3.15.2010
Rough Draft Update
Just got done writing the rough draft of chapter 2. It was exciting and fun to write. I'm sure, however, that when I read through it again I will want to completely re-write it! But we will see. Tomorrow I'm gonna re-read chapter 2 and decide if I want to put more into it or take out some.
Posting Around
So I decided to also get P-Town Rhythm posted on a couple of other sites to hopefully get some attention and interest in the story. You can check out the posts on the following links.
Booksie.com
http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/book/trillenium/ptown-rhythm/chapter/1
Elfwood.com
http://www.elfwood.com/~trillenium/P-Town-Rhythm-Chaotica.3553210.html
Please post comments and feedback. Thank you!
Booksie.com
http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/book/trillenium/ptown-rhythm/chapter/1
Elfwood.com
http://www.elfwood.com/~trillenium/P-Town-Rhythm-Chaotica.3553210.html
Please post comments and feedback. Thank you!
Chaotica - Chapter 1
Chaotica was the usual raw cacophony of pulsing music and the buzz of conversation that can be found in any of the night clubs in P-town. The red and black tones of the club’s décor highlighted the gyrating movements of the flesh market on the dance floor. The DJ spun out a rap/dance beat with a hint of Numa Numa in the background. It was a regular Friday night and the club was hot on business.
A silk shadow slid through the crowd. With everyone caught up in the motion of the pumping bass, no one noticed the riveting beauty that glided effortlessly through the crowds. She was a petite woman with seductive curves. Wearing a black dress and crimson lipstick she fit right in with the rhythm of the night.
She made her way to a round booth at the back of the club covered in blood satin curtains. Parting the drapes she stepped in to find the man that she was looking for. Borik was a bit of a brutish man but with a rugged charm. He was tall, thick, and well muscled. An intimidating figure made more interesting by the fact that he was actually quite intelligent and charismatic. It was probably that charisma and that helped fill his round sitting booth with several attractive women of all types.
The DJ came on the mic at that moment. “Wassup P-Town. John Sean Juan isn’t done with you yet. So gents, grab your ladies, and prepare to bump and grind to the beat that I set.” The pulsing bass and the techno rhythm grind switched. A sultry female voice set the beat with her lyrics. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma Roma-ma, GaGa, ooh la la, Want your bad romance.”
The lady in black smiled. “Borik, I see you are enjoying life to its fullest. My, my, look at all these lovely beauties you gathered for me. I hope I get the chance to play with some of them.” The lady in black locked eyes with the woman sitting next to Borik and blew a kiss.
Borik stood up, a look of masked anger on his face. “Ladies, you will have to excuse me. I’m afraid I have to deal with business.” As he finished he began cracking his knuckles while locking eyes with the lady in black.
The women sitting round Borik looked at each other confused. Not quite sure what to do.
“I said LEAVE!” Borik boomed. The women all got up at once, indignation clear on their faces and a couple scowls reserved for the lady in black as they exited.
As the last of the Borik’s women left he spoke to the lady in black with a growl, “Natasha, I told you if you ever came back here I would kill you.”
Natasha stepped close to Borik. She draped her arms around his neck and pressed her body up against his. She looked into his eyes, they were cold. Her scarlet lips locked with his. He did not embrace her, merely allowed Natasha to have her way. As their kiss broke apart, electricity shot between their lips with a momentary blue flash. Natasha looked Borik in the eyes again and smiled warmly. “You could never kill me Borik. Not even if you wanted to.”
Borik grabbed her by the arms and firmly pushed her away. “What do you want Natasha. I grow impatient and your seduction will not last.”
Natasha sat down on the black cushion of the booth and spread her arms across the dark leather backing. “Now what makes you think I want anything from you?”
Borik scowled and sat down. “Why else would you come back? You have been gone for months now. Life on the streets not easy is it? Thought you could go back to your lady of the night ways, but you’ve grown too comfortable with being pampered by me. I think you have come to beg.”
Natasha was about to speak when a waitress entered the booth. The scantily clad woman came bearing bright red liquor in a tall glass. She presented it to Natasha with a smile. “Welcome back mistress.”
Borik barked at the waitress. “She is NOT back. Now get back to work serving paying customers.”
Natasha grabbed the glass and the waitress disappeared between the satin curtains. “You haven’t changed one bit Borik.” She took a sip of the drink and set it down on the table. “I would have thought my absence would have given you some time to reflect. Clearly I was wrong.”
“Reflect on what?” Borik retorted. “Your betrayal? The fact that you slept around with half the staff and most of the customers?”
