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Brandy Brooks - Ace’s Diner
"I -- wait -- what?" Frieda stammered, caught off guard. She noticed Brandy dabbing at the front of her dress where the beer had ran to, "...oh. Uh..." She looked at Rook, "Uh, sure. Okay. Lead on." Frieda tossed back the rest of the stout and plunked the bottle onto the bar, before rising to follow Brandy.
Brandy took Frieda’s hand and led her to the bathroom where she quickly checked herself in the mirror. She wet the corner of a hand towel and wiped at the beer stain. “Would you really kick his butt? I...kinda stink at this stuff really.” She sighed, “Ace seems too good to be true. Honestly, you seem like his type. You're confident, pretty, and it sounds like you could handle yourself...I can't.”
Brandy frowned at her reflection, as he rifled through her purse and pulled out a brush and ran it through her hair. “Guess I'm just scared, but you saw him right? I'm not imagining it am I?” She dropped the brush back into her purse and turned to face Frieda, “I have a nice little beach house that I've working in, I live there all by myself,” she shrugged, “Kinda scary sometimes, and lonely. You're more than welcome to stay if you would like, I have plenty of room and an extra bedroom.”
Brandy pulled her dress up and dropped her panties, “Sorry, I have to pee when I get all nerved up. Thanks for the advice, I'll do my best to return the favor.” She finished and washed her hands, “Well let's go visit some more, maybe have a couple more drinks.”
Brandy took up her stool, “I'll take another beer please,” she asked Ace, pursing her lips together then blushing again. She turned to Celeste, “I would love to stop by and look around your place. You have a working robot? That would be awesome.”
She turned to look at another new face and extended her hand, “Hello Sir, I'm Brandy Brooks, welcome to Salem.”
Waylon and Shelby Jackson – S&W Weaponry
Waylon turned around after yelling up at Shelby, she was still laughing as he saw Steve with a woman that looked worse for wear across his shoulders. He saw the brunette with the overcoat with them following the doctor. The woman struggled to move her head, Waylon was about to just blow the scene off, who was he to intrude because it appeared that the situation was being taken care of. But the woman managed to lock eyes with Waylon, his jawed dropped, “No way,” he gasped under his breath. He froze in his tracks as she stared at him, “Eliza?” The woman’s head fell back to Steve’s shoulder and Waylon took a couple steps towards the group and looked the woman over the best he could, “No fuckin’ way!!!” He back peddled a few steps before turning and running back to S&W Weaponry. He skipped steps on his way up to the roof, “SHELBY, SHELBY,” he yelled up the stairs as he began to get winded.
Shelby furrowed her brow, she could tell something was up; she started towards the door on the end of the roof. Waylon burst through nearly knocking the door free of its hinges, Shelby jumped back, “Jesus Waylon, what’s up?”
Waylon exhaled and tried to slow his breath while approaching Shelby with his hands out, “Shelby?’ He said softly, his hands touching her shoulders.
Shelby tilted her head, “Um…yeah? Are you OK?”
Waylon paused before he spoke, “You won’t believe this but… I just saw Eliza,” the words rushed from his mouth.
Shelby’s eyes quickly turned dark as she slapped Waylon across the face, “FUCK OFF WAYLON, THAT SHIT AIN’T EVEN FUNNY,” she went to slap him again.
Waylon blocked the second slap and grabbed her wrists; he hadn’t seen Shelby exhibit this kind of raw rage since they were in Michigan doing Calypso’s bidding. He jerked her towards him and stared straight into her eyes, “I’M NOT JOKING SHELBY, KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF,” he threw her hands down, “I didn’t believe it myself, she’s hurt and Steve was carrying her to the clinic with the Doc and that brunette chick with the overcoat.”
