The Bitter Pill

[SoulWeaver]

The Contract ........

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"Who sent for me?" she asked--this was bold, and it made her very uncomfortable to be so bold, but it was time for answers. If she was to be caught dead in a place like this, she needed a good excuse for her amazing reputation to go south in a matter of minutes from visiting such a seedy establishment.

He could fee her unease now, it was real, but she was projecting a little more than required. Worth looking deeper. Yes, there, under the unease, behind the mask of timidity she was. Layered as all are, but still. The child like voice, the startled look and the brushing of the hair. Even the age comment, why he almost grinned at that for under it all, her needs and desires were ageless. He wondered how much she knew . . .

He peered out at her, careful now to remain low. For all his visage, the Grady was one of his finest creations, the perfect muse for anyone beginning their journey and perfectly able to cope with those who managed to return. He hoped she couldn’t see past his non-blinking stare . . . but then what did that mean if she could . . . something to ponder.

Grady palmed the piece of paper while managing to ignore it, he screwed his hand into a fist and a trickle of golden dust ran out, pouring onto the polished bar top. “Contract, I couldn’t say miss, it’s possible, although most come here looking for something.” The bar surface now reflected a shiny gold key. He pushed it towards her.

He smiled at her disarmingly, “Drink doesn’t numb in here by the way miss, and I’m sure the owner will be along presently to calm your thoughts as to the establishments seedy reputation . . . Perhaps an orange juice?” He pointed to a barely lit table where a tall shimmering highball of orange sat waiting.


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[ObscureInsanity]

Grady palmed the piece of paper while managing to ignore it, he screwed his hand into a fist and a trickle of golden dust ran out, pouring onto the polished bar top. “Contract, I couldn’t say miss, it’s possible, although most come here looking for something.” The bar surface now reflected a shiny gold key. He pushed it towards her.[/I][/SIZE][/FONT]

He smiled at her disarmingly, “Drink doesn’t numb in here by the way miss, and I’m sure the owner will be along presently to calm your thoughts as to the establishments seedy reputation . . . Perhaps an orange juice?” He pointed to a barely lit table where a tall shimmering highball of orange sat waiting.


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She felt uncomfortable again. A key? why would she need a key? She looked down at it and nervously stroked sunken skin where clavicle met manubirum.

"Is this some sort of joke?" she whispered. She dare not touch the key at the present, but her eyes darted back to the barkeep, and she felt a bit suspicious. "What are you playing at?" she questioned before her body jolted from the shock of another voice in the room. She felt her face go flush and looked back down at her lap.

"Am I here for a reason?" she questioned to no one in particular; more like musing to herself over this increasingly bizarre situation. Her eyes rose to follow the gesture that the man who had recently startled her made. She stared at what seemed to be a recently made orange juice in what seemed to be a fancy glass, one that she was almost certain was not there before. "What is this place?" she questioned through an exhale, she shook her head, telling herself that this wasn't the time or place to not be on complete guard at all times.

"I'll wait for the owner." she responded to the man who last spoke; she felt the need to cross her arms for effect, but instead went about playing with the hem of her dress and biting on the inside of her left cheek.

 

[SoulWeaver]

The Mans Man

Yup, the art of being manly isn't an easy road is it ....


1, OPENING JARS - nnng, she's struggling. You take it from her hands, open it effortlessly and pretend she loosened it for you. She didn't. Jars are men's work.

2, CALLING SOMEONE 'SON' - Especially policeman but even saying it to kids makes you the man.

3, DOING A PROPER SLIDE TACKLE - Beckham free kicks? Gay. A Stuart Pearce tackle is the pinnacle of the game, simultaneously winning the ball and crippling the man. Magic.

4, SHARPENING A PENCIL WITH A STANLEY KNIFE - Blunt, is it? Hand it here love. No, I don't need a sharpener, you think I can't whittle?

5, GOING TO THE TIP - A manly act which combines driving, lifting and as you thrillingly drop your rubbish into another huge pile of other rubbish. noisy destruction = man.

6, DRINKING UP - Specifically, rising from the table, slinging your coat on and downing two thirds of a pint in one fluid movement. Then nodding towards the door, saying, "Let's go" and striding out while everyone else struggles to catch up with you. God, you're hard.

7, HAVING A THIN BIT OF WOOD - in the shed, solely to stir paint with.

