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Muwahaha
I must say, I had a lovely and pleasant dream for an obsessed Monkee fangirl. X3 It involved Micky being a friend of the family and coming to visit.
And I have a new doppelganger character. ^^ I've finally started developing Damen's mother. Originally she was going to be named Alastrina, but I decided that there's already an Alexander and of course Alister, and that's enough, so I call her Sybil instead. XD; She and Damen are very poor, and she has to work two jobs to earn money. However, she lies and tells Damen that she works in a cafe when she actually works at an exotic club. o.o; She wouldn't do it if it wasn't that she needed the money so badly. She wasn't able to get a job anywhere else.
Truthfully, I had been considering having her be a prostitute, but I decided that I didn't want to go that far. XD;
And I found out something rather interesting. The director for the episode of Kolchak: The Night Stalker that Jimmy Murphy was in was Bruce Kessler. And he's the same guy who directed Alias Micky Dolenz. Coincidence? I do wonder. Maybe the guy thought Jimmy Murphy would be perfect for whatever part he had in the Kolchak episode because of working with him previously on The Monkees.
Here's a blurb. It's for the end of my story Prisms of No Color, which is the one that details Tony's descent into the underworld. This is the first draft and things are liable to change. It revolves around a confrontation that takes place between Baby Face and Tony at the end of the fic. Throughout it, they've been enemies, encountering each other every now and then as Tony tried and failed to capture Baby Face and as the other problems around him increased. I'm really quite proud of this piece, and I especially like the stuff I've given to Baby Face to say. And be warned, there ARE spoilers for the events that happen throughout the fic.
Baby Face did not seem concerned, despite the fact that Tony was still training his gun at the mobster's heart. Instead Baby Face smirked quietly, looking into the crazed and disillusioned eyes of the other young man. "You're not going to shoot me, Tony," he said smoothly, starting to step forward.
Tony's eyes burned with fury. "Don't take another step, or I will," he threatened. The gun clicked, but his hands were shaking.
"You won't, because you know that we're actually not that different." Baby Face stopped and crossed his arms.
"I'm not a murderer like you," Tony retorted in outrage, finding the idea of them being alike in any way repulsive. Baby Face was merely toying with him, just as everyone had toyed with him. Almost all the officers in the precinct had betrayed him, even Marco. They had made him out to be a horrible, heartless killer, despite the fact that the extent of his crimes involved extortion and gambling. Alice was dead, killed by his former best friend for reasons that were still unclear to him. Had it been jealousy? Anger? Had Marco been in on the bribery ring and murdered her as a way of punishing Tony for not being quiet about the activities that had been taking place? None of it really mattered, he knew. All the wondering in the world would not bring Alice back to him. And he would never forgive Marco for what he had done.
Baby Face nodded slightly in agreement. "Maybe not, but if you pull the trigger, you will be," he answered. During those rare occasions when he was not losing his temper and going completely berserk, the crime lord could actually make sense and was capable of expressing deep thoughts.
Tony glared at him. "I'd be doing everyone a favor," he shot back.
Baby Face shrugged. "Yeah, that's what you'd tell yourself," he agreed. "But the real reason you'd be killing me is because you need someone to blame for your troubles." He pointed his forefinger at Tony in emphasis. "And that's not so noble. No one's guiltless, but what's the point of killing someone for something they haven't done?" In his own twisted mind, perhaps Baby Face believed that he never attacked anyone who did not already deserve it. It was hard to say, but it actually was true that Baby Face did not go around killing just to kill people. Almost always, it was a case of his temper getting ahead of him after someone had done something that he considered a terrible offense---or a case of needing to get someone out of the way during a getaway. "Own up to the facts, Tony. I'm not responsible for the mess you're in. If you kill me, then you're still like the hypocrites you're trying to get away from."
Tony hated that Baby Face was right. The former police officer knew that it was actually his own fault, and that of the members of the bribery ring. Baby Face had not had anything to do with it.
"It's all just a matter of how far we'd each go to get what we want," Baby Face continued. "We each got pushed to the edge of our limits. Look at you, Tony Ferano, an honest cop. At least, you always thought you were honest. And yet look at what you've ended up doing these past months. The stalker wouldn't leave you and Alice alone, and when you found someone who knew who it was but wouldn't admit it, you got nasty. You threatened him, forced him, you used extortion to make him tell you the answer. Then, when his lies sent you down the wrong track, you went undercover as the leader of a gambling ring---and found you liked it. You caught the gambling bug and got involved with the organization for real. It wasn't just a job anymore."
