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Post by medium on Feb 25, 2008 16:03:29 GMT -5
Panels and panels of electrically syncronized wires and cords. Eyes on the dashboard. A button. A line into the outside world. A press. After a day's work with the mangy mutt, nothing productive was attained, not even a sign of the one he searches for. He dismisses his own inner thoughts as his mask's insect like, bulbous eyes flash upon meeting the flashy red button. A dial tone is heard, from an extending voice amplifier. The speaker set right beside it. An auto dialer follows. He waits. To report the day's events. Contacting the Contact.
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Taylor Devereaux
GCW Supporting Cast
The "Contact"
You Want Me To Mind Fuck You...Don't You?
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Post by Taylor Devereaux on Feb 25, 2008 16:15:34 GMT -5
Another busy day for Miss Devereaux. The aftermath of MindGames settling in with her as well as her stable mates on the day after. Her steps carrying her the length of the corridor leading to the passage of exit of the GCW Tower. A ringing tone was heard, the demeanor in her facial features switching instantly as she reached for the device inside of her purse. Revealing it to herself just as the door to the outside world was firmly pushed open. The sunrays from above shining down, partially shielded from her vision by the lightly tinted glasses upon her face. Instantly the phone was raised to her ear, taking not a single moment to observe the identity of the incoming caller...
"Taylor here." |
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Post by medium on Feb 25, 2008 16:22:58 GMT -5
Greetings Contact, says the Medium, with a trailing. Breathy. Voice. The weather? Is it warm? The sun beats down... so hard. The feeling. It must be refreshing. The small talk taken care of. How were the Games? The Contact knew of what Games PsYtOxIn was referring to.
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Taylor Devereaux
GCW Supporting Cast
The "Contact"
You Want Me To Mind Fuck You...Don't You?
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Post by Taylor Devereaux on Feb 25, 2008 16:43:28 GMT -5
As always when "hearing" the "voice" on the opposite end of the call, a look of shock immediately was apparent in her eyes. Always an eerie feeling accompanying any words he chose to speak to any and all. Her steps slowed in speed, her heels just barely clicking against the concrete below, as she raised a single index finger towards the awaiting driver standing patiently beside her transport for the evening. A hard swallow ensued, before forcing the words from her mouth. As with every one of their conversations, feeling as if this was the first time they exchanged words with one another.
"I, hello...Wasn't expecting to hear from you...Today. I..."
A complete stop by this time, surveying the surrounding area near the GCW's Tower. Was she looking for someone? Was she looking for...Him?
"Well, it was quite eventful to say the least. But I get the feeling you already knew that. I um...I'm curious as to the Games on your end though sir. I'm sure you're enjoying your "work" as much as Tobias is his. Though I gather you two have two completely different end results for your respective..."Guests". I have to admit to being...Extremely curious and impatient pertaining to your eventual prey. I almost...Hope to be there to witness it myself." |
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Post by medium on Feb 25, 2008 17:11:50 GMT -5
Eyes closed. The Tower, in question. Magnificent and grandoise? He still ponders how the fighting is idolized in the American industry. So much, just for the utter sacrificing of one's well being. Masochistic, even. The vision subsides. Attention focused. The matter at hand.
You must be weary of the tremble in your voice. It can lead to doubts. Something our mission must NOT have factored within. I am but your friendly persuader. And then some. The Mind is a wonderful thing that should never be wasted. But you wish to know of the POW. Then expect me every and each day. It is... well. I've kept it nice and cozy. In the dark abyss they were in? Hardly. A lie. Could she tell the sarcasm in his whispering, breathy voice? It seems to know. Nothing. Its mind shows me. Nothing.
The direction of his methods had changed as soon as he realized that nothing could be garnered "psychopathically." He had to keep this one prisoner until a search was aimed. Strangely enough, the only one who would. Was the one the Medium was ordered to capture. There is no welcoming mat at the door, Contact. Call it impossible even. Heard of a certain saying? 6 feet under? Amplify that ten fold. He pauses, for it to sink in. Yet, they may think he's not of this earth any more. Ye of little faith...
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Taylor Devereaux
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The "Contact"
You Want Me To Mind Fuck You...Don't You?
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Post by Taylor Devereaux on Feb 25, 2008 17:43:58 GMT -5
A shiver up her spine. His words registering in her ears, almost feeling the immense sarcasm in his dialog. Uneasy during the conversations with him? Very much so. That much she couldn't deny, yet he was a vital asset to their cause. That fact as well, never to be denied.
