152.163.197.81 writes:

Fairy Tale

A fierce pioneer of all that is rugged, brawny and brave - the gladiator sat up in bed, heart pounding and drenched in sweat . . . "God, what a dream!" He muttered moping his brow.

He had been wandering lost, across a wretched landscape. A strange, barren place - where letters, not gladiators rose up before him. And words, with sharp edges rose up like razors - dripping with blood so red they were Beyond Rubies. Say something we don’t like - they seemed to scream - and we will cut you to ribbons. He shivered. "Ugh. Give me a tiger any day mate. For they are just dumb brutes, but words like those, are deadly weapons. . . . Ahh well. it t’was just a dream." He pulled out his Battle axe - his sword - and his shield. "Why do I feel funny? " Then remembered the sleeping lass beside him. "I never should have eaten the whole thing" He said outloud. "All that pastrami. and no beer to wash it down. Everyone knows that’s no way to eat a Katz P&R - I never should have listened to the wench." What was her name? It began with an L. He tried hard to remember - She began to snore and rolled away.

He rose. There was no time for sad goodbyes- or even casual ones for that matter. . There were fights to be had, drinks to be consumed, scripts to be read . . . and for now - an exciting, masculine, part to be played.

He heard the cries of his name - from the arena. And so he entered - Sword raised - ready for battle.

But when he entered, there was noone to fight - no opponent - none - not man - nor cat.

‘Put down your sword, silly." The Elfin emperor Dennis lisped. "Today we play a different game."

RC rifled through his script. "Uhh Ridley? Umm I don’t see that here."

Ridley pushed up his glasses,

"Get me the script girl."

4tune ran in "LOL, LOL boss. I don’t know what’s going on."

All eyes turned to Dennis. "Look Ridley, I like improvisation it makes for really cool interactive stuff. And besides. It is another two weeks before the film opens. Everyone is getting bored."

4tune smiled at the Director! "Lets do it! RC are you game?"


RC smiled. "I’m a manly man, a hunky man. Mate, I’m game for anything." He remembered the girl in the room. "LOLA." and smiled. It doesn’t have anything to do with bondage, does it?"

"Bondage?" The Emperor squeeled! "Now that sounds like fun. But no. No. Nothing like that. Turn and see."

RC turned, there was three doors before him.

"Choose one." Emperor Dennis called. ‘Or, be spanked!"

"Spank yourself mate, I’m busy."

He strode forward. It was clear the middle door beckoned. He knew whatever lie behind it would be an adventure unlike any other he had taken before. Even better than that motorcycle trip with his mates across the great continent. A girl stepped out and smiled - she had a strange accent. "You have chosen well." Her voice was like a bell. "You will not be disappointed."
Ridley called out "Anne Sofie, sophie - whatever it is . . . get back to your studies. Stop wasting your time on this nonsense."

Anne Sofie scurried away "Ego vs Id - Superego, ergo" . . . Russell shook his head and looked again at the door . . .

"Number two." He boomed. "I’ll go through number two!’

A cheer rose through the crowd. He opened the door. A long dark tunnel lie before him. He entered, and began to walk - it grew dark - the cheers subsided. . .

Down the dark passage he continued. Down past pictures of himself from every interview had had ever given. "Did I really torture that poor woman so much who came to visit me from Vanity Fair?" He winced. He took out a tape recorded in his pocket . . .’message to self. Hunky is as hunky does. Send flowers with apology to fair Mrs. from the states."

Now old characters stepped out before him, people he had played in the past. A preacher with his hands hovering above an old broken down Remington said . . . "I won’t do it!" RC said "Oh you will, mate, you will."

He heard a grunt and turned - a smile broke out across his face!

"Hey Bud!" He yelled at a scowling cop. It’s me, RC!" but, Bud didn’t notice him at all - he was too busy staring at - Kim Bassinger. RC didn’t mind. "I wouldn’t give myself the time of day either if Kim was in the room."

Then he saw, Jeffrey Wiggand, who sat in the corner rocking. "Hey Mate, don’t worry. Its gonna all work out."
Jeffrey looked at him "But what about the Oscar."

RC clasped him on the shoulder . . ."All in due time mate. All in due time."

Further and further he went - - -Little whispers swirled around him - deep in the shadows - there was movement. Ghosts of the past? He didn’t know. He stopped an listened closely - women. Chattering, laughing, He moved closer . . .

"STOP WHO GOES THERE."

"Just a traveller from an anchient land." RC said - Come out where I can see you . . ."

