The Mr Macphisto Society "Rides Again" *snicker*

[FishNeedsABicycle]

BluePhisto and Macphisto are so caught up in their moment they barely notice as MacFishto slides over to the record player and puts on a song, who's words they cannot help but understand all too well...

"Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie

Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug

Oh...love...you say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...sweetheart...
You're so cruel"

They continue to spin, oblivious to the eyes that now observe from all corners of the room...

 

[blueeyes]

* Bluephisto and Macphisto continue to dance and whisper oblivious to the fact that everyone else has now begun to stare at them as the song plays*
She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing, her movements something else.

Bluephisto: What are you going to do? Should I leave?
Macphisto: *Holding her tighter* No. *He buries his face in her hair and kisses her neck again* No.
Bluephisto: We can pretend it never happened, just like you never knew...No one else knows.
Macphisto: I can't pretend. * He touches Bluephisto's throat and runs his fingers down the back of her neck down under the back of her robe, and rests his hand there. Bluephisto's eyes widen, then shut and she rests her head against Macphisto's warm chest*
Oh, love, like a screaming flower
Love dying every hour.
Ah, you don't know if it's fear or desire.
Danger the drug that takes you higher?
Bluephisto: No, you can't pretend now can you? *Bluephisto suddenly becomes very sad*This is impossible, I can't do this. I just can't, I have to go, I can't stay here now. I can't let this happen, there are too many other...things, and I will just get..I mean do you have any idea? I , I just-
Head of heaven, fingers in the mire
Her heart is racing you can't keep up.
* Macphisto brings his face down to Bluephisto's, so close that she can feel heat radiating from his cheeks and lips. He stares into her eyes, smiles, and says aloud to her...*
Macphisto: What are you afraid of Angel?
* They stay, almost touching for a moment, then Macphisto slowly leans down and kisses her full on the lips*
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust we are trampled underfoot.
* The party grinds to a momentary halt. Someone gasps, someone else drops a martini glass which breaks the embrace. Macphisto and Bluephisto turn, both are shocked to find they are the centre of attention*

Oh, love, to stay with you I'd be a fool.
Oh, sweetheart, you're so cruel.



[This message has been edited by blueeyes (edited 10-21-2001).]

 

[Bonavoix]

*Bonaphisto gasps and Larry wraps his arms around her, she covers his arms with hers. Larry holds her tighter and all Bonaphisto can do is stare. The rest of the room stares in shock and tears stream down the face of Moonphisto, and Bonaphisto.*

Bonaphisto: It's you... Bluephi-- I guess you're really not Bluephisto, are you? Why are you here? What do you want? Mackey, you can't possibly... *Bonaphisto spins around and buries her face in Larry's shoulder, sobbing. Larry comforts her and rubs her back.*

*MacPhisto glides over to Bonaphisto and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turns toward him and he wipes a tear away from her face.*
MacPhisto: Please don't cry, I can't bear to see it... besides, you're ruining your make up.
Bonaphisto: What has gotten into you?! She's an.... an...
MacPhisto: An angel?
Bonaphisto: And you're a...
MacPhisto: A Devil? Bona, darling... that thing Heaven calls "love" does crazy things. *then quieter, under his breath so that Bluephisto won't hear, and Moonphisto leans closer to hear* This is the only way I can corrupt her! Just trust me! I am, after all, a devil and that is my duty, is it not?
*MacPhisto wipes another tear off Bonaphisto's face as Larry glares at him, then Mac turns around and walks back to Bluephisto, who by now has shed her robe and is now clothed all in white, wings folded behind her back, nearly blinding every other person in the room.*

Bonaphisto: You called me "Bona." You never call me that unless something drastic has happened to you or unless we've had several rounds of particularly good sex. Mr. MacPhisto, what's happened to you?
*At that, MacPhisto stops abruptly, turns to Bonaphisto suddenly and tilts his head and smiles.*
MacPhisto: And YOU, you never use my full name unless you're particularly upset, or of course unless we're... Oh, darling nothing has happened to me. I've only realized what would finally make me happy... *MacPhisto turns his head and looks longingly at Bluey.*

MacPhisto: Bluey, darling... what is it about Heaven that so appeals to you?

*Bonaphisto spins back around and buries her face once again into Larry's strong shoulder. He continues to comfort her and then plants small kisses to her temple.*

*Music starts up again, playing "Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad" Larry begins to sway with Bonaphisto once again and peace overwhelms her again.*

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad.
Took you to a place, and now you can't get back...
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

Walked together down a dead end street,
We're mixing the bitter with the sweet.
Don't try and figure out what we might have had,
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad.

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"From an artist's point of view, failure is where you get your best material." -Bono

"Sunrises are God's hit singles. Do the big number first and then just get on with the rest of the show." -Bono.

My feeble attempt at a website:
U2's Heartland

[This message has been edited by Bonavoix (edited 10-21-2001).]

[This message has been edited by Bonavoix (edited 10-21-2001).]

 

[blueeyes]

Originally posted by Bonavoix:
MacPhisto: Bluey, darling... what is it about Heaven that so appeals to you?

