Road Trip Update #9-10: June 4th-June 6th

Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/11992973

Recap:

>I realize this moment may not be the most convenient for a ‘heart-to-heart’
>but I had to wait until your… ‘friends’ were otherwise occupied.
>Gadget Heard Everything.
>all the effort in the world would have gone to waste
>Dr. Claw Strikes again!
>Go Go Gadget Nuclear Fallout Shelter!
>I believe a civil servant, like yourself, understands the importance of discretion,
>Mutual alliance protection pact
>Our Benefactors.
>Guess who’s mad?
>Mad again
>Raven’s Mad.
>Tell a friend.
>Lies and slander behind the scenes
>Attempt on Raven’s life #1
>Boring movies and wandering hands
>”I’m not your girlfriend”
>Sorry gadget ):
>Boredom Delerium
>Rest Stop, Freckles ends up sitting next to me
>I didn’t start panicking until THIS LINE OH GOD NO WHAT HAVE I
>Murder, Lewd, Hair pulling, Biting
>All in a day’s work for storybro
>And then the getting murdered by your girlfriend part
>DAMNIT BLONDIE
>Or not
>Since i seem to have won her 50$
>BUT DAMNIT BLONDIE AGAIN
>Prepare for unforeseen consequences.

 

>Present day! Present Time!
>Hahahahahaha!
>Blondie’s death at my hands was rather swift and painless
>Well not really either of those
>But she probably liked it
>We’d discussed the ways we’d like to die before, it wasn’t too difficult to comply with her demands
>Even if they were kind of complicated, we had the materials around.
>They could use the leather belt i had in my bag
>Raven had black hair already
> just a bit of eyeliner and lipstick and she fit the part.
>Gadget provided the music, played her favorite song
>Glasses sang her the lyrics
>Freckles even did a bit of a dance
>all was good in the world as i choked a bitch out.

>As any good pimp knows, you gotta keep your bitches alive to make you the green.
>Aint nobody told me that, but freckles stopped me from killin a Hoe for snitchin
>Plus it’s hard to strangle people from across a car
>I didn’t technically get my hands even close
>We can pretend though, i throttled her good for telling the girls whatever she told them.
>Freckles pinned me back into my chair, forcibly
>I’m pretty sure she enjoyed the chance, that little glint of a smile.
>Blondie was upset at me
>Mostly that i was accusing and attempting to rough her up from over the chair
>I didn’t know if she actually told them anything or not
>Or even what she told them, really what could she have told them.
>But she actually had a pretty sincere set of eyes when she said she didn’t say anything
>Guess i should believe her.
>Maybe -.-
>I didn’t know what was wrong, or what they could have possibly decided i had done.
>I asked a couple more times, but they either ignored it, or changed the subject entirely
>I could see glares every once in a while from raven in the mirror
>She was trying to be sneaky, but i saw them.
>I pouted back every time.

>Lots of little details i kept seeming to miss
>Things i should have noticed, or caught at the time
>I knew better than to even pretend what had just happened went well.
>There is no such thing as a free pass
>But i would practically need my own embassy to chart out ways to solve the political quagmire that i’d just thrown myself willingly into.
>Or not
>But it’s never not
>Women don’t tend to forget, even if they forgive.
>I would have to grovel at someone’s feet before the day was over, i knew that was a fact
>Who exactly i was bending over for? That was up for grabs.
>I ended up sitting quietly in that seat, freckles didn’t even move away
>I asked her again of course, if she secretly wanted me to finish her off

>Moved my hand to her lap and offered, rubbed a couple circles over cloth before my hand was stopped
>I think the words she used were “I’ll never enjoy your clumsy fingers”
>Got to hand it to Raven, she knew me pretty damn well for that bet
>It kinda leeched all the fun out of the experience, the idea that i hadn’t actually done (what i felt) was my job
>It’s kind of a psychological thing, where it’s satisfying in its own right
>The idea that they’re enjoying something you did, that you’re the bringer of pleasure
>That the girl herself owes you, even just a bit for what you’ve done.
>Freckles in her male-hating mastermind ways, completely took away all the fun in taking away any satisfaction of her own
>Maybe she knew, or was punishing herself, or i’m just delusional and she hated the entire experience.
>Kissing, fondling, all those fun things are just empty as hell without that mental aspect for the guy.
>Whatever it was, she left me emotionally, mentally and physically unsatisfied
>I contemplated a rage-fap, the girl next to me could enjoy the show
>But the anger just wasn’t in the right place, hard to do that kind of thing when you’re mad at yourself.
>Serves me right

>We took another handful of hours to get wherever we were heading
>It was desert the entire way
>We were bored to tears
>Fools we were i tell you, fools to think we could entertain one another in a car
>Fools
>It didn’t go very well at all
>We started arguing
>That phase where everyone’s just a tad bit irked at one another, and they take it out with insignificant quibbles until everyone else is irked even more.
>Freckles was the start
>She had a beef with Blondie, blamed her for baiting her into even sitting back here with me.
>They argued
>About nothing, for what must have been half an hour
>You know how it is, you argue about something that’s meaningless because you’re really having that background fight
>Trying to win over the other one, prove you’re right, or dominance, or simply that you can make the other person give up
>They didn’t care who won, but they argued, long enough to give Raven a headache
>I had one too, but i knew better than to speak up.
>Everyone else just stared out the windows pretending to not be listening
>Except for raven, who told blondie eventually that she needed to “Shut up”
>Which didn’t go over so well with glasses, who happened to be on great terms with blondie still.
>You also don’t tell women to shut up unless you want to argue with them.
>So never.

>Raven and Glasses argued for a bit
>Wasn’t even nice arguing, or pointless arguing, this one had substance
>They started bitching about flaws with one another
>Insignificant things that had happened in the past
>It seems that once raven had chosen to take me to the movies instead of glasses
>#Wow, #whoah, such a big deal
>And once upon a long time ago, Glasses didn’t offer to buy raven lunch when she didn’t have any cash.
>Probably her own fault too
>I only mention these because they were the least insignificant problems they had with one another
>To an outsider they sounded like an old married couple bickering
>I guess with them knowing one another for so long, you have a couple thousand skeletons in the closet to out
>I heard stories about things i was never present for but heard about secondhand
>Mistakes that were made in the most insignificant places
>Juicy details i could probably use to my advantage later, eventually
>But i mean i wasn’t going to even begin to take sides.
>It got pretty loud and heated
>I was watching Glasses even begin to swerve a tiny bit in her lane every time she bickered back
>Never a good thing, arguing with the driver.
>So i did the right thing
>Which was the wrong thing
>I told them they should argue about it later, when we got there
>Which did nothing to solve or delay the argument, simply pulled me into it.
>”Yeah? Why don’t i tell your BOYFRIEND your big secret?”
>Glasses cackles with glee, a nefarious tone of voice

>Everyone in the car visibly perked up
>Even gadget, who supposedly wasn’t even listening
>I could see those ears twitch forward, listening like a cat.
>Ughh, please no
>This is going to be like days of our lives isn’t it
>Raven’s going to secretly be my sister, and have murdered my other sister
>Who was also blondie’s sister, or mother, or something.
>Thus why blondie has had to murder us this entire time, as revenge
>For the family fortune, or something
>Even though the other sister secretly didn’t die and is freckles or something.
>I’ll just be honest, whatever glasses was going to tell was probably juicy enough to crash the car.
>She was also bluffing, she had to be
>We were just aggravating one another this entire time.
>Whatever it was, i wanted to know, but it would probably be over-dramatic and completely send everyone into tantrum spirals
>Half expected blondie to lock herself up in a workshop and start demanding elephant tusks, human skulls, harpy bones and flawless rubies.
>Come out a week later with nothing to show for it, but she suddenly knew how to play the guitar like a pro.
>So i didn’t want to know
>If i just fingered my long lost dead sister in the backseat, i could live without knowing right at this very moment
>So i pulled a good old trick, one i’d learned ages ago
>”We’re not going to talk about THAT right now”
>I punctuated it with a glare in glasses’ direction

