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dontcallmejoel · 5 years

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13.

Not twenty minutes after dropping off his bounty (and bearing the weird looks he got for showing up with a bandana wrapped over his nose and mouth), his mobile device pings him. Another bounty, one picked up and shot to the top of his priority list because the AI found potential leads to multiple open cases. Jesse has to dig around for the mobile device, the armored case he kept it in had shifted during his last bought of dashing he did.

“Well, that’s interesting.”

A bounty out for some rich sonovabitch who skipped the law on multiple counts of fraud, embezzlement, and assault, who had a facial match to one of the victims of a death machine game as well as multiple other facial matches from the video’s “jurors” of the video to the man’s known contacts. He also happened to be firmly marked in the “5X” category and should have been murdered. Jesse makes himself comfortable where’s he’s been sitting on the balcony of a cheap motel, and gets to work trying to see if he could work out where this man is.

A day and some minor arrangements later, he’s strolling down a long hall with a sinfully plush carpet (perfect for noise dampening) and lined with gilt framed-paintings and live plants. Part of him wondered how much money was dropped in making this hall, how many families could’ve been fed at the cost it took to create the experience of luxury while walking to a goddamn suite. He tries not to listen to that part of him these days.

The room he needs is above his mark’s, with another balcony (much nicer than the one he had the night before). He leans out on it, taking in the view of the city lights going up while his cigarillo burns down. The tiny camera he put in the plants near the mark’s door counts two people, the mark and a single guard. From the pieces of recorded activity, Jesse’s cobbled together patterns of a drug addict and a terrible business partner, wracking up a list of allegations of professional misconduct nearly as long as Jesse’s juvenile record, some of which accelerated after a specific point in his life two years ago.

Through the AI, he’d pulled up the man’s cell phone service, listening to the last recorded phone conversation while parsing through the numbers for more patterns. He had to take out his earbuds, because the man’s shrill shouts from more back up, more men, more protection damn near burst his eardrum. A man at then end of his rope.

Great. He loved threatening desperate men. Always ended well. He authorizes the call on his device, which clones the number for the service his mark is using for private security, to call the single guard he’s been allowed. A few minutes later, the man emerges from the door, pacing down the hall.

Jesse heaves himself over the balcony, hand catching on the ledge and swinging him onto the balcony below. Inside the suite is lit with extra lamps, a tangle of cords jutting from every visible electrical outlet, as well as several battery-powered lamps and flashlights. His mark has deteriorated since his video, still beautiful and polished the way the rich always seemed to be, but with a gauntness to him he didn’t have before.

“Fucking shit.” He spits as Jesse casually slides the door open and closed behind him. “Who the fuck sent you? I’ll kill them. I’ll kill those cocksuckers that run my security, too. You paid them off, didn’t you? I knew it. I knew it!”

Jesse waits patiently, flicking through his mobile device to pull up the man’s video. “Relax. I just need an answer from you. Then I’m gone and you’re free to rot.”

“Fuck you.” He turns the phone screen, showing the video, and watching as the expression on the mark’s face morphs from a snarl to fear to disgust. “What the fuck? I buried that bitch and all her little faggot friends. Who the shit care about her anymore?”

“Care to elaborate?” Jesse asks, picking up a decorative pillow from one of the chair. It’s a little understuffed, but will do.

“”No, I fucking don’t-” In a flash, Jesse’s in his space, delivering a punishing blow to the man’s solar plexus, using the shock to then yank him onto his back and planting a knee on the bundle of nerves in his left arm to pin him down.

“Let’s try again. Why aren’t you dead?”

“Fuck you. It’s just a fucking game you fucking moron. Get off me-” He tries to squirm out from under Jesse’s knee and gasps in pain when Jesse puts more weight on it. “What the fuck, man.”

“You said it was a game? How would you know?”

“I don’t fucking know-”

Jesse shoves the pillow over his face, finds the first rib with the thumb of his prosthetic, and then feels it shift under his grip. The man struggles and screams his fill (for too long, really, Jesse’s got places to be. “Let’s try that again. How are you alive?”

“You broke my fucking rib! God, I hate you fuckers.” He gasps a few more times. “Look, the bitch told me she found it online. Instructions, how to build a fucking machine, how to go about finding the right drugs, a list of poisons. Then you get a bunch of people together, and host a game.”

“Were you in on it?”

“Fuck no! That’s part of the fucking game, isn’t it? She drugged me, I woke up attached to that fucking machine, watching all those fucking cowards judge me or some other bullshit.”