*Music starts up again, playing "Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad".*

Bluephisto: Heaven? Hmmm, well that is where I learned to mix a decent martini...oh don't look so shocked I haven't been poisoning you with "good juice". *Bluephisto throws her head back and laughs* Seriously? Good hours, the boss is nice, everyone looks good all the time, the flaming swords that you can train with are really fun, and sometimes they let you help with the whole creation thing...For example *Bluephisto gestures to Larry* I helped make that fine looking fellow over there. All in all dearest, it's a good job * Bluephisto quaffs a martini, smiles brilliantly, and turns away to take another. Bonaphisto and Moonphisto are horrified to see Macphisto sigh and look at Bluephisto in a new sort of "puppy-dog" kind of way...Since Bluephisto has shed her former disguise she is absolutely stunning.He sees them seeing him and quickly recovers his usual level of suaveness*.
Macphisto: Ahem , so sorry darlings, don't know what came over me...Must be the drink, it's gone straight to my head
darlings.
Bonaphisto: *Through her teeth* Mr. Macphisto, if you are not feeling well perhaps you should go to bed * Softer* Allow me to escort you.
Macphisto: *Waving her away with an elegant but imperious gesture* That won't be necessary my lovely, I see you are busy with the young man over there. *Looks at Bluephisto, who is facing the party again, then looks down at his robe* Oh dear, I'm not appropriately attired at all, I must look a mess. Allow me to change into something more suitable for such ravishing company *Kisses Bluephisto's hand *.
Bluephisto: Not at all darling! *Bluephisto smirks and wraps an arm around his waist* Will you be needing any ...help?
Macphisto: * Actually flustered for the first time anyone can remember* Well, I'm just, it's...ehm...I need to go change..going to..in the room over there..*Runs into a wine cart on his way out* Oh dear, I'm so...be back soon...sigh..
Edge: * Turning to Bluephisto* Will he be alright?
Bluephisto: *laughs* I hope so.

 

[FallDownJulie]

[[[[gah!! this took me forever and i mean to get it in before Bona had posted. it is simply the solution to the mysterious attacker. if you want to skip over it, i don't blame you it is FECKING LOOOONG! i just wanted to get my story concluded and out of the way so we could get back to some casual partying and admire ourselves in the surrounding mirrors with out the fear of being hit by on

i now return you to your regularly scheduled programming...]]]]]


*after starting the song, MacFishto picks up the beautiful feather, admires its twinkling in the light, then places it gently into the pocket of her robe. She turns and reaches for her glass, but in the process knocks it off the table by accident. it shatters on the floor. everyone is broken from their trances and look over, including MacPhisto and BluePhisto, both suddenly aware of the attention on them, then everyone looks to MacFishto*

MacFishto: OH! so sorry! really, i am. here i'll get it. *bends and hastily gathers up the pieces of broken glass, others turn to help* no, no. don't worry about it, i've got it.

*she rises with her hands full of the broken glass, searches the room with her eyes for a garbage can, and then disposes of the glass when she finds it. she glances down at her hands, which are now covered in cuts and blood from the careless way she collected the broken glass*

MacFishto: oh, dear. i'll go take care of this mess, the restroom is down the hall to the left, BluePhisto? don't you darlings worry about me, it's just a few cuts, i'll be perfectly fine! carry on, don't let me stop you fun! *smiles to the room and walks out the door*

*a few moments later...*

[[heard down the hall]]
MacFishto: hel-hello? is someone there? who-... ? *a muffled "thud" as her body falls to the floor*


*all had heard this and uncharacteristically ran(i know! Phistos running! how unelegant!) to help, MacPhisto and BluePhisto look back into eachother's eyes once more, locked for a moment, then follow the others*

*the crowd races into the hallway, smashing into eachother continuously as they try to rush down the narrow hall, a soft golden light dissappears around a corner near the far end of the hall. the only one to see it is BluePhisto. she freezes and gasps*

BluePhisto: i know that light! *she hurrys down the hall towards the others, then passes them and continues down the hall*

MacPhisto: BluePhisto, dear, where are you going?

BluePhisto: i'll be right back, i have something to take care of. *farther down the hall, away from the others, she hisses out an angry whisper* i know you're here! It's me! come out right now!!

*a glow of light catches the corner of her eye*

BluePhisto: what are you doing here?? i said i could handle things!

*Back at MacFishto's crumpled body, they examine her to discover it was just a minor injury. Just enough to knock her out, but not enough to take her life. this person definately could have killed her if they intended it, and that was obvious. MoonPhisto notices the feather that MacFishto had so carefully stowed away in her pocket was no longer there, though several yards away from her body in the opposite direction lies an even larger, maybe two-foot feather. this one is not silver, however, but a brilliant gold, which excellently matches the decor of the limo, so is just barely notice able.*

*Curious, MacPhisto, MoonPhisto, and DiscoPhisto head in the direction that BluePhisto ran off in, leaving BonaPhisto, Larry, and Edge to care for MacFishto*

MoonPhisto: i wonder if it was a good idea to leave BonaPhisto in charge of the boys...

*they slow down as they near the sound of BluePhisto's voice*

DiscoPhisto: who is she talking to??

*the three peek around the corner of the doorway and into the room. they see a glowing light from inside a dark closet, but no one other than BluePhisto in the room*

DiscoPhisto: BluePhisto has candles here?? where has she been hiding them? they would have created *such* a sexy mood in the jacuzzi room!

MacPhisto & MoonPhisto: Shhhh!

*it's too late. BluePhisto swivels around surprised, the glowing light in the closet dims*

BluePhisto: Mac! Moon! Disco! what are you... erm... doing here?

MacPhisto: Dearest, who are you talking to?

*BluePhisto glances towards the closet, then back to her friends*

BluePhisto: I... *turns back to the closet* It's alright. You can trust them.