>I don’t know if she saw the glare, but the ploy worked
>It bought me time
>It’s one of those hit or miss things
>a little clever manipulation trick i’d learned over the years
>I didn’t want her to talk about it, but if i’d said something like “Yeah she told me”
>It’s too blunt, the point of that sentence is “I know the secret”
>and when you tell someone that you know a secret, they make sure you really know the secret.
>So instead of making the point “I know”, i made the point “Yeah, i don’t want to talk about it”
>That’s kind of an overlay of shame about it, and an underlying i-know.
>The shame is the big part
>Unlucky for me it was a huge clue
>And so was Raven, she looked at me with genuine worry in her eyes
>I didn’t see that often
>Now i was just secretly angry
>Fucking of course it’s some really bad thing
>God damnit giving myself clues even though i didn’t want them
>I raged a little bit internally
>Told everyone we were just not going to talk and cool down for the next hour
>We didn’t talk until we got to the city we were staying the night at.

>We were driving for like eight hours in total
>It was just, so god damn far, nothing to do, and we were at one another’s throats during the last bits
>Dying of boredom we arrived in Albuquerque new-mexico, i think
>Well not really we ended up at some city to the north
>Something freckles knew about that we made reservations for ages in advance, one of those little secret places you don’t even realize exist until you get there.
>I don’t remember the name, but it was called <Something> Springs
>Anons correctly guessed that it was called Jamez Springs, wow i couldn’t even remember it.
>The reason we were here was because freckles had the foresight to realize we would all hate one another already and would need a good soak.
>The town had natural hot springs, which sounded amazing right then.
>Or she didn’t have foresight at all and it’s just luck
>She still gets the points though, it was probably what we needed
>Whatever it was, we got there late, and it took us even longer to get the place we were staying sorted out
>Rooms only had 1 bed each and the owners didn’t have double rooms available or something.
>Accidentally booked at a couple’s retreat, great.

>(It was actually a bed and breakfast)
>(Also they technically didn’t allow “Kids” but we had booked it breforehand and they thought we were of appropriate age or something)
>We didn’t deal with it right at that moment ,because we had reservations for the hot springs that freckles called in while we were en-route
>Guess you had to call in to make sure they kept it open for you or something, but we got a 1 hour slot between 10-11
>We rushed a quick dinner, take out from a nearby market/resturaunt/place
>Showed up at the springs a couple minutes early
>shame the signs said “Bathing suits Required”

>The hot springs was different than i thought it would be
>It was like a giant clay-encased murky swimming pool that smelled like sulfur
>Next to a rivery stream thing that seemed to flow through the entire town
>In the middle of the city, like the place was built around it.
>But it was more of a valley-type city, and we didn’t see much of it on the way in because of how dark it was.
>But it was actually pretty private and we were the only ones there.
>We all donned the swimsuits you heard so much about earlier
>I applied the appropriate level of swim trunks
>Raven had a one piece with a shirt, Gadget was wearing a two piece under a shirt and shorts.
>Glasses, Freckles and Blondie had nearly identical two-piece Swim suits, aside from color, design and relative size
>What they were wearing didn’t really matter because like i said, the water was murky as hell
>It was this crazy deep sea-green blue color that you could see about a foot or two into before it just ended.
>Then it had this little bubbling brook that was cackling softly as it poured water into the pool
>And a Buddha statue
>Whatever, what the place looked like doesn’t really matter, it was pretty damn cool
>The water was hot and relaxing.
>I could only see the chests of everyone, nothing much lower.
>Important bits, in spark notes form.

>The guy there for the day was practically sleeping on the job
>It was late, he’d been doing reservations all day/night, and it was one of the specials they had where we could swim this late
>Because my capable male self can get dressed about 20x faster than women, i was out and chatting to him before anyone else came out
>He was pretty damn tired, and asked if we would actually be needing anything
>We were pretty good, he mentioned me might close up early, or just go to sleep until we left
>Then the girls arrived and we nearly tackled the water head on
>Which was an AWFUL IDEA
>Hot water does that burning thing all over your face, it’s awful
>We forgot this as soon as the splashing started
>And then Blondie let off the appropriate squeals and complaints to remind us not to splash her in the face because it was hot.
>There’s a magical quality of a hot springs that just stops horse play real quick, it’s just too hot to exert yourself
>So we ended up lying against our respective walls and relaxing, just soaking in the water.
>Of course we all bitched about how much we ached or felt bad in different places, that’s just what you do
>Sore backs, shoulders, chests, ect
>As the complaints rolled off, so did the stress, and the negative mood we’d been harboring faded away
>So i made a peace offering to Raven
>”Hey, commere and i’ll give you a backrub”

>She was quick, a glare and a “No Thanks!”
>C… come the fuck on
>I offer it again
>and i make it really clear this time
>”Listen i just want to give you, my CURRENT SIGNIFICANT OTHER, a relaxing massage in this lovely hot springs”
>Im being sarcastic as fuck
>Everyone can hear it
>But i mean it’s true, i want to give her a massage
>It’s a romantic gesture on my part, or just an “I care about you” gesture and i know she sees it.
>But she still refuses, and i just get a glare
>She won’t even let me close
>I just sigh, loudly
>It’s actually really nice to let out loud sighs in a hot spring
>Relaxing, like the air in your lungs is cooler than the air outside
>I try my jealousy card
>I really have my head set on relaxing with raven, and she’s ruining it
>”Alright, one more time. I really to give you, raven, a back massage because you’re important to me… Join me?”
>I’m loud, clear
>Say it with confidence as i swim towards her
>She’ll let me
>I can hear blondie and gadget letting out “aweeess” in the background.
>And freckles pouting
>And then me pouting makes an audible sound when glasses swims between us and proverbially puts her foot down and won’t let me close.

>Raven doesn’t make any effort to come closer to me and she’s off in a little alcove, so i swim away and say “Fuck it” out loud
>Seriously i mean if you’re gonna be like that, just why am i even bothering dating you raven
>And fucking glasses, you too what’s the problem.
>I just yell out
>”Next girl who swims over here gets a backrub, and i’ll give you the spectacular massage i was going to give Raven”
>Yeah, i say that, or something really close
>Nobody misses the implications, we’re not that innocent
>Whoever swam over was getting a happy happy fun time
>While raven watched
>Payback’s a bitch
>Either way i was pretty sure it was glasses who was going to swim over, she was the most likely.
>I just stared her down waiting for her move

>She didn’t move at all
>Just glared
>I don’t understand what she was angry at, but whatever
>The girl who does start to swim over is blondie
>Which i didn’t expect, but i was fine with
>I already gave her a good morning, she could have an evening too.
>But miss-glasses stopped her too, just swam between us
>I couldn’t see her face, she was looking away from me at blondie
>But blondie went from cheerful to sad real quick
>Blue eyes to cloudy day
>I frowned back, my massage choices were slimming quickly
>But then she smiled and ducked under water
>Haha
>And then air bubbles came up from the spot she went under, and she surfaced again
>”Oww that was your knee!”
>Glasses just shoves her back and growls “No”
>I… don’t understand
>”Come on glasses, what the fuck this isn’t coo-
>She just snaps at me
>”Stay away from her”

