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Oriphiel · 02-06-2015, 12:15 PM

Even though I've stopped updating my journals, they've somehow continued to get quite a few views, so I figured that I should give you all some new content to look at as a big "Thanks!" for all of the support! As I wrote this next chapter I forgot that curse words are censored, a fact that I didn't realize until I previewed it and saw a bunch of asterisks in front of me. While I could just use loopholes to sneak them in, I actually find all of the asterisks really funny for some reason, so I decided to just leave it as it is. Have fun using your imagination!

Chapter Four

Cleo was furiously writing down her story, eager to catch something interesting before her inspiration disappeared, when she finally dropped her pen and rubbed her eyes. A small part of her was proud of her work, while the rest couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of her situation. "Truly, this is your best work yet, Cleo. This is, like, the Hamlet of porn," she joked to herself, leaning back in her chair as she stretched, now beginning to realize how late it was. Though writing didn't always come easily to her, Cleo felt a remarkable sense of satisfaction whenever she finished a new story. Still, writing was a strain on her, and she preferred to find a different way to make a living, though she had to admit that she had always thought that she'd like to create an interesting story someday, sometimes imagining it as a novel and other times as a screenplay that went on to become an iconic movie. And, even though she longed to one day create a story that meant far more to her than her usual pulp, she could never truly bring herself to hate even the most wretched of her works; each one was, even if only in a small way, a creation of hers, and she felt a strange sort of connection to all of them. As Cleo sat there pondering whether or not anyone would care if she fell asleep at her table, one of the Red Sleeves suddenly sat down beside her. "This seat taken?" he asked. Cleo opened her tired eyes and said "Yup. Full table. Sorry." He took a drink and set his bottle down, asking "Really? You mind if I ask who you're with?" "No, I don't mind," she responded, before setting down her head on the table and closing her eyes once again. The man laughed, and said "Hey, you never answered my question. Who else is here with you?" "Oh, you know," she responded in a muffled voice, "there's one seat for me and three for my ego. But you know what? Feel free to stay. I'm pretty much ready to call it a night, so it's all yours."

The other Red Sleeve walked over to the table, and said "Hey, we've got problems. Leroy just came in, said that a whole army's muscling it's way through our territory, headed right for this club." Cleo looked up, and gave him a questioning look. "Who's the girl?" he asked. The Red Sleeve at the table took another drink, and answered "Oh, her? Name's Cleopatra, and she's a secret agent that moonlights as a professional disco dancer. We're old friends." Cleo narrowed her eyes and said "That's bull****." The Red Sleeve laughed and said "Hey, when people don't introduce themselves to me, I just let my imagination fill in the blanks!" "I'm Cleo," she responded, putting her notepad in her pocket, "and I write. Nice meeting you."

The man sitting down smiled, and said "No ****! Cleo, Cleopatra... I was ****ing close, wasn't I?" Cleo shrugged, and said "I guess. It's just a nickname. Started using it 'cause my real name is absolute ****." The Red Sleeve at the table smiled, and replied "Well, I'm Ricardo, and I'm a... well, I'm not a writer." "No ****," said Cleo, feigning a tone of surprise as she looked him over. The other Red Sleeve interrupted with "Hey Ricardo, I'm glad that you're making friends and ****, but we've got a ****ing army after us. Maybe this **** can wait for later?" Ricardo leaned back in his chair and said "Why? Let 'em come. If ****ing Leroy and his blind ass saw 'em coming, then every scout from here to the station's hot on the word and raising an army of their own."

Cleo raised an eyebrow, and said "So I'm guessing you guys are gangsters, right?" Ricardo laughed and took another drink, while the other Red Sleeve sarcastically said "No, we're just very competitive accountants, and a rival company is coming to, like, math us to death." Cleo smiled and widened her eyes, saying "And I thought that my jokes were bad..." "Look, John," said Ricardo to the Red Sleeve, "the bartender has a sawed-off under the counter. If you're really worried about those boys coming to try and take us out, go grab the shotgun and get a table near the door. If they're packing heat, blast away, but if they're naked then you can just leave them to me. That sound good?" John looked to the side as if to roll his eyes, but after a moment of thought he nodded and left for the bar. Ricardo took another drink, and then looked at Cleo and said "Last time we had a quick scuffle like this, they brought about fifty people. Probably be the same amount this time. I can work with that. Anyway, you up for some dancing?" "You dance?" Cleo asked incredulously. "Only till the day I die! So how 'bout it?"