“Why are you alive?”

His mark’s face tilts between a grin and a grimace of pain. “Well, she took me to a hospital, didn’t she? The idiot couldn’t even kill me properly. No wonder she was so bad at suc-”

Jesse punches him out cold. Standing, he rearranges his serape, picking up his mobile. He instructs it to call an old bounty hunter colleague as he walks out of the brightly lit hell of a room, collecting his camera from the flower vase. “Yeah, he’s all yours. You got the room number? Great. Now, this is a freebie, but you owe me a drink.”

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#ficlet #[[ re: the death machine game ]]#torture #[[ very light torture ]]#[[ also slurs ]]

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greatplanettahoe · 7 years

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Japan Log Day 1

I kind of want to create a log of my time in Japan. I think it’d be fun, and from what I’ve heard, I’d be able to remember my trip better! There may be a day delay for me, at least for day one because that was all flying and lemme tell you, after a 13 hour flight, a 3 hour flight felt like NOTHING, haha. I felt like I played on my DS for a half hour and it was over. So, I don’t know when entirely I’ll post these, or if anyone cares, but I don’t. Because it’ll be fun for me to look back on and remember ;)

Day one - The day of insane travel

Our journey began as most other journeys do, of sitting at home, counting away the hours and having panicked thoughts of what you still need to do and what’s been done. My way of coping was to blast music - sorry Tegan - and stare blankly at a wall. Not productive when packing was half done. Luckily, I got everything ready about an hour before my friend came to pick me up. About ten minutes before, I began to stress clean. I guess that’s exciting? Lilia’s parents graciously took us to Vancouver In'tl Airport (YVR)- Canada. The car ride felt short. Shorter than I thought it was to get to the border. Right before we hit, we got to see the tiny little peace arch. Cool! Going in, the border guard is looking over our passports, doing the routine questions.

Then, he leans in and goes “Alauna?” and I sheepishly correct him as he clearly wasn’t quite sure how to pronounce my name. He informs me that I need to sign my passport and I need to do that before I check in at the airport otherwise they may not let me fly. OOPS! Luckily Lil’s dad had a pen that I could use otherwise I’d have to hunt for somewhere to sell a pen at the airport at MIDNIGHT! Getting into the country, I receive a text from my mobile provider. CONGRATS! T-Mobile works in Canada text/data free, call 20c/min. Neat!

After a pretty good wait in line - China Eastern is apparently a very popular company - and chatting with the nice lady in front of us we reach the airline official. Neither of our passports scanned into the computer. Probably because Lilia’s is 9 years old, mine’s 1 month. He was very kind, making sure that we knew our layover was between two different airports in Shanghai (more on that later, ugh) and asked us if we had any illegal items to which we both said no. He smiled and said “I trust you two, you both look very trustworthy”. He then noticed that we were seated at least 10 rows away from each other. With our permission he changed our seats to be together. Once he got our tickets, he pointed out what information we needed to know. Lilia got seat C, he was going to be in seat B, I in A …. wait. There is no seat B! :P With a very heartfelt thank you, we asked where the gates were and said our farewell.

Getting up to security, was a very small line with a long wait. It looked like the officer’s battery had died on his scanner and had to get a new one. Oh well. After that, it took about 2 seconds to make sure our tickets were valid - phew! and go onto phase two with the bag screening. They instructed us to put laptops in a separate tray. Confusedly, I ask the man why. He mentioned because laptops could be bombs. Which, I never thought about and by the look on my face, he must have understood and had a small smile as we thanked him. Lilia got through security fine. The metal detector beeped for me. Contrats, I’m wearing a bra, because that was literally why the detector beeped for me. Past that, we walked through a small mall with a bunch of stores, and very glittery flooring. Our gate was easy to find, and had a subway near us. We just got chips and ginger ale as we both weren’t feeling fantastic.

There’s not much meant to be said for the flight. Although, as it took off, Lilia looked at me and said; “I regret every jet I crashed in GTA 5”

It was nearly 13 hours and insane. Neither of us slept much, which sucked. But, at least it was quiet as pretty much everyone else did sleep. Except for one guy in the row beside us whose entertainment screen wouldn’t turn off and he was trying to sleep so he had his jacket backwards to cover his face LOL. I did kind of feel bad for him since it was legitimately malfunctioning. Their movie selection was pretty bomb. Lilia and I synced up our screens so we watched Furious 7 together. The airline provided us dinner. I accidentally got shrimp noodles, which thank you that my medicine works, and Lilia got some sort of beef patty and rice. There was also some sort of custard that was similar to cheesecake, but not entirely. It was delicious. We both tried to sleep for a while. Gave up. We got breakfast which was two adorable hash-brown patties, an omelette, and a very undercooked, disease sausage link which neither of us touched. At that point, Lilia started up Day After Tomorrow, and I started Secret Life of Pets … which got interrupted a total of a billion times. I managed to finish SLoP right before they cut off entertainment for landing purposes.

