The X Connection (Tag; Open)

[Derrick Warcaster]

Derrick rolled over as music blared out his speakers in his shitty apartment in the shittiest section of District X. The windows were covered in tin foil and some makeshift curtains to keep the room black. He had a variance of laps throughout the apartment. He didn’t grow his own herbs as he had a contact that got him stuff. He wasn’t running low per se but before the weekend was over he’d need to make a call.

Suddenly a banging at the door could be heard. ”WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!” he shouted waiting for a reply but none came. He threw the blanket that was only half covering his naked body. He sat up to the side of the bed as the jarring sound of fist beating against his door continued. ”Fuckin’ alright, man. Jesus. QUIT BEATING ON MY FUCKIN’ DOOR YOU FUCKIN’ COCK!!!” he yelled out as he grabbed a pair of black pajama pants.

Fuck the shirt he thought as he stood up walking out of his bedroom which was missing a door but had a sheet pinned up as a replacement. The furniture didn’t look too bad but it’s also not like he spent that much on it. He didn’t care for style with his apartment so much as it was functional. His tv was probably the nicest thing he owned aside from his PS3 and extensive dvd collection.

He looked through the peephole in the door to see the landlord standing in front of it looking pissed off as usual. Derrick opened the door leaning his left shoulder against the frame of the door. He began investigating his door and looking back at the landlord. ”I’m sorry I thought there was a sign on the door that said beat me to fuckin’ death.”

Before he could say anything else his face was promptly greeted by a fist. He fell back into his living room as the landlord barged in slamming the door behind him. ”Listen here you prick! First thing you’re a month late on the rent. I know you got money so fuckin’ fork it over NOW!!! You’re not exactly on the down low with what you do. If I get any more complaints regarding the skanks, music, and other shit fuckin’ noise that comes out this place i’ll be calling the fuckin’ Force on your fuckin’ drug peddlin’ ass. Now gimme my money and none of the fuckin’ Canadian bullshit you call money.”

Derrick sat there his nose bleeding. ”Look, man. I got your fuckin’ money. But next time can you text me instead? I feel like we have this chemistry between us and frankly I just don’t think with you as my landlord should be putting me into compromising situations.” He picked himself up to his feet walking into the kitchen and pulling some money out of his “safe”. He threw the money down on his table before pulling out a carton of milk and mixing himself a White Russian. ”Look I just don’t wanna get any more noise complaints and I don’t like the idea of stoned mutants destroying my property. By the way, you think I can get some stuff.

Derrick stares at him blankly as blood drips off the tip of his nose. ”Sure just let me check my pocket.” he reaches into his pocket and pulls his hand back out revealing a middle finger. ”If i’m gonna be supplying you and you expecting not to pay we need to set some ground rules. One no punching me. Two at least give me a discount on the rent for fucksakes.” The landlord laughs as Derrick walks away with his drink in his hand. ”By the way Canadian money is only two cents worse than your Dollar. So get your shit straight.”

He grabs a bag of weed he had especially prepared knowing that the landlord would be coming at some point to fuck with him. He watched as the man walked out closing the door behind him. He sat down on his couch turning on the tv to Ed, Edd, and Eddy. He leaned forward opening a pizza box and pulling out a slice that had been left over from the night before. ”Fuck yea’ this is the life.” he said biting into the tip of the pizza as blood trickled down onto the slice.

[Wicked]

Dolly woke up that day in one of her moods, deciding quickly that, well fuck this shit. In the ass. With a razor dildo. She didn't want to be anywhere near the school today. Rightfully so, it was a fucking balls place to be. She thought anyway. There wasn't really anybody that she associated with aside from her roommate and that, well that was kinda cool actually. And that Julian fellow, but that was awkward as fuck.

That guy was a total shit head.

She got dressed in a black cropped tank and a black pleated skirt with several heavy chains hanging off of it, draped across the front, back and sides, and a pair of combat boots. There wasn't much else to the outfit, if anything at all. She sauntered out of the school, much like she owned the place and made her way down to her friend and dealer's home, in District X.