Natasha rolled her eyes. “You know, I wasn’t the only one that was sleeping around Borik. I can’t remember how many times I found you passed out in bed with two or three sluts laying on you.”
“None of this has to do with why you are here.” Borik responded. “Admit it Natasha. The streets got too hard, and you have come crawling back.”
Natasha shook her head and smiled. “You are so full of yourself Borik. I do not need you or your pathetic club. I have gained enough power to do well enough on my own.”
Borik let out an exasperated breath. “Then why are you here Natasha. I grow tired of this conversation.”
Natasha came closer to Borik and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her mouth in his ear she whispered above the noise. “I came to give you a message dear.”
Borik turned to look at her with raised eyebrow. “What?”
Natasha waved her hand on the table in front of them. Black smoke suddenly appeared and then coalesced into two thick rings. Both of the rings were black and silver, simple in design. The inner surface of each ring was inscribed with names, Travin and Ricky.
Borik picked up the two rings and looked at the names. All expression on his face disappeared as he studied the rings. “Where did you get these?”
Natasha stood and stepped over to the curtain opening. She peered out onto the scene of the dance club. Men and women grinding and pumping to the beat of the music. “I have been following Tomas. At a great distance of course. The other day I saw Travin and Ricky following him too. They were stupid, made themselves known to Tomas. Those rings were all I was able to salvage.”
Borik grasped the rings hard in his fist. Anger coursing through his face and into his hand. Electricity rippled around his arms and in-between his fingers. When he opened his clenched fist the rings were gone. “Those fools were sloppy. They should have never gotten caught.”
“You should have never sent them in the first place Borik.” Natasha turned to him in rebuke. “Those two, handsome as they may be, lack the wit to handle such an operation. Then again, I don’t blame you. Since I’ve been gone, I’d imagine it’s been hard to find someone adequate enough to gather intelligence on Tomas and his business.”
“I was doing just fine.” Borik growled. “In fact I have reason to believe my men were not exposed to Tomas except that you made it happen.”
Natasha gave a look of feigned innocence. “I would never do such a thing. Travin simply turned a wrong corner while in pursuit and found himself face to face with his own death. Ricky, the fool, followed Travin right into it. There was nothing I could do to stop them.”
“Not that you would stop them if you could I suppose.” Borik said. “You may think yourself fairly powerful Natasha, but you are still a weakling compared to Tomas and myself.” Borik stood up. “Now, unless you have anything else to add, I’d like to go back to enjoying my evening without you.”
Natasha smiled. “I only have one last thing to add.”
Borik raised a curious eyebrow. “Speak.”
“Tomas has found a creator.”
And with those words the woman known as Natasha became a wisp of silky black smoke and disappeared into the night. Borik left alone to contemplate these parting words sat down. The music of the night intoned its parting words, “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma Roma-ma, GaGa, ooh la la, Want your bad romance.”
A silk shadow slid through the crowd. With everyone caught up in the motion of the pumping bass, no one noticed the riveting beauty that glided effortlessly through the crowds. She was a petite woman with seductive curves. Wearing a black dress and crimson lipstick she fit right in with the rhythm of the night.
She made her way to a round booth at the back of the club covered in blood satin curtains. Parting the drapes she stepped in to find the man that she was looking for. Borik was a bit of a brutish man but with a rugged charm. He was tall, thick, and well muscled. An intimidating figure made more interesting by the fact that he was actually quite intelligent and charismatic. It was probably that charisma and that helped fill his round sitting booth with several attractive women of all types.
The DJ came on the mic at that moment. “Wassup P-Town. John Sean Juan isn’t done with you yet. So gents, grab your ladies, and prepare to bump and grind to the beat that I set.” The pulsing bass and the techno rhythm grind switched. A sultry female voice set the beat with her lyrics. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma Roma-ma, GaGa, ooh la la, Want your bad romance.”
The lady in black smiled. “Borik, I see you are enjoying life to its fullest. My, my, look at all these lovely beauties you gathered for me. I hope I get the chance to play with some of them.” The lady in black locked eyes with the woman sitting next to Borik and blew a kiss.
Borik stood up, a look of masked anger on his face. “Ladies, you will have to excuse me. I’m afraid I have to deal with business.” As he finished he began cracking his knuckles while locking eyes with the lady in black.
The women sitting round Borik looked at each other confused. Not quite sure what to do.
“I said LEAVE!” Borik boomed. The women all got up at once, indignation clear on their faces and a couple scowls reserved for the lady in black as they exited.