The drive after landing and getting to our gate was probably half the time of our flight. We get another text from T-Mobile. Welcome to China! Your phone has free texting, call 20c/min, and 2g unlimited data! AWESOME!

Immigration was easy, whom also informed us that our connecting flight was in a separate airport, security was easy (they have thermal screening, so that was definitely interesting!), and getting our luggage was SUPER easy. Customs, we had nothing to declare so went through that line no prob, and exited the airport into a throng of people all shouting ‘taxi!’. One guy dogged us for a long time and we eventually rolled with him as the bus to take us to Honquaio was in another hour and we only had four before our other flight. Driving in Shanghai is terrifying. Our driver nearly creamed 2 people on mopeds, and almost hit countless other cars. I never want to drive in Shanghai. As nice as the city was, there was no telltale building style, and all the buildings were insane colors. I saw an apartment complex that was hot pink. OK. We arrive at the airport, to where the cabby swindled us out of a little more money than what we agreed on, but both of us were tired and didn’t care at that point. The line in this airport was about two times longer than YVR, but went quickly enough. Again, getting to our gate was super easy, and we had about an hour of downtime before boarding.

Second flight felt way too short, and they provided us with spaghetti and another of those delicious cluster squares! Hell yeah. I think I played my DS for the entire time, but it was hard to tell since the flight felt super short.

Getting into Japan, immigration was NUTS. The line was insanely long, although it went quickly. Got fingerprinted so if I crime in Japan, they’ll know it was me. Shucks. Too bad I wasn’t planning on anything anyways. We both had our first experience with a Japanese western toilet which I’m now convinced they all have bidets since our hotel toilet has one too. FYI, the seats are very warm when you sit on them, and the one in the airport played gentle music to mask the fact that I had the best racehorse pee in the universe. Sorry, TMI? We get ANOTHER text from T-mobile. HOORAY! Your phone works! Free text, 20c/min call, 2g unlimited data! WHAT?! I wasted $40 on SIM cards before we left, and now we don’t need them! Oh well, lol.

Hitting up the international ATM, my card was declined. WHAT!? I had called my bank, so they should know I’m here! I managed to get the attention of an airport lady who graciously tried helping, but it declined for her too. Lilia was able to get out some cash. What the heck?! We asked the airport lady where the Keikyu line was and if Pasmo was over there, and she instructed us what to do. We thanked her for her time and assistance. Meanwhile, there was another American having the same problem as I. I noticed his card had a chip. Lilia’s didn’t. Ding ding, it’s the chip. We got sodas and some Japanese candy and a fruit cup, got Pasmo’s and went to the station towards Kawasaki - after a little help as we didn’t see our stop.

The train wasn’t too terribly crowded. But, went approximately the speed of a fighter jet. My shoulder and back is still sore for hanging on for dear life while making sure my luggage didn’t go anywhere. There was a lady I kept bumping into and I kept apologizing whenever I did though she just smiled and told me it was OK. There was also a nice man there who watched us to make sure we were OK and whenever another train passed us, make a slight thunking noise, probably had a great internal laugh at my face whenever I had a slight panic about it.

Getting off the station and heading down some steps, there are apparently designated sides which you move. We went down halfway the wrong way, realized, and moved over with our luggage. Sorry! Walking here is definitely interesting. There’s people crossing the streets, not even really looking. I think we saw 1 personal car on our walk to the hotel.

Getting into Noanoa was easy. Manager was SUPER nice, got our luggage taken to the room, and let us stay in the spa room while we waited the last hour before the official check-in time. While there, Lilia opened up her fruit cup, which has jello instead of juice, and I had my candies which were DELICIOUS, and apparently limited time, so guess what I’m buying more of once I get cash? Because Japan is a very cash-heavy type of country.