It was a weird place, but she was oddly comfortable there. She probably shouldn't have been, slummy as it was but it was like she was in her element, shit she was used to. Sketchy places were really where she was reared.

Which was total bullshit but what the fuck ever. The past was the past.

As Dolly approached Derrick's place she heard a fuckload of noise, totally threw her for a loop. But she wasn't about to turn around. She peeked around the corner in the hallway and watched as the landlord punched him full in the face, and then proceeded to bitch about rent and pot.

What in the actual fuck?

It didn't last too much longer, the landlord walked away smiling like a total fool and she made like she was just rounding the corner on her way up, of course earning herself a glare from the shidiot.

What a dick.

She approached Derrick's door and began to pound on it with both fists, yelling his name with a wicked smile on her face.

"DEEERRRRRIIIIIIICCCCKKKKKKK!

[/b]" she shouted, when finally he did open the door and she just stood there smiling at him. "Speaking of skanks...[/b]" She sauntered on past him and plopped down on his couch, her skirt fluttering up and flopping back down on her lap, crossing her ankles comfortably. "Don't worry, that was my outburst for the day. You holdin' bro?[/b]"

She was oddly familiar with him a good 90% of the time. She liked him, he was pretty badass. Dolly took note of but did not say anything about the blood trickling down from his nose, winking at him as she patted the seat next to her for him to sit down.

"I won't bite... today. Looks like you've had enough, big boy.[/b]"[/justify][/blockquote]

[Derrick Warcaster]

Derrick annoyingly turned his head back toward the door. Then she let out a roar of his name. He knew the voice well she was a regular. He was never big into dealing pills or other s*** as the client base was always far too unpredictable same as the distributors above his position. He was a weed guy. He loved smoking it, selling it, and loved the company it kept.

He stood up grabbing his Doctor Who bathrobe. He was an odd fellow and everyone knew it. It was far too difficult to keep track of the random s*** he liked. He did says Doctor Who was a blast to watch stoned though. He slumped over to the door White Russian in hand opening it up to her half naked body. She was usually half naked and that worked just fine for him. She made a bunch of commotion but he didn’t give a f*** really.

”I wouldn’t be the best f***in’ dealer in the X if I wasn’t holdin’.” He said grabbing a joint and sticking it in his mouth. He never smoked his own stash. He always bought a personal stash just for himself. ”The question is are you paying cash or other. Because I ain’t gonna lie ya that ass would look spectacular sprawled across my bed.”

He very rarely had to deal with uptight customers. Usually the kind of people who came around were kind of like Dolly or like him. They were often well exposed to lewd and crude behaviour. So it worked out for everyone. ”This thing. It’s nothin’. I can take a much harder BEATING.” he said with a grin plopping down next to her resting his free hand on her thigh.

”So, what, you came down from that big fancy school just for some pot? I think you just couldn’t resist all of this.” He said gesturing to his sickly disease looking physique. ”Or did they kick you out yet for flashing your vag to the bird man.” He said snickering at the supposed mutant celebrity.

[Wicked]

Dolly giggled at his response to her question. Of course, she knew he was holding, she just asked so he'd know what she wanted. But was that all she wanted? She was bored, sure, and always looking to stir up some s***, but really she'd wanted some company.

Derrick's company was always welcome.

"This thing. It's nothin'. I can take a much harder BEATING."

He sat next to her and set his hand on her thigh. Flirting with her was just one of those things. She giggled again and draped her leg over one of his. "Cash, babe,

[/b]" she said nonchalantly. "But I'm willing to bet that would look spectacular.[/b]"

Dolly smiled amusedly as he went on, of course turning her body just slightly to accommodate for comfort after draping her leg over his. She screwed her face up after hearing mention of the school and that f***ing bird man they had keeping the grounds. A slight glare, her lips puckered to one side for a moment before her face relaxed and she began to respond.

She'd made no secret of the distaste she had for the school and its staff.

