Role play Group : The Death Club
A New Cold War
Who am I?
Writer : CharlotteCarrendar
-During the day, the garage behind the Tattoo shop was still a rather dark place with the unnatural light offered by the ultra violet tubes, giving off a strange glow. Dixie had been up for a few hours, and made herself a light breakfast of bagels with cream cheese, which she promptly threw up, since she was still suffering from morning sickness. On the coffee table, just opposite the tattered leather couch, were the remains of half a bagel, and a glass of water, which was half empty. Sitting parallel with the couch, the arm acting as a support, and her knees drawn up, Dixie had her sketch pad out on her thighs, and was sketching an image of Demetrios from her memory. Demetrios had another one of his “business” meetings to attend to, so he felt it was best if she stayed behind and got a sleep in. The quiet of the garage, was then sorely interrupted, by a knocking upon the garage door. Dixie was shading Demetrios’s nose, when she heard the three sharp taps, and then a few swear words in Swedish.
“Rocky?”
– Dixie sung out, swinging her legs off the couch, and rising to stand, before setting down her sketch pad and pencils on the coffee table. Dixie was dressed in pencil thin black jeans and her favourite old torn Van Halen T-shirt, which was starting to get tight around her middle. Her raven coloured locks were bound up loosely in a pony tail, with loose strays framing the sides of her face. The young Australian, who was wearing no shoes, wandered over to the garage door, and undid the locking mechanism, so it would roll upward and show her who her visitor was. Waiting on the other side of the garage door, was none other than Inga, who had caught a taxi from the hotel, where she had her meeting with Dani, and the Press conference for the Newspaper scandal retraction. Emotionally drained, and carrying a brown paper bag, like the kind you get from a liquor store, she was still in the black designer two piece suit, which was pulling tightly around her ample bust. Inga had on the pill box hat, with the spider net webbing mesh, that came down over her eyes, but that could not hide the tear filled eyes. Still putting on the face of one that had the world at her feet, in behind the facade, was a broken woman.
As the door rose up and revealed each of the women to each other, Inga stood quietly for a moment, and then with her bottom lip quivering, she muttered out between sobs.
“Skippy..I didn’t know where else to go..It’s really overz. *she quickly glanced past Dixie at the interior of the garage and then asked with a sniff*… Can I come inz?”
The wind had quite a chill to it, and Dixie shook her head and stood back, before replying.
“Don’t be silly, Rocky. Come in, come on.”
Inga hesitated at first, like she was waiting for something, but then quickly trotted in, her shoes making a bit of a din on the tiled floors. Dixie was quick to pull down the garage door, locking it closed, before turning back to see Inga placing down the bagged bottle and reaching up to take off her pill box hat, by withdrawing the large hat pin. The Swedish star, set down her hat next to the half eaten bagel, and rose back up to full height, turning around and then really getting a good look at the interior of the garage. With a bed over in one corner, desk in the other, the couch and coffee table with the TV, and of course the garage end with work station, and tool boxes for Demetrios’s Ducati. There was a small door that led off to the Tattoo shop, and then the bathroom door, just to the right of that. The smell of oil, was quite pungent, and Inga brought her hand up to her nose.
“How can you live with that smellz?”
Dixie dug her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and shrugged lightly.
“You obviously had no brothers. Trust me; there are worse things than this.”
Trying not to be insulted by Inga’s tactless comment, Dixie decided to grab the bull by the horns, or the Swede by the Tits, and ask the obvious question.
“You said it was really over. I take it you mean you and Kraus?”
– Dixie asked, before going to sit back on the couch, and urging Inga to do the same. Inga fiddled with her Hello Kitty clutch, pursing those pink lips, and then blinking rapidly, before looking at the ceiling, as she tried to gather her thoughts. The Swede drew in a breath, but you could see, that she was trying very hard not to cry. Dixie sat in silence, awaiting Inga’s answer, and she could see, that it was not going to be forth coming. Dixie sat forward, resting her elbows upon her knees, and her chin resting on her upturned fists. She refused to take her eyes of Inga, who was clutching her purse so tightly, you could see the white of her knuckles. Dixie frowned, the creases forming across her forehead, and she uttered softly.
“Inga..? You still love him. Don’t you?’
Inga let out a strangled laugh, like she was trying desperately to continue this charade, but failing horribly. Sniffing hard, she finally tossed down the hello kitty clutch, and you could see that single tear, possibly the start of many.
“Yah…I do. But I CAN’T love him. Don’t you see? I am an obsession to him. I do not know if he loves mez…or *she then gestured at her breasts, cupping her hands, before reaching up with her right hand, to wipe away the stray tear.*…these.”
Dixie tilted her head, and was incredulous by what Inga had just said.