As the last of the Borik’s women left he spoke to the lady in black with a growl, “Natasha, I told you if you ever came back here I would kill you.”
Natasha stepped close to Borik. She draped her arms around his neck and pressed her body up against his. She looked into his eyes, they were cold. Her scarlet lips locked with his. He did not embrace her, merely allowed Natasha to have her way. As their kiss broke apart, electricity shot between their lips with a momentary blue flash. Natasha looked Borik in the eyes again and smiled warmly. “You could never kill me Borik. Not even if you wanted to.”
Borik grabbed her by the arms and firmly pushed her away. “What do you want Natasha. I grow impatient and your seduction will not last.”
Natasha sat down on the black cushion of the booth and spread her arms across the dark leather backing. “Now what makes you think I want anything from you?”
Borik scowled and sat down. “Why else would you come back? You have been gone for months now. Life on the streets not easy is it? Thought you could go back to your lady of the night ways, but you’ve grown too comfortable with being pampered by me. I think you have come to beg.”
Natasha was about to speak when a waitress entered the booth. The scantily clad woman came bearing bright red liquor in a tall glass. She presented it to Natasha with a smile. “Welcome back mistress.”
Borik barked at the waitress. “She is NOT back. Now get back to work serving paying customers.”
Natasha grabbed the glass and the waitress disappeared between the satin curtains. “You haven’t changed one bit Borik.” She took a sip of the drink and set it down on the table. “I would have thought my absence would have given you some time to reflect. Clearly I was wrong.”
“Reflect on what?” Borik retorted. “Your betrayal? The fact that you slept around with half the staff and most of the customers?”
Natasha rolled her eyes. “You know, I wasn’t the only one that was sleeping around Borik. I can’t remember how many times I found you passed out in bed with two or three sluts laying on you.”
“None of this has to do with why you are here.” Borik responded. “Admit it Natasha. The streets got too hard, and you have come crawling back.”
Natasha shook her head and smiled. “You are so full of yourself Borik. I do not need you or your pathetic club. I have gained enough power to do well enough on my own.”
Borik let out an exasperated breath. “Then why are you here Natasha. I grow tired of this conversation.”
Natasha came closer to Borik and rested her chin on his shoulder. Her mouth in his ear she whispered above the noise. “I came to give you a message dear.”
Borik turned to look at her with raised eyebrow. “What?”
Natasha waved her hand on the table in front of them. Black smoke suddenly appeared and then coalesced into two thick rings. Both of the rings were black and silver, simple in design. The inner surface of each ring was inscribed with names, Travin and Ricky.
Borik picked up the two rings and looked at the names. All expression on his face disappeared as he studied the rings. “Where did you get these?”
Natasha stood and stepped over to the curtain opening. She peered out onto the scene of the dance club. Men and women grinding and pumping to the beat of the music. “I have been following Tomas. At a great distance of course. The other day I saw Travin and Ricky following him too. They were stupid, made themselves known to Tomas. Those rings were all I was able to salvage.”
Borik grasped the rings hard in his fist. Anger coursing through his face and into his hand. Electricity rippled around his arms and in-between his fingers. When he opened his clenched fist the rings were gone. “Those fools were sloppy. They should have never gotten caught.”
“You should have never sent them in the first place Borik.” Natasha turned to him in rebuke. “Those two, handsome as they may be, lack the wit to handle such an operation. Then again, I don’t blame you. Since I’ve been gone, I’d imagine it’s been hard to find someone adequate enough to gather intelligence on Tomas and his business.”
“I was doing just fine.” Borik growled. “In fact I have reason to believe my men were not exposed to Tomas except that you made it happen.”
Natasha gave a look of feigned innocence. “I would never do such a thing. Travin simply turned a wrong corner while in pursuit and found himself face to face with his own death. Ricky, the fool, followed Travin right into it. There was nothing I could do to stop them.”
“Not that you would stop them if you could I suppose.” Borik said. “You may think yourself fairly powerful Natasha, but you are still a weakling compared to Tomas and myself.” Borik stood up. “Now, unless you have anything else to add, I’d like to go back to enjoying my evening without you.”
Natasha smiled. “I only have one last thing to add.”
Borik raised a curious eyebrow. “Speak.”
“Tomas has found a creator.”
And with those words the woman known as Natasha became a wisp of silky black smoke and disappeared into the night. Borik left alone to contemplate these parting words sat down. The music of the night intoned its parting words, “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma Roma-ma, GaGa, ooh la la, Want your bad romance.”
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)