Five Word Chain Story
Totally just found the soundtrack for Delia's 'Artie-torture' scene. 



Excited
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It would be an extended/director's cut scene. Four minutes is getting off easy for a murdering rapist.

#DelicatoJustice #TheGuiltyWillPay #MakeThemFeel
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Delia: "You're gettin the whole song, Artie... on loop..." *swings cattle prod like a night-stick*
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OK, I'm startin' to think this Delia chick got me a little bit turnt... Sshhh, don't tell nobody...

Happykitten
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"Just give me one thing, that I can hold onto..." 

Delia is lip-synching this line to him as she grabs him by the balls, HARD!
He screams and that's when she fills his mouth with cattle prod.

The mind-movie is real, lol.

Yeah, I got this song on loop, RIGHT. NOW. lulz

#thatboyaintright
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Cookies and punch had arrived. 

The authors quickly gathered near.

Naptime would come too soon. 

They put away their crayons.
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(10-21-2020, 06:08 PM)Guest Wrote: Delicato moved toward the exit and paused under the door jam. She casually moved her long dark hair over her shoulders and let it cascade down her back. Her ass seemed to float outward like the face of a seal emerging from the foam. Her beauty gripped the establishment and all of its patrons like a soft palm covered in KY Warming jelly. For a second, nobody breathed, and this is what she needed. When a Martian gets erect, it makes a distinct sound, like a dog whining while being choked. She listened intently, and sure enough, there it was. She spun around and pointed directly at the Martian's hiding place.

"Get the fuck out here, bucko", she commanded.

Detective Delicato  the brunette version .

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Takes it

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[I figured I'd add this one here to keep all the Delicato stuff together.]


She was on fire. A mission that burned in her gut and her soul. That passion to right the terrible wrongs
of injustice had risen once again and Detective Delia Delicato was out for blood. May God have the greatest
of mercy on whomever got in her way. Hell hath no fury...

She felt a renewed sense of righteousness after avenging her sister's cruel and senseless murder. With that
victory behind her she set out to save a growing population of Earth's most vulnerable victims: Its children.

That mission landed her in some of the most desperately impoverished places in our modern world. The slums
of Honduras being one of the worst she'd ever seen. It was heartbreaking. Human trafficking had left it's
miserable claw marks on even the youngest and most innocent of our kind and it lit that fire that now led
Delicato north along the Texas/Mexico border to Juarez. 

Far from being new, these trafficking rings would not only exploit poor children of every age in the sickest
of ways but they would use them to lure in unsuspecting adults. People who were otherwise good and generous
souls only wishing to assist these forgotten little ones, would be drawn into abduction schemes and like the
poor innocent young, would become one more among the missing. She knew this must come to an end.



She was bringing that conclusion to all who offend. And neither Hell nor high water was going to stop it.
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"You have him there?"

"Yep."

"I'm on my way..." Delicato said before turning off her phone.

She arrived at the auto shop just after 4pm but it was Sunday so business wouldn't be conducted until
the next morning. Not that kind of business anyway. Juarez was a hustle. Every street, every corner. From
ladies peddling their wares to those selling themselves; if you had the money anything could be yours.

Two men greeted her at the back door of the building. They were speaking to one another in Spanish
but spoke to her in perfect English. Must be CIA or some other ungodly black-ops team. No matter, they
served a purpose and today they would serve Her.

"We good?" she asked.

"All day." said the taller of the two men. 

He stepped aside and she entered. A short trip up the hall to the first door on her right. That's where she
would find the man of the hour. Delicato walked in finding her "informant" sitting freely on an old wooden
chair. He was handcuffed and smoking a cigarette. His eyes met hers and instantly he knew things were
serious. She just had a stare that could cut you in half. Penetrating. She leaned back against a metal table
as the man finished his smoke.

"How do I know I can trust you?" he asked.

Delicato took a few steps towards him, pulling a photo out of her shirt pocket. Holding it in front of him, she
glared down onto what became a mournful expression on his face. He looked up at her, almost in tears.

"When did you take that?" 

"This morning." she shot back quickly.

"Is this a threat?" 

"No. It's your guarantee." she said as she returned the photo to her pocket, walking back to the metal table.

The man wiped sweat from his dirty face and took a moment to think.

"Guarantee that you'll kill my family?"

Delicato lifted herself up to sit on that table.