*a man walks out, glowing an exquisite golden hue~ for a moment the three Phistos are distracted by the abnormality of what is happeneing by a wave of jealousy, but quickly return themselves to the situation. a shadow somehow keeps the man's face hidden, despite the brilliant light given off by the figure*

BluePhisto: they already know. at least, Mackie does. i know it's against the rules, but we can trust them. these are true friends and they will keep my secret and never tell a soul if i ask it of them, and i know that i won't have to. forgive me for being so careless... please?

Man: *he is silent for a moment before speaking* i would like to apologize for the confusion and fear i have caused tonight. i did not want to hurt anyone, but i knew that BluePhisto had a heart that would act to heal her friends and help them before giving a moment's thought to concealing her true self. i came to... in a sense, clean up after her. retrieve any clues that could prove our existence. i now ask your forgiveness, my dear, for not having put the faith i should have into you.

*to show that he has faith in her judgement, he uncovers and exposes a marvelous set of golden wings that stretch across the length of the room. the light is near blinding. he then steps out of the shadows to show that he trusts the ones that BluePhisto says are trustworthy, and reveals himself fully(no innuendos!!). the face is now clear...

...Arch~Angel Adam!!*

BluePhisto: you don't need to be forgiven

*he gives a warm smile and holds BluePhisto in a long embrace(not the same type as with MacPhisto, mind you!). he lets go, and turns to place a gentle kiss on the foreheads of MoonPhisto and DiscoPhisto and a hug to Mac*

Arch~Angel Adam: well, i'm off...

DiscoPhisto: WAIT! *she glances to Mac and Moon~ she wants to ask what all three of us are thinking* ....you look just like... em, er... nevermind it's silly. *blushes*

Arch~Angel Adam: *chuckles* who? the bassist from U2? yea, well, Bono's a good friend of mine *wink* and i usually do come down to jam with the boys. that cardboard cut-out in the lounge is something i gave them to take along to interviews and such. i'll see you darlings around. stop by one of our shows sometime. *fades away*

*everyone stands stunned for a few moments, when Larry walks into the room, and turns to BluePhisto*

Larry: Feck it! was that Adam causing all of this bloody chaos?? great. just great. he misses practice, then this! what is next? really... *wanders off*

MacPhisto: i, em, suppose we should join the party again. there really is no use in just standing here any more. And Bluey! Darling! you should have told me sooner about the alcohol thing! Let's get you a nice glass of Mona's Special Olive-Flavored Kool-Aid. eh? *grins and walks the girls back to the lounge, where everyone has returned and MacFishto has regained her strength and helps herself to another martini.*



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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

 

[FallDownJulie]

[[[[following Bona and Bluey's story line...]]]]

*realizing that MacPhisto is now spoken for, settles herself quite comfortably beside the Edge and snuggles up!

*

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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

 

[Bonavoix]

Originally posted by blueeyes:
Macphisto: Ahem , so sorry darlings, don't know what came over me...Must be the drink, it's gone straight to my head
darlings.
Bonaphisto: *Through her teeth* Mr. Macphisto, if you are not feeling well perhaps you should go to bed * Softer* Allow me to escort you.
Macphisto: *Waving her away with an elegant but imperious gesture* That won't be necessary my lovely, I see you are busy with the young man over there.

*Bonaphisto is absolutely flaming with jealousy. What had BluePhisto done to recieve such the honor of that level of MacPhisto's attention?! She was absolutely stunning, but even still, Bonaphisto wonders what she herself lacks in MacPhisto's eyes. And all over an angel! Bonaphisto had to admit, angels were much less offensive than she had originally thought they would be... perhaps the Other Side wasn't such an awful place after all. Bonaphisto looks back at Larry with a kind of longing, knowing that he'll be headed there someday when his body expires. When MacPhisto stumbles out of the room to change, Bonaphisto turns to Larry and looks up at him, mustering up her most loving face*

Bonaphisto: Lawrence, darling I know that as a devil, I must not be precisely what you had in mind, but I greatly appreciate your comfort... This is rather shattering, I mean I've showered my attention on him for as long as I can remember, and I honestly couldn't think of anyone elses affections I'd rather have...
Larry: *Matter of factly* You know, I don't think his affections are worth your winning, to be honest. If you ask me I think you're much more beautiful than anything he could ever ask for...
Bonaphisto: *blushing* Do you really think so? Oh dear I've.... never reacted this way... when someone tells me... I'm beautiful... I'm so flustered...
Larry: *runs a hand across her cheek and raises her chin to make eye contact with her* Yes, I really do believe that. *His face inches toward hers, until she can feel his breath on her face, then his lips come onto hers gently but with passion.*

*Bonaphisto still has jealousy pouring like a faucet through her veins, but she places her head on Larry's shoulder and sways once again to the music.*

Maybe it's just talk, saloon singin
The chairs are all cracked, the swinger's stopped swingin.
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself,
Then after you did it, you came cryin' for my help...

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad...

