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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Promise I'm cooking up something.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

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@Furiosa

Ha! Sure thing. If I come across help I'll make sure to send them your way.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

What's been going on.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Sikorsky S-92 VVIP Configuration Helicopter

Duško Jadran liked to imagine he was still on the battlefield fighting, but it was clear that his mercenary days were long behind him as he’d made the mistake of backing the losing side one to many times; though despite having civilian life thrust upon him he was still a disposable person as this throwaway identity proved…nationality Serbian…cute. His checkered past made him the perfect Vencorp International employee and he long ago made peace with the fact that his employer was the real-world iteration of Lex Luthor straight from the comics; though their checks cashed and as of yet he was not being deported into the hands of his numerous enemies, so who was he a hired-gun to complain about morals. The fleet of Sikorsky S-92 VVIP Configuration choppers and other aircraft were not only used to shuffle around the trio of toddlers after all, sometimes Mr. Petrov’s company had to enter into enhanced negations off the clock and sometimes the competition didn’t fly so good in a manner of speaking. Duško felt deep down that he too was destined meet an untimely end, but he knew there was no fighting fate. Fortuna was a capricious mistress indeed and only she truly knew your final resting spot on her wheel.

For some reason it took his charges for the evening longer than usual to load into the chopper, security really was not on point today as they almost left the Russian one to fend for himself against the mob of drenched patrons. Good thing he had the foresight to prep the chopper beforehand or else the firetruck would have hit them instead of coming extremely close to hitting them. Perhaps a pilot with a conscious would have just taken the hit, but two tours in the Democratic Republic of the Congo scrubbed him of any such weakness. He quickly maneuvered the aircraft as close to the crowd as feasibly possible and took off from there knowing the crew of the firetruck wouldn’t dare ram the helicopter this close to the crowd and risk both vehicles careening into the storefront possibly killing or maiming everybody. The good sarmatians aboard the fire engine would apply the brakes post haste or there would most likely be double digit casualties; Duško knew that damaging the chopper would afford him the firsthand look of what it must have been like to be D.B. Copper in his final moments and the former mercenary knew he’d did not want to go out like that. Those unlucky enough to not to be aboard looked rustled from the sudden influx of strong gusts and some looked like they were injured from being abruptly knocked off their feet, but perhaps lady luck was on his side as it looked like no one was decapitated by a propeller. The chopper ascended into the air and took off.

The Perfect Posse were unperturbed by their recent brush with possible death at the hands of their piolt and were loudly hurling curses down upon the emergency responders as their Sikorsky S-92 VVIP Configuration helicopter speed off to Nocturnus Manor an unincorporated community on the far outskirts of Sol City. There is much debate as to whether or not the seven mile (4480 acre) stretch of land is within Sol City limits as it was purchased in the early 1920’s from the city by the socially prominent MacConnell family for the equivalent of $30 million dollars in today’s money; their intention was to accrue more adjacent land to build Nocturnus which was to act as a sister city to Sol, but due to unforeseen economic depression that ravaged the country the project was shuttered and no further land was acquired. Sol City declares de-facto jurisdiction over the area and it’s residents (descendants of MacConnell family and their relatives) for the most part accept this fact.

Though there are a few loopholes that exist and that is how Kiran the Chimpanzee is able to take up residence on the grounds of the Manor and not in the city proper. Lyla MacConnell who recently turned 68 was a moderately popular movie starlet in the 1960’s took a liking to the Perfect Posse and allows her “boys” full access to her extensive property. Some think she is a poor woman whose deluded herself into thinking she could change these pompous brats, while others think the weird association is more out necessity as the MacConnell fortune has long since evaporated and Vencorp International has recently taken control of the estate’s finances in order to save the land from being sold back to the city.

