"You think sending them both would ease things."
She looked at him as the two cubs left. She knew that twasnt so appreciative to keep referring to them as cubs. They were quite old then and she knew that. She had been strong for them even when their father had been gone for like forever. She could use being there for them in such times as that which had caught up with them. She knew what she thinking was quite accurate. What wasn't accurate was how long she had been unconsciously nursing the thought before letting the words slide through her lips. She was of sundry opinions matter-of-factly, but she was having the best of her thoughts. She was trying to be sane for quite some whiles. She actually did not prefer one over the other and could manage the two even when they stick around. She did have her ways with them and could make them sit together in peace. She was a mother and that was the kinda th
"I've got a plan..." He swigged a mouthful of flesh and looked at her. She was indifferent. She always was. She never gave a damn about him. He had no idea why. He probably had an idea but would keep feigning that he didn't. He wouldn't want any odds with his sister. But how about a sister who wanted odds with him? He had no idea what to think. He didn't want to create chaos, but if chaos was bound to be, he wouldn't be the one to stop it. He was never that kinda guy. He did have his own strengths and weaknesses. He wouldn't allow any pain seeped in the consciousness of others have the best part of him. He had been keeping his calm and would keep to it for as long as possible. That was the best thing he could do. He couldn't had just forced an opinion on her. She did have her own choice. As well as he. Each person's choice should be inflected or inspired by what did prick the interest of such. He ha
"Is he drunk?" He was going to take everything he had heard but not that one. How would he? He didn't want to flare up. He was keeping his calm. He was old matter-of-factly. Old age wouldn't avail him some stances anymore. He was already a pawn of time. He looked at Reagan conscious of what she was saying and had said. He was making sure that he had gotten the message appropriately and accurately. He was making sure that he didn't miss out on any of the semantic denotations of the message. He had made sure on those and was right actually. He didn't know how to process what he had heard. But he was going to. He wasn't going to ignore. His felon fate had been tampered with he guessed. He wasn't taking churning chances. He wouldn't watch that have the best part of him. Twas actually already having the best part. He was just feigning. But he had no idea how long he would keep the feigns going. He knew th
"Keep abreast what will happen" He watched his father's limbs swayed to a rhythm he could not fathom its origin. But he was sure what pulled the birth of such. The need to conquer. The need to win. The need to eat. Hunger. Appetizer. Whatever it might seem. He didn't care. He just loved seeing his father sway to jungle jive. It did lend him goosebumps. He was sure that his father was far from being hungry. They had eaten. Like even to stupor. They were just out there to game and catch fun. The pull to that was bewitching. He loved the impact of the apt atmosphere on his consciousness. He had never felt that in a very long. He kept his gaze on him as he charged after a pack of deers. He had no idea what he was up to. The four limbs were heaving sassy sighs as they hopped and found chemistry between their rage and the eerie Earth's. Then as he dragged by the running deers, he simply tossed the right one of the front limbs. It pushed the deer forward, marring the sanity of the sked
"Bot, engage her." She looked towards them. She looked across them. She looked through them. Like a peer. She don't know what she was going to think. She better not hewn thoughts with inconsequential stances. Twas quite remote. The meaning of everything. How everything did play out. What her father was trying to say. She couldn't be so sure. She didn't want to be a pawn to all. She tried to be sane. Engage in what sense. What did he mean by engage her?Get her married? Never! That could never be true. She knew that quite well. Her father wouldn't watch the two of them get married. Never happened and would never. She browsed in rage. Rusty rage. That was the best she could do. She did hide her worries and fears behind her rage. What a typical tiger would do. She was conscious of whatever would be supplanted. Time was not ready to test the stance and she wasn't to play dummy to som
"What are the things you have in mind, Bot?" They had been walking for over some minutes. She couldn't figure out what minutes though, but she did know that it had been quite the minutes. She felt how they were trying to exclude her from all the things. Like the discussions and all. Of course she was not pleased and the last thing she would do was force herself on them. That would be belittling. That would mean that she had no standard for herself. She wouldn't suffer such stance. She wouldn't kowtow. Her eyes were widening. Like they were going to pop out. She was still struggling to snap outta the odds of the pain. The pain the struggle had lent her. The pain the duel had damp her pedigree with. She wasn't sure what that was or would be. She was just walking with them. She wasn't sure how long she'll keep walking with them. She wasn't sure how long she would keep keeping up with the odds and their