A woman stepped out. She looked dishevled. She wore army fatigues - carried every movie he had ever made on vhs in her hand. She put up her fists, she was ready for battle.

"Get out of here!" She sneered. "Men aren’t welcome."

"Really, mate . . . I think you’re over-reacting a little too much."

"Get out! Can’t you see I’m trying to Pun!"

"Oh come on love. I’m just a traveller - making my way through this odd terrain. If you let me pass - I’ll learn the ropes . . . (he heard a giggle come out of the shadows) . . . Bring me to your leader!’

"Pet isn’t here! She is working! I’m in charge now!"

She squinted at him. It was clear she had been in the dark too long. She sniffed the air like a cat . . ."Hmm, you are familiar." She took a step back and as he passed, her eyes opened wide and she gasped!'RC?!!! is that really you?"

"Aiy mate, tis!"

"Oh my god! I've seen all your films! All of them!"

"Yeah? That's great luv." He moved past her -and headed on . . .


DEVIN

 

 

And so it is - or maybe not
Friday, 21-Apr-2000 11:59:20

168.28.237.2 writes:

I liked the fairy tale but one question - strange accent? Devin, Devin, don't ever make assumptions dear. It's not strange - it's British that has gone bad (southern) so it sounds like a Kentucky dialect (or so someone told me). As for the story

...He could feel a familiar tinkling in his shoulder, he always got that feeling if someone wasn't quite right, a kind of sixth sense. He carefully looked over his shoulder - nothing. He tightened his grip around the sword before moving on towards the sound of the women. A grin moved swiftly over his face when he remembered the last time he had heard a woman's laughter. There was a time not so far away, actually only last night, when...L something - what was her name - had laughed out loud, and he couldn't help himself grinning when he remembered what actions had followed.
"Pull yourself together, mate. There's more serious stuff coming up ahead, and all you can think os is women?"
He told himself while wandering through the dark tunnel. Suddenly he something move beside him, something big and hairy. The muscle in his body tensed but then he relaxed again when the brumby moved by him, he was still a magnificient stallion that Thowra.
The tunneled became narrower and he had to make himself smaller to move ahead. Not an easy task for a man with broad shoulders and a body build to work.
"I'm proud of my white blood and history. One day it might be the only thing I got"
He knew that voice. He knew it far too well, since it was his one, but the ideology belonged to Hando, who now appeared right ahead of him. The only thing Rc could think about was how to get by him in this narrow tunnel, but he kept walking, because he think he could see a lightbeam behind Hando - lightbeam as in sunlight...

Anne Sofie

 

 

 

Re: Wow, whoever, this is getting good
Friday, 21-Apr-2000 12:27:36

205.188.199.166 writes:

the strange accent is Anne Sofie's . . . noone else's . . . but

Laughter like tiny diamonds fell about him - He looked past the shoulder of the dude in his way - What's in there, mate?

"Are you brave of heart, my friend?"

"Well Yeah, i guess so . . ."

"Cool, have fun. by the way, loved you in the Insider. . . "

"Thanks mate."

The handsome scribe stepped aside and RC entered the room . . .
A light brighter than any other flashed before him, there were women of every shape, size and age . . .


Devin

 

 

 

The saga continues
Friday, 21-Apr-2000 13:14:57

207.106.153.15 writes:

RC looked at all of the women, and slowly let his sword hand fall.

One of the women stepped up to him. "Gee, RC, you look really knackered. C'mon, girls."

Before he knew it, RC was being stripped naked and then was led to a fragrant pool.

"Hey," he asked the woman, "wasn't this one of the sets of Julie Taymor's Titus?"

"Why, that's right, RC," said the woman with a smile. "Jessica Lange was going to be here to welcome you, but, well, she had to churn out another kid for Sam Shepard and she's way too old for you anyway." She pushed him into the pool.

"You do know how to swim, don't you? Girls, we need some lifeguards for RC. Lulu, 4tune, Filly, Priscilla -- get your butts over here."

4tune swam over to RC.

"Who is that woman?" RC asked.

"Lavinia," said 4tune. "She thinks she knows everything just because she has an MBA."

"She's gone to get Devin, the royal barber," said Filly. "If he doesn't give you a perfect shave, she's going to raid his mutual fund and leave him destitute."

"Can't have that," said RC. "Can't he work as a bartender or something? Script boy? Make up"



Lavinia

 

 

 

Re: Re: FAIRY TALE
Friday, 21-Apr-2000 15:14:46

152.163.204.206 writes:

Little by little they all surrounded him - staring, gaping, licking thier lustful chops . .

