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abcnewsgathering-blog · 7 years

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COVERING CYCLONE DEBBIE

(Allyson Horn recording an ‘As Live’ report from the flooded Bruce Highway - Photo: ABC News)

Covering the impact of Cyclone Debbie and the subsequent floods that hit Queensland and NSW was a huge undertaking for News, Regional and Radio staff. Here, Brisbane based News reporters Allyson Horn and Josh Bavas and Regional chiefs of staff Fidelis Rego and Chrissy Arthur discuss the challenges of reporting on the cyclone and keeping audiences up to date.

(Allyson Horn doing an early morning cross from Proserpine, Qld - Photo: ABC News)

ALLYSON HORN, NEWS JOURNALIST:

“Covering Cyclone Debbie meant moving around a fair bit as the tracking projections changed. I started in Townsville, then went to Ayr and after that I covered one of the hardest hit areas, Proserpine. All up, I was in the cyclone hit area for about a week. Cyclones generate so much interest, and because of that, everyone wants crosses and information - so I filed for a lot for different programs.

Mainly I was filing for News (radio and TV), local radio, doing live crosses and continually feeding the online blog with pictures and quotes. Then there were international requests and I did Skype interviews with the BBC, multiple radio crosses with stations in Japan, Singapore, London, America, and various places in Europe. It was go, go go.”

(Allyson Horn recording a Skype cGross to the BBC - Photo: Steve Cavenagh)

“Cyclones are so unpredictable, which is why we moved around so much. The biggest consideration with this is judging safety - knowing where to go and when to do it! We had reporters and crews stationed in all the major towns which could have been impacted. Given my previous experience as a journalist based in North Queensland, my bosses trusted my local knowledge of where we could go, what roads would be flooded, when to go into lockdown, and which crews were best placed to get to other areas.”

(Camera operator Steve Cavenagh takes a break beside the flooded Bruce Highway - Photo: Allyson Horn)

“Getting to affected communities was most difficult after the cyclone when many areas were cut off by flood waters. We spent eight hours on the side of the Bruce Highway waiting for floodwaters to recede, just so we could get into Proserpine. It was one of the hardest hit towns, with houses and properties demolished. We were the first news crew in there and the residents were so grateful they hadn't been forgotten.”

(Allyson Horn and Steve Cavenagh at Proserpine - Photo: ABC News)

“Another challenge was fatigue management. Most days would start at 3am, to be ready to start reporting from 4am (which at that point, was 5am Sydney time). I’d usually work solidly from then on, providing live crosses, covering the unfolding story, gathering the elements for my TV news package, scripting, and then doing more live crosses for evening programs. After that, there were more live crosses for radio stations and planning the next day, before getting to sleep around midnight.”

(Allyson Horn finding shelter from the wind to record her voice over - Photo: Steve Cavenagh)

“Sleep was often interrupted, because we were running on adrenaline. As a team, we took breaks when and where we could, we made sure everyone was eating and drinking, and shared responsibilities (our links operator Dean Caton sometimes took over shooting, to give cameraman Steve Cavenagh a break). Being in a consistent team was important and provided great support for everyone.”

(Cameraman Steve Cavenagh and links operator Dean Caton take a break while Allyson Horn writes her script in the background - Photo: ABC News)

“No phone or internet connection was another challenge. You can get the best stories, pictures and information on the road, but it means nothing if you have no way of broadcasting it. We shot some amazing vision and found some great stories around Proserpine but the mobile phone towers were down, and it was too windy at our location on the Bruce Highway to set up the MSAT (mobile satellite). A generous local offered for us to go back to his house to see if it would work better there. When we arrived, we saw he had lost his home.”

(Dean Caton operating the MSAT - Photo: Allyson Horn)

“Through some amazing team work, we managed to get the MSAT up, using a satellite phone to contact the office. At the same time, Steve and I filmed a stand-alone walk through with the resident about the damage to his property. Drone operator Jano Gibson also managed to get some amazing aerials. All this in the space of half an hour! The lesson in these situations is, be ready to change your plans and always be looking for opportunities.”

(L-R: Drone operator Jano Gibson, Allyson Horn, Steve Cavenagh and Dean Caton at Proserpine - Photo: ABC News)

“On top of those challenges, there were no showers, lack of food, no electricity to charge phones, sleeping on the floor of the evacuation centre. Luckily, all our team had covered multiple cyclones and knew what to expect and it was a minor inconvenience compared to what residents affected by the cyclone were dealing with. We sure appreciated our beds and showers when we got home, though!”