Shelby studied him, trying to get a read, she balled up her fists. “Shelby,” Waylon began calmly, “I took a closer look, and I’ll tell you what, if that isn’t Eliza you can kill me.” Shelby cocked her head, her eyes were still filled rage, “Shelby…It. Is. Eliza.” She saw the seriousness in his eyes and relaxed her hands taking a step back. Her legs began to feel soft, her heart started to pound with thunder. Waylon took her hand, “C’mon, I’ll take you to the clinic.” Shelby let Waylon lead her down the stairs. Shelby was scared, she really didn’t know quite what to expect, how hurt Eliza was, she didn’t know anything as her mind seemed to fade away into nothingness. She paused at the door to the church, Waylon gently nudged her inside, “Shelby, trust me. I would never fuck with you about this.” She followed Waylon to the second floor, with each stair step her legs got heavier; she started to sweat and tightened her grip on Waylon’s hand. He quietly pushed the already open door aside and stepped inside the room with Shelby.
Like a little girl hiding behind their parent Shelby looked around Waylon. Her eyes fell upon Eliza, she clapped her hand over her mouth as her legs gave out momentarily, Waylon was the only reason she was not flat on the floor. Her lip began to quiver, her whole body trembled, “El...Eliza, Eliza, Eliza, ELIZA!!!” She stammered and broke Waylon’s hold and quickly pushed her way to Eliza’s side, falling to her knees. “Eliza, oh my God, Eliza,” her hands trembled as they once again traced Eliza’s face, “Eliza,” she began to sob. She kissed her forehead, cheeks, ran her fingers through her sweaty hair and her warm lips touched Eliza’s cold, almost lifeless lips. Her tears dropped onto Eliza, washing away small streaks of dirt. Her eyes were glassed over like a pair of blue icicles during a sunny winter day, and also filled with surprise and happiness like a child on Christmas morning. She could not stop looking at Eliza; her blood was erupting in her veins as the one person she had thought was gone forever was lying right before her very eyes. Blindly Shelby reached out with one hand and pulled Waylon down by her, “Thank you, I’m sorry.” He just hugged her and kissed the top of her head before he stood up to return home, he smiled as he walked away, knowing full well if anyone in the wasteland deserved such a reunion, it was Shelby as far as he was concerned.
“Eliza…” Shelby carefully laid her head next to Eliza’s, “I’m sorry if I did something to cause you to leave,” she whispered into Eliza’s ear, “I’ve been waiting for you. I want US; I will not leave your side.” Shelby had a big lump in her throat, tears still flowed, and her nose had begun to run a little, “I love you.”
Shelby Jackson – Drinkin’ on the roof of S&W Weaponry
Waylon moved the beach chair next to Shelby’s; she had carried two chairs and an umbrella up to the roof from the beach and cleaned them up. She frequented the roof to reflect on her life, both past and present. Plus it was a safe spot to try to get a tan, something she never really got the chance to do when she was with Calypso. It was her place of Zen, leaving the day’s work downstairs and just plain time to herself. She had an ammo box full of letters she had wrote to various people, her parents, Eliza, Calypso and several other influential people she had encountered in her life, good or bad. She also had a punching bag, several targets along with other exercise pieces she had collected since arriving in town.
“So, you still have those throwing knives up here?” asked Waylon.
“Yeah…why?” She got up and opened up a lunchbox, inside sat four throwing knives she had forged, perfectly balanced.
“Let’s see who is better?” Waylon picked two knives from the box and walked over to Shelby’s practice area.
“You already know I’m better,” she folded her arms and stood smugly.
“We’ll see brat, we’ll see,” Waylon flipped one in his hand and threw it, stumbling slightly and barely hit the target backdrop. “Just a warm up.”
Shelby raised her brow, “Best warm up quick then,” she took a knife and drilled just a couple inches from the bullseye, “HA!!” She took a pull from the whiskey bottle, while tipping the bottle she threw her second knife, hitting the outside edge of the target.
“Show off,” Waylon waved her off, he threw his second knife and it sailed past the target completely, skipping off the rooftop, nearly bouncing over the ledge.
“DAMMIT WAYLON,” she walked over and picked up the knife, “Stick to your pea shooters, leave the blades to a pro.” Shelby walked to where Waylon was standing; she looked at him then to the target, throwing the knife hitting the bullseye this time. She raised her brow again, “Not on your best day boy.”