"f*** that feathered f*** and the school he works for.[/b]" Right down to business. "All f***in' worldly 'n s***, like any of it f***ing matters. You know I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm like possessed or something. Ain't spoken a word to me... creepy motherf***er.[/b]" She sighed quietly and brushed her bright blue and blonde hair away from her face, flashing a smile and probably a bit more as she brought her leg up to cross over the one already draped over his. "And no, not just for some pot. You better watch, buddy, before you get this young piece of meat all over you and your skinny ass.[/b]"

Dolly leaned her head against the back of the couch and smiled in a somewhat twisted way. Lord only knew what she was thinking. Though Derrick probably had some idea, but she was kind of unpredictable like that.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Derrick Warcaster]

He smiled as she draped her leg over his. She was a bit younger than him but that didn’t matter where he was from it was good. She said cash but he knew damn well she enjoyed his perversion. He chuckled at her suggesting she wouldn’t get naked for him despite flirting it up with him. ”Good because a reputable businessman such as myself would NEVER dream of parting with his product for anything less than money.”

He was a pig to say the least if a woman gave up the cooch for weed he’d never take that deal a second time. Plenty of women got pissed off thinking they be able to rip him off every time with sex for weed. He wasn’t a fool. That is a one time deal that he does for the bitches that won’t give it up normally.

Either way he got what he wanted, they got what they wanted, but after that you better fork over the cash. Then she started in cussing out the bird man from her school. ”Why do you go back if you hate it there? Not like you couldn’t make yourself a fine piece of luxury art in some guy...or girl’s...apartment. I’m still down for making you my new blanket. I always did think the Canadian Leaf should have been blue personally.”

He did love the colour blue and he did love a bitch with blue hair. She was a tight bodied little freak with all the right attitude. He didn’t mind her hanging out near as much as some people. At the very least he’d get a clear shot at her panties or lack thereof. She wasn’t dumb but he had every confidence at some point he was gonna bag her like a mighty Lion from the Serengeti. She’d be a prize piece of tail.

”Oh no. That meat all over me. The horror. I got standards ya know. Now make your fuckin’ couch riding sexy ass useful. Make me another White Russian while I roll a couple joints.” He began rolling some joints. They were for him until she forked over some cash. ”I’m fuckin’ hungry. If between your legs isn’t on the menu order some Chinese food too. I want some fuckin’ General Tsao’s and Crab Rangoons.”

[Wicked]

Dolly pulled a wad of cash out of some hidden pocket in her skirt and handed it over, squirming to make it accessible. She wasn't one to whore herself out for any reason. Have some fun? Sure, but to exchange sex for goods just bothered her on a deep level. Perhaps it was the incredibly shallow people she grew up around for the first half of her life, maybe it was the girls later on that struggled with self esteem and money. The reason was unimportant, what really mattered was Wicked had a fucked set of morals, but she was above using her body to get free shit.

Why did she go back there? Well, the answer to that was simple.

"If I don't go back there, I get sent to another fucking foster home full of idiots who will just kick me out in a week anyway,

[/b]" she said in a grumpy tone. "You know, I'd love to be your blanket, but it'll have to wait another couple of months, bruddah, til they can't legally come and fucking take me anymore.[/b]" Truth. She'd be forcibly removed if they managed to find her and that was attention no drug dealer needed. Having a 17 year old foster child removed because she didn't show up at her boarding school for a month.

She was always candid with him. Well she was candid with everybody but she knew he didn't give a fuck what was going on, she'd get no real repercussions from him. It was good, she needed someone who wouldn't give her shit for the thoughts that just came flying from her mouth with no real regard for the audience she held.

She giggled at his crack about standards as she stood to refill his drink. The reaction he'd get from his last remark, however, was a little bit different than usual. She came waltzing back into the room, his drink and phone in hand. "And what if it is?[/b]" she asked, quite honestly before plopping her ass back down on his couch, handing him his drink and resuming the position she'd held before she got up once more. She tossed the phone beside him and offered a quizzical look. "Your call.[/b]" Winking, she took the joint he'd just rolled and lit it.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Derrick Warcaster]

He finished rolling up some joints. The amount of money she gave him was for more than a couple of joints and he didn’t roll for people. He lit up one taking in a deep drag. He handed it over to her as he slowly let the smoke escape from behind his clenched teeth. He walked into the bedroom tossing around a bunch of random shit laying about before he stopped and stood there look a moron. ”Why am I looking for a phone book when I have fuckin’ google?”