>See now i just don’t understand at all
>I realize i’m not even going to get to give anyone a message because i’ve seriously wronged glasses in a past life.
>I shoot a sad look around and i catch gadget’s eyes
>She takes pity and swims over
>Glasses doesn’t stop her
>At all
>Glasses and Raven don’t even look like they care that gadget swam over
>Not even a reaction
>I’m just absolutely lost with what’s happening
>Things start to click
>They think i did something? To Blondie?
>That suddenly makes far too much sense
>Overprotectiveness, anger at me
>It must have to do with the night in vegas, i’d have to explain what happened and they would know nothing is in the wrong.
>I try to start but they gave me that look
>That one that reminds you talking is just going to make things worse, so i shut up.
>A glare or two gets sent my way, Freckles is enjoying me being ostracized
>Gadget curls up on my lap and i wrap an arm around her, but she’s not going to get the same treatment blondie was going to get.
>She knows this
>I whisper a couple comments to gadget anyway
>”They think i did something to blondie, i just realized”
>She nods, she figured it out too
>But i get the question back “Well did you?”

>”Really gadget… really?”
>She giggles
>It sure looks like i just tickled her, but i haven’t moved my hands at all yet
>”Well i can’t ever be too sure with you… but i don’t think you would hurt her”
>She’s being honest, that kind of breathy whisper that lets you know they believe and trust you
>Sigh of relief on my end
>I look up at the other women
>They’re eying us cautiously
>Me mostly, like i’m a dangerous shark in the pool with them
>It’s too hot to pretend to be a shark and grab ankles
>I want to point this out, but the humor would be lost.
>For whatever reason now, Raven and Glasses were whispering to freckles
>And now i had three angry stares in my direction
>Goldilocks now had three bears protecting her
>This is the wrong story and i don’t want to be a part of it.

>I ask the all important question to gadget
>”So… i was going to give blondie the same i was going to give to Raven. But you’re different, hows just a normal massage sound?”
>I get a smile and a purr in return “That would be lovely”
>Her accent shines through for a minute, it’s usually rather subtle but it showed there
>Obviously adorable and i’m about to start before i remember what she said in the car earlier
>I ask her nicely
>”Permission to touch?”
>This gets a reaction i wasn’t expecting out of her
>She breaks out into a beaming smile with eyes positively glowing
>Turns all the way around and hugs the hell out of me
>I just kind of weakly hug back
>What did i do?!
>Her next words make a little bit more sense
>”Thanks for asking.”
>Cultural maybe, i didn’t know
>But i responded with a meek “Always” and turned her around and got to work

>Massages in pools are nice
>Bathtubs or Hottubs are better
>But hot springs it’s got flavor
>It’s the water really, it’s got this amazing consistency you just don’t get anywhere else, minerals and things soaking in and making you feel different, oily but dry at the same time.
>Then the smells just add on to the experience
>Making my best effort to keep my hands busy
>Her hair was floating around on the dense water in a cloud behind her black, brown and red strands and clumps
>I could smell the shampoo she used in the shower earlier, lavender or something sweet and flowery.
>It wasn’t very strong, but i was pretty close
>Hands on her back, i realize the shirt’s really in the way if she wants a backrub
>I try to pull it up and over, but she chicken wings her arms and stops me
>I see, i’ll just have to be clever then.
>I just roll up the entire back as well as i can, not as good, but it’ll work.

>Her skin is much lighter under the cloth
>More milk than coffee
>Insert comments about wanting to drink it up here
>The real truth is i’m more intent on giving a good massage
>I don’t want to pay attention to everyone else, and keeping my hands busy is the best fix for that
>So i play with the muscles, the knots and creases
>Shoulder bones, segments of the spine
>I really did love giving massages
>It was intimate and innocent at the same time, you could do it in public and the girl would purr like they were in your bedroom.
>Gadget made all the right sounds
>Really just the content ones
>I wasn’t trying for sexual, and any time my hands got anywhere close to her breasts she tensed up
>But there’s important muscles there, and she relaxed and purred every time i rubbed those too        >She didn’t have any knots really
>So i just rubbed until she completely turned into pudding in my arms
>Is there ever a bad time for pudding?

>The answer is no, and i effectively put the girl in my arms to sleep
>Pudding can’t fill the emptiness inside me…. but it’ll help!
>I held her upright and leaned back and just relaxed
>Looked at the night sky, tons of stars
>Way more than out in our city, i mean you could see everything.
>I don’t know what the other girls were doing, but i’m afraid there wasn’t nearly as much lewd as i wanted
>Before we knew it technically our time was up, and the guy hollered at us that they needed to close up and he wanted to go home
>Complaining, whining and such was had
>Until the girls realized they had raisn toes
>Then they were up and out of the springs instantly and back to get dressed
>Everyone except the sleeping girl in my arms and blondie

>I shook gadget a bit, but she seemed really comfortable, so i just stuck my hands under her butt and started to heave her out of the water
>She could sleep, no big deal
>She wasn’t too heavy
>I decided to go the easy way out but it looked slippery so i asked blondie to get behind me and make sure i didn’t fall as i was getting out
>She swam up behind me and
>I couldn’t really take it, but she held my shoulder and i used her as support as i hauled gadget up and out
>I don’t really know what happened
>She slipped
>Or she let go
>Or i slipped
>But suddenly i was leaning backwards into hands that were no longer there to support me
>On slippery clay steps
>Holding a sleeping girl in my arms
>I wanted it to be cute, or just nice or something.
>But no i was now upside down
>I hit the water with a splash, it was hot as hell and i hit my shoulder on something sharp
>Then i got kicked in the chest by the now-surprised-scared-and-awake girl i was holding

>There’s quite a few thoughts i had underwater
>Mostly on how i still haven’t learned my lesson about putting my life in blondie’s hands
>This seems to be an attempt on gadget too though
>I didn’t realize she wanted gadget dead, collateral damage maybe?
>I don’t really have time to think because it’s just a tangle of kicking legs and bodies underwater
>Someone above me, someone below me
>Complete mess
>So i sort out the legs and push up to the surface
>My eyes burn like hell
>Fucking hot water i swear
>Gadget is there with an angry face on for waking her up
>Im sorry gadget! It was blondie’s fault
>I look around
>And then i look around again
>You fucking
>Blondie’s not here

>Gadget has no clue what’s happening, but i come to the conclusion quick
>She’s still underwater
>Fuck the burning, i dive under and find her lying face down on the bottom
>I can’t see anything but i can feel her, and i grab the first thing i can find, which seems to be the top strap of her bikini
>Perfect handle for grabbing girls
>I yank her upwards and of course the flimsy as shit thing snaps
>Not meant to support the weight of a full female being yanked upwards, so i grab the next closest thing
>Which is her hair, and that happily supports her weight as i yank her head above the surface
>I’m sure it hurt like hell too
>She comes up coughing and sputtering
>She wasn’t out or anything, but the first thing that happens is she starts clinging to me like a drowning rat
>She was panicking to all hell
>I don’t know if you’ve ever had to deal with drowning or panicking people in water
>But they’ll drown you
>They’ll shove you under trying to stay above the surface
>We weren’t even in a deep pool and she was doing a damn fine job of shoving me back under and splashing.