(Allyson Horn recording her voice over under a blanket - Photo: ABC News)

“There were some memorable moments: we were sleeping on the floor of an evacuation centre in Proserpine when it was was suddenly flooded. That was a sleepless night. We were camped with 70 firefighters (boy could they snore) and about 500 ml of rain fell, leading to water coming in the door. Luckily, we had our rain jackets as pillows, and some Tim Tams and ration packs to see us through the night!

The other part of reporting on a cyclone that always sticks with me is the people, who despite losing so much, are always so generous with their time, knowledge and thoughts. I can't reinforce how much the ABC is respected and trusted in these situations, and this was a comment made to me over and over again throughout our coverage of Cyclone Debbie and the aftermath.”

FIDELIS REGO, CHIEF OF STAFF, ABC TROPICAL NORTH:

“Based in Mackay, ABC Tropical North’s preparation began on the weekend before Debbie made landfall. Staff brought in supplies, bedding, food, etc. and a special joint breakfast program was mounted out of Townsville on the Sunday before the cyclone, to help locals prepare for what was to come.”

(All hands on deck during the cyclone - ABC Tropical North lead reporter Mel Maddison reading a news bulletin as her daughter watches on - Photo: Fidelis Rego)

“We began our rolling emergency coverage from 4am on Tuesday, March 28, the day the cyclone made landfall, and we provided non-stop coverage until 3pm. In that time, the local breakfast and mornings presenters hosted most of the coverage, with help from ABC Capricornia Chief of Staff Chrissy Arthur and producer Cathy Border. They also handled the hundreds of requests for crosses from ABC bureaux around the country. Some of our local staff also provided crosses to international media. As Chief of Staff, it was my job to coordinate coverage, manage external cross requests, and look after staff. At the height of the emergency, we slept in the office.”

“The main challenge we faced was the loss of our transmitter the day after the cyclone. We lost it for a full day, however we continued to provide vital information to our local community online and via social media. Having extra staff sent in before the cyclone was great, especially given their experience and local knowledge. They acted as mentors to the younger team members and were a steady pair of hands.”

(Reporter Lara Webster out and about covering the impact of the cyclone - Photo: ABC Tropical North)

“As much as possible, we tried to keep our local presenters on air for extended periods throughout the crisis. The feedback we had was that was what the community wanted. In times of emergency or crisis they want to hear information from people they know and trust. Our local staff knew exactly who to call to get that information, what roads would be cut, what creeks would start to flood and were able to pass on that information to our audience well before other media.”

(Lara Webster getting all perspectives on the cyclone impact - Photo: ABC Tropical North)

CHRISSY ARTHUR, CHIEF OF STAFF, ABC CAPRICORNIA:

“ABC Capricornia was heavily involved in emergency broadcasting and newsgathering throughout Cyclone Debbie and the aftermath, as major flooding hit the Central Queensland region.”

(Aerials of flooding at Rockhampton - Photo: ABC News)

“I travelled to Mackay to assist with coverage as the cyclone made landfall, but days later was travelling back to Rockhampton to prepare for the flood emergency. Bundaberg’s Chief of Staff Scott Lamond also travelled to Rockhampton to support the local crew, and the Regional Drive team of Loretta Ryan and Cathy Border came to assist. There were also numerous news and current affairs reporters who visited during the week to provide ongoing coverage.

The team of local reporters and presenters provided emergency information in extended radio programming, via social media and online and also filed news content for radio, TV and digital platforms across the week. In the initial stages, ABC Capricornia also faced the prospect of being inundated by floodwaters. Our building fronts the Fitzroy River and early forecasts meant we were potentially at risk. We had sandbags and water pumps delivered, but thankfully the water didn’t reach the predicted height and we remained high and dry.”

(Watching the swollen Fitzroy River - Photo: ABC Capricornia)

“The Fitzroy River is a very slow moving system: we began extended emergency broadcasting on Sunday morning and the river didn’t peak until Thursday afternoon. We had the luxury of plenty of time to prepare the community and the local Disaster Management Group said this was the “most well-informed” flood event Rockhampton had been through. The Queensland Premier and Queensland Police Commissioner made a personal visit to our station to thank the ABC for its role in emergency broadcasting and helping to keep people safe.”

