poor man or to keep the pain of her throbbing head at bay.
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 13, 2024 3:47:37 GMT -5
Her language was about as flowery as the bouquet but he got the basics of it. He puts on another smile, more confident this time as he looks in her eyes. Gently, he reaches out to her hand, pulling it into his own.
Doc Hammer: I, uhh ... I wanted to ask if you'd like to go to the Waffle House with me.
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 13, 2024 20:10:21 GMT -5
Mizz Fortune blinks slowly, her smudged eyeliner framing eyes that glimmer with intrigue. A lazy smile curls on her lips as she lets her hand linger in his, her touch delicate yet cold.
Mizz Fortune
"Ah, the Waffle Houseā¦a temple of greasy indulgence and nocturnal confessions."
She leans in ever so slightly, her voice taking on a velvety lilt as her gaze never wavers from his.
Mizz Fortune
"My head still pounds like a mournful dirge and here you are to reveal the cure...coffee as dark as my heart and a stack of imprinted carbs."
She lets out a soft, throaty laugh, pulling back just enough to study his expression, clearly enjoying the moment despite her cackle sounding like a witch that was flying right outside.
Mizz Fortune
"Just...grace me with a moment..."
She spoke before she pulled away, closing the door now as she had drifted away and the sounds of retching was heard along with the noises of a flushing toilet and clothes dragging along the floor before 10 minutes later the door re-opened and out she popped looking slightly less disheveled and in a better dress.
Mizz Fortune "Take me away, dear knight..."
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 13, 2024 22:36:10 GMT -5
The old man was leaning against his bike with his arms crossed, waiting patiently as she walks over.
Doc Hammer: I can see you ain't a mornin' person, huh? Me neither.
It was well into the afternoon by this point, but he wasn't about to argue semantics. He throws his leg over the bike and fires it up, waiting for her to climb on. He glances back over his shoulder at her with a grin but says nothing.
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 14, 2024 19:15:31 GMT -5
Mizz Fortune "Morning, afternoon, eveningā¦ does it really matter?"
She says as she move sin a way that makes it seem as if her feet didn't even hit the ground with each step, effortlessly slithering onto the bike and wrapping her arms around his waist, inhaling the aroma of carbon from the bike.
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 14, 2024 23:06:17 GMT -5
Doc Hammer: Guess it all depends on what you're into ...
He says with a little shrug, grinning to himself as he revs the engine a few times and heads out of the lot. The ride is quiet for a few minutes, at least until a curious little red light on a street that seemed to have nothing on it. Hammer glances over his shoulder.
Doc Hammer: Why the motel in the middle of nowhere? Why not stay in the one they set up for us? The coffee's better.
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 19, 2024 0:31:50 GMT -5
Mizz Fortune "Oh, Hammer if you knew me at all, you'd know I donāt do things the easy way. The 'coffeeās better' is exactly why I wouldnāt stay there. Too neat and predictable. Plus, being away from the masses is more of my style. I see I wasn't too difficult to find for the likes of you however."
She turns her gaze to the landscape rolling by, her voice taking on a more whimsical, almost eerie tone.
Mizz Fortune "See, motels like this? Theyāre where the stories are. The lost souls, the fleeting shadows, the kind of people who leave more questions than answers. It's not about comfort."
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 19, 2024 16:08:11 GMT -5
Doc Hammer: Sounds like a lotta places I been on the road over the years. So, you're right about that. Course, a little comfort every now and then ain't so damn bad, especially after a particularly hard week at work.
The scars all over his body were proof of that. They ran across his back and chest, they marred his arms amidst the tattoos.
Doc Hammer: Also helps if you spend your time with the right people. Got a couple drinkin' buddies you might get along with ... they don't judge and they don't hog all the hooch when it's in rotation.
He laughs as the light turns green and they continue down the road. The Waffle House sign can be seen in the distance.
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Post by Mizz Fortune on Nov 20, 2024 2:02:58 GMT -5
Her wicked grin spreads wide as she eyes the back of Docās battle-worn form.
Mizz Fortune
"Now isn't that a wicked truth, Hammer. I see youāve had a few rounds with life, and it doesn't look like you were too keen on taking a dive neither. Scars tell better stories than any ink, donāt they?"
She chuckles, her voice carrying a sultry yet dangerous edge.
Mizz Fortune
"As for your drinking buddies, well, long as they can keep up and donāt mind the occasional tarot reading over a shot of whiskey, I reckon weād get along just fine. I donāt judge either but I do call it like I see it. Now letās see if this domain has a fortune in the bottom of my coffee cup, or if Iām going have to whip up some magic of my own."
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Post by Doc Hammer on Nov 20, 2024 2:25:25 GMT -5
Doc Hammer: Just don't toss anybody through the damn window for no reason. I like eatin' there ...
He says with a grin. They eventually arrive and pull into an empty spot near the door. The old man nods at a pair of truckers on their way out the door then calmly holds it open for her, despite the looks they were getting from the people inside.
Doc Hammer: LEMME GET TWO COFFEES, BLACK! AND SEND 'EM TO THE BOOTH IN THE CORNER ...
He yells as he enters the restaurant behind her.
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