"I'm afraid we don't operate in the same way that you and your people do."

"So you're not gonna hurt them?" he asked.

Delicato jumped down from the table and walked over to grab another of the wooden chairs. She placed it right
in front of her querent, backwards, and sat down facing him.

"You're going to get me the information I need or moves will be made." 

"So, this is a threat!" he accused.

"More of a promise." Delicato said in a hard tone.

"To do what?" he asked.

The wily Detective gazed into his eyes, locking onto what little bit of a soul this low-life had left.

"I will take your wife and two daughters far away from here. To a place you've probably never even heard of.
And they'll get different names and identities. A whole new life for them. Starting over, fresh and clean. Without
You!"

The man shot up from his chair in anger as Delicato got to her feet. Her hand quickly finding the gun she had
tucked away in the small of her back. She held steady, awaiting his next move.

"I die either way! Nothing you say or do changes that!" he yelled.

Delicato relaxed and rested both arms now at her sides.


"Then maybe child-trafficking wasn't your best career opportunity..." she said before walking from the room.
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A few words on Detective Delicato.

Firstly, I love this character! To me, she's the embodiment of a perfectly balanced Woman. 
She's beautiful, feminine, extremely intelligent and she's got balls! She's complete in herself but she's
not one of those feminazi types who hates men, hates the world and lives a miserable lone existence 
of bitterness and regret. She's Evolved. She get's it. Nothing stands in her way, ever.

I grew up in a houseful of women, so my heart certainly goes out to them. I like to see truly empowered
females. Not the agenda-driven fakes that now saturate society. That's not empowerment, it's just brute
force in numbers. When the world is full of screaming, it's the whisper you should hold out to hear.

I detest the idea of women being marginalized, mistreated or abused. So strength of character is a non-negotiable 
trait to be cultivated from a young age for them. For everyone really. But it has to be pure, Real. Delicato got
the right upbringing, in my opinion. Maybe she had to scratch it out for herself but regardless of how she got
to the dance; she's definitely the prettiest most well-informed girl there! A powerhouse that is both super-hero
AND damsel in distress. In the perfect combination. Just the right recipe. She feels otherworldly but still very
much realistically Earth-bound. 

This I think, is one of - if not THE major reason why - I love writing for her character. I know that no matter
what she does or where she goes, she's going to do it ALL the way, with ALL her heart! Righteously. There's 
no half-measures with her! All in or stay home! And I don't think it's about obsession. I really feel it's coming
from a sense of duty to always do the right thing for its own sake. Passion. Drive. It's in her DNA.

I feel extremely comfortable with this character. It's almost easy writing her scenes/stories. I feel them
first. Then I see them, in my mind's eye. Then I watch them play out in my head, like a movie. They're
always Perfect! Even though I am FAR from it! Her blueprint is staggering and True. And it's a real blessing
that I get to work with her. 

Thanks again, MO, for sharing this character and Universe here. It's been a wonderful experience and I've
thoroughly enjoyed seeing the world through her eyes, even if in brief glimpses. 

\m/Delia\m/

\m/MO\m/
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Three months; he was back.
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[The next day]


Delicato sat on the side of her bed in that squalid hotel room. Her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Aarrggh, noooooo - " a voice screamed until the line went dead. Then a text message came through.

It was a photo of her informant, beaten to a pulp. Another text. This time, GPS co-ordinates. She quickly
got in touch with her contacts.

"Yeah" said the male voice on the other end of the line.

"We got a hit!" Delicato said excitedly.

"Let's go." said the voice.

Delicato jumped from the bed, grabbed her side-arm from the night-stand and rushed through the door.


The winding gravel road passed through some of the most treacherous country in Juarez. You don't just
have car trouble out here; you have Life trouble. 

"How fucking far have we come already?" Agent 1 asked.

"Too far if you ask me!" Agent 2 replied.

Delicato sat silently in the backseat. She had no idea what awaited them but that was the job. She wasn't one
given to nervousness but this particular outing had her concern held hostage. Is this the day it all goes wrong?

They come over a rise and see a car burning in the near distance. Agent 1 slows down.

"What the Hell?" he said in disbelief.

Both agents look at each other, then back at the road. Slowly, they approach the spectacle as Delicato leans
forward in her seat. Now only yards away, they could feel the heat. Delicato starts to get out.