Waylon burst out in laughter, “While you were napping I had a few, this is my second pint. My last pint too, I need to grab some more.” Shelby snatched the pint from Waylon and guzzled the last third of it down. “SHELBY, YOU BITCH!!!”
She tossed him the empty bottle, “Guess ya better get going Mr. Miss-a-lot.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll go grab another bottle I guess, you want to go?”
“No way, I don’t know if that mutant is still there with that twit,” Shelby sat down and crossing her legs, “Have fun, grab me a pint too.” She waited until she couldn’t see Waylon anymore and made her way over to the ledge of the building and waited until she saw him down on street. She spit down at him, just missing he looked up and she waved and giggled.
Waylon shook his head and yelled, “Shelby, what the fuck am I going to do with you?” She just laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
Brandy Brooks – Ace’s Diner
“You know brandy, you tug at my belt, put your hand in my pocket…Call me old fashioned but some guys like to be wined and dined before they get this far,” Ace said with a smirk as he sipped on his whiskey, “I’m not just a piece of meat you know.”
Brandy downed half of her beer, then suddenly slammed the bottle down and covered her mouth, spitting beer into her hand. She looked up at Frieda then to Ace and turned towards Frieda, “Oh my God,” she blushed, “I didn’t me…I didn’t mean it like that.” She waved her hands at her face fanning herself, “Frieda, that doesn’t make me a floozy, does it?” She let out one more long exaggerated breath, “He is cute,” she whispered.
“Rook thinks this drink is funny. Not sure if drink is for him. Rook will still try to drink it however. Don't want caps to be wasted.” Rook said then finished his beer and looked to Brandy for a moment. “Rook liked that, but Rook will stick with water for now. Rook doesn't want to drink all the beer!” He laughed, smiling a bit at her.
Brandy had grabbed a napkins and wiped the beer from her chin and hands, she smiled, “At least you tried something new. You probably could drink a lot of beer if you really wanted to,” she laughed.
"Hi!" Said an unfamiliar voice. "Nice diner! What's that amazing smell? Some kind of stew?" The brown, curly haired woman put a few caps onto the counter. "I'll take some." She looked between the Ace and everyone. "I'm Celeste!" she chimed by way of introduction. "I just got into town today. -- Oh! Hi, Barney!" she waved at the man on the other side. Barney mumbled and took a drink from his glass. "Anyways," she continued, "I've been tidying up ol' Sandy Coves, just over that way," she pointed out the diner in the direction of the building. "It's an inn! So, if anyone needs a place to stay, I'll be happy to fix you up with a room!"
Brandy whipped around on her barstool and held out her hand, “Hi Celeste, I’m Brandy Brooks,” she smiled, “Welcome to Salem. I haven’t been to Sandy Coves yet, I can help fix things, I kind of do a little bit of everything.” Brandy felt the front of her dress, “Excuse me, I spit beer on myself, I’m just going to go wash up a little.” Brandy stood up and looked at Ace; blushing again she whispered to Frieda, “Will you come with me?” She couldn’t stop blushing as she kept sneaking a peek at Ace, grinning every time he caught her looking.
Shelby Jackson - Her Apartment above S&W Weaponry
Breathing heavily, Shelby ran as fast as she could, but she seemed to keep slowing instead, her legs felt like she had cinderblocks for shoes. She turned the corner and froze in her tracks as her bound parents stared up at her with tears flowing from their eyes, “Please don't, Shelby, please, we love you. We had no idea what Mr. Fussiler was doing.”
Shelby swallowed, “Yes you did,” she choked out just like she did when she was 15 years old.
"Prove you are indeed worthy of such a request" Calypso said, handing Shelby the staff regarding the young woman's plea to join Calypso.
Like she was watching a movie, Shelby saw herself walk over to her parents, without hesitation, they pleaded, apologizing profusely for anything they had ever done to the her. None of it fazed her, she spun the staff, and executed them right there, no tears, no remorse. She looked at Calypso, she smiled back at Shelby, "very well done indeed, we shall hone your skills my dear, come now."