“What? You think he only loves you for your tits? Are you crazy? Did he not stand by you after everything you have been through? The attack at the Death Club? His bedside visual at the Hospital?’
Dixie was not at all happy with what she was hearing, and rose to standing, walking towards Inga, and asking.
“Inga, if you still love him, for God’s sake, don’t let him go.”
Dixie reached out for both of Inga’s hands squeezing them tightly. Staring directly into her blue eyes. The pain that Dixie could see, so much hurt and uncertainty. Dixie sighed softly as Inga seemed to be unable to speak.
“At least, go see him in the Hospital. I feel terrible about what Dem and Alexandros did. I know he did the wrong thing, but he didn’t even fight back.”
Little did Dixie know, that Inga had already been. Inga stifled a sob and blurted.
“I seen himz…I went yesterdayz.”
- Thinking this was a sign of hope, Dixie smiled and said-
“He must have been overjoyed to see you. How is he?”
Inga withdrew her hands from Dixie’s grasp, her cheeks flaming crimson, and she picked up the bag on the table, taking out the full bottle of Johnny Walker scotch and walking unsteadily over towards the small kitchenette, taking out a mug and half filling it with scotch. A shaking hand as she set down the bottle, then thought for a moment, before taking a swig of the alcohol. She gasped loudly, as it burnt the inside of her throat, and coughed violently, setting down the mug on the bench. All the while, Dixie stood with her arms folded, knowing that this can’t be good. Not even looking back at Dixie, Inga with her head bowed, her blonde bun starting to come undone, spoke softly.
“He…vas notz awake. I remember the machinez beeping. The…err..Respirator, so slow.”
Dixie continued to listen, hoping that Inga would divulge exactly what went on in that hospital ward. Inga found her voice once more, after a nervous cough, but not looking back at Dixie, knowing full well that Dixie was watching her closely.
“I vas not there long. He uhm….I don’t think he even knew I vas there.”
Inga reached up for another cup and then picked up the bottle, starting to pour a cup of scotch for Dixie, who stormed over and took it from her hands and tipped it down the sink. Huffing under her breath, Dixie was now getting clearly annoyed.
“Drinking will not solve anything, and there is no way I am going to touch a drop while I am carrying Demetrios’s child. LOOK, you gotta snap out of this.”
- She set down the cup and then took Inga by the shoulders, turning Inga to face her. “What happened, Inga? What did you do?” Inga was like a rag doll in Dixie’s grip, clearly losing it as she was heaving another sob, her breath laced with scotch. Another minute, and then Inga said.
“I said… goodbye…”
In the private clinic, screams could be heard coming from Kraus’s ward. It was the pained cries of a man that had just lost it all. Having awoken to find the blooded black rose upon his bed, and the dried tears of Inga on his cheeks, the comic con collecting Kraus was now in the throes of a full breakdown. Desperate to get out of the bed, he started to tear the drip and other tubes out of his body, he started to bleed onto the bedding. A nurse raced in, and saw Kraus now getting out of the bed, and knocking over the machines, in a fit of madness.
“Mister Zimmerman…please, get back into bed!”
Kraus’s eyes were fuelled with hatred, seeing the nurse standing there, and in his mind, she was a comic book villain, with a painted face, like the “Joker” Clearly, his perception was completely warped, and he stared her down, then stood up to full height and tried to rip off his medical gown, as though he was Superman.
“I have to save Lois!”
Kraus bellowed at the Nurse, who dropped the chart that she was holding in shock.
“Mister Zimmerman…Get back into bed!”
The nurse was trying to maintain her authority, but all Kraus heard was maniacal laughter. Thinking he had super speed, he charged at the nurse, knocking her to the ground, and started to smash his fists into her face, again and again.
“YOU… HURT… LOIS!!” ~punch punch punch~
The hospital guards came storming into the room, and tore Kraus off the nurse, as Kraus struggled wildly. He thought they were evil henchman, and he tried to break free from them
“I AM SUPERMAN!…I AM SUPERMAN!”
The bleeding nurse on the floor inched away, trying to escape the melee, of the guards trying to hold an insane Kraus.
“Call Doctor Warehouse. Somebody!”
Another two male nurses entered the room, and one carried a needle sedative, that he only just managed to get into Kraus’s arm. Kraus thought they were injecting him with kryptonite, and was screaming out.
“LOIS?!….LOIS?!”
Soon the drug started to take effect and his eyes glazed over, while his mouth fell open and he started to drool. Ten more seconds of struggling and he was out. All in attendance were panting from trying to restrain him, and the nurse quietly urged that he be taken to the mental patients ward. The two guards nodded, and dragged the lifeless body of Kraus out of the room and down the hall. Leaning on the edge of the bed, the Nurse spotted the black rose, and then it dawned on her…..Kraus had lost not only his mind, he had lost his love. <3>