*MacPhisto re-enters the room clad in his gold suit with red shirt. He looks absolutely stunning, and Bluephisto turns around and nearly drops the martini glass she's holding. He's entirely re-composed, exuding his usual suaveness. Bonaphisto sees him and shuts her eyes tightly, praying that tears would not escape.*

Bonaphisto: *thinking silently to herself* Why is this so disturbing? It never bothered me before when he'd lavish attention on the others... Then this young man here... Lawrence. So calm, so logical... so flattering and so beautiful too... *MacPhisto catches her eye again and Bonaphisto recomposes herself.* Mackey, darling I don't remember when I've seen you looking so stunningly beautiful!
MacPhisto: Why, thank you lovely. *brushes a finger across her cheek and notices the wetness from her tears. He's startled and suddenly loses the dreamy look in his eyes. He looks deeply at her* Whatever is the matter, Bona darling? Have you been crying?
Bonaphisto: Um... no, of course not... excuse me, I have to... I'm really not decent now am I? *barely able to speak, Bonaphisto runs out of the room, headed for her dressing room. Larry starts to follow her, but MoonPhisto and Edge hold him back.*
MacPhisto: Dear, I really have done some damage tonight, haven't I?
Larry: *anger rising* SOME damage?! *Starts to charge toward MacPhisto but is held back by Edge and Bono, who has unwrapped himself from the tin foil Mona tamale.*

*Bonaphisto re-enters the room, dressed in her leather dress and the long leather trench coat, which are now white instead of black. Larry's eyes widen and his jaw hits the floor and MacPhisto smiles genuinely at her. She ignores both of them and takes a seat on the gold couch, but not before fixing herself a giant martini. She drinks deeply and MacPhisto seats himself next to her. Through all this, Adam suddenly falls over. Edge runs over and props him back up.*

MacPhisto: Really, dear do you think you need any more of those?
Bonaphisto: Is there such a thing as too many?
*Larry seats himself on her other side and catches her chin. His eyes dig into hers.*
Larry: Yes, I think you've had enough.
Bonaphisto: *melts at his eyes and at his words, suddenly remembering what he'd told her earlier.* Well, if you insist... *her voice trails off as Larry plants another kiss on her lips. Bonaphisto throws her arms around him and settles in his arms, truly contented for the first time in years. MacPhisto rises from his seat and walks toward BluePhisto once again.*
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"From an artist's point of view, failure is where you get your best material." -Bono

"Sunrises are God's hit singles. Do the big number first and then just get on with the rest of the show." -Bono.

My feeble attempt at a website:
U2's Heartland

[This message has been edited by Bonavoix (edited 10-21-2001).]

 

[blueeyes]

Originally posted by Bonavoix:
*MacPhisto re-enters the room clad in his gold suit with red shirt. He looks absolutely stunning, and Bluephisto turns around and nearly drops the martini glass she's holding. He's entirely re-composed, exuding his usual suaveness.
MacPhisto rises from his seat and walks toward BluePhisto once again.*

*Bluephisto cannot stop smiling, she is trying to act more like a Phisto but she is now too earnest to be suave...in short she is badly in love, and blushes up to her ringleted hair*
Macphisto: Hello darling, is this better? Is something wrong? You are turning all pink, it's very nice...*Smirk*
Bluephisto: You look very nice. * She rustles her silvery wings nervously* I always thought you looked very handsome in that suit.
Macphisto: *Wrapping an arm around Bluephisto, and stroking her wings* You Always thought this suit made me look handsome, always?
Bluephisto: * Regaining some of her wits* Well, do you think I hung around here for so long for the food?
Macphisto: Well, I had no idea! Who knew that such a gorgeous creature loved me?
Discophisto: *Piping up from a seat with Bono*. I knew, I knew!
Bluephisto: *Arching an eyebrow*Well don't let it go to your head...Now excuse me, I need a drink.
Macphisto: *Very Attentive* A drink? What kind of drink? Here let me get you one...*Hands her a glass of Champange*. You can drink champange can't you?
Bluephisto: * Looking up at him over the rim of her glass* I can do all sorts of things darling....* She leans forward and whispers in his ear. Macphisto's eyebrows shoot up and he blushes through his makeup and coughs a little on his Martini*
Macphisto: But you're an angel!
Bluephisto: I see you have all sorts of ideas about me that we are going to have to...work out . * She wraps both arms around him under his jacket and looks up at him through her ringlets* Are you alright dearest? You are turning pink all over, I quite like it...
Bluephisto pulls Macphisto down to her by his shirt front and kisses him for a long time



[This message has been edited by blueeyes (edited 10-21-2001).]

 

[FallDownJulie]

May I have this dance? *MoonPhisto bows to a seated Edge, with a hand outstretched to him*

*The Edge grins, then leaps up suddenly, grabbing MoonPhisto around the waist and twirls her around with magnificent grace. Once she stops spinning, they lower their arms around eachother, rest their heads on each other's shoulders, and dance more slowly, holding each other close*

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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

 

[FallDownJulie]

----- Awwww!!! everything's getting all lovey~dovey and everyone's starting to melt out of their Phisto characters~ even Mac himself!! -----

 

[FallDownJulie]

*After the last song ends, Moon runs over to the record player*

I hope no one minds!

*Pulls out a U2 record and plays it (is that legal?)*

*sigh* I love this song.

*Babyface begins to play*

*Moon runs to the Edge. As he catches her she hops up into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist as they kiss*

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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

[This message has been edited by FallDownJulie (edited 10-21-2001).]

[This message has been edited by FallDownJulie (edited 10-21-2001).]

 

[Bonavoix]

*Bonaphisto brushes a hand across MacPhisto's pale cheek, causiing him to turn toward her again. She brushes her lips gently across his.*

Bonaphisto: Now, Mackey darling, what can I do to make you feel better?
MacPhisto: *is lost in Bonaphisto's midnight blue eyes now.* Kiss me once more...
*Bonaphisto complies, then pulls away from him.*
Bonaphisto: Now who on earth could this angel be?
*A dejected MacPhisto rests his head against Bonaphisto's chest. She has taken a black silken robe and covered up the bikini she was in. She gently runs hands through his hair and listens to him speak.*
MacPhisto: I have my suspicions... and I'd hate to reveal her name now, but after the circumstances tonight...