Shelby clapped her hands over eyes and fell to her knees sobbing, “I am so sorry, Mom…Dad. Dad….I’m…” She crawled back up, using the wall, “Forgive m….” her parents faded away. She turned and saw the glowing green smoke lurk closer and she started running again. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she desperately tried running until it felt like she was stuck in a swamp hardly going anywhere. When she did move forward, obstacles obstructed her path and the green smoke swallowed her.
“Where are they? Where is Eliza? These so called… Rough Riders...hmm ?” Hissed Calypso.
Shelby struggled in the bindings, the metal clasps dug into her wrists, “I....I don't know.”
“Well, I trusted your decision and well, it put my life in jeopardy. IT PUT MY EMPIRE IN JEOPARDY!!!”
Shelby winced in anticipation as Calypso screamed, “LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ALL WHO CROSS ME, TO ALL WHO DO NOT FULLFILL THEIR OBLIGATION TO THE JADED EMPIRE!!!” Calypso got by Shelby's ear, “And to all that I give a responsibility to whom make unwise decisions based on feelings.” The crowd roared like it was a sporting event when Calypso raised the glass imbedded whip and cracked across Shelby's bare back. Shelby bit her lip until it bled, her clasps chewed at her wrists like a rabid dog. Again, this time her legs buckled, again and her legs gave out leaving her stretched out. “Only 47 more lashes Love,” Calypso grinned then Laughed aloud. It seemed like an eternity before the last crack of the whip was heard and tossed next to Shelby, her blood stained the shards of glass and leather as she clung to a string just to keep her eyes open. “THREE DAYS, THREE DAYS SHALL SHE BE ON DISPLAY SHOULD ANY OF YOU DECIDE TO CROSS ME. UPON THE DUSK OF THE THIRD DAY SHE SHALL BE DRAWN AND QUARTERED,” Calypso kneeled down and pat Shelby's back causing her to painfully twitch, “Do enjoy your accommodations Darling, I shall see you in three days.
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Shelby sat straight up in bed drenched in sweat, she pulled her knees to her chest and rest her face on them and began to sob. She was thankful for the yelling in the street that woke her up from her recurring nightmare, or actually, remembering the severe sting of Calypso's whip. She gathered herself up, using the towel still laying on the bed to wipe off her face and sweaty chest. She swung her legs to the side of the bed, the floor was still warm from the heat of the day as she stood up on wobbly legs. Grabbing a makeup mirror she turned around, using it to see the scars of the 50 lashes Calypso had dealt. They made Mr. Fusiler’s whip scars look lile childs play.
“Was I right? To stand up to Calypso?” She reached back and touched her wounds, there were spots that lacerated deeply that were still tender to the touch, “Apparently I should never have...fuck that, Calypso is out of her fucking mind.” She silently thanked Waylon for cutting her loose, and not only that, helped to escape after he stole a significant amount of caps from Calypso. Surely Calypso had noticed the missing caps along with her former protege, who knew if she had placed a bounty on them or not, or if Calypso still held a place for Shelby in her blackened heart and frail mind.
Shelby slowly pulled on a pair of black leggings and a blue t-shirt. She sighed, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes and went up to the roof. She couldn't go to the diner in case that mutant was there, so she choose to have a drink up high in the roof and look down on the up and coming town. She reached into a cooler and grabbed her pint of oiss warm whiskey, twisting off the cap and throwing some back. “This is good. This is a good place to start over, start fresh. Kinda lonely, but safe for now at least.”
“Yeah, a little lonely,” Waylon walked out onto the roof, “Nightmares again? I was awake, heard ya walk upstairs.”
Shelby jumped, “Asshole. You want a pull?”
“Brought my own babe. Let's take one together,” Waylon twisted off the cap on his pint. Shelby smiled and nodded, they both raised their pints.
“To a new life,” They both said simultaneously as it had become their toast of choice and they both threw back their bottles.