He looked at the stark hunger in their faces and gulped . . .
"take it easy, ladies."

"Who are you telling to take it easy? We've been waiting here for ever and ever and ever. And we want our due. Render unto me what is mine . . . and you my studly wuddly - are all mine!"

"Hey aren't you that girl from last night . . ."

"Get me my pulley's - at once!" Demanded the buxom babe -

"Wait!" Everyone looked up - - - Lavinia stood seething- her eyes flashing with the wrath of god knows what . . . "Devon's quit! And he's left this note. it reads "Sorry, but I've decided to lead an expedition to find my balls again. I've left the razor behind." The razor gleamed in Lavinia's hand. "I guess I'll have to shave RC myself."

"No, damn it. I'll shave him!" Katrina said, shoving Lavinia out of the way . . .

the razor slid across the floor . . .

"No, I will . . ." Said Kath . . . "We know how to shave em in our neck of the woods . . ."

"Hachoooo! Sniff . . . I wish I could shave him but I'm still with cold and not well at all . . . I shouldn't even be in this story - I should be home in bed . . ." Sin, dabbed her dripping eyes and coughed some more . . .

Soon there were many voices and they were singing out as if a chorus "I will, he's mi..., Let me. ..., I saw him fir.... Give it to me . .. No! Romper Stomper . . . My husband doesn't know . . . I wanna. . . get the wynch . . . and then they fell upon him . . .

Devin PART II

 

 

 

FAIRY TALE THREE
Friday, 21-Apr-2000 20:58:47

205.188.195.49 writes:

The light of day woke him. They were gone. He was exhausted, confused, perhaps . . .could it be, yes, yes he was scared. For the first time in his life, he felt unsure. Who was he? What was he? What did it mean to be he?

He stood, his body ached. He didn't know where the parts he had played and HE parted. Dazed he stumbled down yet another corridor . .. his head ached - he wanted some real human contact. ..

RC turned a corner . . . a voice called to him . . . but it didnt' call him by name - - - it sang. .. sang a song he had heard as a child.

Suddenly he was cast back, hands bathed him - kisses touched him lightly on his forehead . . .

"Come . . .love."

"There there now. Don't be afraid . . . do not cry . . ."

He followed the voice - stumbling forward - drawn to the song of her voice. . .

Anne Sofie stood before him. She smiled. "How are you?" she asked.

"I am tired. I am uncertain . . . "

"You are uncertain because you are always playing a part . . . here take my hand."

he took it, they smiled - he felt he had known her a long, long time . . .



DEVin

Sunday, 23-Apr-2000 19:11:03

152.163.195.177 writes:

"Well goodbye." Anne Sofie said.

"Goodbye? Where are you going?’

"On with my life. I am not even twenty yet!"

And before he could reply, she was gone . . .

RC looked around . . .there was nothing, anywhere. And not a soul in sight.

"Hello????" He called . . ."Anybody out there?" The air was still - his words flew out of his mouth and hung suspended in the void - - - then evaporated into thin air.

"Whoa!" He liked it. "Hello???"


But this time he only got a reprimand

"Will you keep your voice down. My kids are sleeping."

RC whirled around . .. A woman - small - with dirty blonde hair - wearing a painter’s smock with the letter P embroidered in Scarlett - stood with an easel in front of him busily painting away.

"Jesus. Where did You come from?" He asked, in utter amazement . . .


"I could ask the same of you." She said. "But I won’t. Cuz I’m busy."

She continued to paint. The warrior watched her with growing interest. There was something ethereal about this one. It was clear she was a no nonsense type. And she had tude. And there was nothing the Gladiator liked better than a woman with tude. He smiled and took a step toward her. . .

"No . . . Don’t move."

Had he been commanded? By a woman no less? He wasn't sure. His head hurt and he was hungry. His liver was crying out "get me something to drink already . . .I'm detoxing in here." but he ignored it for the moment. The truth was his desires weren't about drinking right now. He was having mixed emotions. He didn't like being told what to do. and he wasn't going to start going along with it now. Screw her. He'd do what he wanted. and so, he came nearer still...

"What are you afraid of, Lass? A little masculinity?"

"I’m not afraid, handsome. But I like you in that light. . ."

"The light, there is no light?" He said.

"And you know what else I like." She said teasingly. "I like the shape of your mouth." Then she laughed.

RC was confused by this. Here was a woman. An adult. She had kids, or so she said. Which meant a husband. But here she was, painting his picture. Egging him on . He didn't know what to do, so he reached down into his bag of bulls--- and came out with this . .. "You're really sweet." But he hadn't chosen his words well - at all.


