Saturday, April 17, 2010

THE PRINTS AND THE POPPER ~ ~ Epic*sode 7 ~ ~ "MEET VIRGINIA" ~ By Absolutely*Kate and Harry B. Sanderford of Harbinger*33






Epic'sode 6: "I See the Light" ... Epic'sode 5: "Lucky Shot"... 
Epic'sode 4: "Hi Jinks" ... Epic'sode 3: "Groping Against Grope"... 
Epic'sode 2: "The Clot Thickens"... 

~ ~ EPIC*SODE 7 ~ ~
"Meet Virginia"

~ By Absolutely*Kate 
Harry B. Sanderford

Jeanette’s scream was not one of fear but more a release of pent up rage only further exasperated by this ill-timed reappearance of her tormentor. A body could take only so much disappointment before snapping. There was no cry in her war-cry and no hesitation in her actions when she seized the wooden chair by the arm and hurled it at the figure silhouetted in the doorway. There was no weeping and there was to be no mercy when she charged and tackled her stunned and stumbling jailer. She scrambled on top of him grabbing an ear in each hand and began bashing his head on the cold concrete floor. Each time she pulled his head back up she hammered her knee home between his legs. She was a cornered beast fighting for her life, and once again she'd found her rhythm. 

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Sip. Think. Pour, more. ~ gleaming photo ala frecklescorp
The crowd was thick as thieves at The Lucky Shot Bar & Grille this evening, where an ace reporter from The Hazeltown Holler chose contrarily to drink the scene in alone. Meanwhile, InterNoir's crack-a-case-a-hundred-ways hotshot, Paul Caracas, didn't wish to heap any suspicions on the affable barkeep with the right wrist action for all the ways the bourbon tumblered, but his passport folio had evidently been lifted higher than his hopes in scoring some extra scratch from this small town's crime screams. The night was a toddler though, and he'd let it play. Smiling smug that it's such a cliche about how a creep creeps back to the crime scene that he or she actually does, Caracas adjusted his wait more comfortably on his bar stool. Odds on he'd be lucky at The Lucky, score back his goods as well as more perspicacity to the veracity of how the Hazeltown yarns were knitting about. Some had straggled in from up AT THE BIJOU already, hitting Venutolo up for shots and daiquiries among shouts and inquiries. Everyone wanted to know who was in-the-know, why blood was shed, how a temp-projectionist reached the final frame, dead. This barkeep ran a tight pub with a light grin, took in small talk and large conjectures, pocketed tips any way they came, and doled out the gin.

While the weekly poker game staked the usual jokers and aces and the newcomers at the billiards table felt green action, Anthony nodded his nightly command to his energetic staff to "Keep the customers happy, will ya?"

"We always do boss."

"That's why you pay us so magnificently, Mr V."

"Yeah, yeah. Get goin' you two - I see rye runnin' dry at that corner table for two." 

Rumbling his good-natured chuckle at local smart-ass college kids Buzzy and Jen, Anthony turned to the chipper chap he'd surmised to be a Brit with an Eastern Euro background or the other way around, not quite clarified yet but he'd nail it before he had to muddle a Mint Julep if the Sport o'Kings wasn't jockeying to be his sideline business. "So what in heaven's name particularly brought you to Hazletown?"

Paul Caracas sipped the way he thought, thoughtfully. "My health. I came to Hazletown for the waters."

Adding a splash to his own twist, Ant played along. "The waters. What waters? We're in the desert."

"I was misinformed."

The chuckle rumbled a deeper decible. This guy was playing with a full deck in Venutolo's seen-it-all vignettes of how life's repartee was dealt. Hell, he could do Casablanca without twitching an eye. Wonder what else he wouldn't give up.

"Ant, Hazletown's no desert. True grit perhaps, but you were telling tales on our terrain. Introduce me to your friend here?"

"Sergeant Stine, meet Mr Caracas of InterNoir. You know what evil lies in the guise of InterNoir?"

"The shadows know Ant, the shadows know." Daniel Stine moved down one stool and held out his hand. "Nice to finally meet you face to face Paul."