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"From an artist's point of view, failure is where you get your best material." -Bono

"Sunrises are God's hit singles. Do the big number first and then just get on with the rest of the show." -Bono.

My feeble attempt at a website:
U2's Heartland

 

[WildHonee]

Getcho hands off 'The!'

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~*Mona*~the Shamrock n rolla!
block champ at Nintendo
queen of innuendo

DREAM OUT LOUD

 

[FishNeedsABicycle]

*sigh*

MacFishto walks away, the bump on her head leaving her feeling quite unattractive, and the only being at this other-wordly party that is not currently entwined in someones grasp is the one who inflicted said wound...could there be hope for these two? Macfishto begins to drown herself in her weapon of choice, a Cosmopolitan. She looks up from drink to see Arch-Angel Adam crossing the room towards her...a foreign emotion grips her psyche...fear...

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Fishy
The Bedazzled Merch-Maid and Fashion Chair of Orgasmatron
and
The Original Hot Potato of LAYS

You put on the leather pants and the pants start telling you what to do. -Bono

[This message has been edited by FishNeedsABicycle (edited 10-22-2001).]

 

[Discoteque]

OMG, this is better than any book I've read recently!!!

But I can't keep up if I try to write my own "chapter"...sorry girls!

MORE! MORE! MORE!

I don't want MacFishy to be afraid of big scary willie Adam!!!

Soemone SAVE HER!!!!

Originally posted by FishNeedsABicycle:
She looks up from drink to see Arch-Angel Adam crossing the room towards her...a foreign emotion grips her psyche...fear...

 

[blueeyes]

* Bluephisto has been in conversation with Arch~Angel Adam for quite some time in the jacuzzi room while Macphisto is touching up his makeup to look his very best*
Angel Adam: Well, all's well that ends well!
Bluephisto: Quite, quite...Marvellous sarong by the way, heavenly.
Angel Adam: Thank you darling! Who was that rather attractive young she-devil back in there?
Bluephisto: Which one?
Angel Adam: The one with the bump on her head, poor darling.
Bluephisto: Well that is Macfishto sweetheart! She is quite a handful, don't let her near you with a camera....Ohhhh, you like her.
Angel Adam: That's why I don't hang around with other angels, there is no hiding anything is there?
Bluephisto: You should go apologize to her for smacking her on the head you know.
Angel Adam: Yes, I really should, the poor little cherub. How do I look?
Bluephisto: What a funny question you silly boy! You have been hanging around these Phistos and I too much...but let me tell you something, devils are the best kissers...SIGH..*Gives Angel Adam a little push in the direction of the lounge and starts to gather up her things* Go go, I think she likes you too...are you sure you just banged her on the head and didn't get her with an arrow?
Angel Adam: Now you know that isn't my department...
Bluephisto: Get going or I'm going to yank your sarong off!
* Bluephisto collects her things, including a bottle of Absolute, smiles, and heads off to the lounge*

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[Bonavoix]

*Bonaphisto and Larry are totally lost in eachother in the background, and Larry suddenly stops and looks at her.*

Larry: What do you think of getting out of here? We could use more privacy...
Bonaphisto: Mmmm... you are quite right, darling, but where is there to go?
Larry: *grins* I'm going to get my Harley. Stay put. *he plants a gentle kiss on Bonaphisto's lips and leaves the room. She moves toward the window and sits looking out after Larry wistfully.*

*At this point, Bluephisto has left the room for MacPhisto's dressing room. He passes her and tells her to wait for him, there is something he must resolve first, and re-enters the room where Bonaphisto sits. Everyone else has taken off to their respective dwelling places. This leaves only Bonaphisto and MacPhisto alone in the room, with "Stay" playing quietly in the background. He rises slowly and moves across the room, taking a seat next to her. She continues looking out the window, hardly able to ignore his presence. He takes a pale hand and runs it through her hair, brushing it out of the way of her face. He inches closer to her and kisses her cheek gently and sucks gently once on her ear lobe.*

MacPhisto: *whispering* I'm sorry...
Bonaphisto: Mac, please...
MacPhisto: No, I don't want to have a bitter end. *He pulls closer to her. Bonaphisto can't pull away because she's already right against the wall.* Please listen...
*Bonaphisto turns her head toward him, no longer able to resist him.*
MacPhisto: *running a hand down her arm.* You always were one of my greatest assets. *sigh* You had a way with me. But I found something... and I don't know when I'm going to be able to let it go.
*Bonaphisto is silent, and after an awkward moment, MacPhisto plants a kiss on her neck and speaks again.*
MacPhisto: Will you give me something? *she spins around, almost shocked at his request* Just... just as goodbye...

*MacPhisto leans toward her and plants a kiss on her lips, wrapping his harms around her and very hesitantly, she returns the favor. He eventually convinces her, and as she has his jacket off and her hands inside his shirt, they are interrupted. At precisely the same time, Larry and BluePhisto re-enter the room. BluePhisto drops everything she is holding, including an Absolut bottle. It crashes to the floor and horrified, she freezes.*

Larry: *as he enters* Bona, I've got th--- what in bloody hell?!
BluePhisto: Oh God...