(Queensland Premier Annastacia Palaszczuk and Police Commissioner Ian Stewart dropped in on ABC Capricornia staff to congratulate them on coverage of the Rockhampton floods - Photo: ABC Capricornia)

“Among the highlights of our coverage was the growth of our social media channels, but our content across all platforms featured important local information and also personal stories of how people were preparing, responding and then recovering”

(ABC Capricornia kept local residents up to date on its Facebook page.)

“We worked to get information to people via several platforms and that was shared widely and helped the community to prepare and stay safe. Central Queensland is also a big region and it wasn’t just Rockhampton that flooded. We were able to quickly get reporters to other parts of Capricornia which had been devastated by flooding. The content generated from these smaller communities and outlying areas was powerful and compelling.“

(Josh Bavas reporting live from Bowen during Cyclone Debbie - Photo: ABC News)

JOSH BAVAS, NEWS JOURNALIST:

“Cyclone reporting is anything but glamorous. There was a moment when that reality sank in – somewhere between having a ‘shower’ with wet-wipes and eating dry Nutri-Grain and ginger beer for lunch. It’s a little hard to stay presentable when there’s no power, no water and of course, no coffee!”

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The view from Josh Bavas’ motel doorway of a tree snapping as Cyclone Debbie sweeps into Bowen - Video: Josh Bavas).

“Our reporting team of four was cooped up inside three small motel rooms in Bowen during the cyclone and we weren’t exactly sure what the town would look like when we finally emerged. Anyone who sat out Debbie in the dark will tell you how stressful it was to be inside for hour upon hour, listening to the wind howling through the windows and roof.”

(Bowen motel ‘studio’ – ipad and light set up for live crosses during the cyclone crossing when it was too dangerous to go outside - Photo: Josh Bavas)

“It’s when all the planning is finally tested: Did we pick the best position before the cyclone hit? Is it a strong building? Are we out of the tidal surge zone? How will we access power to continue rolling coverage? And where do we need to go once the storm has passed?

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Russel Talbot filming on the Bowen foreshore the day before the cyclone hit - Video: Josh Bavas

“I had previously covered two cyclones in Bowen (Cyclone Ului in 2010 and Cyclone Anthony in 2011) but these were completely different; they were nowhere near as big or slow as Debbie. Cyclone Anthony blew in as a category two cyclone one Sunday night, taking out a couple of windows in the local hotel and by Monday morning, Bowen was virtually back up and running.

(Inside a cyclone damaged home at Hydeaway Bay - Photo: Josh Bavas)

“Cyclone Debbie took her time and overstayed her welcome, leaving a trail of destruction in her path. She left thousands of people scrambling without water, power and food and sent tourists packing.”

(Josh Bavas cooking sausages for the ABC team camped in Bowen - cameramen Scott Kyle and Russel Talbot and radio reporter Annie White - Photo: ABC News)

“The night after Debbie passed, our cameraman Scott Kyle reminded us of a packet of sausages we packed away in an esky with ice. After a day of cold wind, soggy gum boots and round the clock reporting, we finally had the chance to cook up a dozen hot delicious snags. It's funny how low your food standards drop when there's little to go around.”

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ulrichgebert · 4 years

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Eine Welt ohne Jerome-Kern-Lieder wäre natürlich fast noch blöder. Das (oder zumindest mit deutlich weniger) wäre passiert, wenn er nicht die Abfahrt der Lusitania verschlafen hätte. Im Film ist es natürlich viel dramatischer. Der “Dramatic Life Story”-Aspekt ist ohnehin etwas übertrieben, aber die reizendsten Leute singen wirklich viele schöne seiner Lieder, spielen Show Boat, so wie wir es uns immer gewünscht hätten (mit Lena Horne nämlich), außerdem fand anscheinend der ersten Kontakt unserer noch ungeborenen Hausmuse mit Gesangsarrangement ihrer späteren Patentante Kay Thompson statt.