"Why would she do that?" "I really don't know." Machli was trying not to be vexed. He was trying to be sane. He was trying not read odd meanings to what had happened earlier. He actually didn't know what to think or how to make it into taunting thoughts. His jaw was shifting. He knew he might be left with no choice but to keep hanging in thoughts. He was getting confused and more. He had no idea what Reagan was up to. She had never been like that. She was quite the lady with a soft spot. She of course wasn't the all tough type of lady. She wasn't supposed to do anything close to what did happened. He was trying to figure out to no avail. Pain was pawning his rage. He wasn't ready to give in. He could use quite the numbers of feelings but pain. He kept browsing his thoughts for suiting answers to no avail. How would all his efforts be tantamount to naught. H
"Most times, life is simply unfair. We've just got to suck from it whatever it serves us. We most times don't have the choice to make. Choices have already been made. We're simply just to act the scenes which had been written out. Written out by some fingers or claws which had been trained by time." He advanced. He had been sitting. He obviously was tied. She was tired also and would seize that medium. She could make use of it also and stretch her limbs. But if she truly wanted to be true to herself, then she did know that the rest was not supposed to be a choice. She was liberated. He returned to where he stood from. She didn't know what to think of him. Quite the numbers of thoughts were rippling in her subconsciousness. She wouldn't seem so vulnerable. She wasn't sure if she had been. She had been walking and walking until she had accosted him. She could discern from distance that he was
"What are your motives." She looked at him. He was graceful. His eyes were comely. She knew that and had acknowledged that to herself over and over again. She was hoping that she hadn't sweep emotions into a whole for him. It's been just two days since they met but it did seem as though they had known themselves since forever. She had no idea from where the chemistry came. There was no use for complicating the odds being a tamed. She observed him again. He was way better than all other tigers she had ever seen. She wasn't sure if she had seen any other tiger except her family. She didn't want to think about them. They were not worth her thoughts. She wouldn't give her thoughts to the smothering thoughts of who they were or how odd they had been to her. She tried to concentrate on the question he had asked. She did hope she had answer to it. She wasn't sure but wanted to be. She was maki
"What the fuck are you trying to prove." The leader of the cops tried to find his word. Twas such a crazy act that he couldn't make meaning of. He had been trying to keep his calm but he couldn't possibly do that again. He had recently regained his balance and was trying to create an effect of course. He knew what he did want and how he was supposed to go for it. Even if he would get some things done, he ought not to despise the reality and the implications strapped to it. He could never keep ignoring. How possible would that be? He looked at the president. Twas obvious that the man had his heart in his mouth and was looking as though he would poo. His hear was making some rhythmic palpitations that he could hear and could urge his limps to pick sways to. That was how concerned and moved he was. The president w
"Who am I to speak to directly? Yourself or him?" The president asked pointing at the two of them at a time. He shouldn't be present with them at that moment but what was hao wasn't what he could just let slide. He needed to fix it. He would running for another tenure and earning the people's trust was his priority. Usually the game of the mind that everyone would be willing to play of course. He looked away from the fairy to the leader of the cops. They were only there in there. The president, the fairy and the cops. The president had asked to be left alone with the fellow for some few minutes before he would hop on some international meeting which he would be anchoring or something close to that. The Soviet Union had been testing his rage all the whiles but he had been keeping his
"Be careful with them all. Remember that they all have right and if you think you can mess with them, go ahead. Probably you would be turned into a cage for the parrot." The leader of the cops said as he stepped off the SUV. He was wearied but would never give it up like to his fellow. He didn't seem them as his subjects. He considered them as his co-workers. He believed that if they were not there, he wouldn't be able to do quite the numbers of things that would give him a reason to be that great or renowned. If that was what was said about the only cop who had won the international trust in ghost detective and attributive occurrences. It had been in the plan with the correspondent that they would be reporting to the agency immediately they were done with he shitty work. If after that, they were unable to apprehend the six couples, the case would had been called off.