Then it dawned on him why he came into the room in the first place. He went to where he kept his business stock and made her a couple bags. They weren’t huge bags but enough to last her through the school week with how she smoked. He waltzed back in tossing the bags in her lap. He sat down taking the phone out her hand and his joint.

”Hey. Yu? Yea’ it’s Gomorrah. Yea’. Tsao’s and the Rangoons. Good shit.” It was the only place in the X that delivered. They weren’t the best but he wasn’t about to leave his place on a Saturday. He had old school cartoons on the tube, a handful of joints, and hot piece of ass on his couch. What more could a man ask for?

”Now that that’s done.” He tossed her leg over out the way. He wasn’t hesitant she gave him the opening and he was going to take it...literally. She wasn’t his girlfriend and he had no aspirations to be tied to a single chic. He did enjoy her company as she was about as laid back as he was as far as he had experienced.

Even if she did move in he’d make it more than clear at best this would be a friends with benefits thing and at worst she at least wouldn’t be bringing any dick around his place for her to fuck that wasn’t his. He’d had chics stay before and if they wanted some action that wasn’t him they’d have to go somewhere else to find it. He was no push over for no cooch.

He licked down her thighs and couldn’t think of better way to spend his morning waiting on his food to arrive. ”Hail to the king, baby.”

[Wicked]

"Pff, ya fuckin' geezer.

[/b]" Dolly joked as he all but facepalmed about forgetting he had access to google, but then seemed to remember another reason he'd gotten up in the first place.

She tugged on the joint as he wandered about, grabbing her weed and looking around for shit. He sat back down on the couch and took the joint and phone from her, dialing to order from the chinese food place.

Dolly grabbed her purse and shoved the bags of weed down into a hidden pocket she'd sewn in herself. It was a pain in the ass to get into but it served its purpose well.

Wicked herself had no aspirations to be tied to any one person, and indeed, if in a few months she did see fit to move in here, she would have absolutely no qualms about how he ran his place. It was all cool by her. As far as she was concerned, it was easy access to everything she wanted.

She hadn't quite expected him to jump in as quickly as he did, the lick earned him a squeak before she giggled at his line. It was not completely lost on her. There was a certain sense of humour they seemed to share which worked out well, and there was enough of a friendship base here for this to not change the dynamic by much at all.

She squirmed where she sat slightly, almost literally inviting him, egging him on.

Ed, Edd & Eddy and cunnilingus, not much could have improved this situation.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Derrick Warcaster]

It had been about twenty five minutes since he had started having his way with the young nympho. She was a freak and he loved that about her. She wasn’t like some women who couldn’t handle sex and a friendship. Even though most times they ended up having sex he could just enjoy her company smoking, watching movies, or other general mischief. They were both far too perverted to have any contact that didn’t result in sex.

This time it was being cut short as a knock at the door broke the moment as he was knee deep in a tight young sinner. He tossed her down onto the couch from the point of attack. He pulled his pants up from his ankles to over his waist. He figured she’d cover herself, maybe. If not it at least saved him the price of a tip.

He grabbed some of the cash off the table where she had thrown it and opened the door. The delivery guy made the mistake of looking down as his pajama pants was unable to hide his boner. ”Aww come the fuck on man. That’ll be sixteen seventy five.” Gomorrah handed over a twenty and started shaking it around. ”You don’t like it stop watching it.”

The delivery guy didn’t even wait to see if he needed to give back the change as he walked off with the twenty. Gomorrah usually gave them a tip as they delivered and he’d like them to keep it that way. ”Next time i’ll charge you for the show!” He said before he closed the door behind him.

”So are you spending the night or headed back to campus.” he was curious if he could pawn so more shit off on her. She was good for being a little gopher. She had a mouth on her and he enjoyed making it dirtier each time he saw her. ”While you’re right there change the Netflix to Rocko’s Modern Life. He grabbed a soda out the fridge before sitting down. He began mixing his General Tsao’s chicken into the fried rice.