"Shut up! You don't know anything about me!" Tony interrupted in a deadly quiet voice. The fact was, Baby Face was telling him exactly how it had been---and that scared him. In his anger, in his desperation, he had fallen short of the law---while still trying to uphold it. He already knew that this was true, but what he hated was that Baby Face knew it too. How could such a notorious killer know so much about him?
Baby Face shrugged. "Well, I don't know why you decided you liked it," he conceded. "Maybe it was the thrill of winning something by chance. Maybe you just liked doing something that you knew you weren't supposed to do. But either way, it doesn't really matter. The point is, you fell into the trap and now you can't just climb back out. There isn't any way out. You're a fugitive now. You quit the police department out of disgust and frustration, and I don't know, maybe your own guilt? Maybe you realized you couldn't serve two masters like that and you were sick of being a hypocrite, like half the guys on the force. But what are you going to do now, Tony? You don't have anywhere left to go."
Tony did not waver from his position. "You still haven't told me how we're alike," he snapped.
"We're both outcasts," Baby Face replied calmly. "No one understands us. The one person you had who really loved you is dead. You don't have anything else. There's no one to go home to. Heck, you don't even have a home at all, after that fire. This town hates you. The police force is out to get you. Half of them wanna kill you because they think you're still going to try to expose their racket. The other half just wants to kill you to bring you to justice because they think you're a killer. But even if you're not a murderer, you got branded as a criminal and you've become what they said you were. That's the same with me. And you can say all you want that you're not greedy and grasping, but I don't think you would've gotten into gambling for real if you weren't that way at least somewhat. You and me, we're just a couple of guys trying to make our way through life in the ways that suit us best. We tried other things first and that failed. Now we just have our crimes to fall back on."
At last the gun lowered slightly. "Why do you even care what I do now?" Tony demanded. He was not a fool. He knew that Baby Face did not care about anyone except himself. He would not be concerning himself about Tony unless he felt that Tony would be of some use to him.
Baby Face smiled in a strange way. "I could use someone like you in my gang," he answered. "You're intelligent, you're mature, and you know what you're doing." He tapped his forehead. "You put your mind to something and you get it done---one way or another." His smile turned into a smirk. "I know you anonymously sent your evidence to another police precinct. I guess all you can hope for is that it got to some honest cops who will go investigate and break up the ring. Kinda your last revenge, huh?"
Tony did not answer. He was turning his gun over in his hands. It was true, there was not any place for him to go and he did not have anything left. The police were all after him, and they had crafted a lot of trumped-up charges in order to try to make certain that no one would let him get away---including any other honest officers. He would not be surprised if they had been told to shoot him on sight.
He was tired of working with people who were such hypocrites. The bribery and blackmail ring and the extremes they had gone to in order to completely destroy him had left him embittered and disgusted. He did not think he would mind committing crimes that would leave them utterly baffled. And Baby Face was right about something else---there was a part of him that was greedy and grasping. He had not fully realized that until he had become involved in the gambling ring.
At last he looked up again, into the cold and selfish hazel eyes. This time, for the first time, he saw something else---understanding. The two of them were the only ones who fully knew the truth behind what had taken place, and the corruption of the police precinct where Tony had worked. Tony had collected enough evidence to provoke an investigation, but there were some things that he had not been able to prove---such as the fact that Marco had killed Alice. Such truths would probably never be able to be proven---but they would also not be forgotten. And if the time came that Tony would be able to see that Marco was charged for the crime, somehow, he would make certain that he did. Perhaps, if he stayed with Baby Face, such a time would present itself.
"Fine," he said quietly, his voice dark and cold as he sealed his fate. "I'll come with you, for now."
Dang, I really really love the Micky character on the show. XD; And I can relate to him so well. I know I say that about a lot of different characters, but it's true. And I just realized recently that I could relate to Micky, perhaps in some ways more than with other characters. Both he and I have had pretty uneventful lives (by that I mean, not overridden with conflicts and tragedies), and he shows that it's okay to be smart and to be goofy and have a sense of humor at the same time, instead of just being smartly serious. In real life, I can get kinda hyper and silly when I'm in a good mood. He also has a sarcastic streak, which I must admit I share. XD;
And I have a new doppelganger character. ^^ I've finally started developing Damen's mother. Originally she was going to be named Alastrina, but I decided that there's already an Alexander and of course Alister, and that's enough, so I call her Sybil instead. XD; She and Damen are very poor, and she has to work two jobs to earn money. However, she lies and tells Damen that she works in a cafe when she actually works at an exotic club. o.o; She wouldn't do it if it wasn't that she needed the money so badly. She wasn't able to get a job anywhere else.