8, HAVING A SCAR - Ideally it'll be a facial knife wound, but even an iron burn on the wrist is good. "Ooh, did it hurt". "Nah".

9, HAVING A HANGOVER AND THICK STUBBLE - When birds have been partying they just whinge. You, on the other hand have physical evidence of your hardness, sprouting from your face. "Big night?" Grrrrr, what does it look like.

10, NODDING AT COPPERS - A moments eye contact is all it takes for you to share the unspoken bond. "We've not seen eye to eye in the past", it says "but someone's got to keep the little scrotes in line".

11, USING POWER TOOLS - slightly more powerful than you need or can safely handle. Pneumatic drilling while smoking a fag? Superb.


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[SoulWeaver]

Pin Ups

 

[SoulWeaver]

Song of the Day

Zodiac Mindwarp - Backseat Education


You Wanna Ride Baby
This Is A Special Car
Two Accelerators, No Brakes

You Wanna Know About Love.
Lemme Teach Yeah
Come To Church I'm The Preacher
Jump In The Motor
Let The Kisses Cascade
I'm The Love Commando This Is A Raid
If Love Is An Art, Baby I'm Surreal
With You By My Side
Can't Keep My Hands On The Wheel
Unbuckle That Strap Jump In The Back
Let's Steam Up The Windows Of My Cadillac.

Gimme Back Seat Education
Working Up A Sweat On The Leatherette
I Said Back Seat Education
Little Girl You're The Teacher's Pet

I'm The Genius Of Love
I Got An Honours Degree
Baby You're In Luck
I'm Gonna Teach You For Free
I'll Show You Things
You Don't Learn At School
I'll Show You Baby How To Break The Rules
Blow Torch Baby Give Me Hot Job Precision
Apocalypse Lips Nuclear Kissing
Oh Baby It Ain't Solitaire
Horizontal Hold Get Your Legs In The Air

Gimme Back Seat Education
Working Up A Sweat On The Leatherette
Back Seat Education
Baby Baby Baby You're The Teacher's Pet
Yeah - Crawling From The Wreckage Baby

Back Seat Education
I Said Back Seat Education
I Said Back Seat Education
I Said Back Seat Education

Back Seat Education
Working Up A Sweat On The Leatherette
Back Seat Education
Little Girl You're The Teacher's Pet ​

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[SoulWeaver]

Motivational Posters

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[fuckmeat]

Yup, the art of being manly isn't an easy road is it ....


1, OPENING JARS - nnng, she's struggling. You take it from her hands, open it effortlessly and pretend she loosened it for you. She didn't. Jars are men's work.

2, CALLING SOMEONE 'SON' - Especially policeman but even saying it to kids makes you the man.

3, DOING A PROPER SLIDE TACKLE - Beckham free kicks? Gay. A Stuart Pearce tackle is the pinnacle of the game, simultaneously winning the ball and crippling the man. Magic.

4, SHARPENING A PENCIL WITH A STANLEY KNIFE - Blunt, is it? Hand it here love. No, I don't need a sharpener, you think I can't whittle?

5, GOING TO THE TIP - A manly act which combines driving, lifting and as you thrillingly drop your rubbish into another huge pile of other rubbish. noisy destruction = man.

6, DRINKING UP - Specifically, rising from the table, slinging your coat on and downing two thirds of a pint in one fluid movement. Then nodding towards the door, saying, "Let's go" and striding out while everyone else struggles to catch up with you. God, you're hard.

7, HAVING A THIN BIT OF WOOD - in the shed, solely to stir paint with.

8, HAVING A SCAR - Ideally it'll be a facial knife wound, but even an iron burn on the wrist is good. "Ooh, did it hurt". "Nah".

9, HAVING A HANGOVER AND THICK STUBBLE - When birds have been partying they just whinge. You, on the other hand have physical evidence of your hardness, sprouting from your face. "Big night?" Grrrrr, what does it look like.

10, NODDING AT COPPERS - A moments eye contact is all it takes for you to share the unspoken bond. "We've not seen eye to eye in the past", it says "but someone's got to keep the little scrotes in line".

11, USING POWER TOOLS - slightly more powerful than you need or can safely handle. Pneumatic drilling while smoking a fag? Superb.


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OMG you are so British.

You know, nothing's quite as manly as getting feral enough to maim a hot girl's throat.

... preferably while erecting flatpack furniture with your free hand.

 

[SoulWeaver]

OMG you are so British.
You know, nothing's quite as manly as getting feral enough to maim a hot girl's throat.