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Every politician knows how the moods of the public can capriciously change. None more so than the public pulse throb scorekeeper, Boss Gabardine. Now a grudge-match is a grudge-match, but a political grudge entrenches lower than where the mud doth rake. Gabardine still seethed from how the carefully crafted Cheezum maneuvers in '04 had cost delegates, elections, reputations and unfinessed fates. Lifting the lids on sealed tight cover-ups for the sake of expose' ink was no Tupperware burp to keep down. Not since Redford and Hoffman had Woodward and Bernsteined was a politico darling so daringly in the know. So in the know that she'd brought down curtains for some and up-the-river BigHouse sentences to paraphrase others' dangling propostions. She had to have inside info, she just had to. 

When the media heat was on, time had to be bided, that was a given. However the hit after the heat was given too, not with a holler but a handshake. Closed doors. You know how it goes. It was a double-barrel shot the syndicate was targetting  -- to throw a scare in how she was poking around again and to scrape the surface of secrecy sources. Damn it, Jeanette had inside info, no Yankee Doodle doubts about it. Now if only that stunad would answer his I-phone, Boss G would know the latest lay of the land. He had a chain of command to steel up to as well. Loose links sink senator's ships.

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It was the ringing brought Jeanette out of her trance, probably saving a man’s life. Still straddling the sap she could now see was sapped, she released him allowing him to slump back unconscious and fished the source of the ringing  from his shirt pocket.  Another damn I-phone. The German cockroach of electronics, she thought. They’re everywhere. She was fingering the talk button when she noticed her formerly subdued sap had not only roused but had the actual audacity to be eyeballing her inner thighs where her skirt had hiked over. Looking down where he had drawn a bead she thought, now how could I forget about you?  

She switched the relentless  ringer to her left hand and reached down with her right.“Enjoying the view? You  lookin’ at Virginia? Well here, how about a nice close look?” she ordered, retrieving  the silver derringer from her garter and poking the muzzle into Sappy’s mug. “Meet Virginia. You got about one second to start talkin’ Buster. Who’s on the other end of this phone?”

* C * L * I * F * F * H * A * N * G * E * R * !


Please return to next Saturday's Matinee
for the next gut-gripping epic'sode!

" The Prints and The Popper "


Carrie Clevenger said...

Sassy as a smack to the cheek dear lady!

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Hey ... Harry handled the smackin' around parts. (But we both sure thank*you Ms Mexican Martini maven!) ~ Absolutely*Kate

Crybbe666 said...

That Jeanette - I am now officially scared of her.
Still thinking that I need to drop in to the Lucky for a drink - seems like a nice place to hang out.
Great piece, you pair, always entertaining and always great fun!!

Unknown said...

Loving how the Harbinger Crew is in much of these... look forward to way more.

Pamila Payne said...

The action is double pace and the wisecracks snap at Groucho speed. Fine job you two, keep it coming.

Matthew S. Magda said...

I wonder if Boss Gabardine ever dresses in Tweed. Hmmm? So who's afraid of Virginia? Didn't expect that to take on a whole new meaning. Jeanette really turned into quite the Woolf, quick, bright and deadly. That's savviest answer a character could give: "I was misinformed."
Keep up the intrigue and fun. Another great epicsode by the dynamic duo.

Anonymous said...

You guys are the greatest. I'll bet Jeanette was happy to get her hands free and her circulation moving so she could shed a little moxy on Mr. Sappy. Just goes to show don't get her too riled up. Especially, when she's packing. Great job, you two.

Harry said...

Lookout, Jeanette is on the loose! Thanks for reading everyone!

Wendy said...

Another intriguing matinee, DD! Looking forward to next week's epicsode with a stockpile of popcorn and Milk Duds at the ready.

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Echoing Harry's *THANKS FOR READING EVERYONE* with a sly eye ... for I can see into next week's epic*sode and I'm chucklin' already ... (except Harry is makin' me do a 'chart' first ... geeeez ... I know where all these characters are goin' PLUS the new ones - cue laugh'track) ...

So glad for Jeanette's gumption and her gartered Virgnia ... lovin' that Prof is dissecting all the good turns and entendrees and Pamila noting our Grocho'timing when we crack wise. Always glad that Sugar keeps the MilkDuds at the ready and that Paul and Ant not only feature within but watch forward action from their very own theatre boxes now. And a *sassy* from Ms Carrie? Damn! That's slice o'heaven stuff!

See you next week folks ...
Absolutely*Kate lookin' for magic'markers for that dang chart ...