>Pretty sure she was making up for the earlier failed murder attempt because i swallow a good half gallon of hot water
>It was crazy hard to concentrate because every time she crawled up me i sank and the hot water was like a shock
>Eventually i feel her get pulled off and i can surface and get a clear breath
>Which is all coughing and sputtering from me
>Lungs are burning
>Gadget had lifeguard training at one point, so she knew where to grab panicking swimmers
>[spoiler]You grab them from behind, one arm around them and under the armpits, they can’t struggle and hit you as easily from there[/spoiler]
>We all end up at the edge of the pool and blondie hauls herself out and i follow
>We’re all coughing up water, except gadget who’s banging me on the back to make it come up easier
>Im not sure it’s helping, but i appreciate it
>Then blondie stumbles up and runs off and around the corner
>I don’t know if she’s scared or in shock, or who knows what
>Probably met cthulhu down there
>I still stumble to my feet and chase her around the corner
>Which count my blessings, has glasses standing there
>You know, just saw blondie come running around the corner coughing, probably looked like she was crying, and topless
>And here i am following her!
>I get punched in the stomach, and back to the floor coughing and sputtering i go.

>Aint no rest for the wicked
>But today i’m done with glasses’ shit
>Ever wanted to punch your best friend in the gut?
>Today i did.
>I catch a breath and stand again
>Punch her in the stomach, hard as i can
>She gives off this glorious sound
>”Kwoomfh” i think
>Really satisfying
>Air escaping her lungs, surprise, a mixture of all of it
>I guess she moves in kind of a weird way too, because her glasses fall to the floor and clatter away.
>I notice because i can see her eyes, i can never really just see her eyes
>But she’s surprised, hurt, yeah well fuck you too.
>I don’t give her a chance to even stand up correctly again, i just wail on her
>”I JUST”
>Bang i hit her in the stomach again
>”SAVED HER LIFE”
>i give her a third jab, it’s not really strong anymore but i think it knocks the wind out of her because she stops struggling entirely and slumps over.
>”AGAIN.”
>and then i’m back up and off chasing in the direction blondie went

>I find her in the middle of some trees literally half a block away, topless and just walking around confused
>I catch up to her and grab her
>Lots of struggling until i can pin her arms into a hug and hold on to her for a second
>She was just full panic mode
>I knew why, she told us the story a couple times before
>She was little, and in a big public pool with lots of people
>Parents being negligent or something
>Obviously the idea was that she was safe with lifeguards and everything around, but that’s pretty far from the truth
>Because people were horsing and splashing around, she swallowed a wave of water accidentally from someone jumping in
>Went under

>And the water up top was rough, so nobody could see she was down there.
>I guess when you’re pretty young and learning how to swim decently, you can get disoriented underwater really easily
>Or she was sick, or something to do with her inner ear
>She got lost underwater, swam down instead of up or left instead of right, you could imagine how panicked a little girl would be in that kind of situation
>Three minutes, four minutes, that’s how long she was under before they found her and pulled her up
>She got the whole drowning experience, and i guess the part about being lost underwater was really the worst
>Probably what happened just then, she went under and couldn’t figure out where she was and went back in time to that moment.
>Traumatic stuff
>She was in hysterics right now
>I hugged her against me until she calmed down enough to start breathing properly
>I was very aware of how topless and soft she was
>Luckily, my willpower had fully recharged and i was capable of rational thought
>Or so i thought
>She pulled back, and i got to see clear sapphire eyes
>Tears running down her cheek
>”You saved me, again”
>Then again, the willpower went away quick
>Because that damned girl got on her tiptoes and kissed me.

>Lots of thoughts went through my mind
>God damnit
>You’re a fucking idiot blondie
>This is an awful idea
>”Oh no not again” was the major one
>But that one played twice
>Because the next thing i knew there was a hand on my hair
>Then i was yanked backwards off my feet
>Hit the ground back first, knocked the wind out of me
>It was all dirt and twigs and leaves, didn’t hurt that bad, but it did hurt
>And above me was a girl with one hand holding my hair, and the other an upraised fist
>No empathy, no love, no care in her face
>Just anger.
>You ever seen boron burn anons?
>[spoiler]A bright green, burning, flickering emerald color[/spoiler]
>That was the color of her eyes.

>”Give me one reason i shouldn’t beat you to a bloody pulp right now”
>Those were the first words i heard
>I started to respond, i could give her plenty of reasons
>Didn’t matter, the second my lips moved her fist raised even higher and i stopped
>I threw out my hands infront of me trying to stop the blow, but it was too late
>Blondie wasn’t though
>She stopped the fist by wrapping her arms around it and pulling back
>”No! Don’t! He saved me!”
>Of course her voice had emotion in it
>She wouldn’t get paid if she let someone else kill me
>The girl with the green eyes just growled
>”This DISGUSTING PIG beat the SHIT out of GLASSES, i found her coughing and gasping ON THE FLOOR”
>Blondie froze
>Looked at me as if she was seeing me in a new light
>Wide eyes
>Horror
>And then they were off, blondie was lead away by the arm
>She didn’t resist
>She didn’t try to help me up
>I just watch the tips of their hair flick with momentum as they leave.
>The green eyed girl calling me all sorts of names.
>Disgusting, Pig, Chauvinistic Bastard

>I get to stare up at the ceiling
>It’s not really a ceiling, it’s a canopy of leaves
>It’s dark, there’s really only the moon illuminating everything
>Wind kind of rustling everything along
>It’s an interesting atmosphere, i just relax and listen to it all
>Stare up and watch the leaves rustle
>Pieces of sky shine through
>Then it’s blocked by a face, dark, can’t see who
>A hand, creamy brown
>Gadget
>Still wearing her bathing outfit
>”Here you are, i was looking all over for where that yelling was coming from”
>She helps me up, we’re both still soaking wet and it’s actually sort of chilly out
>”Come on, let’s go get dressed, its cold”
>We head over to the changing rooms and find the pile of everyone’s clothes missing, great they probably have it at the car
>I realize gadget is looking pretty depressed, i ask whats up
>Ends up glasses and raven yelled at her about something and she doesn’t know what
>They think she’s an accomplice, or something
>I’ve got no clue what that means
>It’s fine, we just have to find them and explain everything
>We limp over barefoot to the parking lot, the ground sucks to walk on because there’s little tiny rocks everywhere
>It’s also pretty cold out, colder than we realized in the hot springs
>Bastards have our shoes and clothes
>We get there turn the corner and i’m about to shout out that they’re assholes
>they know already though
>They really know
>Because the car isn’t in the parking lot anymore.