[Wicked]

Things progressed quickly and before she knew it, the food had arrived and Dolly was being shoved back down on the couch. Reluctantly. She'd been having fun. Wicked laughed heartily as she heard the exchange at the door.

She sprawled across the couch, pulling her shirt back down over her breasts and crossing her legs, far too lazy and wobbly to bother putting her skirt back on. She would eventually, just not yet. Stretching her back over the arm of the couch, she grabbed a cigarette from her purse and lit it, smiling as Derrick walked back into the room, still on display.

"I'm not sure yet. I should probly head back tonight, yeah,

[/b]" she said in an almost remorseful tone. It wasn't so much that she wanted to spend time with him as it was the marathons that came when she did spend the night. Well, more recently anyway. This was a relatively recent development. She grabbed the controller and changed up the show to what he'd requested, her cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she spoke, her eyes squinted against the smoke. "I have loyal customers and a faculty I don't feel like pissing off quite yet. Why? Feeling up to a sexual decathlon? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to at least finish what we started.[/b]"

Dolly took a long haul off of her cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of smoke before setting it back to her lips and pulling a little rolling kit out of her purse. Eyes squinted against the smoke once more, she began to bust up some more weed to roll, every so often glancing back to the T.V.

"Dude, you watch some of the trippiest fucking shit.[/b]" She ditched her butt in an ash tray and went on to light the joint she'd just rolled. "I wish I had access to this shit back at school.[/b]"

Dolores tucked her kit back away into her purse as she handed off the joint to Derrick, finally standing up to put her skirt back on. She sat back down on the couch, legs crossed, feet on the floor and actually watching the T.V. for once. She was usually a little busy being distracted by Derrick and his flirtations, but the weird shit he watched never escaped her notice. She'd had no real exposure to it outside of him and she did like it. [/justify][/blockquote]

[Derrick Warcaster]

”Fans, eh. People love a half naked bitch.” He plopped down onto the couch as she had stood up to put her skirt on. He took the cigarette from her and put in his mouth taking a drag off it. ”You know smoking this shit isn’t healthy for you. No one want’s a sick bitch.” He wasn’t wrong while he fucked plenty of easy chics he drew the line if they looked like a corpse or Jabba the Hutt. He had a reputation to maintain.

He continued mixing his hot food as the steam trailed away from it. ”I like good shit. You think you’d still be in my house right now otherwise.” He knew she wasn’t insulting his cartoons but she had that stereotypical thing about her. She was too cool for school. He wasn’t sure if she didn’t know good tv because it was beyond her age or because she was one of those kids who pretended they came out their mom’s cooch hard as fuck.

”I’ll be happy to shove my dick back inside whatever you want before you leave.” He rested the styrofoam box on his lap as he moved his laptop onto the arm of the couch. He opened it up revealing his Naruto wallpaper before opening Google Chrome. ”What do you need it there for? You’re like almost never there doofus.”

He logged onto a website checking out upcoming concerts. He bought tickets from a handful of rock, metal, and rap concerts. He never really went for the music, well sometimes, as he was a strict businessman. He always made killing selling at concerts. He had a tendency to keep an eye out for Trapt, Breaking Benjamin, MSI, or Slash for some of his personal favorites.

Then it dawned on him that he had no idea what her powers were. Matter of fact he didn’t know what any of customers powers were. ”You don’t like randomly explode or nothin’ right? Because I don’t you blowin’ my shit up. Do that shit outside.”

[Wicked]

"Hey f*** you, I can't be half naked while I'm there,

[/b]" Dolly giggled. It was true, they did have a dress code that she often completely disregarded. He took her cigarette and hauled on it, proclaiming that it wasn't good for you. "Yeah yeah, I ain't sick yet, why should you worry?[/b]"

She took her smoke back from him and finished it, lighting the joint she'd rolled as she sat down beside him again, attention focused on the T.V. She noted the pseudo compliment, but didn't really read too much into it. However it was nice to feel like she was somewhere she was wanted, even if for brief stints of time. It wasn't something she was used to in the least.

