Saturday was gone for a few days. He said that there were things he needed to do. That it was all just 'keeping up appearances' for their own good and that he'd be back soon enough. Mother and Father needed to be placated properly and remain convinced that Sat was still loyal. Zev didn't like having Saturday gone for so long, but if it meant time alone with no one keeping an eye on them? He was willing to let it happen.

When Sat came back, though, he was acting weird. Zev saw it as stress. He was more than happy to get some liquor in his boy and suck him off with real dedication. After all, it was important to show Saturday that he was missed. When he finished, Sat got him a drink to rinse his mouth. He downed the shot and pulled Sat down onto the bed with him.

The last thing Zev remembers is Saturday whispering something that might have been 'sorry' and then he was unconscious.

Saturday has taken him back to Russia. He's rented out an ancient police station for his own.. personal use. The quietness in him is still there. He hasn't given a smile that reached his eyes since he's been back. During the blowjob Zev game him he clutched tightly at the cushions instead of black and white hair.
Zev wakes naked on an oak desk as Saturday pets him absently. The room is leaking and cracked concrete with a double sided mirror that takes up most of one wall. It's a bad place to be. A worse place top wake up.

"Do you love me, Zevvy?"

Saturday has been enjoying his time (most of it) with Jessica and the day the three of them were together was mostly painless. In exchange for Zev being so sweet and understanding and patient about the lack of sex going on between them Saturday made good on finding those Swedish pills. He folds two of them carefully in a small white square of paper and puts them in his pocket.
Saturday is wearing a suit today in his usual style. In Zev's world it would be described as Mod or Emo. The cut showcases how impossibly skinny he is. This is business attire for him, but he knows Zev is attracted to it. With the black fedora on top of it he looks a bit like a Micheal Jackson impersonator.

He shows up at Zev's place right on time (he's always on time) with an entire bouquet of red roses and a box of very nice chocolates in the shape of tiny penises. Filled with liquor.

It's been weeks since Saturday admitted his plans to find another world with Jessica and rescue her from... himself essentially. Since then he and Zev hasn't had intercourse again, but Sat has been more open and easy to fool around with. They still go slow. There has been progress. And a lot of talk of more sex happening.
The past week he's been gone a lot more often. He found a world he plans to invade and take her out of. This doesn't turn out to be terribly heard. He shows up pretending to surprise her with a date when he's supposed to be training and then after a good amount of listening and making her happy he begins to talk. And he shows her his eyes. And rubs her back through the tears.
He tells her that he loves her and he's trying to make up for mistakes. He tells her that he's not her husband, that he's here to save them. He talks a long time.

Days later he's still explaining. He's moved her to his place and Olivia helps. He's gone often- only making quick visits to Zev to spend some quality time with his boyfriend and talk. Get advice on how to handle this. He uses Zev as a sound board, but mostly keeps the subject off his wife. He's far away a lot of the time, trying not to be but he can't help it.

The day comes when he throws himself on Zev's bed- kissing the center of the man's chest to wake him up. He makes his way up the side of his neck and crawls on top of him. Sat moans a little, speaking against his skin.
"Muu smell soo good."

If only his government knew he was buying underage male whores with his monies. Saturday does so with the same kind of uppity rebellion a teenager uses when drinking from his parents liquor cabinet. He often considers buying Neil and fucking that scrawny little ass into the sofa. He has no idea why he's so attracted to that kid. He figures it's part of the sickness- liking little boys. Neil is a teenager though and Saturday can't be all fag.
He believes this to the core, yet if anyone accused Zev of fucking small boys because he's a homo Saturday would slice them from groin to neck and leave them at the agent's doorstep like a cat leaving a present for the family.

So he tries once more, hoping that this is the day Neil stops giving him the stink eye for his little game. Why do they always do this? Take it too far and be angry too long? Don't they understand the game has moved on? Why do they insist on playing that round every time? It boggles him.
He wants to fuck Neil like Zev fucked the little teenage double of himself. Neil is disposable after a certain point. That makes him fuckable. The two are still linked in his mind.

So he goes to the bar and approaches the kid once more, holding out a beer like he would offer a Hersheys bar to some little brown kid he wanted to plant a bomb on.

Saturday has not strayed far from Zev's side as they wait to hear from DOPE. He's afraid of West coming and getting him. If he thought West was coming for him then he would keep his distance, however he's smarter then that. And foolishly protective of his new lifeline to humanity and family.