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Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	Even though I've stopped updating my journals, they've somehow continued to get quite a few views, so I figured that I should give you all some new content to look at as a big "Thanks!" for all of the support! As I wrote this next chapter I forgot that curse words are censored, a fact that I didn't realize until I previewed it and saw a bunch of asterisks in front of me. While I could just use loopholes to sneak them in, I actually find all of the asterisks really funny for some reason, so I decided to just leave it as it is. Have fun using your imagination! Chapter Four Cleo was furiously writing down her story, eager to catch something interesting before her inspiration disappeared, when she finally dropped her pen and rubbed her eyes. A small part of her was proud of her work, while the rest couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of her situation. "Truly, this is your best work yet, Cleo. This is, like, the Hamlet of porn," she joked to herself, leaning back in her chair as she stretched, now beginning to realize how late it was. Though writing didn't always come easily to her, Cleo felt a remarkable sense of satisfaction whenever she finished a new story. Still, writing was a strain on her, and she preferred to find a different way to make a living, though she had to admit that she had always thought that she'd like to create an interesting story someday, sometimes imagining it as a novel and other times as a screenplay that went on to become an iconic movie. And, even though she longed to one day create a story that meant far more to her than her usual pulp, she could never truly bring herself to hate even the most wretched of her works; each one was, even if only in a small way, a creation of hers, and she felt a strange sort of connection to all of them. As Cleo sat there pondering whether or not anyone would care if she fell asleep at her table, one of the Red Sleeves suddenly sat down beside her. "This seat taken?" he asked. Cleo opened her tired eyes and said "Yup. Full table. Sorry." He took a drink and set his bottle down, asking "Really? You mind if I ask who you're with?" "No, I don't mind," she responded, before setting down her head on the table and closing her eyes once again. The man laughed, and said "Hey, you never answered my question. Who else is here with you?" "Oh, you know," she responded in a muffled voice, "there's one seat for me and three for my ego. But you know what? Feel free to stay. I'm pretty much ready to call it a night, so it's all yours." The other Red Sleeve walked over to the table, and said "Hey, we've got problems. Leroy just came in, said that a whole army's muscling it's way through our territory, headed right for this club." Cleo looked up, and gave him a questioning look. "Who's the girl?" he asked. The Red Sleeve at the table took another drink, and answered "Oh, her? Name's Cleopatra, and she's a secret agent that moonlights as a professional disco dancer. We're old friends." Cleo narrowed her eyes and said "That's bull**." The Red Sleeve laughed and said "Hey, when people don't introduce themselves to me, I just let my imagination fill in the blanks!" "I'm Cleo," she responded, putting her notepad in her pocket, "and I write. Nice meeting you." The man sitting down smiled, and said "No ! Cleo, Cleopatra... I was ing close, wasn't I?" Cleo shrugged, and said "I guess. It's just a nickname. Started using it 'cause my real name is absolute ." The Red Sleeve at the table smiled, and replied "Well, I'm Ricardo, and I'm a... well, I'm not a writer." "No ," said Cleo, feigning a tone of surprise as she looked him over. The other Red Sleeve interrupted with "Hey Ricardo, I'm glad that you're making friends and , but we've got a ing army after us. Maybe this can wait for later?" Ricardo leaned back in his chair and said "Why? Let 'em come. If *ing Leroy and his blind ass saw 'em coming, then every scout from here to the station's hot on the word and raising an army of their own." Cleo raised an eyebrow, and said "So I'm guessing you guys are gangsters, right?" Ricardo laughed and took another drink, while the other Red Sleeve sarcastically said "No, we're just very competitive accountants, and a rival company is coming to, like, math us to death." Cleo smiled and widened her eyes, saying "And I thought that my jokes were bad..." "Look, John," said Ricardo to the Red Sleeve, "the bartender has a sawed-off under the counter. If you're really worried about those boys coming to try and take us out, go grab the shotgun and get a table near the door. If they're packing heat, blast away, but if they're naked then you can just leave them to me. That sound good?" John looked to the side as if to roll his eyes, but after a moment of thought he nodded and left for the bar. Ricardo took another drink, and then looked at Cleo and said "Last time we had a quick scuffle like this, they brought about fifty people. Probably be the same amount this time. I can work with that. Anyway, you up for some dancing?" "You dance?" Cleo asked incredulously. "Only till the day I die! So how 'bout it?" __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| ----------------------------- Last edited by Oriphiel; 10-16-2015 at 03:02 PM.*