Truthfully, I had been considering having her be a prostitute, but I decided that I didn't want to go that far. XD;
And I found out something rather interesting. The director for the episode of Kolchak: The Night Stalker that Jimmy Murphy was in was Bruce Kessler. And he's the same guy who directed Alias Micky Dolenz. Coincidence? I do wonder. Maybe the guy thought Jimmy Murphy would be perfect for whatever part he had in the Kolchak episode because of working with him previously on The Monkees.
Here's a blurb. It's for the end of my story Prisms of No Color, which is the one that details Tony's descent into the underworld. This is the first draft and things are liable to change. It revolves around a confrontation that takes place between Baby Face and Tony at the end of the fic. Throughout it, they've been enemies, encountering each other every now and then as Tony tried and failed to capture Baby Face and as the other problems around him increased. I'm really quite proud of this piece, and I especially like the stuff I've given to Baby Face to say. And be warned, there ARE spoilers for the events that happen throughout the fic.
Baby Face did not seem concerned, despite the fact that Tony was still training his gun at the mobster's heart. Instead Baby Face smirked quietly, looking into the crazed and disillusioned eyes of the other young man. "You're not going to shoot me, Tony," he said smoothly, starting to step forward.
Tony's eyes burned with fury. "Don't take another step, or I will," he threatened. The gun clicked, but his hands were shaking.
"You won't, because you know that we're actually not that different." Baby Face stopped and crossed his arms.
"I'm not a murderer like you," Tony retorted in outrage, finding the idea of them being alike in any way repulsive. Baby Face was merely toying with him, just as everyone had toyed with him. Almost all the officers in the precinct had betrayed him, even Marco. They had made him out to be a horrible, heartless killer, despite the fact that the extent of his crimes involved extortion and gambling. Alice was dead, killed by his former best friend for reasons that were still unclear to him. Had it been jealousy? Anger? Had Marco been in on the bribery ring and murdered her as a way of punishing Tony for not being quiet about the activities that had been taking place? None of it really mattered, he knew. All the wondering in the world would not bring Alice back to him. And he would never forgive Marco for what he had done.
Baby Face nodded slightly in agreement. "Maybe not, but if you pull the trigger, you will be," he answered. During those rare occasions when he was not losing his temper and going completely berserk, the crime lord could actually make sense and was capable of expressing deep thoughts.
Tony glared at him. "I'd be doing everyone a favor," he shot back.
Baby Face shrugged. "Yeah, that's what you'd tell yourself," he agreed. "But the real reason you'd be killing me is because you need someone to blame for your troubles." He pointed his forefinger at Tony in emphasis. "And that's not so noble. No one's guiltless, but what's the point of killing someone for something they haven't done?" In his own twisted mind, perhaps Baby Face believed that he never attacked anyone who did not already deserve it. It was hard to say, but it actually was true that Baby Face did not go around killing just to kill people. Almost always, it was a case of his temper getting ahead of him after someone had done something that he considered a terrible offense---or a case of needing to get someone out of the way during a getaway. "Own up to the facts, Tony. I'm not responsible for the mess you're in. If you kill me, then you're still like the hypocrites you're trying to get away from."
Tony hated that Baby Face was right. The former police officer knew that it was actually his own fault, and that of the members of the bribery ring. Baby Face had not had anything to do with it.
"It's all just a matter of how far we'd each go to get what we want," Baby Face continued. "We each got pushed to the edge of our limits. Look at you, Tony Ferano, an honest cop. At least, you always thought you were honest. And yet look at what you've ended up doing these past months. The stalker wouldn't leave you and Alice alone, and when you found someone who knew who it was but wouldn't admit it, you got nasty. You threatened him, forced him, you used extortion to make him tell you the answer. Then, when his lies sent you down the wrong track, you went undercover as the leader of a gambling ring---and found you liked it. You caught the gambling bug and got involved with the organization for real. It wasn't just a job anymore."
"Shut up! You don't know anything about me!" Tony interrupted in a deadly quiet voice. The fact was, Baby Face was telling him exactly how it had been---and that scared him. In his anger, in his desperation, he had fallen short of the law---while still trying to uphold it. He already knew that this was true, but what he hated was that Baby Face knew it too. How could such a notorious killer know so much about him?
