He's been reading through the pages, rewriting the script and fixing new thoughts. It's an hour since her last call.
"I'll cook you the best recipe my grandma confided to me. I'm seated next to a stinky tout so boil and disinfect my bathing water. I'm coming darling."
This is their first meeting. The real one for that matter. Online, virtually as the lecturer insists to term it, they've met a million times. She threw the bait,he swallowed it tactically,for a writer's naughtiness and nuttiness of course!
He hasn't given much thought to her quest. His brain is running, tickling and reorganizing to complete the script. He is yet to declare the coveted, cursed and ridiculed writer's block. However, his creative rivers have never got so low. She's a godsend, a stitch in time.
The fellow fools have heard the story, launched laughter and critique bombs, but have also not slept in making a strategy. The good thing with the baggy mouthed crooks, they won't cry, they help solve the crisis. How they do it is not humanly acceptable; only a fellow fool can enjoy it.
"Nishafika maegeshoni. U wapi?" She enquires in a deeply accented Swahili. The location, dressing are peculiarly enquired. The three boys strategically posted by the dispatcher are alerted of the development. The gigantic crook is assigned the best duty, testing the waters. 'Confuse her, make her feel you're caring enough to help her find her friend.' The boss(dispatcher) was stern on this and the big fool smiled, he was an expert in perversion and faking innocence. He couldn't mess in his maestro.
The trio has no particular expertise. Three brats that can feature in any crazy role. Naughty. Mischievous. Laughter grenades that needed hard to release safety pins, otherwise... A trio of jacks that only required a few tips to fit in any situation. Ban, Bin and Bun. Rhyming, three lettered and peculiar words. The speculations couldn't lead one astray; names and characters were like the aorta and the heart; inseparable.
Ban, a rather weird name. Anyone with good sense of patriotism should keep off his paths. All the DON'TS are his DOS, all the HAVE NOTS are his MUST HAVE. That's is not limited to tangible items, his thoughts are a madhouse. His biggest contrast,like a major gangster is his dress code. Not a single model stands out in his presence. His suits can easily make the Italian designers 'ban' their products in the market. This serves him a good cover for his notoriety.
Bin, is the one who clears the mess. He knows his way to the bin. He sanitises the team. He keeps their face. Thanks to his preaching father, he has a million verses on his fingertips, a knowledge best utilized in masking.
Bun knows all about food and money. He's basically the thinktank. His appetite is best spared for another page, for it extends from the dining table, bedding blondes and brutality for money. His appetite, ensures no one starves. He's the giant of the pack, courtesy to ancestry and tours to the gym.Mention a desire, Bun will avail an item!
The dispatcher, the boss is rarely named. His name is a bit off the three lettered circle,not very far though;Bond. His duty is simply harmonizing the extremism of his fellow fools. His thoughts are sober, his decisions sensible. He is the link to normalcy and that puts him a step above the rest. Don't be mistaken to assume that he's your everyday gentleman;no. He's also nuts, only to a humanly acceptable limit.
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Bun is struggling with a confused accent. At least she's cooperative albeit the rotational eye roll. This lass has the big clear teary eyes, which Bun knows will be a stone to the mission. Chances of him falling for the friend's fish are a hundred percent. She has a skin tone that ascertain his betrayal a must.
"I'm Bun. A sophomore majoring in anthropology. A helping hand, a saviour of the lost tourists;especially the pretty ones of your ilk." He hits her soft spot with such ease that she's hardly resistant....
Continued in the next post
"I'll cook you the best recipe my grandma confided to me. I'm seated next to a stinky tout so boil and disinfect my bathing water. I'm coming darling."
This is their first meeting. The real one for that matter. Online, virtually as the lecturer insists to term it, they've met a million times. She threw the bait,he swallowed it tactically,for a writer's naughtiness and nuttiness of course!
He hasn't given much thought to her quest. His brain is running, tickling and reorganizing to complete the script. He is yet to declare the coveted, cursed and ridiculed writer's block. However, his creative rivers have never got so low. She's a godsend, a stitch in time.
The fellow fools have heard the story, launched laughter and critique bombs, but have also not slept in making a strategy. The good thing with the baggy mouthed crooks, they won't cry, they help solve the crisis. How they do it is not humanly acceptable; only a fellow fool can enjoy it.
"Nishafika maegeshoni. U wapi?" She enquires in a deeply accented Swahili. The location, dressing are peculiarly enquired. The three boys strategically posted by the dispatcher are alerted of the development. The gigantic crook is assigned the best duty, testing the waters. 'Confuse her, make her feel you're caring enough to help her find her friend.' The boss(dispatcher) was stern on this and the big fool smiled, he was an expert in perversion and faking innocence. He couldn't mess in his maestro.
The trio has no particular expertise. Three brats that can feature in any crazy role. Naughty. Mischievous. Laughter grenades that needed hard to release safety pins, otherwise... A trio of jacks that only required a few tips to fit in any situation. Ban, Bin and Bun. Rhyming, three lettered and peculiar words. The speculations couldn't lead one astray; names and characters were like the aorta and the heart; inseparable.
Ban, a rather weird name. Anyone with good sense of patriotism should keep off his paths. All the DON'TS are his DOS, all the HAVE NOTS are his MUST HAVE. That's is not limited to tangible items, his thoughts are a madhouse. His biggest contrast,like a major gangster is his dress code. Not a single model stands out in his presence. His suits can easily make the Italian designers 'ban' their products in the market. This serves him a good cover for his notoriety.
Bin, is the one who clears the mess. He knows his way to the bin. He sanitises the team. He keeps their face. Thanks to his preaching father, he has a million verses on his fingertips, a knowledge best utilized in masking.
Bun knows all about food and money. He's basically the thinktank. His appetite is best spared for another page, for it extends from the dining table, bedding blondes and brutality for money. His appetite, ensures no one starves. He's the giant of the pack, courtesy to ancestry and tours to the gym.Mention a desire, Bun will avail an item!
The dispatcher, the boss is rarely named. His name is a bit off the three lettered circle,not very far though;Bond. His duty is simply harmonizing the extremism of his fellow fools. His thoughts are sober, his decisions sensible. He is the link to normalcy and that puts him a step above the rest. Don't be mistaken to assume that he's your everyday gentleman;no. He's also nuts, only to a humanly acceptable limit.
##########
Bun is struggling with a confused accent. At least she's cooperative albeit the rotational eye roll. This lass has the big clear teary eyes, which Bun knows will be a stone to the mission. Chances of him falling for the friend's fish are a hundred percent. She has a skin tone that ascertain his betrayal a must.
"I'm Bun. A sophomore majoring in anthropology. A helping hand, a saviour of the lost tourists;especially the pretty ones of your ilk." He hits her soft spot with such ease that she's hardly resistant....
Continued in the next post
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