... preferably while erecting flatpack furniture with your free hand.

All the colonies are British, well, were ..... some were convicts, some of us explorers and reprobates.

Fix that link or you're gonna get it ........ while changing the spark plugs and drinking beer with my mates ...

 

[fuckmeat]

All the colonies are British, well, were ..... some were convicts, some of us explorers and reprobates.

Fix that link or you're gonna get it ........ while changing the spark plugs and drinking beer with my mates ...

I can see the pic fine? Is that the link you're referring to?

 

[SoulWeaver]

I can see the pic fine? Is that the link you're referring to?

Yeah, It's taunting me with it's "fuck my face" red xxxxxness ........ :caning:

 

[fuckmeat]

Yeah, It's taunting me with it's "fuck my face" red xxxxxness ........ :caning:

Dammit.

Gimme a sec... or two perhaps.

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Yeah, It's taunting me with it's "fuck my face" red xxxxxness ........ :caning:

He's not the only one who sees a red X... i do too.

 

[fuckmeat]

 

[fuckmeat]

All the colonies are British, well, were ..... some were convicts, some of us explorers and reprobates.

Fix that link or you're gonna get it ........ while changing the spark plugs and drinking beer with my mates ...

It was just the slang, 'coppers, scrotes' etc. Do pardon my presumption.

 

[SoulWeaver]

It was just the slang, 'coppers, scrotes' etc. Do pardon my presumption.

No presumption ..... ex Brummie and coppers are coppers where I hide out now too

Nice pic, pretty sure I could run the barbie and weed whack the lawns too, although your knees might get grass burn .....

 

[fuckmeat]

No presumption ..... ex Brummie and coppers are coppers where I hide out now too

Nice pic, pretty sure I could run the barbie and weed whack the lawns too, although your knees might get grass burn .....

So long as I don't wind up on the barbie I'll happily pay the price.

 

[SoulWeaver]

So long as I don't wind up on the barbie I'll happily pay the price.

So grass burns are ok, branding isn't. Nods.

 

[SoulWeaver]

The Contract ........

"I'll wait for the owner." she responded to the man who last spoke; she felt the need to cross her arms for effect, but instead went about playing with the hem of her dress and biting on the inside of her left cheek.

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“Yes, you shall, but not for long miss, he is already waiting for you. As he has been for some time . . .” Grady nodded back towards the table. He watched her slowly turn, a completely baffled look on her face, “He wasn’t . . .” she stammered, but Grady cut her off. “ I wouldn’t keep him waiting miss, he doesn’t see everyone that passes through here.”

He almost chuckled as various looks played across her delightful face, each one being brought under control and then dismissed, as another slipped in to confuse and challenge. To her credit she gathered it all up and replaced the more wayward ones with a look of determination, which almost covered up her uncertainty and fear. Not that she was afraid in the classic sense, he could smell the stink of fear and there was none here, even if he gave her the courtesy of not actively probing. No she wasn’t afraid, her fear was personal, fear of failure, of not being taken seriously . . of not finding love. Yes, there was much fear in her, “Plenty to work with,” he mused.

She was still absently stroking her neck, where a beautiful glided key might hang, toying with the teasing bump which a finger might descend over, as it dipped its way down her cleavage as surely and as slowly as a drop of heated honey.

Their eyes locked, then he broke the moment, speaking quietly, but his deeply resonating voice was pitched perfectly, just for her needs and hers alone. “Please, join me . . . miss? Forgive me, but I don’t yet know your name.”


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[SoulWeaver]

The Visual Arts Center

Random stuff that doesn't categorise ...... but still works to thrill.

 

[SoulWeaver]

Urban Dictionary

URBAN DICTIONARY Definition of the Day

Rule-J

If they Can't Take a Joke, Fuck Them.

"The Museum people where angry because I wrote Captions on their Old Paintings? The Captions were Funny! Rule-J, If they can't take a Joke, Fuck them."

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[SoulWeaver]

The Visual Arts Center

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Their eyes locked, then he broke the moment, speaking quietly, but his deeply resonating voice was pitched perfectly, just for her needs and hers alone. “Please, join me . . . miss? Forgive me, but I don’t yet know your name.”

After she had completely regained composure she slowly slid off the side of the barstool and walked cautiously towards the man who just seemingly appeared out of thin air. Her hand was still near the base of her throat and she had sort of a defensive posture to her, so much so that any evidence of a bust was completely covered by her arms. Their eyes locked and she restrained the need to gulp.