But while the agent is sleeping soundly in his bed Saturday has gone to get another set of clothes out of his apartment. He's gone a couple minutes more then he should have. And the the entire floor erupts with terrible noise.
There's a small explosion that sounds like it took out the entire building followed by gunshots. The rapid fire of a machine gun.

Quietness again. And then crashing. A table is overturned. A sofa. By time Zev is in the hallway something hits the inside of Saturday's door hard enough for it to splinter on the insides.

((Lyrics taken from Starsailor and changed))

"Tie Up My Hands"

Wipe the tears from your face
Tie your hair and gently fall from grace
Until I come again
Take the disaffected life
Men who ran the company ran my life
Till you they were my life

I love you but my hands are tied
I wanna stay here but I've been denied
Lets watch the clock until the morning sun does rise

Wipe the sweat from off your brow
All that you believe is here and now
You could have had more doubt

Wipe the shadow from your eyes
Rest, my daughter, while your father cries
I have to let you fly

I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
I wanna stay here but I've been denied
I wanna stay here 'til we've killed this bitter doubt

I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
I wanna stay here but I've been denied
Lets watch the clock until the morning sun does rise

I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
I wanna sleep here but I've been denied
I wanna stay here 'til we've killed this bitter doubt

I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
I wanna sleep here but I've been denied
Lets watch the clock until the morning sun comes out

((Continued from Here))

*Sniff*
"They grow up so fast, El." One hand goes to his face as the other waves the already departed Murdoc off.
"Fly away, little one. Fly away."

He walks back to the bedroom.
"That's it. Now I have to join some kind of pottery class to ease my Leaving the Nest Syndrome."

After laying low outside of Trans for a while, El, Sands and Murdoc return and just do their damnedest to stay out from under Elise's radar. This plan is working out ok, aside from the fact it isn't much of a "plan" at all.
There are problems, though (aside from the obvious). From what Sands tells Murdoc about Stu's journal posts, the kid is real upset. As much as he hates to admit it in front of his teacher, this worries the shit out of Muds. He's not afraid that Stu will leave him, just that he'll hurt himself or get sick from not eating or something. He's been the cause of this sort of thing too much already.

Murdoc skates his fingers along the table until they bump the cool, wet side of the beer bottle and he grabs it, bringing it up to his lips. He slumps in his chair and combs his hand through his hair; fingers making it greasy over time.
"We need to... damn it, I don't know... We need t'tell Stu what's going on, or something. We can't just leave him wond'ring. Trust me. He'll lose it and he'll end up hurt. That's not fair."

Sands stands at the oven in his flowered, pink, robe. It's a nice one, really. Silk and goes to his calves. The sleeves are full and rolled up so as not to catch on fire. He took it from Elise and has so far refused to give it back claiming it's far too big for her anyway. The combat boots and dog tags he wears with it gives him that nice Clinger look from M*A*S*H.

He's cooking scrambled eggs for himself and El. Scrambled because he can never see if he broke the yolk or not so he might as well make the kind where it doesn't matter. The cigarette dangling form his mouth threatens to ash into the food, but Sands has avoided it so far just from practice.

Lawrence did a picture meme. El tells me I got a very dramatic picture of Clint Eastwood.


Lawrence is my favorite hooker. I like him so much that I've taken a job in trade with him where I accompany him on his jobs so that he's not hurt.
I will be bringing my own body guard of course.

I asked Jack if he knew my secret. He told me, "I know all your bloody secrets, Shelly-sweet. Come on, mate. Let's have another round."

I wonder if he knows how much I like it when he calls me
'Shelly Sweet'

talkinghats77: i say, old bean, have you seen my hat?
BadSands: ?
talkinghats77: no, really, because I don't know who you are
BadSands: I have no idea who this is. So we're even.
talkinghats77: so if I saw a hat how would I know it was yours?
talkinghats77: hrm.
talkinghats77: so how did you come upon this sn?
BadSands: You just imed me.
talkinghats77: no I didn't ...
BadSands: ....
BadSands: Yes you did.
talkinghats77: I don't know who you are, how could I have IMed you?
talkinghats77: I'm serious, I didn't
talkinghats77: what did the IM say?
BadSands: okay. You just imed me and said "i say, old bean, have you seen my hat?" You were not on my buddy list.
talkinghats77: ...
talkinghats77: I didn't do that.
talkinghats77: I got an IM from you that said the same thing.
talkinghats77: that was the first time I'd ever seen your sn.
BadSands: that's fucking weird. In that case- we can leave it a mystery and just stop talking to each other. Cause someone is fucking around.
talkinghats77: someone is.


What the fucking FUCK?