"NO! No..." Agent 1 cautioned.

She returns to the middle of the backseat. The burning vehicle hosted three charred occupants. Too far gone
to make heads nor tails of. They now see two men standing in the middle of that desolate gravel road, both 
armed with machine guns. Pulling to a stop ten feet away, they sit with the engine running awaiting instructions.

One of the men motions for Agent 1 to kill it. He turns the key and both men walk to the car, one on each side.

"Afuera!" demanded the man on the driver's side. Agent 1 begins to open his door when corrected.

"NO! La mujer!" came the man, louder with a touch of anger.

The agents look at Delicato. She sees panic in their eyes.

"I'll be fine." she said opening her door.

She walks to the front of the car and the two henchmen lead her towards two other vehicles parked just
up ahead in a clearing. The wind was hot and it was blowing dust and uncertainty in all directions. They got
close enough to see a man standing beside the large SUV; another man in front of him - bound, gagged and
on his knees. It was Delicato's informant. This was bad.

The men stopped and motioned for her to continue. She walked right up to where the unknown man stood.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" said the clean-cut, dapper looking Mexican gentleman as he tapped his watch.

Suddenly, the car she rode out in exploded. Two hundred feet away and she could still feel the blast. She flew
forward and hunched down. Reflex. That car was sky high in a thousand pieces. The agents probably never 
felt a thing. 

"What the fuck???" Delicato screamed in shock.

"You won't be needing them anymore." said the smiling gentleman.

Delicato stood up to get her balance. It was all going to Hell faster than she had anticipated.

"Allow me. My name is Enrique Rios Castillo Sanchez. But you can call me Sancho."

He smiled even wider as he zapped her informant with a cattle prod. The man cried out, as much as one can
with a bandana gag. He'd been tortured and it showed. Blood and cuts and bruises mapped his whole body.

"In case you're wondering about the car on your way in..." he went on.

Delicato knew full well who they were now. And their father and husband was soon to join them.

Sancho opened the back doors of the large, black SUV and came out with a red gas can. He walked
up to the man on his knees, setting the can down, looking Delicato in the eyes.

"How dedicated are you?" he asked.

She didn't quite know what he meant but didn't like where this was going.

The henchmen now pick up the beaten man by his arms and drag him away from the two vehicles.

"There should be fine." Sancho announced.

Delicato stood watching on as this whole thing took shape. The man picked up the plastic can and held it
out towards her.

"I give you the honor." he said, still beaming that smile.

"You want me..."

"Yes, to pour." he returned.

She was caught in a very tight spot. Either way, she was more than likely dead. How would she go out?

"I can't help you." she said in a grave tone.

The man lost his friendly smile. His face now blank of emotion.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah." she said, maintaining a lock on his eyes.

"If you want anything done right..." he said as he walked towards the man about to die.

In a split second Delicato drew her weapon as the other men raised their guns. Sancho turned to look
and laughed jovially.

"So, chiquita has claws, no?" he bellowed.

He motioned for his men to lower their weapons. Delicato didn't flinch.

"There are five well-trained snipers with You in their cross-hairs at this very moment." he admitted.

Delicato scanned the surrounding area for anything that stood out.

"You don't have to take my word on that, but it would be wise."

She walked over to him while putting her gun away. He was smiling again.

"Now, where were we?" he asked before pouring the gas onto his ex-associate.

"Wait!!" Delicato shouted.

He stopped, set the can down and turned towards her.

"Why not just shoot him and be done with it? Why burn him?" Delicato questioned.

Sancho smiled, shaking his head. 

"This man is a rat! A sneak, that cannot be trusted! Not to mention a violator of children! Why should
he get quick and painless?"

Delicato stood in that uncomfortably warm breeze awaiting whatever was next. She knew her words would 
fall on deaf ears. He went back to pouring on the gas. Once empty, he reached into his pocket for a book of
matches. 

"Last chance?" he said grinning at Delicato, waving those matches at her. She stood motionless.

"Muere para siempre cerdo!" he yelled, throwing the lit book onto the gas-soaked man.

The flames were instant. Blazing, bright orange. Sancho backed away as the man shrieked in what had
to be the most excruciating pain. At least until the nerve endings were gone. What a horrible way to die.

He walked over to Delicato, standing right in front of her. Looking into her still but frenzied eyes.