*Bonaphisto and MacPhisto break apart and Bonaphisto's eyes travel immediately to Larry, begging for forgiveness. There is no seduction at all in her eyes, just genuine guilt and repentance. He stares at her, hurt. Mac launches himself up and toward BluePhisto, immediately dropping to his knees.*

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[blueeyes]

Originally posted by Bonavoix:
*MacPhisto leans toward her and plants a kiss on her lips, wrapping his harms around her and very hesitantly, she returns the favor. He eventually convinces her, and as she has his jacket off and her hands inside his shirt, they are interrupted. At precisely the same time, Larry and BluePhisto re-enter the room. BluePhisto drops everything she is holding, including an Absolut bottle. It crashes to the floor and horrified, she freezes.*

Larry: *as he enters* Bona, I've got th--- what in bloody hell?!
BluePhisto: Oh God...

*Bonaphisto and MacPhisto break apart and Bonaphisto's eyes travel immediately to Larry, begging for forgiveness. There is no seduction at all in her eyes, just genuine guilt and repentance. He stares at her, hurt. Mac launches himself up and toward BluePhisto, immediately dropping to his knees.*

* Bluephisto goes numb. Macphisto looks up at her with pleading, frightened eyes not daring to touch her*
Bluephisto: Well. That was quick. I mean, I left the room for a moment, what was that in human time? Five minutes? I shouldn't be surprised, in fact I think I have no right to be surprised. I feel really really stupid right now. Stupid for thinking you had a heart at all, stupid for thinking that I could trust you, stupid for thinking that there was something more to you than * She waves her hand at his suit and horns* This. I haven't been wrong in 3000 years. And let me tell you, that is a nasty streak to break.
* Macphisto, trembling now begins to speak, rising up on his knees as he does so*
Macphisto: Darling, darling, I am so so sorry. I was just saying goodbye to Bonaphisto...
Bluephisto: Really? How I wonder, are you going to say goodbye to me?
Larry: * Putting a comforting arm around Bluephisto* Come on, let's get away from these people.
Bluephisto: Just walk me to my room, will you?
* Bluephisto turns on her heel and leaves with Larry who glares at Bonaphisto. Macphisto stays on his knees, on the floor for a moment, and slowly brokenly makes his way to the sofa and turns out the lights nearby. Bonaphisto can see him wipe tears away in the semi-darkness*

 

[blueeyes]

* Larry walks Bluephisto to her room down the hall. He doesn't notice, but her feathers start to fall one by one from her wings, and lay abandoned in the hallway. He is astonished that she is so calm.*
Larry: Well, goodbye. I wish I could have met you under better circumstances.
Bluephisto: * Not even looking at him*
Yes, yes. Well goodnight then. * Shuts her door*
*A moment passes without a sound issuing from her room, one may even think that she is gone, but then the sound of things breaking can be heard down the hallway. Mirrors, vases, tables, chairs thunder and shatter against the walls. An angels's anger is not something to be taken lightly. This horrifying sound continues until there is nothing else in the room to break, and then, a quiet sobbing is heard...and continues for a long time. Eventually, one can hear the buttons of a phone being pushed, many many digits and Bluephisto's voice, ragged and uneven from all her crying.*
Bluephisto: (into phone) Hello? I need to talk to J.C....Hi. *sob* You know what you said about your friend Judas? *SOB* You, you were right, you were right *sniff* I should have listened...It's all my fault, I was an idiot to think he really loved me...No he doesn't, he's probably in there just having a ball...J.C., Ummm, *sob*... I think I want to come home now, *sniff* my feathers are falling out...He broke my heart. * Bluephisto hangs up the phone and cries*

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[FishNeedsABicycle]

MacFishto's fear turns into frenzy as Adam glides closer...she is about to get her devilish arse out of the lounge when suddenly an unexplainable calm overtakes her, (not to be mistaken for the effect of the enormous amounts of alcohol she has consummed this eve). She has never been so taken by another beings beauty...

Suddenly the spell is broken by the commotion Bona, Bluey, Mac, and Larry have caused on the other side of the room...

Adam turns away to see what it is all about, and as he does, Macfishto takes the opportunity to slip out of the lounge and get some well needed air from the backseat of the limo...there will be time for Adam...but now there must be time to think...

 

[FishNeedsABicycle]

<-----AHHH!!! Is not able to express herself as eloquently and creatively as Bluey and Bona, anyone who would like to expand on my character on my behalf is more than welcome to! I love where this story goes! Sorry to interupt the flow of the story with my insecurities! Carry on...

Fishy

 

[blueeyes]

* Adam runs down the hallway and knocks on Bluephisto's door. Something breaks against it and after a moment he enters*
*Macphisto has sat in the dark corner all this time without moving with his head in his hands. Macfishto doesn't know if he is angry, sad, or anything...she hangs back and watches for what seems like hours. He seems like a statue. She approaches and speaks to him softly*
Macfishto: Mac? *no response* Macky? Macphisto? *no response* Darling, darling please talk to me, you are scaring me...are you okay?
Macphisto: * Mumbles* Go away. Leave me alone.
Macfishto: * Crouching down to his face level* I think maybe if you talked to her you could straighten all this out. Don't you think so?
* He slowly raises his face from his hands, Macfishto gasps, his blue eyes are red and swollen from crying, and she sees something no one has ever seen before, his face under his makeup which he has cried off in his grief. His chin still trembles as he tries to hold himself together*
Macphisto: I don't deserve her. Please don't look at me, I ...I just...* Drawing nearer to Macfishto, whispering* I have never felt this feeling before...what do humans call it? Guilt? I feel guilty, I didn't know I could . Oh God. Oh God. What have I done? I was just saying goodbye, I mean that's just what I do...I've never felt bad about it. I feel like dying.
*Macfishto moves to hug him, but Macphisto moves back.*
Macphisto: Don't touch me. Just leave me alone.
Macfishto: You should talk to her, tell her this.
Macphisto: No. I can't. I don't deserve to.
Macfishto: Macphisto, I heard her say she is going home...