Finally her steps began once more, proceeding towards the awaiting vessel that would carry her to her scheduled "meeting" of sorts.
"I can hardly fathom how he's not, knowing your level of...Expertise ? In matters such as these. But yes, contact between the two of us should be an everyday occurrence from this point on until the conclusion of our tasks sir."
"Ironic it is though. The mere fact that the subject knows nothing is his only saving grace. The precise same thing I ridiculed most of these degenerates for. Amazing how the world, as well as the mind works sometimes I gather. And...Not to sound anxious or impatient but...If any developments concerning his "master" becomes apparent, I'm sure...We'll be briefed on those matters yes?"
She knew the answer before posing the question itself. Yet confirmation was her thing in all matters, business as well as pleasure. Guess which category this venture in particular falls under. |
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Post by medium on Feb 25, 2008 17:54:41 GMT -5
I think we both know the answer to that, he quickly replies. Though you must know, his presence has escaped through cracks. He is more elusive than I thought. Underestimated? Perhaps. It was as if the master disappeared off the face of this Earth. He changes the subject. Enjoying the ride? He wonders where she is heading. Not really.
This meeting. Private? Exclusive?
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Taylor Devereaux
GCW Supporting Cast
The "Contact"
You Want Me To Mind Fuck You...Don't You?
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Post by Taylor Devereaux on Feb 25, 2008 18:13:48 GMT -5
She should have seen that one coming. Of course he'd say such a thing. By now he probably knew all pertaining to the matters surrounding his inquiry a few seconds later. Her eyes diverted towards the passing scenery, surprisingly offering a brief smile on her face as she responded.
"As if you haven't already deciphered that information friend. Yes, I guess you could call it a private meeting so to speak. Exclusive?"
A pause, her eyes falling towards her hand smoothing out the few wrinkles along the fabric of the long flowing skirt she wore on this evening.
"At one time it could have been considered so. Merely a business meeting I assure you."
A lie. He'd surely pick up on that one. Attempting to change the subject as swiftly as possible, for he would surely pick the meeting in question apart quickly, she continued on backtracking to something he said moments ago...
"Slipped through the cracks?..."
Shock instantly covered her face. Was that even possible when considering whom she was speaking with?
"How...How is that possible?"
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Post by medium on Feb 25, 2008 18:29:11 GMT -5
That... I cannot answer for myself. So to you? Not in the slightest either. You can say I have been tracking him. The Contact knows of PsYtOxIn's methods. One day, I had him in my sights and the next thing I knew. Gone. If he is as intelligent as I've come to realize in the few instances I've had to enter his mind, he may have found a counter. For my gift. How technology has grown throughout mankind's existence. Almost admirable.
His head jerks to one side. He senses someone he had encountered in the past. Impossible. His words are cut off by the distraction. Heavy breathing ensues. It dwindles. With every breath. Could it be?
The Mother?, he thinks to himself. He begins to near the voice amplifier. Before switching the speaker. Off. An errand to run, Contact. I'll keep in touch...
The line. Dead.
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Taylor Devereaux
GCW Supporting Cast
The "Contact"
You Want Me To Mind Fuck You...Don't You?
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Post by Taylor Devereaux on Feb 25, 2008 18:59:24 GMT -5
"No wa..."
Dial tone. No more words passing her lips, as she sat speechless, her curiosity growing by the moment. What did he mean by...No there couldn't possibly be anything man made or not to counter his gifts. It simply wasn't fathomable. The phone slowly lowered to her side, pressing her thumb against the END button, as a deep breath was released. Her eyes widening as the thought of what could have caused for such an abrupt ending to their latest exchange of dialog...
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Post by medium on Feb 25, 2008 19:36:59 GMT -5
A glance. Toward the prisoner. So weary. So puppet-like. Once young looking. Now exposed to time and its effects. The end result? The shell of a man he once was. What happens when people play with fire. Feel the burn, comes to mind until his attention is yet again distracted toward the looming wave patterns bombarding the Medium from all corners. Could she know? He closes his eyes, focusing on the person in question.
<~>...<~>
Just in the outskirts of the metropolis that is CHICAGO, passing thousands upon thousands of minds, the focus falls on the one that has him slightly concerned. So, there you are. He must keep this Mother away. And I will...
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