"His own daughters. He ruined, his own daughters." he said.

Tears were running down Delicato's face.

"They would never be the same. Better they leave this life behind." he said softly.

"For that you kill them?? They were just children!!" Delicato shouted.

"I had the decency to shoot them first. I would never burn children. I'm not a monster."

Delicato wiped her face, trying to figure out this nightmare.

"And their mother??" she asked.

"She knew and did nothing. So she didn't receive the same kindness." he replied.

Delicato's head was spinning. This cunning psychopath had every box ticked. 

"You deal in the flesh of children yet you kill a man for doing what your very services provide?"

"I never touch them! Business is business." he said in a raised voice.

"That's a very strange and fucked up line you've drawn for yourself there!" Delicato barked.

"It is what it is, chiquita." he returned, attempting to rationalize his evil deeds. 

He walks over to the other vehicle; a decent, clean late model car. Slapping the roof and once again; smiling.

"THIS, is for you!" he said, looking at Delicato.

She was still, holding his gaze. It felt like forever.

"Full tank, keys in the ignition. Spare in the trunk, just in case." he offered with a giggle.

Delicato slowly makes her way over to the car. Would she get a mile down the road and end up like Agents
1 and 2? This was what the experts would call a lose-lose. Nobody was walking out of that desert. It was 
drive or it was your resting place. Tick-tock on those choices.

"And?" she asked.

"You leave Juarez, and I will let you!" he said with restrained enthusiasm.

"Today, right now! And you live." he continued.

Delicato looked at the car, then at Sancho. This didn't feel right.

"So I just drive out of here and that's it? No tricks? You just let me go?" she quizzed.

"I have great respect for you, even by reputation alone. So yes, you leave right now; you live. No tricks."

Delicato stares into the distance. So many miles of brush and cactus. That hot air made her dizzy.

"If I say no?" she asked.

Sancho walked closer, now only inches away. He glances over at the smoldering corpse, then back at 
Delicato. They keep locked in for several seconds.

"How long until you're down on your knees burning?" Delicato questioned in a low, sombre tone.

Sancho beamed brightly. "It's anyone's guess!" 

He signals to his men and they all get inside the SUV. The engine cranks and they drive away.
Delicato watches as their vehicle disappears into a cloud of dust. She then walks to the car left for her
and climbs inside. She grips the wheel hard and sobs uncontrollably. Banging both hands against the
dashboard, she screams her face red. This wasn't how her day was supposed to end. She started the car
and sped away from all that confusion.



This wasn't defeat. This was re-grouping.
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Just a few edits to post #213. Wording and clean-up.
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(12-18-2020, 02:56 PM)somethingelseishere Wrote: The winding gravel road passed through some of the most treacherous country in Juarez. You don't just
have car trouble out here; you have Life trouble. 

"How fucking far have we come already?" Agent 1 asked.

"Too far if you ask me!" Agent 2 replied.

Delicato sat silently in the backseat. She had no idea what awaited them but that was the job. She wasn't one
given to nervousness but this particular outing had her concern held hostage. Is this the day it all goes wrong?

They come over a rise and see a car burning in the near distance. Agent 1 slows down.

"What the Hell?" he said in disbelief.

Both agents look at each other, then back at the road. Slowly, they approach the spectacle as Delicato leans
forward in her seat. Now only yards away, they could feel the heat. Delicato starts to get out.

"NO! No..." Agent 1 cautioned.

She returns to the middle of the backseat. The burning vehicle hosted three charred occupants. Too far gone
to make heads nor tails of. They now see two men standing in the middle of that desolate gravel road, both 
armed with machine guns. Pulling to a stop ten feet away, they sit with the engine running awaiting instructions.

This scene kept playing out in my head yesterday and today with all kinds of sounds and it inspired 
me to put something together. A sort of soundtrack I guess.



https://soundcloud.com/something-else-is-here/stellium

For once, I think the Soundcloud upload actually sounds better than the YT one. Derp.
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[Two days later]

Delicato sat in the less-than-average diner staring at the table. It wasn't exactly dirty but clean was
a fair few paces away. She looked around the establishment. Just her, an old man reading the paper
and a trucker finishing his breakfast. Pretty dead for nearly noon. Maybe that's why she was here.

