"So, what now?"
He tried not to look at her. He was still vexed with her. She was doing what he didn't like. She had done it and had taken a new form. There were quite the numbers of things he wouldn't put up with. He didn't care whether or not he was being rude. It didn't really matter to him. He could use the odds. He could play around the odds. Didn't really matter to him. He couldn't even be sure what did matter to him anymore. He was trying to put up with the recent feelings which were gnawing at his instinct. He was trying as possible to ignore them. He knew that he wouldn't keep up with that forever. He knew that he would still have to knuckle under some odds. He didn't know what those odds were or would be. He didn't know how to prepare for them. He knew that time would test him and he would be read for the test. He knew that things would play out odd firstly then would take a new turn. By t
"What do we have here?' He wanted to be sure of what he was seeing. He didn't know how to around that. He had no idea how to go about it. He was trying his best to figure things out. He was trying to make up with his instinct and brush out the odds and the pain. He did know that he needed more than million feelings to use. He didn't know where to get them from. He knew that he would have to do that later. He knew that he would have to test the odds and know his stance. He wasn't so sure of what he did need. He wasn't so sure of what he was putting up with. He knew that time was treacherous and would test it. He didn't know how to feel. He was hoping that he would be able to have his instinct register the odds. He was hoping that his mental ken would identify with his rusty rage. He wasn't so sure how true that was. He didn't know how well and long he would be able to bank on that. He hoped that he
"Where are we?" Fate was becoming fetish because even none of them was able to figure out where they were. They probably were trying to register the odd. They couldn't bring themselves to doing it. One wasn't so sure of how he was trying. He didn't know what that was or what would be supplanted. He was trying to ignore things which were so real. He didn't know why he would have to do that. He didn't know why he was putting up with that. He didn't know why fate was that treacherous. He was making his rage known. He was weary of hiding it. He didn't want to hide it anymore. He didn't want to fix it the closet of his rage. He couldn't had done better. He was hoping that he would do better. He couldn't be so sure. He didn't know which thought he was supposed to embrace. He didn't know which rage he was supposed to leap at. He wasn't sure what to think or what not to. His thoughts had been shattered by whooshi
"There seem to be a mess." He could feel it strongly. He could make meaning of it. He could make the odds visible. He did love the odds. That was all that he could make meaning of at that moment. That was all that he could do. He did know what was amiss. He knew that things were not going to be what they were. Twas too early for him to be too dismissive. He didn't want the pain to be seeped. He was only hoping that all would take a new turn. He was hoping that he would make his rage known. He was hoping that he would own the odds and steer clear of whatever was present. Time was being promiscuous. It had always been that way. He didn't just want to be so cruel identifying the odds. He didn't want the odds to be given new forms. He did all he could. He was trying all he could. He didn't mind sweeping all his rage into a whole. He didn't know what effort he was supposed to put. He didn't k
"Who are you? Make it as plain as you would." They had drawn to the figures. He was quite sure that he had been sane in the first place. He had known that his rage had not been displaced. He knew what grasp he was up for. He was only thinking of putting up with his odds. Those were all he could do at that time. He knew that he would figure the rest out. He was just finding an excuse to use. He couldn't choose. He did wish that he could. He couldn't help it. He tried as much as possible to. Twas more than much for him. He didn't know what rage he was supposed to fleshen. Time would give up on him. Time would prune his rage. Time would feed him all he did want. He was ready for all he had been preparing for. His motives had been sharpened and his zeal was ready. He did tiptoe his ire. He would figure the whole deal out. He would make it into what he thought best. He would make it into the best
"What are we going to do with these things, mate?" He moved his box sideways as he did have his way with the words: "I haven't figured out yet. I'm sure that we both haven't had figured out." "Uhmmm, say we put them in a cage?" "To some extent a good idea. I can't really be sure though." He passed the other man a cigarette as that one fiddled with his chest pocket to get what he would kindle the cigarette with. He did know that that would hurt. He had been told over and oftentimes by the doctor. That had become more of an illusion to him. He didn't need it. He would figure things out himself and would of course be responsible for anything that did happen to him. He would do ex
"What do you think of Korasov, eh?" He put the newspaper away from his face. He hadn't done that because he wanted to see him only. He did want to catch some air. He had been digging into the information etched in the already folded lots of binded papers on his hand. He dropped it on the table as he did pick up the telephone and tapped some digits in and spoke over it: "A cuppa and two cups of cappuccino." "Why three cup?" The man who was seating before him did seem to have a contention with his decision. Why wouldn't he of course? He was the only one with him in the office. There was no one else. He should be worried. The elder man in fine and boxy suit wielded his face into a
"News got to me that your siblings are back on Michigan's street." He lifted the cuppa and tilted it as though he was going to pour it on the one who was sitting opposite him. He had his legs crossed as though he was some smothered cross. He looked over the man again and did the best of the smiles which always did sun his wiles. He knew that the fellow wasn't so keen to figuring such odd out. He would take advantage of it. Twas exactly what he did best. He would keep to it and would make his skills known. The other fellow didn't seem so interested. He seemed to be enjoying his... whatever he was doing to him. He didn't know if he was truly right about that. He didn't know if he did know what that did mean. He could be making guesses of course. He did know what guesses were capable of doing. He
"What did you think I meant in the first place." A new cuppa had been brought to him. He was all-smile. Lambz didn't know what to make of him anymore. He was tired of wanting to talk him outta it. He did know that the fellow would stick to whatever did seem pleasant to him. He was ready for it of course. He wouldn't push. There was no point in doing that. He had only had the time to make meaning of all which he couldn't address. He would figure out that soon. He wasn't so sure about it. He didn't want to nurse the thought. He would figure out sooner or later. He was acquainted with that fact. Twould always come around. He could say that over and over again. Of course he wouldn't regret saying that. All it didn't say it out if course. He had enclosed it in his rage. He was mastering the whole art. He wanted to be the dean of atrocity. He was more than glad that the whole thing was coming out c
"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