>We just stand there for a while
>Waiting
>Hoping they’ll come back, that it’s all a joke
>Ha Ha, very funny guys
>Right?
>Right???
>We sit down, shivering
>I wrap my arms around gadget but that’s not gonna do shit
>We’re both wearing soaking bathing suits and it’s just getting colder, later and darker
>The guy in charge of the hot springs is gone, the place is locked up because he thought we all left
>I mean we could sneak around back into the water, but that was a dumb idea
>I end up suggesting the smartest thing at the time
>I tell her to lift her arms up and i undress her, partially
>The shirt and shorts atleast, they won’t dry very quickly, the suit will be fine
>We wring out her clothes and she considers donning them again, but then just wraps and ties them in a bundle around her waist
>Too cold
>She grabs my hand and leads me off and down the street
>”Guess we’re on our own then?”
>Yeah
>Fuck

>We get maybe a hundred feet
>To the T intersection where we turned in here
>I look up it
>I look down it
>I ask gadget if she remembers which way we came from, which way the place we were staying was
>She looks up
>She looks down
>We don’t know, we guess
>We head Up
>I feel pretty fucking abandoned
>People i trust, people i cared about and that cared about me just left us in the middle of a place we’d never been to, miles away from our hotel, without shoes, in soaking clothing.
>It was suddenly pretty questionable if they actually cared about us at all
>I still cared about them, but fuck if i was ever going to trust them again
>And blondie, atleast blondie should have talked sense into them right
>Told them what happened
>And why gadget
>What did she even do to deserve this
>What did i do
>It was pretty crushing really, walking down that road in the middle of the night
>As it got later, and colder
>Our feet numb with the little rocks and pebbles we had to step across
>That was probably the best part
>We didn’t know
>But the hotel was the other direction

Update #10 : June 6th

Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/12018021

Up for a challenge anons? Here’s a true reference overdose. The recap is “Artist” themed, all musical. How many can you find? Some are flat out word for word, and others might be a little tricky. Mite be fun with comments.

>Feel safe do you?
>A-Ha they’re made on the crimes of you too!
>Do i have amnesia? What did i do? Feed me an answer! Why is this so tricky to avoid a massive attack from the queens?
>Arguments, the clash of the three, drivers on a vinyl road.
>We just missed Utah, the saints leave me faithless and in dire straits
>Somehow i get off without a scott, brown and tenaciously delightful mountains with olive brush of living color surround us.
>Together, we head to a cosmic oasis of hot springs
>I meet one owner of the steaming brooke, brother (one of two) that ran the aztech themed gem almost in the beautiful south.
>Waters free of chemicals; brothers in arms we were, relaxing in a calibre of hybrid pool and heat
>The ones i choose to share this experience, these waters of crystal; fighters and wars melt away.
>Except not, although the orbital skies were clearer than you would ever see in london, elektricity sneaks into the group
>I pretended to be the group aphex; yet twin eyes of our redhead daft punk, black haired anny byrd then our dou gals , gammer with Glasses protecting the pure of heart from pains herself, stare me down.
>Instead of the c-ute one, i get the prodigy lady of electronics; I make sure my hands don’t slip; knot away her worries with a Rob, Dub, Dub. Not an ounce of fat, boy she’s slim.
>Truth Bt?, my hands were on automatic pilot. Though, mass bang altered time still ticked, our pendulum swang and our hour was up.
>Sleeping girl at my arms, because pretty girls make graves Blondie helps us re-enact moby dick, but our killer goldfish forgets how to swim.
>Our angel of Atlantis runs off like a dyke in a van tried to paul her in.
>Glasses does her best to bring me the horizon, i’ve had enough, i dropkick her in the murphys
>Find our hixxy princess and get a free hat (i rasieved a kiss actually) since i saved her, i c, my prydz at maximum.
>Thud, Rave armstrongs me to meet the floor again, lovely high contrast between the leaves and the sky.
>Gadget finds me.They at the John? Because we can’t find them; Car’s Been Taken. I & shii, left alone.
>It dark, it’s cold, it’s spooky.
>Shame there ain’t no sun, dog, Now we’re both nightwalkers on a blackstreet,

I really enjoyed most of these artists and girls in the group liked some of the others (*cough gadget and her electro*), hopefully there’s something for everyone. Oh and there’s 65 different artists. Ill post a list after the update is done.

>When we left off, Gadget and Myself had taken off on an adventure
>Not an adventure we wanted to be on mind you.
>Left alone at the hot springs, we were left cold, wet and barefoot to find our way to the place we were staying.
>We knew what it looked like, was a cute little mexican-themed bed and breakfast, but which direction it was and how far it was? We didn’t know.
>It’s not really on your mind to pay attention to where you are and which direction you came from when someone else is driving.
>We left a little copse of trees and hit the main road, two directions up hill or downhill
>A little inn right next to where we came out, and we figured we could ask for directions.
>Nobody answered the door, it was locked, and i think it was temporarily closed for repairs. Lights weren’t even on.
>Or we were knocking in the wrong place or something.
>Another building across the street was pretty dark, so we didn’t even bother trying it, the side there were lights on didn’t look very welcoming.
>We just stuck to the left side of the road and started walking.
>It was amazingly dark, i mean i don’t think lots of city folks realize how dark towns in the middle of nowhere get at night.
>We had moonlight and could see the road, maybe 10 feet off the sides of the in every direction until we just couldn’t tell what was what.
>Well that and pretty neat cliffs or mountains off to the sides put a pretty tall silhouette for the sky off in the distance.
>I mean they would be neat
>If i wasn’t COLD and we weren’t stepping barefoot on gravely ROCKS.

>We do see a lit up building off ahead
>It’s a restaurant, i think it called itself a “Saloon” or bar or something. Some spanish name, Los Orjas or Ojas
>It looked about as welcoming as the DMV in a shady part of town
>Parking lot full of a couple trucks and motorbikes. Mexican motif, rocks everywhere with an old fashioned wood porch.
>I don’t know, bars always look daunting and scary, especially when you’re young
>The entire front of them is covered in signs for things you can’t drink
>This one even had metal bars on the windows, a fact that made me chuckle
>Can’t throw any cowboys out the window during a barfight!
>I’m perfectly willing to brave the damn place in just my swimming trunks and ask for directions
>But gadget isn’t, she stops me from even crossing the road when i mention it.
>I even point out i can go in alone if she doesn’t want to, but she just points out she’s pretty sure the place we were staying was just ahead.
>I believe her
>Didn’t seem like we could get that lost, it was supposed to be a small town
>Like one road, how lost could we get

>Even if we weren’t lost (which we totally were) it was awful
>The air was cool, freezing actually
>But then the wind would cover us in warm wafts every once in a while and stop the shivering for a moment or two.
>Then it was back, worse than ever.
>Plenty of buildings along the way, houses and things i think
>But i mean we weren’t freezing to death just uncomfortable, and our feet weren’t falling off, just numb from stepping over little rocks and twigs and things
>Pretty much it sucked
>But we were both warriors, put on smiles (frowns really) grit our teeth and walked on
>We were looking around every bend for the stupid archway we were past
>But we didn’t find it
>Really the parts i remember were it being cold
>There not being any cars at all
>It being dark as fuck

>And then these parts where you could hear the babbling and cackling of the river, or a stream or something
>End up crossing these wooden near-rotted bridges that we lightfooted across because they threatened to give us splinters every step.
>The air was warmer there, i guess the stream was warm in some places, no clue.
>I want to say that we talked, that gadget and i had lovely insightful conversations about everything in our lives
>But that’s bullshit, we didn’t say much of anything, just complaints
>Ouches and Owws when we stepped on rocks accidentally, that was the worst part
>Imagine navigating a couple miles of narrow walkway
>Barefoot
>In the Dark
>Freezing cold.
>That’s covered in lego bricks.
>Wouldn’t even wish this upon my greatest enemies.
>[spoiler]Not even freckles[/spoiler]