"Why are you taking it lightly with these fellows?" The man seating next to the leader of the cops said. He was plumpy but with a small face. The eyes in the socket were too large for the face to bear and it made it seem as though the eyes were the lamp of his instinct. He had been bothered ever since they got on the SUV. He had wanted to talk but had been keeping his calm. Not actually because he had run outta words but because he needed something to stimulate the thoughts which had been severing his mercy. At back of the SUV were two other cops. One of cops had been in the car all along. Making three of them who had decided to follow the leader to the cinema. Twas quite an event that day but twas actually more than what it was. Two other vehicles followed from behind them. The one in the middle had two of the coupl
"Come over here, come over here!" A man who had been seating to the old woman who had been turned into a parrot waved towards the cops. The fairy wanted to stop him but didn't want to cause another havoc. He needed to be careful with whatever he would do, else he might live to regret it. He actually wouldn't want that to happen though. He looked hastily across the Cinema, sorting out with his gaze his mate. They meant so much to him though they hadn't been together since forever. He somewhat respect the spirit of friendship and would do anything for his friends. If not for that, he wouldn't be with the prince charming let alone get to meet the crazy family of Machli. That was not the good time for the thoughts. Machli and Madla were no longer at odds. They were looking towards him. That was what it was. They
"Some shitty movies these fellows do." The fairy looked at the other lady who was sitting by him. She was smiling at prolly everything which was watching. She seemed to be obviously enjoying it while he loathed it strongly. That was some conflict of interest and twas worst than whatever he could ever think worse. She didn't answer him. How would she? Even when she was a man, he wouldn't talk a lot. He would only observe and worry. That was all he was used to. That was what the prince charming loved doing. He should had been acquainted with it all of course. He waited a while if she was going to speak for real but she didn't. She looked beautiful too and he felt like kissing her. But he wouldn't. That was like ew! Why would he possibly think of that. He knew the implication of doing that. If he did kiss him, he would literally be kissin
"You want me to believe what you've been saying don't you?" He was seating before the Governor and had been trying to talk him into see what he was seeing but the man wouldn't know but only what he knew. He was kinda fed up of trying to make the governor understand but he couldn't possibly tell him to go to hell. He would possibly never live to see the next day. Plus a man of such pedigree should be treated with apt respect of course. He picked up the cup of cappuccino before him and had a swig. He was more than thirsty and wanted to finish up everything at a time, but that would seem as though he had never eaten ever in his life. He wouldn't fiddle with that. The secretary had been excused. He was hoping that sooner or later that he would have his way with her. He had been longing for her. He didn't know why. He knew
"What the fuck was he thinking?" He kept on walking. It seemed as though he was going to go insane. That was what seemed to be happening to him. He saw nothing odd about it. No! Twas odd of course. He shouldn't feel that way. No! He should. That was how confused he was. He didn't know why he felt that sad, bitter and violated. He was feeling like he owned the lady and should be the only one who should have an access to her. That should be some truth though but he wasn't sure if he was making real sense. His heart ache heavily and it seemed as though he was hurting himself more than he was helping. Was he even helping. Yup! He tried to help. By leaving there. If he hadn't left that place, he probably would had done what he wasn't supposed to do and that probably would had led to what would be suicidal or he might regret at the latter days. He didn't
"Hello! Could you confirm if there are any six people checked in and where they are at the moment." One of the technical guys said as he fixed the telephone into its place again. Lambz had no idea what he had meant by that. He remembered that he had told that some six folks came there. What was whoever he had called going to confirm then?. Like he didn't believe him. He had told him to play and replay the footage over and over again. There was nothing to show for. He was so glad that he made the lady stay. If he hadn't stayed the secretary, he probably wouldn't have been able defend himself before the crazy and annoying technical guys. "What do we do now?" She made confetti of the silence. He looked at her. Her lips were red and soft. He felt like tasting them. But he must be crazy to think that way in such mo