#Till the Clouds Roll By #June Allyson #Lucille Bremer #Judy Garland #Kathryn Grayson #Van Heflin #Lena Horne #Angela Lansbury #Tony Martin #Virginia O'Brien #Dinah Shore #Frank Sinatra #Robert Walker #Film gesehen #Musical #Jerome Kern #Richard Whorf #Vincente Minnelli #Al Hirschfeld

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thepopculturearchivist · 5 years

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FILM DAILY, June 8, 1944

#vintage ad #vintage advertising #1944 #1940s #movie ads #metro goldwyn mayer #mhm #van johnson #june allyson #Jimmy durante #lena horne #al hirschfeld

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newmanspaul · 3 years

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OLD HOLLYWOOD STARS & THEIR ZODIAC SIGNS

Aries: Gregory Peck, Spencer Tracy, Bette Davis, Joan Crawford, William Holden, Doris Day, Anthony Perkins, Debbie Reynolds, Ann Miller, Billie Holiday, Karl Malden, Warren Beatty, Marlon Brando, Charlie Chaplin, Mary Pickford, Lon Chaney, Steve McQueen, Ed Begley, Melvyn Douglas, Alec Guinness, Leslie Howard, Jayne Mansfield

Taurus: Jimmy Stewart, Fred Astaire, Bing Crosby, Audrey Hepburn, Katharine Hepburn, Don Rickles, Orson Welles, Tyrone Power, Rudolph Valentino, Gary Cooper, Henry Fonda, Shirley MacLaine, Shirley Temple, Anthony Quinn, James Mason, Ella Fitzgerald, Lionel Barrymore, Phil Silvers, Jack Klugman, Harold Lloyd, Mary Astor, Simone Simon, Margaret Sullavan, Eve Arden

Gemini: Judy Garland, Bob Hope, Dean Martin, Errol Flynn, Laurence Olivier, Marilyn Monroe, John Wayne, Tony Curtis, Rosemary Clooney, Douglas Fairbanks, Burl Ives, Al Jolson, Stan Laurel, Vincent Price, Basil Rathbone, Rosalind Russell, Hattie McDaniel, Priscilla Lane, Josephine Baker, Jeanette MacDonald, Peggy Lee

Cancer: Ginger Rogers, Eva Marie Saint, Natalie Wood, Olivia de Havilland, Barbara Stanwyck, Lena Horne, Jimmy Cagney, Milton Berle, Yul Brynner, Peter Lorre, Red Skelton, Jane Russell, Gina Lollobrigida, Leslie Caron, Farley Granger

Leo: William Powell, Myrna Loy, Mae West, Clara Bow, Norma Shearer, Esther Williams, Walter Brennan, Robert Mitchum, Louis Armstrong, Peter O’Toole, Jack Haley, Bert Lahr, Alfred Hitchcock, Maureen O’Hara, Lucille Ball, Shelley Winters, Dolores del Rio

Virgo: Lauren Bacall, Gene Kelly, Sophia Loren, Claudette Colbert, Greta Garbo, Donald O’Connor, Ingrid Bergman, Peter Lawford, Fredric March, James Coburn, Fred MacMurray, Peter Sellers, Raquel Welch, George Chakiris, Vera Miles

Libra: Jean Arthur, Carole Lombard, Montgomery Clift, Rita Hayworth, Deborah Kerr, Charlton Heston, Mickey Rooney, Lillian Gish, Groucho Marx, Buster Keaton, Bela Lugosi, George C. Scott, Lenny Bruce, Walter Pidgeon, Greer Garson, Joan Fontaine, Brigitte Bardot, June Allyson, Julie London

Scorpio: Richard Burton, Rock Hudson, Vivien Leigh, Burt Lancaster, Gene Tierney, Grace Kelly, Claude Rains, Joel McCrea, Johnny Carson, Burgess Meredith, Hedy Lamarr, Eleanor Powell, Veronica Lake

Sagittarius: Frank Sinatra, Kirk Douglas, Sammy Davis Jr, Edward G. Robinson, Rita Moreno, Lee Remick, Boris Karloff, Lee J. Cobb, Ricardo Montalban, Irene Dunne, Agnes Moorehead, Gloria Grahame, Betty Grable, Julie Harris

Capricorn: Cary Grant, Humphrey Bogart, Ava Gardner, Marlene Dietrich, Loretta Young, Ethel Merman, Eartha Kitt, Janet Leigh, Lew Ayres, Ray Bolger, Sal Mineo, Danny Kaye, Oliver Hardy, Oscar Levant, Ray Milland, Elvis Presley, Jane Wyman, Kay Francis, Barbara Rush