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@RoccanIronclad

Your posts are top notch friend. Get well soon.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Khroshid and Lupe

Much like bears near your campsite it is strongly advised not to approach the Perfect Posse let alone interact with them in such close proximity, it is best to let them mull around and leave on their own terms. Provoking them within arm’s reach alone usually ends poorly just check Lupe’s Instagram for confirmation of that. Though braver than most it was quite foolish of Marinalia to assume that the Perfect Posse would not stoop to assaulting her.

Khorshid was not one to take being interrupted lightly. It was not fair. It was his turn on the microphone. This basic bitch was making him hot under the collar, it was almost criminal to interrupt a great performer such as himself; it was like this bimbo never saw his numerous Bollywood pictures or heard his plethora of albums. Turning his back to her and the crowd he ripped his frilly blouse in anger. Everyone wanted a piece of him and it was clear this British bombshell was no exception, well lucky for her he had a lot of love to give.

He twirled around and grabbed hold of Marinalia mid-pause pulling her close with surprising burst of strength; he maneuvers her hand holding the microphone far enough away to where it would not pick up his voice while at the same time forcing her free hand to rub down his now exposed slightly toned chest.

“My name’s Khorshid. I’m a Virgo. And you know it just so happens I was looking for a fine girl to rub all over my abs. I know we just met, but is it wrong? I said is it wrong that I to want to kiss you so bad girl.” He stops to take a deep breath before continuing. “Just want to kiss you. Hee hee. I don’t think you heard me correct. Is it wrong that I want to kiss Y-O-U? I’m talking to you pretty thing. You like rides? I can take you to Disneyland tonight baby. Show you all the rides sweetheart...no lines. Just you and me makin’ this kingdom magic.”

Lupe would have responded to the fiscally disabled heckler again, but in his stupor he was too transfixed by the events occurring on stage. At first he was enraged at the women’s haughtiness, but who was he to deny his friend some action. He says to Khorshid, “Ah, shit playa. Bless up! You gonna show this mouthy slut a good time tonight K and you ain’t offered her any ‘tea’ yet? Seriously as an Indian I thought you knew the English were all proper like. Bob get your useless ass over here and serve our lady guest some complementary Purple dr…’tea’. An old family recipe. Ha!”

Bob approaches and takes the golden cup from Lupe’s outstretched hands. The manservant wipes the brim of the ornate chalice with a handkerchief. Some of the closer guards chuckle as he makes his way over to her. Bob looks at her with a mixture of pity and contempt. With one hand he pressed the cup of Lean to her mouth whilst with the other he pulled her head back to ensure she would swallow the majority of the vile mixture of prescription-strength cough syrup, Sprite, and Lupe’s back-wash. Once done he scurries out of spitting distance.

Lupe continues, “K you gonna introduce her to your Chimp whens you done? Like as youse always saying bitches love the monkey….”

He would have continued blathering had he not interrupted by the piercing sound of alarm bells and water raining down from the sprinklers.

Khorshid releases his vicegrip and pushes himself away from the girl, “Gonna have to take a rain check girl as unfortunately the park is closed due to inclement weather. Hee hee.”

Security begins to escort the two men and Bob towards the front exit violently pushing aside those unfortunate to get in their way seemingly forgetting Sasha in the confusion.

Sasha

“No, I am sure we met silly. I never forget a face especially a handsome one. You’d think I’d just sporadically lunge at anyone? Please I am not that depraved. Though do I confess I did envision you romantically catching me in your arms darling, but here we are on the floor again with the dust bunnies. Normally I abhor dirt, but for you I can tolerate almost anything I honestly hope you did not hit your head. I did last time and let me tell you that is far from being fun.”

Sasha gave Ren a puzzled look before flashing him a sly smile and a wink.

“Oh, I get it…someone likes to party. Tsk Tsk. Naughty boy. I can’t believe I missed it earlier. Didn’t your parents tell you not to mix drugs and alcohol mister. I would not want to take advantage of you in such a state. I can’t mangle your mind with loving if drugs and alcohol are already doing that. Sigh. You’re lucky that I found you before someone with ill intent did darling. Would hate to see your cute mug on the back of a milk carton.”