>We were fucking abandoned, hurt doesn’t really explain the emotions i was feeling
>I didn’t imagine they would just up and leave us somewhere like that
>I mean freckles maybe might ditch me, and i personally imagined quite a few situations where i ended up lost in some giant city i didn’t know on this trip.
>But this wasn’t lost, this was Glasses blondie and freckles leaving me, leaving gadget too, on purpose.
>And then raven….
>I don’t think hurt begins to explain what i was feeling about raven
>Betrayed, Abandoned, Unloved, Unimportant, Worthless
>Like a puppy left in a box at the side of the road, i was looking up every couple of minutes whenever i heard something, expecting an owner to come back.
>For them to arrive gallantly in a car to pick us up
>Pretend it was a mistake or something
>And every time it was nothing, not them to save us.
>It was that odd kind of pain you inflict upon yourself by hoping
>You think the worst thoughts first
>And then you imagine you’re just overthinking it and they’ll make it all better in just a minute or two
>And they don’t
>And then you think even worse thoughts.
>I was doing my best impression of shredding my heart on a cheese grater

>Gadget made it better though, somehow
>I wasn’t really having cohesive thoughts, just angry things floating around in my head
>But she was calm, didn’t seem nearly as betrayed as i was feeling.
>I don’t really know what she was thinking, but she was a trooper
>She just walked alongside me as we went, and complained about equally but i think a little less
>Just lead the way down the road confidently
>Tiptoed over another bridge first
>If i didn’t know better, she had done this before
>Not here, but walking barefoot down a dark road with no assurance of safety at the end.
>I asked her, and she said it reminded her of a town she lived in when she was younger.
>She wasn’t enjoying it, but you know fond memories.
>Next on our list of things we could use as waypoints, was a giant church tower thing
>Whitewashed walls, really tall
>I don’t know
>We had been walking for probably half an hour
>Buildings had thinned out, and in plenty, and we had no clue if the town was over or something
>I guess after a while we just decided it was far enough
>Found a sign for a park ranger outpost or something
>FIRE DANGER
>VERY HIGH
>I feel like it was a clue from a higher power on how i should murder all the women when we get back.

>I stop gadget though, she’s perfectly content to walk down this road with me forever
>Nice to know really, we should go hiking sometime
>But not right now, i’m miserable
>I point out there definitely wasn’t a ranger station, and we are indeed lost.
>She kind of contemplates it, and just goes with it i guess
>About face, 180 degrees
>And we start walking back
>We saw the same things
>Chain link fences, walls of stones and mexican styled houses
>The fucking bridges of rotten wood
>The occasional car would go by, but we just didn’t bother flagging them down
>We couldn’t be that lost
>Or were we
>We ended up in a fucking cul de sac or something, which means we somehow turned off one major road into another and got lost.
>We didn’t even understand
>I swear we were in a valley
>But guess not, we backtrack and end up on the main road again
>Just dark, and we were tired, we turned off in a wrong place
>So obviously we could get lost
>I don’t know how long we were walking, far too long
>Then we’re back to that stupid bar, back where we started
>We should have just fucking asked them in the first place
>Gadget telling me not to ask, the fuck did she know anyway.

>I ignore her and just walk over to the patio
>Gadget crosses the street behind me and just stands a fair distance away, like the place is going to bite. It looks like a restaurant it can’t be that bad.
>I can kinda see inside, but it looks dark, so i try the door
>Lights are kinda still on, outside, might be closed
>The doorhandle wasn’t actually a doorhandle, i think it was wood shaped to look like a deer antler.
>Couldn’t budge it at all, i knock a couple times just to be sure
>No answer
>Alright, i start to walk off the patio to where gadget is standing over on the parking lot, and the door opens behind me
>Oh perfect, finally a person i can ask directions to
>I get a good look at the guy
>I don’t know, it’s just a guy wearing a leather jacket with a shaved head, he looked pretty normal
>There were like flames on his jacket, it was kinda interesting i guess.
>I ask him the question
>”Hey do you know where the >Whatever the place was called< Bed and breakfast is?”
>He nods, “Yeah sure” and he gives a whistle to probably his mates inside to come over.
>See, this isn’t that bad, and i turn to gadget with a “told you so” face on
>Which she meets with wide eyes

>I snap back around and look, and there’s five guys standing on the patio now, a couple with jackets on, the rest wearing jeans and roughed up wifebeaters and shirts
>My eyes definitely go as big as they can
>Now i realized about two seconds after turning around that five guys were not what we needed to tell us directions
>I didn’t realize the reason she didn’t want me to ask the bar, was because her spidey senses were tingling
>You know the big bunch of motorcycles outside meant that the bar was full of some kind of motorcyclist group in there
>Not something we wanted to deal with, or that would give us directions.
>Specially not in our current state of attire.
>But i didn’t realize
>My brain should have registered this, been screaming “DANGER, DANGER WILL ROBINSON!”
>Gadget started running first

>Up the parking lot, away as far as she could from them.
>I don’t know if she was thinking about it or just trying to lose them, but i follow
>And i can hear clanks on wood and hooting behind me
>Then the crunch on gravel of multiple boots
>I realize what she’s thinking
>That we’re going to get mugged
>This is gonna fucking suck
>I don’t know, we get like a third of the way up the parking lot and we aren’t really that fast
>You ever tried running across a gravel parking lot barefoot
>You don’t go anywhere fast, it hurts like hell
>And me and my dainty city-boy feet, they don’t hold up very well
>I stop on a sharp rock and tumble over
>Get a facefull of gravel
>It was a pretty shitty feeling
>I stepped on that rock and my body reacted, i didn’t have a choice
>And i realized midair that i’d just royally fucked myself over
>I knew gadget though, she was good they’d catch me and leave her
>Right?
>Nope
>I’m sorry anons, she tried to be heroic, probably do exactly what i would of done if she had fallen
>The same extremely idiotic thing i would have done.
>She came back for me

>What happened next was…
>Well one of the guys caught up and yanked me to my feet by my shoulder
>I took a swing at him, but what the fuck was i gonna do
>Nothing, i don’t even connect
>The short bald guy is holding on to gadget, she’s squirming and kicking but not getting any headway.
>One of the guys with black hair drops probably the most cliche phrase i’ve ever heard anyone ever use outside of television
>”Well well well… what do we have here”
>It probably was from television
>He’s got dark eyes, they don’t glint, they don’t smile, or frown
>There are no emotions in the eyes i’m looking at.
>It also kind of strikes me as odd that we’re getting mugged when we obviously don’t have anything valuable on us.
>Which you know was my moment of realization
>That and the short guy excitedly yelling “I call first dibs on the nigger”

>I gave my best, i kicked the guy holding gadget in the shins
>I didn’t really think i did anything, but gadget made it work
>ripped her arm away and started running
>Towards some empty lot, out behind the restaurant or the white building or something
>I mean hope right? She would escape and it would be all fine and good
>If she could get to the hills she could just run right up them with bare feet and they couldn’t follow
>But uhh… you don’t outrun people with boots with bare feet on gravel
>Hate to be honest, but it doesn’t happen
>20 paces or so, that’s how far she got before the short guy kicked her in the back of the shins
>She went down hard, face first
>He had her pinned to the ground, knee on her back.
>I don’t remember if i said anything, or yelled anything
>Anything at all, i don’t remember any words or sounds i made
>But the guy holding me grabbed my hair and dragged me those twenty paces to where she was
>I don’t know if you can imagine what being dragged across gravel is like
>But it cuts you up, you feel every single rock no matter how you get pulled across it, every single edge
>Out of everything, the adrenaline, the fear, the worry.
>that’s what i was feeling, was some fucking gravel.