An older gentleman enters and walks to the counter. He places an order, smiles at the waitress and
turns to scan the entire place. He eyes Delicato hard but her back is to him. She seems lost in her
own world. He walks over and sits in the booth across from her. Their eyes connect and he smiles.

She doesn't.

"I'm at least as big a fool as you are." he said, looking her up and down.

"Well, you did pick this diner." she snapped back.

"The story hasn't changed. I still can't help you." said the man as he removed his cap.

"That's not what a girl wants to hear after driving six hours."

His coffee arrives and he thanks the waitress. She looks down at Delia and smiles but Delia
pays her no mind. The lady walks away without speaking.

"So that's it? I come all this way for nothing?"

"No. I wanted to see you." he said, taking a drink from his cup.

"Well this was fucking grand!" she said as she scooted from the booth.

"Hold your horses!" the man replied.

Delia stopped and scooted back in. She moved her near empty coffee cup out of the way and leaned 
forward resting her folded arms onto the table. Staring out the window, then at the old man.

"Aren't you tired of it yet?" he asked, stirring creamer into his coffee.

"Of what?"

"Chasing blood trails." he offered.

"It's what I know." 

"It's what's gonna get you killed!" the man said now looking up into her eyes.

"Shitty coffee and a lecture. So glad I came!"

"What are you now, thirty-five? You got your whole life in front of you - "

Delia cut him off.

"I seriously don't need this!" she said leaning back with her arms crossed.

"Why don't you go back to Dallas and put in for a desk job? Break a few pencils, wad up some
printer paper and before you know it; retirement!" 

Delia cracked a smile and laughed lightly.

"Yeah, and I can put on twenty pounds, find a nice man, spit out a couple brats and my life will
be complete! Right? That the tired line of bullshit you came here to drop?"

"At least you wouldn't end up a burned corpse in some Mexican border town!" he said with more volume.

The waitress and the old man at the counter reading his paper looked over. Delia's guest smiled at the
waitress and she grinned back. He wasn't even making a dent. Delia was what she was.

"Look, I need those contacts. And you're the only one that can get them for me."

The man sat staring out the window. He would do anything to help Delia but sending her to certain death
wasn't something he could abide. He knew she would never give up fighting the good fight. No amount of
talking would ever change her mind. Delia was as headstrong as they come. They were alike in that respect.


She was after all his daughter.
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Quote:"How long until you're down on your knees burning?" Delicato questioned in a low, sombre tone.

Sancho beamed brightly. "It's anyone's guess!" 

[Just had an idea for an alternate line.]

Sancho beamed brightly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out another book of matches and holds them
out towards Delicato.

"For when that day comes."

She gives him a hard go to Hell look and he drops the matches at her feet and walks away.


#DelicatoGotMeTurnt

lol
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This latest run with Detective Delicato [the human/child-trafficking story] has placed her physical 
appearance, at least in my mind, as American actress Keri Russell. March 23, 1976. 
So she's an Aries, not a Scorpio like Veronica Lake. Sorry MO. : ( 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keri_Russell

It was a flash I caught from a snip I once saw on YouTube of the show The Americans and she had
a short, flustered, blonde pixie cut. She looked kinda rough, like it had been one of those kinds of days, haha. 
[Totally for her character, I'm sure!] But that's the image for Delia in this particular installment. Maybe the hair
is a little longer than a pixie do, but definitely just short of shoulder-length. I'm weird. : /

Now, I've never seen the show, don't even know what it's about. I did however YT a couple trailers for
it and it looks good! Here's one I liked:



While Delicato IS a "detective" [on paper] I'm finding she's really more of a multi-level, multi-agency
BAD-ASS that works internationally [if need be] and just "gets in where she fits in". I like to keep that
freedom open wide with her. You can't just nail her down to one time or place! She's ultra-cosmic! ; )

So that's how I'm feeling her this go around. And it feels good. Natural. Real.
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EDITS to post #217. Got my tenses all fucked up, lol.
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OK, I have NO idea where I got the pixie-cut from, lol, but this is a pic of how she looked
in the clip I was talking about.

https://imgur.com/VaV7SDO

I know it's a wig, and it looks wiggy, but just imagine it being natural with slightly darker
roots and a few sun-kissed highlights. Wind-blown and sweat-moistened. 

I'm not a perv, it's Juarez. It's hot. Hair sweats too. lol
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