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IC- Shepard's house 18:00
« on: December 14, 2010, 06:27:33 PM »
cold and dark outside, thick smell of waterpipe smoke floods the front porch, loud booming music, it increases in the small anteroom as though it is glued to the peeling old wallpaper and dirty cathair sofa next to the coat hanger, inside the large old cottage is crowded and littered with booze and cigarette smoke mixed with waterpipe smoke, maybe also marijuana. People coming and going or seated on the living room old second hand couches, sofas, kitchen stools, stairs and corners. Much talk and noise adds to the ambiance sometimes heard over the loud music with occasional screams or moans coming from the bedrooms on floor above. The crowd seems most intense at this hour, small groups of young people huddled in circles, some playing, drinking, fucking, smoking, some wearing more or less than others.

Seated back in the corner of his sofa, Marcus P. Shepard takes another long breath of his Indian peace smoking pipe offering it to Tomaz before returning to play on the acoustic guitar he is cradling. Rudi looks at them as she is lain resting her head lazily against Shepard's naked shoulder.  Simon just sits from across, quiet, with his head tilted back, somewhere else behind the bold black rim glasses as he stares up, and people are passing all around them.

",,,So what do you say eh Tommy? Think all this is helping my inspiration? " Shepard's goatee twists into a cocky half smile that seems almost devilish along with the horned shape of his black hair and drunk red skin..



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Re: IC- Shepard's house 18:00
« Reply #1 on: December 16, 2010, 12:48:19 AM »
Tomaz raised his eyebrows, momentarily pulling his concentration away from the peace pipe to look over his wayfarers at Marcus.

"You know what they say," he exhaled a cloud of smoke before continuing. "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent masturbation."

Tomaz was... tired. It has been three days since he'd touched down in Cavern City. He'd come here straight from the airport, and hadn't slept since. Or eaten. Or been sober.

Average height and painfully thin, with dark stickuppy hair coifed carelessly to the side, his dark eyes gleamed glazily behind his dark sunglasses. His wore a plain gray v-neck and tight black jeans, grey suede shoes and a black leather jacket. Somewhere down the line, he'd forgotten to zip his pants back up.

He'd just drank and smoked and fucked his way into a state of semi-consciousness apathy, which he articulated verbally as pseudo-philosophical sarcasm.

His cell phone was off (he'd warned the studio that 'service in those Canadian Mountains is spotty at best') and nobody knew exactly where he was. Which is how he liked it.

So there he lay, in a woodland mansion, a Dyonisian paradise at the edge of the world, surrounded by 39 flavors of hedonism.

There he lay, smoking a mixture of hashish and opium from what he could only assume was an authentic Native American peace pipe (Marcus never half-assed anything), laying on a sequined silk pillow on an ornate Persian rug.

There he lay, hiding from all responsibility, hiding from the world, hiding from himself, in a den of exquisite sin where his every desire could and had been satisfied on a whim.

Tomaz DeAmorim handed the pipe back to Shepard and fell back onto his pillow.

He was bored. 

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Hola.
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Re: IC- Shepard's house 18:00
« Reply #2 on: December 16, 2010, 07:53:11 PM »
"Tell that to your suit the next time he tries to push his hollywood crap on you, Ha"

Shepard shifts his flushed naked torso reaching lazly forward to take his beer off the antique scrapped coffee table at the center of the circle, his eyes glaze over the crowd to the entrance of the ante room as if his attention is being called to there somehow to that single woman who has just entered the room, there is something about her, the way she walks by the people looking , searching for someone or something, dressed in a simple black Radiohead T-shirt and jeansm, shes hot but Shepard seen hot women before, maybe its that dark cyan and pink hair color that seem to make heads turn as she passes through.

Suddenly he recomposes himself as he feels Rudi's hand gently at his chin turning his head back to her, she noticed too somehow he realizes but somehow it is hard for him not to wonder about the stranger as she moves towards the center of the room towards shepard and his merry gang of stoners.

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Re: IC- Shepard's house 18:00
« Reply #3 on: December 18, 2010, 07:08:59 PM »
Tomaz's eyes slip back into focus and come to rest on the women cutting through the crowd like a hot knife through... something a hot knife could easily cut through.

He looks on, still bored, still apathetic, and yet unable to turn away.

Their eyes meet. A spark ignites in his mind. His heart begins to race.

"I think I just got my 4th wind..." he says to no one in particular.

Things seem like they might be about to get interesting. Tomaz picks himself up off the ground and surreptitiously straightens his clothing for a moment before giving it up as a bad job.

He turns to Shepard, "I've got to... go... place." He pauses, then nods, then ambles over to the beautiful mystery lady to introduce himself. 
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Re: IC- Shepard's house 18:00
« Reply #4 on: December 20, 2010, 02:12:50 AM »
The Mysterious Lady notices Thomaz and smiles as he approaches. For a moment the crowd, the smoke, the loud music, all fade into the background.

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Cut
rest is in PM and the other IC-Post Intro thread.