Brandy Brooks - Ace’s Diner
"Ahh...y-yeah...maybe..." Frieda stuttered, quickly looking down at the countertop immediately in front of her, she looked towards Steve then turned back towards Brandy. "Don't...don't be like that, all right. I..." she sighed, heavily, then looked at Rook. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Brandy grinned and pat the top of Frieda’s hand, “Oh good, thank you.” She was sidetracked by the new Steve guy arguing with Lorelei and watched briefly.
"So!" Frieda cried cheerfully at Ace, "What's a girl gotta do to get a beer around here?"
“Frieda, this is Ace,” Brandy reached out and tugged Ace’s shirt just above his belt, “Ace, this is Frieda.” She shut up and turned her head when Rook spoke up.
“Make sure she gets cold beer. Rook can carry things to help repair cold maker after he finishes with wall. Rook needs help on it. Rook has ideas, but not sure how to make them work. Maybe someone in town can help?” Rook asked, packing up the meat after he was done paying for it. “Children of Atom a threat to town, so sooner we build walls, better. Rook can ignore their tickle guns, but he has seen other friends die from them. Don't want to see new ones die here.”
“I...I was going to buy your stuff Rook?” Brandy sighed, “Alright, next time though I will pay for it. I will round up some help for the wall too.” Brandy spun her barstool to face Frieda again leaning in she whispered, “See? You need to look at Rook’s eyes and see him for WHO he is and not WHAT he is. I mean, it's not his fault he was born that way ya know? I'll grab you a beer.”
She jumped down and skated behind the bar and pulled out three beers and sat them on the counter, “My treat,” she twisted the caps off and slid a beer in front of Frieda, Rook, and her seat. She took the three caps and dropped them into Ace’s pocket, “There ya go.” She returned to her stool and raises her bottle, “To new friends and a new home, CHEERS !!!”
Brandy Brooks – Ace’s Diner
The tall blonde blinked. "Ah -- oh. Thanks. I'm Richter," she replied, "Frieda, I mean. Frieda Richter." She took Brandy's offered hand and shook it, “Are you sure?” Brandy smiled politely so Frieda knew she was serious, “You’re a lifesaver, Brandy.”
Brandy watch Frieda quickly exit the diner and rummaging through her pockets for something to light a cigarette. Barney cleared his throat, “Yeah...Umm...that should be more than enough…”
“Oh thank you Barney,” she went to address Ace but he was already heading down to the cellar. Lorelei had left with Steve, another new face in town. Brandy watched with curiosity until a thud broke her stare.
“Here’s some radstag, hope it’s enough for you… I also have some molerat, if you like.” Ace said to Rook as he placed the meat on a table close to him. He turned to Brandy with a smirk, “I’m sure I could find a task or two for you to do...”
“Thank you sooo much, anything you want I’ll help with, “Brandy looked at Rook then to Ace.
Barney groaned, “Hey Romeo, another shot of whiskey over here.” Ace winked at her as he turned to grab a whiskey bottle to serve Barney.
Instantly Brandy’s cheeks felt like they were burning as she blushed, “W...I...oh n…” She quickly turned away flustered at Ace’s insinuation, which was his nature but it was still embarrassing when she didn’t get it right away.
Frieda had sat down at the bar and almost instantaneously Barney cried out, “Hey, Well if it isn’t Little Miss Trigger Happy, huh?” Frieda stared blankly at Barney, “Best you not shoot that gun in here, you’re liable to hurt someone innocent. Rook’s a bonafide payin’ customer.”
Brandy looked from Barney back to Frieda, who looked between Rook, Barney and herself, “Look, I’m not going to apologize for earlier. Anyone-” Frieda paused and looked at Brandy, “Well, most anyone would have done exactly what I did. White flag or otherwise. Besides, it was just a warning shot, too.”
Brandy furrowed her brow while looking at Frieda; she glanced at Rook then back, “What’s Barney talking about Frieda?” Barney looked at Frieda and egged her to tell with his eyes, “Di…did you shoot at Rook? Why? He had a white flag, that means he comes in peace, or in war means he surrendered.” Her mouth fell open slightly, “Why? He just wants the same thing we all do, to live as peacefully as we can and build a community.” Her heart felt like it was sinking and it was written all over her face.
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