." Don’t decompartmentalise me into some weak and pathetic woman! I am a strong and vibrant person. I am not all sensitive and sweet, you know. I have an angry side, too!"

"Then we have something in common" RC said enthusiastically. " I know all about anger. . . ."

She continued to paint . . . "I know you do. But being a man you don’t need to please, please, please all the time. I feel stuckin the middle . . . I want to speak my mind. But I hold my tongue for fear of offending touchy sensibilities. And believe you me around these parts there are plenty of those."

"So why don't you just do what I do. Just say what you feel."

"Because its not responsible, boyfriend. You can't just be shooting your mouth off cuz that's what you feel like doing.

 

You gotta think before you speak. You gotta think about the other guy."

Now RC was really confused so he asked "Why?"

"Duh. Cuz its called having tact."


"But, I am an ariste. And I am in touch with my anger."

"Well, bully for you" she said. Now are we going to talk all night, or get down to business . . .and she smiled again.

He stared at her . . . was this a trick?

"Go on, I don’t have all damn day . . ."

He smiled at her, his canine's flashing - now this would be fun. And with that, he promptly fainted.


Devin

 

FAIRYTALE PART I CONTINUED (Mistress Kath)APRIL 27
Wednesday, 26-Apr-2000 18:43:25

152.163.195.187 writes:


He woke up, his head ached. Where was the woman? He wanted to put his head in her lap and have her say things to him like "Don’t feel bad, gladiator man. I know you’ve been tormented by the evil people. Laughed and mocked. Gee your just like a christ figure. Poor sweet misunderstood Gladiator man." Or something like that, but she was nowhere to be seen.

He had been beaten up as of late! He had one battle after the other to take on, and all for what. To gain his rightful place - on the throne. He was tired, hungry . . . and . . .

"And damn it, I could use a shave!"

"Did someone say shave?" That accent . . . was music to his ears.

A woman stood before him. She was holding a mug of lather and a straight edge razor - he looked at her warily . . . she worried him - the way she wielded that thing . . .

"Well, did you or didn’t you?" She said - there was a bit of mischief in her eye. What did it mean. He gulped.

"Uhh, I did." can I just say that I am really hungry and tired.

"yes . . .and now you have. Get into the chair."

A giant barber chair waited for him - ten times his size . . .

"Up there?"

"Oh, you need help. I can see all that heavy loin cloth you are wearing is weighing you down . . hold on. . ."

She clapped her hands - three women - giggling hysterically came into the room . . .

"Hi RC!" They all said in unison. and then they giggled some more.

RC stared at the ground. Why had she brought up the loin cloth. It made him feel vunerable. He looked down. Was everything in place.

The women giggled again. Had they read his mind?

The barber chick clapped her hands "Cleo, Katrina, Brandi - stop blushing and being adorable and get him up . . .

They giggled again. This was too much to bear.

"Yes, Mistress Kath . . ." they said in unison - sounding like a cachophony of tiny chimes . . .

They lifted him up . . .

"Relax . . ." the barber chick said - "this won’t hurt a bit . . ."





He liked her. She was tough in a Indiana Jones heroine tough kinda way. She had moxie and he liked Moxie . .

The hot lather felt good - and after an impecccable shave - he was ready for so mething to eat.

"Im hungry."

"Alright. Come with me."

Together they left, the other three trailing behind - trying to stiffle giggles . . .

Kath - led him to a giant table - covered with dishes - dishes with food - food that was better than anything he’d seen in a long time. There was lamb shank, and roasted beets, asparagus, and steak tartar, there was fois gras, and creme brulee - Italian wines from the cellars of the great merchants of Monte pulciano - and a bevy of big blondes waiting to serve him.

"Wow." Is all he said . . .

"Well sit down . . . " he did. There was no denying it . . . he did not want to disobey mistress Kath.






Devin

 

Re: FAIRY TALE....Cont....5/4/00
Saturday, 13-May-2000 20:37:49

203.30.39.2 writes:

After the feast Mistress Kath led RC over to a really comfy leather lounge chair and told him to feel free to help himself to a beer in the fridge that was beside him. He opened it up to find it full of his favourite green cans. He opened one (or two) up and swallowed the frosty liquid down until the can was empty. (if you listen real hard you may even be able to hear him suck the foam off his top lip)
Now that RC was nice and relaxed, Mistress Kath
stood before him and pressed a button on a remote control and told him that this was a very
special media screen that he was about watch, because it transported his thoughts to up on the screen.
Eveyone gathered around with baited breath waiting
for the images to start.......

cj