Laughing and flicking his ear at his lewd comment, Dolly leaned over and bit him on the shoulder. "Well there will definitely be a round two before I leave here, then.[/b]" She paused as he asked her why she would need access to this s*** while at school. "I'm there a lot more than you think I am, dude. Fact of the matter is I still have to f***ing graduate, and I'm pretty sure that most of the time when I leave they think I went to work. I guess it's a good thing.[/b]"

There was a long moment of silence in which she was just absorbing the cartoon he'd had her put on, and she just couldn't help but to think of what it would be like when she left that f***ing place. Too many of the people there were wishy washy types, all peace love and happiness; oh the human and mutant races will get along just fine, I'm sure. Bulls***. Coping with your powers? It was easier for some than others and hers was eternally haunting. Literally.

She was broken from her thought by Derrick asking about her powers, kind of. She laughed at him. It was a legitimate concern. "Damn, never thought to ask before?[/b]" she asked in a joking tone. She took a long haul off of the joint before handing it to him. "Ghosts, broseph. Ghosts.[/b]"

There wasn't much else to be said about it, she'd show him but she wouldn't be able to make the f***ers go away and that could prove to be problematic. She was still trying to figure out if the pain she'd felt after her excursion with Julian was connected to them or not. That was possibly the most frightening experience of her life. And unfortunately one that would continue to complicate her life at the school.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Derrick Warcaster]

He finished his food while she gabbed away at him. Never bothering to ask her if she wanted any. He didn’t finish it all and packed the rest away in his nasty fridge. He walked back into the living room with another White Russian in hand. She said that her powers involved ghost. ”What like real ghost? Like are they really people who lived and died or just manifestations of your own imagination?

He wasn’t so much interested in her or her power but it was interesting. He wasn’t familiar with that kind of power and just how annoying it could be. The last thing he needed was a bunch of loud mouth ghost fucking with his calm. Especially when he was stoned. Maybe he made a mistake offering her a place to stay but it’d be good for appearances to have such a smoking hot chic living with him.

He wasn’t too worried about it. She seemed kind of like a poseur about hating the place anyways. She complained but then in the same breathe was talking about graduating. She could have been one of those who wanted the milk and the cookies. To look unique but also be treated better than they appeared or acted. He didn’t graduate having not returned to the school after his incident with his Father. He was technically uneducated despite knowing he was incredibly intelligent for his own good.

He took another drink of his glass enjoying the cartoon as it was the episode where Rocko was low on money and out of food in his house. ”That’s cool. He said in response to her answer about the ghost. He was getting less interested by the minute. He wasn’t big on small talk and this was starting to feel far too informative of a conversation despite him instigating the questioning.

He wanted to go back to fucking her but he also needed to take a shower. ”Well I gotta shower up. If you want me to finish you off get that sexy ass in the shower or get fuck out.” He stood up making his way into the bedroom. She was good peoples but he wasn’t about to trust her alone in his place just yet. He wasn’t that trusting of a person to begin with. He threw his robe on the bed as he went into the bathroom turning on the shower head to lukewarm.

[Wicked]

Dolly just continued on smoking, like she normally did when he asked her a little more about her powers. Her immediate thought was 'how the fuck am I supposed to know' but it didn't come out that way. Not really. Maybe a little bit.

"I don't fuckin' know, dude,

[/b]" she said simply, blowing smoke out both her mouth and nose at the same time. "Sometimes, they just fuckin' show up and look like my parents and others it's like people I've never fuckin' seen before. Craziest shit ever, bro. I guess it has to be real people though, right?[/b]"

"That's cool."

He was weird like that. Familiar but hardly personable, great in the sack but hardly any interest outside of that. She didn't mind it, it wasn't as though she was really after anything more than the sex or drugs herself. Occasionally she didn't mind having someone to smoke with. It was good times. His wacky cartoons always did stick in her memory.

"Well I gotta shower up. If you want me to finish you off get that sexy ass in the shower or get the fuck out."

Well that was her cue. Dolly got up and dropped her skirt yet again, peeling off her shirt as she followed Derrick into his room and ultimately into his shower. It wasn't even so much that she wanted to have him 'finish her off' as it was that she didn't like to leave anything unfinished.

Any situation that began, she needed to end. And Derrick had been interrupted by food.[/justify][/blockquote]