Aquarius: Kathryn Grayson, James Dean, Paul Newman, Clark Gable, Jimmy Durante, Jack Benny, Lana Turner, Kim Novak, Ronald Colman, Ernest Borgnine, Randolph Scott, Vera-Ellen, Donna Reed, Jack Lemmon, John Barrymore, George Burns, Arthur Kennedy, Cesar Romero, Jean Simmons, Zsa Zsa Gabor

Pisces: Jerry Lewis, Elizabeth Taylor, Jean Harlow, Nat King Cole, Sidney Poitier, Cyd Charisse, Lee Marvin, Jackie Gleason, Edward Everett Horton, David Niven

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formeandmyfics · 3 years

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JUGENEA FAN FICTION

AT C.G.’s

sequel to ‘At The H.R.’ - Months after their sexy rendezvous at the Roosevelt Hotel, Judy and Gene reunite once again, this time at one of Cary Grant’s infamous parties up on Mulholland

1948

His forehead wrinkled as he felt a tingling sensation on his skin. The comfortable, crisp air suddenly became very warm. The tingling sensation now made its way into his insides. Drifting out of sleep, Gene suddenly felt a spark hit his body and he opened his eyes with the sudden sensation.

Confused, he looked around. He was standing in a living room, one he didn’t quite recognize, but oddly felt familiar. How did he get there from his bed? He looked down and realized he was no longer wearing pajamas but a black suit. Everything felt strange but it wasn’t at all unpleasant. Actually, it was quite pleasant, but peculiar. The atmosphere was muggy and warm, a hazy red glow was in the air, feeling exotic.

Behind him, a blurry figure emerged slowly down the staircase illuminated in red. He heard the sound of familiar heels clicking on the floor in a distance behind him. He knew who it was without even turning around. He just knew. He could already smell her alluring perfume. Gene felt her hand slide along his back before she came into focus. As she slid to the front of him, her hand followed its path to his chest.

Judy.

She wore a ravishing, white evening gown. The dress was long, with a slit cut way up high on her thigh, the strapless bodice accentuated her breasts beautifully. And she smiled at him, a titillating smile that expressed seduction. Her lips were redder and fuller than he ever remembered. Her eyes were dark, almost black, hypnotizing him. She ran her finger slowly down his silk tie before she turned and started to walk away from him. Her hips moved sensually as she made her way to the back hallway. It was Judy, it looked like her, smelled like her, but it she never acted this way. Where was she going?

Judy?

He called out for her in his mind. Why couldn’t he speak? He followed her to where she stood in front of a door. When she turned to look at him, he opened his mouth determined to speak, but she put her finger up to her lips, smiling, shushing him.

Gene stood frozen in place as he watched her lean against the door provocatively, her leg fully visible, beckoning to be touched. The way she looked at him at that moment just screamed sex. He could feel the energy. He could taste it. Opening the door, she motioned with her finger for him to follow her inside before shutting the door behind her. Anxious arousal and confusion spread throughout his being as his hand reached for the door knob. He hesitated at first, but when he grabbed onto the handle, it took a lot of energy to open the door. It was heavy like steel, and his grasp felt very liquid, but he managed to open it.

When Gene shut the door behind him, he found himself standing in the center of an empty soundstage. Where was she? Why did she leave him? Suddenly he felt abandoned, lost. But he could still feel her energy. She was here somewhere.

"Yo, buddy."

Gene heard a harsh voice echoing in his ears. The middle of his eyes wrinkled in bafflement as he turned his head to where the voice was coming from.

"I'm sorry?"

The impatient cabbie turned to look at him over his shoulder, "You gonna pay or are we at the wrong place?"

Gene looked out the window and sure enough they were in front of Ciro's. He immediately reached into his pocket and handed the driver money, "Thanks."

Gene sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He still couldn’t stop thinking about that odd dream he had last night. As he started to walk up to the entrance of the popular watering hole on Sunset, photographers turned from Lana Turner, who just disappeared into the building, and started shouting towards him.

"Mr. Kelly, Mr. Kelly."

"Evening, Mr. Kelly. Over here."

Gene was pulling out his cigarettes as they started flashing and he put his hand up and nodded, turning away from them. He hadn't been here for a night out since the last time he was at Ciro's, months ago, and he wasn't really in the mood for all the hobglob: a term he gave to paparazzi.