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[Bonavoix]

*Bonaphisto sits silently in the corner, having not moved since Larry entered the room. She suddenly feels a nausea rising in her stomach between the heat of her cheeks and ears burning, and a lump forming in her throat. She suddenly coughs, and vomits into a nearby bucket that, earlier tonight, held vodka. Unsure if her sickness is caused by drunkenness or emotional upset, she excuses herself to her dressing room, rinsing her mouth and taking a long drink of water, the first non-alcoholic drink she's had all night. She sees her reflection in the mirror and suddenly realizes how awful she looks, but strangely enough cares very little. Nonetheless, she fixes herself as best she could, more out of habit than intent, and slinks slowly back into the lounge.*

*Bonaphisto glides across the room to MacPhisto... taking a tissue and wiping his tears away. She turns his head toward hers and delves into his deep blue eyes, swollen red from crying.*

*Back in his room, Larry sits dejectedly on the bed, flipping mindlessly through channels on the television. He flicks the tv off and no longer able to hide the tears, grabs his leather coat and the keys to the Harley and takes off.*

Bonaphisto: *back in the lounge* Do you love her?
MacPhisto: Stupid question... of course I love her.
Bonaphisto: Then we have two options. We can either help each other, or we can stay here and finish what was interrupted.


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[FallDownJulie]

*Moon and Edge, now uneasy at all of the tension, tears, and depression that thickens the air of the room, slow their dance to a stop and watch the scene. they look at eachother and whisper back and forth*

Moon: we should really do something. i HATE seeing Bluephisto and Mackie this way.

Edge: so do i. i'll see if i can do something to cheer up Mac.

Moon: ok, good. i'm going to check on Bluey and see if she could use a shoulder.

*Moon leaves the room and heads down the hall... she reaches Bluey's door and cautiously raps on the door*

*nothing but soft sobs answer her knock*

Moon: Bluey? sweetie? is there anything i can do?



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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

 

[FallDownJulie]

*the edge, seeing that macphisto reached a resolution decides to resettle himself on a couch to await Moon's return and hope for the best betwixt the four brokenhearted. he pulls his guitar from... eh.... somewhere, or simply borrows Bluey's from the corner of her limo lounge and lazily strums chords*

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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

 

[blueeyes]

Originally posted by FallDownJulie:

*nothing but soft sobs answer her knock*

Moon: Bluey? sweetie? is there anything i can do?

Bluephisto: Who is there?
Moonphisto: It's me Moonie!
Bluephisto: * After a long pause* Come in.

* Moonphisto enters and gasps at what she sees...the walls are scortched with flame marks, every stick of furniture is broken into slivers, and in the middle of a large broken mirror sits Bluephisto, crying in a black dress*
Moonphisto: How are you darling?
Bluephisto: I am so stupid. I don't know what is wrong with me.
Moonphisto: Darling he....YOUR WINGS!!!
Bluephisto: It's called falling...we aren't supposed to feel hatred.
* Bluephisto's wings have turned black, the places where many of the feathers have fallen out are bleeding a dark purple*.
Moonphisto: Oh Bluey...does it hurt?
*Bluephisto stands up and walks over the yards of broken glass to a bottle of black wine which she drinks from*
Bluephisto: *dully* It feels like nails. * She hears guitar music from the lounge* So, he's having a party in there.
Moonphisto: He is miserable Bluey, I've never seen anything like it.
Bluephisto: * Shouting* He CAN'T BE MISERABLE!!! He has no HEART. * More feathers fall* Even if he did, I hope it breaks into a million little pieces and it feels like this! Or maybe I should show him what this feels like! Maybe I should find someone else and kiss THEM!
* Bluephisto storms towards the door and pulls it right off it's hinges*

 

[FallDownJulie]

Originally posted by blueeyes:
* Bluephisto storms towards the door and pulls it right off it's hinges*

*the rage in which she tore the door away reveals a startled MacPhistom who jumps a step back in surprise. he had come to apologize; beg for forgiveness; spill all of his true feelings. Bluephisto freezes at the sight of his sagging, sorrowful, tear-stained face and her eyes brimm with tears at the sight. She can tell he is truely sorry, but doesn't make a move*

*Moon, now in an awkward position, yet invisible to the two of them, slowly steps backwards into the room, and exits through a side door, leaving them to the time they need to repair their broken matters*


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~MoonPhisto*

"A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship to the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of the light"

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[Bonavoix]

*MacPhisto's eyes dig deeply into hers.*

MacPhisto: What do you want me to do?
Bonaphisto: At this rate, you're the only one who can convince Larry of the truth...
MacPhisto: *understanding what she means* And you?
Bonaphisto: I'll do my best with Bluey...