EDIT: http://digg.com/software/I_say,_old_bean,_have_you_seen_my_hat_
So much hate.

Look at my icons and pick:

1. One icon that makes you automatically think of me.
2. One icon that you think should really be used more often.
3. One icon that you don't get/needs more explanation/you have no idea why I have it.
4. Comment using an icon of yours that you love, and tell me why you picked that one too.
5. Pick one icon you think I should get rid of.

The CIA is hiring and is considering three men to be hired. They bring them in to speak with the interviewer separately. The first man comes in and sits down. The interviewer asks him:

"Do you love your wife?"
"Yes I do, sir."
"Do you love your country?"
"Yes I do, sir."
"What do you love more, your wife or your country?"
"My country, sir."
"Okay. We brought in your wife. Take this gun and go into the next room and kill her."

The man says to the interviewer, "I can't do that. I guess that disqualifies me doesn't it." The interviewer tells him yes but that the gun is filled with blanks. The agency would never ask you to do a thing like that. He is disappointed but hands the gun back, gets up and politely leaves.

The second guy comes in and sits down. The interviewer asks him the same questions, and the responses are the same. The interviewer gives him the gun, and tells him to go kill his wife. The guy goes into the room. All is quiet for about five minutes. He comes back, puts the gun down and says "I can't do it. Am I disqualified?" The interviewer tells him yes. The man leaves quietly.

The third guy comes in, the same thing happens. The interviewer gives him a gun, and tells him to go kill his wife. The guy goes into the room, and BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! This is followed by a bunch of crashing sounds that end after a few minutes.

The guy comes out of the room with his tie loosened, and puts the gun on the table. The interviewer looks at him and says "What happened?!?!"

"The gun you gave me was filled with blanks so I had to strangle her!"

Derek's (derek_bliss) Nexus Rules:

1) Don't accept food or drink unless you are sure of the source.

2) If you hear the phrase 'I'm going to gas the Nexus now', or any varient there-of, you might want to depart for a time. It hasn't happened recently, but that doesn't mean someone other than Jon won't try it at some point.

3) No violence. Even if your worst enemy is right in front of you. you won't like the results.

4) Expect your limits of comprehension, tolerance, understanding of physics and snaity to be stretched to the limits and possibly broken.

5) Do no assume that someone you recognize in the nexus is actually the same someone you know.

6) We all gotta put up with each other while we're here, whether we like it or not. Deal. And try to be polite about it.

7) What happens in the Nexus, stays in the Nexus.

If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? Then repost this.

Also OOC: This is where Sands has been the past few days.
Fun with Jack

Planning Murdoc's party

Buying a purse not filled with monkey.

I was having a really good day. My Dad just rushed home because he called the vet to check on our Bulldog and they told him someone was calling the house because she (Maxi) had died.

They found a tumor the size of a baseball on her spleen. Her heart had stopped and they revived her long enough for my Mom and brother to visit.

I was on the phone when he came in.

So now I'm.....

Not good.

If I'm slow in replying or weird- that's why. But I'd rather keep playing then sit around and cry or something.

Shit. I was having such a good day.

EDIT:
Note to self- If pets dies I get a free account for two months.

Seriously- I'm really happy so many people are taking pity on me. And it makes me feel better knowing that you guys give a shit ooc. And I LOVE the paid account because I can't afford to get them anymore. When Murdocmun comes back I'm going to force her to make SO many icons, for I cannot black out Johnny Depp's eyes with paint.

I'm kinda not feeling the rp right now. But when I stop playing I'm just sitting here thinking. I hate that. So looking at pictures to make into icons is a nice thing that makes my brain go other places.
So thank you, whoever gave it to me.

The PINpoint puts the three of them in the middle of Sands living room. El instantly starts to ruin the carpet with blood. Murdoc warned him that the trip could make him nauseous, and he was right. But the bigger man feels a need to take care of the other two. Mudroc is a teenager and Sands is swiss cheese at the moment.
He picks himself up and offers his left hand to Muds, holding his throat with his right. El wonders if he should have picked up his three fingers from the lobby floor before coming here.

((If anyone wants to stop by and point at the aftermath- you are not interrupting their profuse bleeding or anything.))

Sands accidently starts a war zone in Trans. Silly Sands!
http://community.livejournal.com/_transgression_/356475.html?view=19815803#t19815803

Jimmy managed to posses him in the chaos-
http://community.livejournal.com/_transgression_/356475.html?thread=19782267#t19782267

And then meatball surgery-
http://community.livejournal.com/_transgression_/356475.html?thread=19797627#t19797627