>I look back and hate myself for thinking about that gravel
>Instead of gadget, really i was worried about how badly it hurt to be pulled across some rocks
>The guy holding me was shouting something about “Wait”,
>Like he wanted to show me something
>Oh
>He did,
>He threw me down right beside her
>My head craned at the perfect angle as he held it there.
>As he leaned in close,
>Less leaning, more crushing, full weight on me into the rocks
>I had a mouth full of dirt and sand, i could smell his breath
>Chewing tobacco, and he rubbed his cheek up against the back of my neck and every bristle of his scruffy chin i could feel.
>I’ll be honest, i wasn’t thinking anything
>Nothing, zero, nada, empty
>The guy pulled down my shorts and i didn’t even think a single thing, like my body wasn’t important.
>But i couldn’t not think anything because they had me looking right at gadget
>right at her face
>at her god damn eyes.
>I closed mine, that’s not something i was going to watch

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>It was interesting i didn’t look at her eyes
>Because i would have seen the look she was giving at the time
>I only knew it after i opened mine
>It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t hate, or apathy, or anything
>She had eyes of amusement
>I only found this out as soon as she laughed
>Actual, hearty, full, resounding laughter
>A little strained because of the guys holding her down, but still there.
>Everybody just froze
>I shot my eyes open and caught hers and they weren’t nearly as terrified as mine must have been
>Or empty for that matter
>I guess it’s not something you expect when you’re holding down a young girl and ripping off her clothes.
>But she keeps laughing, on and on
>I don’t understand any of it, not a bit
>But being typical humans, and not liking something they don’t understand, the guy holding me down asked a question.
>”What the fucks so funny you bitch”
>That tone of voice you only get when you’re angry at being interrupted, stopped in the middle of something important.

>She keeps laughing
>Either amazing acting, or it’s the funniest thing on earth to her
>Chokes out a word now and then, but it makes the story she’s laughing at
>”Better hope you’ve got double plastic”
>And she laughs, over and over again
>I can’t tell if it’s forced, it sounds real
>She’s laughing with her eyes closed, i can’t tell.
>But she keeps it up
>”I am a school whore, open my legs for everyone, here and back home, you want a taste go ahead…”
>It takes a moment
>Two moments
>I’m fucking speechless, what the hell was i hearing
>”You should see the creams i have for rashest” and she lists them
>I guess the diseases too
>Lists a whole handful of STDs, and some i’d never heard of
>Her knowledge of english exhausted, she starts on other languages too, it’s a much bigger list than i could have put together.
>I’m having trouble not believing her she’s sounding so genuine
>Two of the guys holding her just recoil back
>Up and to their feet, one makes a retching sound and it’s pretty obvious they want no part of it
>But that’s still three guys, two on me.
>Someone behind me comments  “Whatever this kid’s white, leave the shitstain whore”
>Pretty sure i’m the only person in the world with a 1 sided dice.

>Of course, take me
>I’m young, probably a great fuck, who knows i’ve never tried to go fuck myself when people suggest it.
>But gadget doesn’t let me down either, she just takes the easy route
>”Who do you think i am dating, he doesn’t even know”
>The two guys above me lean around and look at my face
>Whatever mixture of emotions or thoughts i have on, that they can see in the low amount of light
>It works
>I wasn’t giving them a face though
>”Well shit” the leader mumbles
>Someone else laughs and tells me its a fuck sorry state to learn my girlfriend is a cheating whore and has given me the alphabet.
>I think that was his actual sentence.
>Everyone’s off except one holding gadget down
>His words were that he didn’t give a shit and he’d risk it as he pulled down his own pants

>One of his biker buddies stopped him, it wasn’t anything deep or meaningful
>Hand on the shoulder and the words “It’s not worth it, we’ll get you a clean whore up north”
>Someone else coughed out “A white one”
>Racism, alive and thriving in america. Thank god.
>They kinda backed off and were standing together, so i risked trying to get up, and pulled my pants up along the way
>Gadget too, at about the same time
>I woulda run anyway, there was no shaking hands and letting bygones be bygones
>But the biggest guy pulled a knife and yelled “RUN YOU SHITS” and we were fucking gone
>up the side of that mountain into brush and clay and dirt until we were out of breath and could look down
>We just clumped up together behind a bush, sitting on some outcropping or other
>Watching
>Nobody seemed to have chased us up the hill, i looked over to gadget re-tying her top now that she had the chance.

>The shirt and shorts were no longer around her waist
>That didn’t really matter
>We sat there looking down into the parking lot, until the bikes all started up one by one
>Headlights lighting up the area as they revved the engines and drove away.
>Lot of questions and realizations popped into my head as we sat there in silence
>I mentioned we were held down behind a church
>As if that had anything to do with it.
>I’m not a religious person, but you know what i sent a little thank you in my mind just incase.
>Gadget nodded in agreement when i mentioned it.
>She mentioned the logo on the jackets two of them were wearing
>Gold, Red, with a short guy in a big mexican hat.
>I didn’t see it, or i’d be able to tell you who it belonged to.
>Then the question popped into my head i shouldn’t ask
>”How… did you know what to say?”
>I guess we’re silent there for a while, sitting on that rock looking off at the valley the city was in
>Until she gives a solid response, like she knew exactly what she wanted to say
>”I had to use it…before… works on people who like to think they are clever.”
>I nod absentmindedly in agreement
>And then i realize what that means

>So i ask, with a heart already heavy.
>”What happens when they’re not…”
>And she turns and gives me a sad smile
.>My heart breaks in two right there
>Even before she talks
>She’s quiet, shallow
>”Well… they caught me lying”
>I’m hugging her before i can see her eyes
>I think i’m crying, but i’m not sure.
>I don’t know how long we sat like that
>Looking up at the stars
>Soaking in the moonlight
>I wasn’t cold anymore, i guess that means something

>We hike our way back down the forty or fifty feet of the mountain we were on
>It’s not hard, it’s actually softer than the parking lot
>The dirt changes between rocky, to soft
>Gadget finds her clothes, covered in red dirt
>I don’t argue with her when she just shakes them off, still wet, and puts on the shirt and shorts
>Covered in red blotches of dirty, streaks of gravely dirt
>Completely a mess, soaking, uncomfortable, but more clothing.
>Makes a little too much sense in my mind, so i blot it out
>And we lightly step across the parking lot and to the street again, who knows how long we’ve been out here but the moon is even most the way across the sky.
>Guess what we get to do
>I take gadget’s hand and lead her the other way down the road
>Yay…

>It’s still cold, there’s still rocks beneath our feet
>But i think i turned off
>I don’t know, a mile, two miles
>We finally saw the stupid archway
>A bunch of packet clay or something that looks like it with a log in the middle, and the sign that was all lit up at night.
>Del rio was it, Fuck it.
>Some spanish themed B&B,
>We’re not in the archway three seconds before something human shaped darts across the yard towards us
>The crunch crunch crunch of gravel under its feet.
>You know i really should try to fight the skinwalker,
>Ready to fight, Kick, Punch, It’s all in the mind
> but i just let it hit me
>It’s not a hard hit, its a hug, and i know it instantly even though its really dark out here
>It’s Raven.

>I’m not sure what i feel about that hug
>I think i was still off
>Emotionally
>didn’t feel anything
>Just hug weakly back
>She’s crying and sobbing into my shoulder
>I don’t know, it didn’t feel genuine
>It’s hard to describe that, but it didn’t.
>Gadget’s just standing there looking on with apathy, like it didn’t matter
>In my mind i guess i was weighing reactions i should have
>Like i didn’t know which one was right
>I guess she had been sitting here waiting for us for however long, probably hours, it must be 3-4 AM right now.
>That’s worth something maybe
>She does blurt out some things
>”Sorry, i’m so sorry!”
>I mean when she said that it was genuine, real, genuine apology
>I still don’t know what to think, but i feel tears rolling down my chest.

