Date: Sun, 6 Oct 1996 07:33:11 -0400 From: ILCzJules1@aol.com To all, Hello and welcome. I feel an explanation is necessary for my Ep. Slants. You must initially understand that I am a Cousin. Who is, first and foremost, of the Unnamed Faction. And that these were written and posted for the entertainment of the UF Loop. What I do is take a scene or scenes from an episode and, as I re-tell the selected story bits, I interject my own brand of facetiously humorous, sarcastic and/or sometimes serious - remarks, comments and observations. All with an Unnamed Cousinly point of view. Agree or disagree, it's all meant to be taken as 'tongue in thong'...oops, I mean 'tongue in cheek', the *other* set cheeks ;-[)! Be aware -- These are PG13, at times. And some are much better than others, since they span a period of months and I got more adept as I went along (I hope .). Also, they are listed in alphabetical order, not chronologically to my posting. So, enjoy...or not. Either way these Ep. Slants are mine, Illinois Jules (aka Julie Swendsen). I will never own the rights to any of the FK characters or their lines, and they are only being borrowed for the nonprofit enjoyment of myself and my Unnamed friends. If I ever finish bending these to my needs, I *will* return them, only slightly spindled and barely mutilated. Illinois Jules Input gleefully accepted. __________________________________________________________ Ep. Slant: The Code -- Present day: Blond Hormone is listening to the Nightcrawler's broadcast. Given, as ever, by Our Favorite, Voyeuristic, Walking Orgasm. (Reference thanks to the following borrowed text from the CERK Archives Site [I have my first contribution to FK there, see Avenging Angel ;-[)!]. And to the now departed, Cousin Acya. I miss her. She maintained the Cousins Page, amongst other web sites, currently threatened for demise. Due to lack of ownership.) LC: "Tonight your Nightcrawler is ruminating on friendship, and no one is to be trusted. Who will challenge me on this. Who does not believe that all friendships must sour, slowly, imperceptably, -commenada la cloche-. And in the end it's not the big lie that turns us into mortal" (Uncle couldn't possibly have chosen that *M* word to tease Nicky Boy, could he? Naaah, not him ;-[)!) "enemies, but the little white lies that drive the wedges between us, poison our loyalty" (Read: .) "Do you not agree? Let's discuss it then, friends." LaCroix presents his whole dialogue as if to say, Cut to flash back: 'The wild west', Arizona: Nicholas, vampire extrordinaire [sp?], finds that he is...drunk. His new found 'friend' laughs at him, as he incoherently lolls on the ground in front of the fire. He then passes out. Misc. current story bits. Cut to flash back: Nick regains consciousness to feel someone pulling him up to a sitting position. After being released from the bindings he was unknowingly confined with. [LC kneels close behind N, to his left. physically lifting him] As he looks blearily up, he yanks free from the unexpected hold and glares up at his master. He turns away, irritance shows on his face. N: "LaCroix." LC: [still leaning close. bemused, grinning] "Yesss. Nicholas. Your friend, [tipping back his (Tasty black-Yum!) hat with his thumb] the 'bounty hunter', poisoned you. Curari. Lethal to mortals, merely intoxicating to us." LaCroix' amusement heightens as Nicholas rubs a hand across his aching forehead. N: [turning to LC] "How did you know?" LC: "Where to find you? [the smile still plays across his pale features] Tsk. Oh, poor Nicholas. I, will *always* know where to find you." (The trials Peroxide One must go through to follow his child... Like I can see him lain out on a bed roll under the stars. Between the Gilas [James would like that ] and the saguaro.) [enunciating slowly] "That..is..*our*..code." (No...that is Walking "O"'s code ---heeheehee.) Cowboy Knight turns away. A haunted look of despair is on him as he sinks back with the unsettling truth of the knowledge. Fade out. ____________________________________ Orgasmic One can't stay away for long, can he? So just how *close* was he in that scene? If I were lucky, I *might* be able to slip in a honey stick or two, between them...;-[)!!! The Incorrigible Jules Strikes Again!! Yaaah!!