He slowly lifts himself up from his comfortable position on top of Ren and rises to his shaky feet. He offers a hand to help up the target of his affection. Alarm bells go off and the sprinklers start steadily spraying water on the patrons.

“Well that certainly is one way to sober up”, muses Sasha as he watches his security move passes him.

“Well, looks like my ride is leaving without me. Catch ya later hot stuff.”

Sasha then bounds after his cohorts.

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@Pilatus

Second character you say...hmmm been on the fence about making one, but I don't know. Would be quite the change of pace to write a character who is not utterly reprehensible and selfabsorbed. Possibilities. And yes true story I did at one point consider adding female foils to the Perfect Posse that would have acted like the Kanker Sisters or the Chipettes as I am that cliche, but ultimately decided that Sol City couldn't handle another trio of spoiled brats ruining amok.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

I did post something, but since it is 3:46am over here in the states I do hope that something is legible.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Perfect Posse

Bob stood as far away from the trio as he possibly could without it looking obvious; it was a small stage crafted for intimate performances, so it was a difficult task to say the least. However, even if the stage was the size of a football field he felt like would still stand out like a sore thumb amongst the uh… certainly unique fashions on display this evening; it was all too clear that he was the Zeppo Marx of this proverbial comedy act. The former barista liked to think he dressed a little above his current station in life as his tailored suit and Rolex demonstrated, but his current company was never ones to hold themselves to any sort of restraint. Well the group did reign themselves in slightly after Mexico, but that sticky situation was something that only handful people had the complete context to understand; what occurred over eight days last August in a flop house in Cabo was known only to himself, the Perfect Posse, a few trusted individuals, oh and how could he forget one genetically modified Pan troglodyte called Kiran. He swore that Khorshid’s stupid designer chimpanzee had it in for him. It took tremendous effort to grease the tremendous number of palms to make those days disappear, but if the conspiracy ever unraveled no amount of money could save those involved from the ramifications. Bob sometimes wondered why he suffered the daily humiliation in the company of Khorshid Dana Charmchi the man-child who for all intents and purposes ruined his life, but during periods of rare self-introspection such as this he would transcend the façade of self-pity and come face to face with his true self and the person he saw made him shudder. He leaned against the wall as from the slinging of insults it seemed the crowd was not enjoying tonight’s special guest stars. He couldn’t help flashing a smile at the thought of other’s misfortunes. Unadulterated Schadenfreude. He bit down on his bottom lip as despite the outcome the only winner tonight would be him.

A hostile audience is seen by most as a social deterrent to bad behavior, but the Perfect Posse are not most people. The guards who before were just intimidating the patrons for their own personal kicks before were now much more serious; there was an unspoken tension in the air. The large majority of the guests were attempting to leave not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, though some were defiant and hurled insults of their own at the trio and their sycophants. The entertainment press seemed equally split between supporting the trio or mocking them. There were a few scuffles between members from the diametrically opposed sides, but for the time being those were isolated incidents. Those not leaving focused their attention towards the stage waiting perhaps for a cue. There was no one trying to diffuse the situation and the City’s police force was AWOL for the time being.

Lupe scans the crowd looking for the loudmouthed lowlife who dared call him out like that. Fixing his gaze upon Joseph he pushes his Cazal sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and raises a singular eyebrow.