After lighting his cigarette, he was about to open the doors when Dick Powell, June Allyson, Peter Lawford and some chorus-girl came charging out of them startling him a bit.

"Oh, hey, Gene," Dick said noticing him first.

Gene smiled wide and shook his hand, "Hey guys," then turned to give Junie a kiss, "Hi sweetheart."

"How are ya, bud," Peter asked placing a friendly slap on his back.

"I'm good. Finally checking out the club scene again."

"Good to see ya back out. Gene, this is Maggie, Fox contract player," Peter said smiling at the bubbly blonde.

"Nice to meet you, Maggie," Gene smiled and kissed her hand.

"Thank you. I love all your films."

"You're sweet. So, what, are you all leaving," Gene asked disappointed.

"Yeah, there's a party we're all headed to. Come on with us," Junie said linking her arm with his.

"Where?"

"C.G's," Rich quipped.

Gene had never been to one of Cary Grant's infamous Mulholland parties, but he had heard about them. As charming and sophisticated Mr. Grant was, his parties seemed a little nuts.

"Oh, you know, the last I heard, from up at Cary's, was that Mickey woke up ass-naked on a pool lounger," they all laughed and he went on with a chuckle, "Not sure it's my scene."

"It's all about self-control, my man," Peter said trying to urge him to come along, "which you have. Mick's got no self-control with anything...especially with legs," he said raising his eyebrows like Groucho Marx.

Maggie giggled and slapped his chest, "Stop it."

"Well, if you're all going I might swing by in a bit. I'll see whose all here first."

"Believe me, everyone you want to hang out with is already at the party," Rich went on.

"Yeah, Kay and Lucille left about 20 minutes ago. Come on, I got a car over there. The girls are already in there waiting," Peter said as he led Maggie away.

Without another word, Junie pulled him along with her making him smile. He couldn't help but just give in. They walked up to Lawford's rented 1947 Cadillac limo and the five of them piled into the back. Gene was the last in, and the minute he shut the door, he was staring at the back of Judy. She was sitting up front laughing horribly with Lena Horne as the driver started the car.

So, those were the 'girls', he thought mischievously as he assumed would be two more chorus girls Pete picked up.

Judy hadn't noticed him as he stared at her surprised. He couldn't see all of her, as he was in the back seat, but he saw her dark lashes as she looked at Lena with wide, amused eyes at something naughty the brunette said, and then her red lips as she burst out in laughter. Her auburn hair was the last thing he saw before the overhead light went off as the driver started the car. He knew she had been in Carmel on vacation for the past 3 1/2 weeks after finishing Easter Parade, but he didn't expect her back for a few more days, and surely didn't expect her to just show up out of no where. But, alas, Ms. Judy Garland did have that way about her.

The two had seen each other and talked since their rendezvous at the Hotel Roosevelt, but they hadn't spent anytime alone. When he started working on Three Musketeers, he didn't even go out to nightclubs. He was just too damn exhausted. And her time working on Pirate and Parade simultaneously had worn her out. He was happy she was granted all that time off, but he missed the hell out of her. Now that he was in-between filming, he was very much looking forward to rekindling with her. His plan was to make up for lost time when she returned from vacation, as she would for sure be well-rested. Judging by how giddy she seemed right now, he was hopeful his plan was working out earlier than expected.

It was dark in the car, but he could see her pale, white shoulders illuminated by the moonlight and he had a sudden urge to touch them...kiss them.

"Look at us, it's like a mini Words and Music reunion in here," Junie said.

"None of us have even started filming yet, baby cakes," Lena said sarcastically over her shoulder.

"That's beside the point, you stinker."

"It's a shame that most of us won't get to film together," Judy added a little downtrodden.

Gene almost chimed in, as he was included in the upcoming film, but he quickly decided that he didn't want her to know he was back there. He wanted to see her face when she saw him. He was playing the game and she loved games.

"Your scene is with Mick, isn't it, Judes," Lena asked.

"I have a musical number with him. You know, three of my leading men are in this picture.”

“And you only get Mick,” Powell stated as he noticed Pete and Maggie huddled close whispering amongst themselves across from him.

“Yah, no, I take that back,” she quickly retorted, “Actually, I have a short scene with Drake, too. Maybe I should ask them to write in a scene with Gene, that way I can act with all three of ‘em,” she chuckled.