"My name... is Kadence..." she said softly as she stood beside the table where a man hidden half in shadow sat, her gaze fell. "Kadence MacWell."

She shifted her weight from one foot to another and slowly allowed her arms to come down and rest at her side. She felt very embarrassed, though she wasn't entirely sure why; her face, slowly made its way upward to parallel the face of the man, their eyes locked again and she felt her backbone come back. She did not join him, she stood in what seemed to be defiance.

"Were you the one to send that slip of paper to me in the mail?" she asked, she felt her mouth go dry and she licked her lips nervously as she fiddled with her hands in the front of her, twirling a small high school graduation ring. "I've brought my latest works with me... if you're interested in looking over them... to make a decision."

At that point she felt stupid, if it were, in fact, an interview she had done it all wrong. She left her portfolio behind at the bar, she hadn't shaken his hand nor took his invitation to sit with him. She felt her cheeks redden again and she smiled blankly for a moment then bit her bottom lip, waiting for a reply.

 

[SoulWeaver]

The Mans Man

Yet more tips for the lad aspiring to be the real man ....


12, KICKING A FOOTY AGAINST A GARAGE DOOR - Clang-g-g-g-g-g-! Stitch that becks, I kick so hard I set off car alarms.

13, ARRIVING IN A PUB LATE... and everyone cheers you. It doesn't mean you're popular, it just means your mates are pissed. However, the rest of the pub doesn't know that.

14, NOT WATCHING YOUR WEIGHT - fat is a feminist issue, apparently. Brilliant. Pass the pork scratchings.

15, CARVING THE ROAST - and saying "are you a leg or breast man" to the blokes and "do you want stuffing" to the women. Congratulations, you are now your dad.

16, WINKING - turns women to putty. Doesn't it?

17, TEST SWINGING HAMMERS - ideally, the hardwear store would have little changing rooms with mirrors so you could see how rugged you look with any DIY item. Until then, we'll make do with the aisles.

18, TAKING OUT 200 FROM A CASHPOINT - okay, so its for paying the plumber later but with that much cash you feel like a mafia don. The only thing better is peeling notes off the roll later.

19, PHONE CALLS THAT LAST LESS THAN A MINUTE - unlike birds, we get straight to the point. "alright? Yep. Drink? Red lion? George, it is then. Seven. See ya."

20, PARALLEL PARKING - bosh, straight in. first time. Can Schumacher do that? No, because his cars got no reverse gear which, technically, makes you the worlds best driver.

21, HAVING EARNED THAT PINT - Since the dawn of time, men have toiled in the fields in blistering heat. Why? So, when it's over we can stand there in silence, surveying our work with one hand resting on the beer gut while the other nurses a foaming jug of ale. Aaaah.

22, HAVING SOMETHING PROPERLY WRONG WITH YOU - especially if you didn't make a fuss. "Why was I off, nothing much, just a brain haemorrhage".

23, KNOWING WHICH SCREWDRIVER IS WHICH - "a Phillips? For that? Are you mad,bint?"

24, TAKING A NEWSPAPER INTO THE LOO - a visual code that says "that's right, I'm going in there for a huge, long man-sized No2."


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[SoulWeaver]

Bibliotheca Alexandrina

Adam the while,
Waiting desirous her return, had wove
Of choicest flowers a garland, to adorn
Her tresses, and her rural labours crown;
As reapers oft are wont their harvest-queen.
Great joy he promised to his thoughts, and new
Solace in her return, so long delayed:
Yet oft his heart, divine of something ill,
Misgave him; he the faltering measure felt;
And forth to meet her went, the way she took
That morn when first they parted: by the tree
Of knowledge he must pass; there he her met,
Scarce from the tree returning; in her hand
A bough of fairest fruit, that downy smiled,
New gathered, and ambrosial smell diffused.
To him she hasted; in her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt;
Which, with bland words at will, she thus addressed.
Hast thou not wondered, Adam, at my stay?
Thee I have missed, and thought it long, deprived
Thy presence; agony of love till now
Not felt, nor shall be twice; for never more
Mean I to try, what rash untried I sought,
The pain of absence from thy sight.

Paradise Lost, Book IX​

 

[SoulWeaver]

Cosplay

Cosplay, Uniforms, Lingerie ..... why ..... ? Who cares - why not!