Baby Face shrugged. "Well, I don't know why you decided you liked it," he conceded. "Maybe it was the thrill of winning something by chance. Maybe you just liked doing something that you knew you weren't supposed to do. But either way, it doesn't really matter. The point is, you fell into the trap and now you can't just climb back out. There isn't any way out. You're a fugitive now. You quit the police department out of disgust and frustration, and I don't know, maybe your own guilt? Maybe you realized you couldn't serve two masters like that and you were sick of being a hypocrite, like half the guys on the force. But what are you going to do now, Tony? You don't have anywhere left to go."
Tony did not waver from his position. "You still haven't told me how we're alike," he snapped.
"We're both outcasts," Baby Face replied calmly. "No one understands us. The one person you had who really loved you is dead. You don't have anything else. There's no one to go home to. Heck, you don't even have a home at all, after that fire. This town hates you. The police force is out to get you. Half of them wanna kill you because they think you're still going to try to expose their racket. The other half just wants to kill you to bring you to justice because they think you're a killer. But even if you're not a murderer, you got branded as a criminal and you've become what they said you were. That's the same with me. And you can say all you want that you're not greedy and grasping, but I don't think you would've gotten into gambling for real if you weren't that way at least somewhat. You and me, we're just a couple of guys trying to make our way through life in the ways that suit us best. We tried other things first and that failed. Now we just have our crimes to fall back on."
At last the gun lowered slightly. "Why do you even care what I do now?" Tony demanded. He was not a fool. He knew that Baby Face did not care about anyone except himself. He would not be concerning himself about Tony unless he felt that Tony would be of some use to him.
Baby Face smiled in a strange way. "I could use someone like you in my gang," he answered. "You're intelligent, you're mature, and you know what you're doing." He tapped his forehead. "You put your mind to something and you get it done---one way or another." His smile turned into a smirk. "I know you anonymously sent your evidence to another police precinct. I guess all you can hope for is that it got to some honest cops who will go investigate and break up the ring. Kinda your last revenge, huh?"
Tony did not answer. He was turning his gun over in his hands. It was true, there was not any place for him to go and he did not have anything left. The police were all after him, and they had crafted a lot of trumped-up charges in order to try to make certain that no one would let him get away---including any other honest officers. He would not be surprised if they had been told to shoot him on sight.
He was tired of working with people who were such hypocrites. The bribery and blackmail ring and the extremes they had gone to in order to completely destroy him had left him embittered and disgusted. He did not think he would mind committing crimes that would leave them utterly baffled. And Baby Face was right about something else---there was a part of him that was greedy and grasping. He had not fully realized that until he had become involved in the gambling ring.
At last he looked up again, into the cold and selfish hazel eyes. This time, for the first time, he saw something else---understanding. The two of them were the only ones who fully knew the truth behind what had taken place, and the corruption of the police precinct where Tony had worked. Tony had collected enough evidence to provoke an investigation, but there were some things that he had not been able to prove---such as the fact that Marco had killed Alice. Such truths would probably never be able to be proven---but they would also not be forgotten. And if the time came that Tony would be able to see that Marco was charged for the crime, somehow, he would make certain that he did. Perhaps, if he stayed with Baby Face, such a time would present itself.
"Fine," he said quietly, his voice dark and cold as he sealed his fate. "I'll come with you, for now."
Dang, I really really love the Micky character on the show. XD; And I can relate to him so well. I know I say that about a lot of different characters, but it's true. And I just realized recently that I could relate to Micky, perhaps in some ways more than with other characters. Both he and I have had pretty uneventful lives (by that I mean, not overridden with conflicts and tragedies), and he shows that it's okay to be smart and to be goofy and have a sense of humor at the same time, instead of just being smartly serious. In real life, I can get kinda hyper and silly when I'm in a good mood. He also has a sarcastic streak, which I must admit I share. XD;
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I like Sybil's character. She's a sacrifical mother that can provide very little for her son and you can tell it eats her up. I imagine her, if you want to get specific, as a stripper. The sense of shame she has seems to fall into that catagory. That and she reminds me of a woman off of the movie Independence Day that was in the same predicament.
I've contemplated doing a prostitute character now and again. I'm sure they'll pop up sooner or later in DCC, probably in the police station. XD
Alister will always make me think of you, nevertheless. XD
I've often tried to determine what character I related to the most out of all of them. Sometimes I think Sanzo, and sometimes Spike. **shrugs**
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Yes, she is a stripper. XD; And I think I remember the woman from Independence Day. ^^ That was a good movie.
XD I still relate to Alister as well, of course. **cuddles him.** And Siegfried....
Yeah, I think you have traits of both of those characters. ^^
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I'm really tired and have a feeling I'm not making much sense right now, so see ya around. ^^
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