June turned to Gene, “That would be swell, wouldn’t it G…”Gene quickly placed his hand over her mouth. She looked at him confused as he pointed towards Judy and then leaned over to whisper, “She doesn’t even know I’m in the car, let’s see what awful things she has to say about me.”

June then reiterated to her husband in his ear and Judy spoke up, “Why’d it suddenly get so quiet,” she turned around in her seat to look at them and Gene quickly bent forward so she wouldn’t catch him.

“Mind ya own business, baby,” Rich said trying to cover up, “You got two couples back here. Sometimes it will get quiet.”

Judy laughed and turned back around in her seat and Lena smoothed her updo, “They all smooching back there?”

“All huddled together like newlyweds,” Judy teased.

“How dare they,” Lena said and she turned just as Gene sat back up straight. Her mouth opened just as surprised to see him but he quickly pointed at Judy and placed a finger on his lips as to say to not give him away. She smiled and turned back around. She, of course, was the only one in the vehicle that knew of her relationship with Gene and loved this charade of Gene’s.

“Judy,” June asked sweetly.

“Yes, darling?”

“If you had to choose, who would you rather work with more, Drake, Mickey or Gene?”

“They’re all different in their own way.”

“Whose a better kisser,” June asked winking at Gene who was smiling.

“Well, I think I have enough class not to answer that.”

“Ok, between Mickey and Gene, which one do you prefer more?”

“It’s Mickey, isn’t it, that little dog,” Rich said in a girly voice.

Judy giggled nervously and scratched her eyebrow, “Please, he’s like a brother to me.”

“Gene then?”

“I didn’t say that,” she quickly said in defense.

Lena glanced back at Gene and did a come-hither motion to get her to keep going and she did, “Gene’s like a brother to you, too, hm?”

Judy sported wide eyes at her friend’s question as she was well aware that Lena asked that on purpose knowing a good-extent of her love-affair with Gene.

“Okay,” Peter said leaning forward, “We all saw those kisses on your Pirate picture. There was no brother-sister dynamic on those takes, you know what I mean,” he laughed naughty.

Judy crossed her arms not annoyed, “I thought you were busy back there, Lawford?”

“Lawford,” he repeated, “Uh-oh, I’m-in-trou-ble.”

“Kissing on screen doesn’t mean you’re into the other actor. She is an actress, you know,” June said.

“And she is married,” Maggie said in Judy’s defense.

Judy and Lena shared mischievous glances at one another. Oh, how naïve that chorus girl was for Hollywood. Gene’s smile widened as he watched Judy smiling at Lena biting her nail like some guilty teenager.

“You must not have read Judy’s biography,” Peter joked to his date.

“You have a Biography? But you’re so young,” she quipped.

Even Gene gave a look to the blonde as Judy placed her fingers on her temple, “No, I don’t have a biog…look, can we please stop talking about me or shall I open up the can of worms that’s all of your discrepancies?” They all murmured “noooo” and she nodded, “Didn’t think so.”

“I think he’s cute,” June went on.

“Who?”

“Gene Kelly. Don’t you think he’s cute?”

“He’s alright,” Judy answered monotoned, forcing herself to seem like she was uninterested.

Lena glanced back at Gene who had his arms crossed and looked baffled. “Well, I for one think he’s a hunk.”

“Yah, for a dancer, I suppose,” Judy went on clearly acting her little heart out for the other’s sake but Lena could see right through. Gene, not so much this time.

Gene leaned forward about to speak when June pulled him back by the shoulder reminding him of his game. “Well, if he’s not a good kisser and not attractive, why do you spend a lot of time with him,” June went on.

“I never said he wasn’t a good kisser and I never said he wasn’t attractive,” Judy answered quite defensively, “He’s a great leading man, we have great chemistry on screen. He’s just…not my type. We’re the best of friends. And don’t you all go talking this nonsense to him, neither.”

Suddenly everyone cracked up. Gene smiled licking his bottom lip, before biting it ready for the charade to end but before anyone could spoil it, the driver stopped and announced they had arrived.

As everyone piled out of the back, Judy grabbed her purse as Lena started to scoot past her.

“Get your game face on, baby,” Lena said before she stepped out of the car.