“Don’t you dare speak that dictator’s name in my presence you fuckin’ garbage munching roach. Normally I wouldn’t even spare words for charity cases such as yourself, but since I am feeling generous I’ll serve up an extra helping of verbal whoop-ass just for you Raggdy Andy. I’d ought to physically beat you down for showing me such disrespect and I hate to disappoint boy, but from the shape of you it seems fate already did that for me. Also, I hate to ruin the only pair of clothes you own as at looks like you left your knapsack on the boxcar you jumped out of. #HOBO-CHIC I really should call the dog catcher though because you look like one flea bitten mutt and who knows the accommodations at the pound might at be an upgrade for ya. #HARDBARKLIFE Where you heading? Making sure you didn’t double park your box out front playboy? Speakin’ of which why’d you come here? I know this record joint is a shithole, but you well know that even this place doesn’t accept food stamps playa. When the so-called bartender asks if you are paying with cash or a card they isn’t talking about your EBT card. You should start calling yourself Oliver Twist because you look like the type of freeloader who always saying ‘please sir, may I have some more.’ You can hate on the weight, but this big dawg attracts all the fine bitches; all your whitewashed Starvin Marvin meets Pigpen lookin' ass can attract are the flys. I can’t wait to see you on bumfights superstar as you certainly could be a contender. Youse are the Fisher King little homeless man cause all you sputter is complete nonsense.”

He lets out a hearty laugh because yes Lupe is the kind of person who would laugh at his own jokes. To pontificate his point Lupe then pinches one his female escorts’ butt causing her to jump in shock. Taking the golden chalice out of her now quivering hands and he takes a large gulp of Lean. He teeters after ingesting the vile mixture of cough syrup and Sprite, but regains his footing looking relatively stable for the time being.

Sasha was impressed that tub of lard was on point for once, but knew the only reason his cohort wasn’t having security pulverize the insolent whelp to a bloody pulp was because of the ankle monitoring bracelet; Sasha was amazed that they made those devices in that size. Only in America he mused. The petite Russian was ready to go tit for tat and crush the unfashionable bug underneath his stylish bootheel when he noticed someone swiftly approaching. Hmm….wasn’t that the cute guy from last night. Totally was. Probably here to profess his undying love for him. How revol… Sasha swooned internally. Dropping the high-strung veneer briefly he let his heart flutter. How romantic. To sweep him off his feet in public was so risqué. The swagger in the handsome stranger’s step showed a yet unseen confidence. A man who took what he wanted was desirable to say the least. His body was ready…well ready for anything, but having drinks thrown in his face. Time slowed to a crawl and the sound faded out. He should knew be mad as his outfit was ruined, but there was a clear symbolic connotation behind what just happened, and Sasha knew how to read between the lines; needless to say he enjoyed what he was reading.

Snapping back to reality Sasha unexpectedly lunged off the stage at Ren not even registering what the man said after launching the drinks. Considering the tone of the encounter this was probably not what was expected and Sasha despite his small size managed to topple the target of his affections. It was a miracle he did not kill or severely injure them both. Using his agility, he pulled himself on top of his crush pinning Ren underneath his body.

Leaning in close so only the two of them could hear he softly said, “We really do need to stop running into each other this way darling.” before gently planting a kiss on Ren’s lips.

“Kick his ass Sash” slurred Lupe peering over the stage trying to see what was occurring to no avail.

Khorshid tangentially aware of occurring events around him motioned for a microphone. He giggled in child-like wonder as he tapped on the microphone brought to him and sound reverberated around the enclosed space.

“First of all as most know I am a lover not a fighter. I just really want to dispel some of the nastiness and ugliness that has permeated our short time here. I must say feel hurt and betrayed by the owner of this establishment having lured us good people here under false pretenses. I had it on good authority that none of the recipients of the charitable donations would be here tonight, but then tell me why are so many cripples here then? Look around the room and you’ll see them. Did stupid-pants not know that I am a highly emotional person? As the best friend of a chimpanzee who’s a victim of discrimination in the very city due to their draconian local ordinances regarding exotic pets, their struggle touches me on a personal level meaning I too often think about how terrible it would be if I was disabled. Like that would stink. Be quite the bummer.” Khorshid was legitimately tearing up by the end of his spiel and Bob brought him a handkerchief.

"Thanks Bob, you understand me."

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@Furiosa

No rush. Just did not want to preemptively post without giving you at least a heads up.