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CHAPTER 9 - PAGE 11

(Transcript and visual captions below}

Lucricia returned to life with a start.

She quickly sat up in the hotel room, casting about for attackers. Vampires weren't omniscient. Even with spies at the airport who knew exactly what to look for, it was pretty easy to slip through. But still, there were all sorts of unpleasant possibilities on coming into new turf.

She levitated from the bed, stretching physically and supernaturally, and alit on the floor with soft feet. Of course they're disorganized, with Theodore to contend with. And Theodore hasn't had the time to organize his own network of rats. In the washroom sink, she cleaned her face and began to reapply her makeup. She smiled. Sleeping still as a corpse meant having to put less effort into reconstructing one's hair.

      "Lookin' good, baby." Her smile faded a bit. She really hoped old Tomasz wasn't already gone. How powerful would Theodore be then?

In which Fran gets feminine wiled.

      "Darren, no," Tristan said.
      "What? I'm the asshole here, ain't I? Somebody has to say it, so I'll take it out of your hands."
Allison felt blank at first, but familiar anger was coming back. Darren really was an asshole.
      "That's nice you can get over it so easily. Good for you," she said.
      "Think what you like, kid. Metal is all about rage and power fantasies, like there's some oppressive order to the Universe you can tear down and replace with your Dark Empire of Awesome. The place I come from is about how everything is absurd and lame and bad shit happens for no reason and there ain't shit you can do about it, so who do you think has a more realistic point of view?"
      "Darren, no," Tristan said again.
      Allison glared at Darren coolly. "We can't do anything because we're less powerful than the Circle dicks, right? Because they're older?"
      "Yeah, now you're getting it."
      "How old are you now, Darren? Got a few months on me, right?"
      "Allison, no," Tristan said.
      "Urm, what are you-?" Darren didn't have much time to process the threat. Allison threw him across the room, embedding him halfway into the cheap plaster wall. He tried to retort, but the broken ribs only let him squeak out a tiny bit.
      "Tch, whatever!"

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     January 16th, 2013
     By:  Christopher

We been working on the railroad, all the live-long day. Yea, as those fractions of us that are Irish, we hath been exploited.

But it's worth it, baby! Because we love you. Especially you. That one guy. You know who you are, sexypants. Grrowl. <3

PS - Don't go thinking it was about you, that other guy. I mean seriously, get over yourself!

PPS - Damn you, Sisters of Mercy!

            TRANSCRIPT: This is the text of the comic, for purposes such as translation and internet searches.

1.)

(Lucricia rides in a taxi, talking on her cell phone.)

LUCRICIA: The servants say Tomasz isn’t home. Where is he?

VOICE ON PHONE: Uhhh.

LUCRICIA: Fran, why don’t I go there and you can explain.

2.)

(Francesca at her apartment, looks a bit panicked.)

FRANCESCA: Wh-here?! Oh... Like, now?

LUCRICIA: (over phone) Yes, why not? Or you could just tell me where Tomasz is...

FRANCESCA: Oh no no, sure! Come on over!

3.)

(Lucricia gets out of the taxi at Francesca's apartment.)

4.)

(Francesca is doing her hair. Her expression is frantic.)

DOORBELL: Ding!

FRANCESCA: Just a moment...!

5.)

(Francesca greets Lucricia at the door, trying to strike an alluring pose, though her face belies the tension of a poorly kept secret.
     She is wearing poorly applied makeup, has her hair sloppily pushed to the side, and is squeezed into an excessively revealing
     dress. Her bosom aggressively demands attention.)

FRANCESCA: Lucricia! L-long time no see, huh?

6.)

(Lucricia shows her indifference to the sexy display with cranky folded arms.)

LUCRICIA: Uh huh.     Where’s Tomasz?

7.)

(Francesca makes a highly suspicious "innocent" face.)

FRANCESCA: Uhhhh!! Hey wanna come inside and... whatever?

8.)

(Francesca vamps, increasing Lucricia's ire.)

FRANCESCA: We can talk all about it, maybe watch a movie or...

LUCRICIA: What is this!?

9.)

(Francesca is doe eyed and arching her back to emphasize the breasts,
     a finger near her lips in faux quizzical expression. Lucricia is cranky.)

FRANCESCA: What is what? Is there something? I didn’t notice...

10.)

(Lucricia makes the "Are you fucking kidding me?" face.)

11.)

(Lucricia reconsiders her approach.)

12.)

(Lucricia and Francesca look pleasant and amorous.)

LUCRICIA: OK. Fine.

13.)

(Later, Lucricia strolls out of the bedroom, leaving sexed out, senseless Francesca in her wake. Lucricia is in her boxers and tank top,
     with lipstick smeared on her face and Francesca's bra over her shoulder like a boxing prize belt. She whistles innocently.)

LUCRICIA: Sooo what's in here?

14.)

(Harlan at night.)

15.)

(Sleepy Town hotel, where Jack and the kids were staying.)

16.)

(Vitus solemnly addresses saddened and frustrated Darren, Allison, and Tristan.)

VITUS: Demetri says there’s no hope...     --but listen...

17.)

(Vitus has a determined look.)

VITUS: I’m on it, hope or not.

18.)

(Darren has a curmudgeonly expression of defeat, and the others look mildly perturbed.)

DARREN: Well... nothin’ we can do huh?

ALLISON and TRISTAN: ...

 
 
 
 
 
 
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