Our hotel room is a little small, but nothing we can’t handle. I’m sure Lilia feels weird actually being on par or taller than most the people we’ve passed walking to the hotel. We spent half the day exploring the tiny room, seeing what was on TV and being very confused over a child’s show before turning it off. We figured out google translate, and have translated pretty much everything in our room. We still need to figure out the unit on the wall, but we at least know lighting, what the controls are on the bidet, and how to work the mechanical nightmare that is the shower. We put on a Youtube show that we both like, and I crashed just before 7PM after roughly 24 hours of travel and not sleeping. Lilia poked me awake and we officially went to bed around 7PM.

We have not eaten since at least noon on the flight, and it’s going on 14 hours. Yeesh.

Our plans today, as I’m finishing this up around 2PM, is to visit an actual bank so I can hopefully withdraw cash, find somewhere to eat, and hit up a couple parks and museums. There’s also the Keihin Fushimi Inari shine that we’ll probably explore. Today is slotted to be a low-key day as we’re both pretty tired even after sleeping for a solid 12+ hours.

Note: Edited for easier reading

#Japan Log #Day 1 #Japan Trip #This blog is a day behind just fyi

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yourstrulycallieelizabeth-blog · 7 years

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March 25th, 2017

Last night i got off the phone with my sisters and had to listen to them talk about the current events going on in their life right now. I live 3,000 miles away from my brothers and sisters and I have never felt so helpless. T(20), A(18), S(17), K(13), J(7), B(2) and D(1) are all my siblings from my fathers side but the only one who is related to me by blood is J.

My dad left Their mom 5 years ago and when my dad left, she changed and so did the kids lives. She went from someone who would do anything for her children to someone who would do anything to hurt her children. I could go on for ages about all the messed up things she has done but each one of those stories is a post of its own.

A couple nights ago she sunk down to a new level of low. Last February for T’s 19th birthday she gave him her car. The car had a dead battery, unpaid tags and unpaid tickets. T never did anything with the car, it just sat in he front yard for over a year. Anyways, he ended up selling the car back to her but apparently she was unaware of the unpaid parking ticket and she was furious the car was still in her name all that time. When she gets mad she takes away the right of the older kids to see 3 younger kids. I should have mentioned this earlier that she no longer has custody of T, A, S, and K but sadly she still has custody of the 3 youngest, J, B and D.

After S and K had heard that she was mad about the car they went to the house she was staying at to pick up the babies before she got to angry and changed her mind about letting them see them. While they were there she continued to say nasty things about their grandmother and her own mother, S had walked to the car but K being the person she is could not let this women who is no longer her mother sit there and say these awful things about their grandma who has been their guardian, their provider and the one person who has loved them through it all. K snapped back, her mother pushed her then threw her cup at her. K’s friend was with her at the time and helped K get back up and start walking to the car. While they were walking back she then proceeded to yell back at her very own 13 year old daughter “to go slit her wrist” and to “just go kill herself”. At this point K could not take it anymore all she wanted to do was hit her mom but her friend held her back and put her in the car.

Soon after S called my brother, A, and told him what had happened. One thing you should now about A is that he would do anything under the sun for anyone he cares about, he's more than just my brother, he's also my best friend. He called their mother and told her the car needed to be picked up today or else they were going to tow it. When he called she said things to him that no child should ever hear come out of their parents mouth. “I hate you all!” “The only one who i have ever cared about is T” “You are all sick minded individuals who I hate and never want to see again.” “Just wait, i’ll send my people over and you’ll get whats coming for you.” He will never admit it but i know it broke his heart into a million pieces.

A, a couple of his friends and some of our family sat in the front yard and waited until she got there to pick up the car because they didn't know who she would bring and/or what they planned on doing. At first, she did not get out. They sent the guy who she is currently staying with son who is 16 out of the car to talk to my family. Somehow another argument broke out and the devil herself got out of the car and called the cops. She walked over to A and while on the phone was shouting things like “A stop threatening me!” “Don’t touch me” She then looked at my brother, her 18 year old son straight in the eye and said “I’m going to put a fucking bullet in your head” My brother said nothing, just sat there with his arms crossed and his eyes forward.

Many other events took place that night, the cops came and asked my brother if he felt threatened he said no due to the fact if he said yes she would have said yes and they both would have gone to jail, and my sisters need him right now. Last night she called the cops on my 13 year old sister and told them that she was suicidal along with a couple other things to try and get her taken away from my grandmother. They did not end up taking my sister this time.

My point in writing this is so that whoever is reading this has a small insight on what kind of terrible, malicious, manipulative and ugly person she is and also so i never personally forget the terrible things she has said to some of the people i love most in this world.

Yours Truly, Callie Elizabeth

Xo.

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