*MacPhisto runs out of the room and BonaPhisto heads hesitantly toward Bluey's room, fearing the worst.*

*MacPhisto concentrates for a moment, pinpointing Larry's location and heading off in that direction. He walks into the bar and immediately spots Larry sitting on the barstool, pounding a shot. He slinks up next to Larry and sits down.*

MacPhisto: Larry...
Larry: *turns his head, sees Mac and glares* What, haven't you done enough damage already?
MacPhisto: Listen, we're both heartbroken, and I must admit that is an entirely new experience for me... this guilt thing you humans feel... *noticing Larry's ignoring him, starts again.*
MacPhisto: She tried to resist me. Honestly.
*Larry eyes him suspiciously* Honestly.
Larry: She did?
MacPhisto: Yes. It took me three times as long to get her to give in than it used to... you've really taken a toll on her.
*Larry puts down the shot glass and turns to him, now half interested.*
MacPhisto: You know, she vomited something awful after you left.
Larry: That has nothing to do with me... how many martinis did she have tonight? She could barely speak straight, but I'll hand her this, she has incredible tolerance...
MacPhisto: Well, alcohol does not have the same effect on a devil that it does on humans. You know she didn't move for nearly a half hour after you left... not a muscle.
Larry: *pausing* Really...
MacPhisto: Really...
Larry: *pausing again* You're a devil, a liar. Leave me alone...
MacPhisto: Fine, but you know, Larry, she was considering crossing to the Other Side for you... do you know how upset the father below would be?
*MacPhisto rises and leaves the bar. Tears well up in his eyes again as he pictures Bluey in all her radiance. Larry ponders what MacPhisto said, then climbs on his Harley and leaves, determined.*

*Bonaphisto knocks softly on BluePhisto's door and she answers, but upon seeing BonaPhisto, slams it shut promptly, as she yells back--

Bluephisto: Oh, so sorry. I was expecting J.C.
Bonaphisto: Bluey, please...
Bluephisto: You've said enough. Leave.
Bonaphisto: *sigh* I resisted him as long as I could... he wanted to say goodbye. You know that's just how he is... *Bonaphisto hears slamming from inside the room* You know he said he'd never get over you...
*Bonaphisto walks away, back into the lounge and sits on the gold sofa. She begins to sob.*

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[FishNeedsABicycle]

MacFisto reclines in the lounge intent on finishing the cosmopolitan she was working before all of the commotion began, upon taking a long sip, and glancing over the rim of the glass, she notices BonaPhisto has snuck into the room, and is sitting motionless in the corner...

She slowly approaches and as she does, notices Bona is sobbing softly to herself, MacFishto kneals before her, and gently places a reasurring hand on Bona's knee, and offers her a red silk hankey...

Bona: Thank you dah-ling
Macfishto: What is the matter dear? Silly question, I know what is the matter...forgive me dear, a better question would be, would a willing ear be of any use to you?


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Fishy
The Bedazzled Merch-Maid and Fashion Chair of Orgasmatron
and
The Original Hot Potato of LAYS

You put on the leather pants and the pants start telling you what to do. -Bono

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[blueeyes]

Originally posted by FallDownJulie:
*the rage in which she tore the door away reveals a startled MacPhisto who jumps a step back in surprise. he had come to apologize; beg for forgiveness; spill all of his true feelings. Bluephisto freezes at the sight of his sagging, sorrowful, tear-stained face and her eyes brimm with tears at the sight. She can tell he is truely sorry, but doesn't make a move*

Bluephisto: Your face is all...
Macphisto: What happened to your wings?
*Bluephisto just stands there for a minute, not sure what to do.*
Macphisto: *His red, haggard eyes tear up again as he struggles to explain himself to the angel in the doorway* Bluephisto, I am so sorry and I've never been sorry about anything in my life. I never ever ever meant to hurt you. I was just doing what I have always done, and yes, I am a liar and a devil..But there is a difference, I cannot do what I have always done anymore, I know that now.
Bluephisto: * Her anger rising up again*. You canNOT just come in here and do this. Do not play with me! I even said before you kissed me that I should not be falling for you, but you went ahead anyway...* Crosses her arms cynically across her chest and goes to turn away* Well thank you for curing me of my idealism.
* Macphisto takes off his jacket and throws it to the ground, he takes off his horns and rings and throws them to the ground, he even kicks off his gold boots and wipes his face clean with his hand. He is standing in the hallway barefoot and barefaced before her. He takes Bluephisto's hand and puts it on his chest through his shirt, and looks down shyly for a moment at his bare feet*
Macphisto: I came here like this, in this very unglamourous state because I want you to know that there is more to me than that . Frankly, I didn't know there was anything under all that until tonight. No one has ever seen me like this before...I don't want anyone else to either. Just you. Only you. If you still want to.
* Bluephisto's face begins to soften*
Bluephisto: Actually, it's funny. I always saw you this way. * She cannot help but be moved to tears*. You would think I had run out of tears by now...
* Macphisto reaches up and wipes a tear off her face. She doesn't move away, so he moves a little closer to her*
Macphisto: * Quietly*If you want me to only ever touch you again, I will...
Bluephisto: * Laughs a little* Oh come now. You wouldn't be the demon I fell in love with if you didn't have women all over you! It's okay, I don't care who you flirt with, I know that you only mean it with me...
Macphisto: Can you forgive me?
*Bluephisto touches Macphisto's bare face, and then stands on her toes and kisses his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his neck and then reaches his lips and kisses him passionately for a long time. Macphisto picks Bluephisto up in his arms, takes her into his dressing room opposite the mangled room and shuts the door*




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