>That comes with lots of apologies
>About all the mean things she said right before they left
>About leaving me there.
>I stop her
>And point at gadget
>You left us both, not just me
>She chases her down and blubbers all over her apologizing too
>I don’t know if i’m really buying it, so i as-
>She keeps blabbing.
>”I was waiting, i kept telling myself if you didn’t come back i was going to go find you, and i just…”
>I know how that is
>As shitty as our night was, i’m honestly glad she didn’t go out looking for us.
>Ends up this quaint little american town is ridiculously dangerous at night.
>I don’t really understand why they didn’t use the car, and i ask that.
>And she breaks down crying again and said she tried to steal the keys but freckles hid them.
>I don’t even remember why that would happen
>So she starts from the beginning, in her own words.

>”Well, first we left you guys and got dressed, glasses got worried when blondie didn’t come right away so she went to go get her…”
>She doesn’t mention why they were protecting blondie, but i don’t interrupt
>”Then i guess glasses saw blondie run around the corner half naked, which she told us later was because you saved her from drowning… but she didn’t know and thought you were doing the same thing as earlier so she punched you”
>”And then you punched her like six times in the stomach or something you asshole”
>Raven gives me a glare at that part.
>It’s too dark to tell you the color of her eyes, but i can see angry in pitch darkness, it’s a skill.
>I want to correct her but she’s still talking
>”When i found her, she was having trouble breathing, i don’t think she’s had an asthma attack for years but your stupid punches brought one, and freckles helped her to the car while i went over to kick your ass for that, found you fucking around with blondie and i didn’t know either so… i didn’t mean what i said”
>”So we took blondie and freckles yelled at gadget for what we told her in the pool and then we all left because glasses had her inhaler in her bag at the room”
>It’s like i’m cursed anons
>No matter what happens
>No matter what i do
>IT’S ALWAYS MY FAULT

>I took solace in the next parts of her story
>Atleast for raven, i understood why she didn’t come find us
>Then when we got back i wanted to go back for you two, but Glasses was feeling sick and lay down and blondie wouldn’t back me up at all she just was kind of doing her blank thing the entire time”
>I indeed knew her “Blank” thing
>She just wouldn’t give an opinion on things because she didn’t want to take sides or didn’t know which side was right
>It was annoying as fuck.
>But i guess she didn’t like making everyone mad, which i understood
>and Raven breaks down crying again
>Sobs out the last part
>”So i tried to take the keys and freckles just hid them and locked me out of their room and glasses was angry and wouldn’t help, i think they all just went to sleep, so i’ve been out here waiting for you two and i kept telling myself i was going to go out looking and i swear i was if you were gone any lo-
>I stop her with a hug and a squeeze
>She’s going into a logic loop, she’ll be repeating apologies for hours if i don’t stop her now.
>I understand though, i guess one girl gave a shit about us atleast.

>She was back to alright in my book, i could stand looking at her
>I guess
>Except for that one thing
>”What did you tell freckles in the pool?”
>I just get the weirdest look
>Like i should already know
>I definitely don’t
>She even asks that “You don’t know? We just told her what you gave blondie”
>Wha…
>What i gave blondie
>WHATHEFUCKDIDIGIVEBLONDIE
>I say that
>I think loud, probably the entire town heard me
>Raven just shrugs and tells me to wait a second
>Rummages in her pockets, pulls out receipts and stubs and things
>Keeps saying something about glasses giving it to her
>Then finds whatever she’s looking for, and holds out a small little bag
>It’s really tiny, and its got these little bright happy smiley faces all over it.
>Gadget snatches it, looks inside and asks where its from
>Raven responds with the weirdest statement
>”I thought you gave it to him…”
>”Glasses found his jacket all covered in knife cuts, and that was in his pocket”
>W… well half of that i was present for
>I have no clue what it is though,
>We watch gadget lick her pinky finger and dip it in, comes out with the tip shinyish and a different lighter color, and she licks it.
>Then giggles
>Dips her finger in again and holds it out to me, says “Taste it”
>I’m reluctant, but alright
>It’s just some pasty kinda thing, can’t be that bad.
>I suck her finger in the least seductive way i possibly can
>The stuff hits my tongue and instantly it’s numb, cool, and a little bitter with a chemical flavor
>Actually the numbness is weird, it’s like mint flavored novacaine from a dentist.
>Then gadget leans over and whispers in my ear
>”Cocaine”.

Updates #11-12: June 8th-11th

About at this point in the threads, a man simply known as “Frogbro” appeared, and would continue to try and derail the threads from then on. Many people hated him, but he did not go away until much later. This is just one example of his neverending faggotry.

The thread once they got to the bar was pretty wild, these are just a few snippets.

Updates #11-12: June 8th-11th

And of course, the answers to the recap:

Click some of the links, i bet you know the songs and not the artists.

>Feel safe do you?
>A-Ha They’re Made on the crimes of you too!
>Do i have amnesia? What did i do? Feed me an answer! Why is this so tricky to avoid a massive attack from the Queens?
>Arguments, The clash of the three, drivers on a vinyl Road.
>We just missed Utah, the saints leave me faithless and in dire straits
>Somehow i get off without a scott, brown and tenaciously delightful mountains with olive brush of Living Color surround us.
> Together, We head to a cosmic Oasis of Hot Springs
>I meet one owner of the steaming Brooke, Brother (one of two) that ran the Aztech themed gem almost in the Beautiful South.
>Waters free of Chemicals; Brothers in arms we were, relaxing in a calibre of hybrid pool and heat
>The ones i choose to experience these waters of crystal; fighters and wars melt away.
>Except not, although the orbital skies were clearer than you would ever see in london, elektricity sneaks into the group
>I pretended to be the group Aphex; yet Twin eyes of our Redhead Daft Punk, Black Haired anny byrd then our Dou gals , gammer with Glasses protecting the pure of heart from pains herself, stare me down.
>Instead of the C-ute one, i get the prodigy lady of electronics; I make sure my hands don’t slip; knot away her worries with a Rob, Dub, Dub. Not an ounce of fat, boy she’s slim.
>Truth Bt?, my hands were on Automatic Pilot. Though, mass bang altered time still ticked, our pendulum swang and our hour was up.
>Sleeping Girl at my arms, because Pretty Girls Make Graves Blondie helps us re-enact moby dick, but our killer Goldfish forgets how to swim.
>Our Angel of Atlantis runs off like a dyke in a van tried to paul her in.
>Glasses does her best to bring me the horizon, i’ve had enough, i dropkick her in the murphys
>Find our Hixxy Princess and get a free hat (i rasieved a kiss actually) since i saved her, i c, my prydz at maximum.
>Thud, RAve Armstrongs me to meet the floor again, High Contrast between the leaves and the sky.
>Gadget finds me,
>They at the John? Because we can’t find them; Car’s Been Taken I & shii, left alone.
>It dark, it’s cold, it’s spooky.
>Shame there ain’t no Sun, Dog, Now we’re both Nightwalkers on a Blackstreet,
Fitting i guess, i do a music themed recap for the gadget arc. She loved most of these, and introduced most of them to me.
Pick some interesting names and youtube em. Also check this out, it’s like gadget’s favorite thing. http://techno.org/electronic-music-guide/