Judy was confused by her comment, but brushed it off before grabbing the hand that was held out for her. As Judy stood up out of the car, she glanced up at whom she thought was either Richie or Peter, but instead was staring at a very amused Gene. She gasped and whisked her hand away from his clearly shocked.

“Where on earth...” she was going to ask where he came from but didn’t need to continue as the question was written all over her face. Gene just smiled wickedly and she knew.

“There,” she asked in her distinct, but meek, tone as she motioned to the backseat.

“Oh, didn’t you know,” he asked playfully.

Judy couldn’t help but smile embarrassed before she went to get back into the car but he quickly grabbed her arm, “Nah, uh-uh. We have some things to talk about, young lady.”

“Oh, don’t be boring. We’re at a party,” she said just as teasing as she squirmed away from him and caught up to Lena as they all walked towards the front door.

Inside, the party was in full swing and Gene recognized nearly everyone. To the left, in the den, Lucy and Keenan Wynn were entertaining a group with funny anecdotes, while to the right, in the living room, Peggy Lee was entertaining another group as she sang accompanied by George Shearing on the piano. All-in-all, nothing seemed bonkers, as he had heard.

“Hi, Gene,” Angela Lansbury said cheerfully as she walked up to him.

“Hello, Angie,” he said leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Since when do you crawl on top of Mulholland on a school night?”

“I didn’t crawl, I was kidnapped outside Ciro’s by Lawford’s gang.”

“Ah, on a magic carpet no less.”

“Something like that,” he teased back.

C’mere,” she giggled, “Get yourself a drink.”

Together, arm-in-arm they walked to the mini bar in the living room and Gene looked around. As quick as Judy could seemingly appear, she seemed to disappear even faster.

“What’s your poison, darling?”

“Oo, how about Bourbon and water.”

“Simple, simple,” she said as she took it upon herself to make him a cocktail.

“So, where’s your groom-to-be?”

“The last I saw him, he was hiding by a potted palm. Which reminds me, I better go find him. Here you go,” she said and handed him his fresh cocktail.

“Thank you. See you later.”

Gene wandered around and said hi to friends meanwhile looking for signs of Judy. When she didn’t seem to be around in these few rooms, he decided to explore elsewhere. As he passed the den, Lucy waved at him which he waved back before heading towards the hallway.

It was semi-dark as he passed a couple necking against the wall and soon found himself in a large, state-of-the arc library and billiard room. Ann Miller, Bob Hope and Mickey Rooney were in the middle of a pool game as Kate Hepburn chatted with Kay Thompson on the couch by the fireplace.

“Gene, Judy didn’t tell me you were coming,” Kay spoke up surprised as she stood up to walk over.

“I didn’t know he would be,” Gene heard Judy’s voice behind him before she appeared next to him.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked but Kay reached in for a hug.

“I’ve never seen you at C.G.’s before,” she said in her brass voice.

“I was tricked.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I was tricked,” Judy retorted and reached her finger in for the cherry in his drink.

“Hey,” he said seeming annoyed as she plopped the maraschino in her mouth.

“You always give me the cherries that are in your drink.”

“What if I wanted that one,” he said acting sad.

“There are more at the bar.”

If they were alone right now, Gene would have taken the cherry back from her mouth...with his tongue.

His quick thought was interrupted by a loud thump followed by a rolling 8 ball that made Judy jump back.

“A little less force, Mick,” Kate called out.

“Golly, Mickey,” Judy said as she picked up the ball.

“Sorry, Judes.”

Judy handed him the ball as Bob Hope took a drag of his cigarette, “Cary will beat your little behind if you scratch his pool table, Rooney.”

Mick did a double take on the spot and licked his finger before rubbing it on the green baize making the small, white mark disappear.

“Speaking of Cary, I haven’t seen him.”

“He was out by the pool with Betsy Drake the last time I saw him,” Ann said before she leaned over and got into pose to hit her mark.

“Careful, Annie,” Kay said, “your tits are in the way.”

Ann gave Kay a smirk over her shoulder and when she turned forward again, she saw Mickey staring, “Do ya mind?”

“I beg your pardon,” he said smiling and walked out of view.

“Horndog,” Bob said.

Gene turned around to say something to Judy, but noticed she was no longer in the room, “Now, where the hell did she go?”

“Probably getting you more cherries,” Kay giggled.

“I swear, that girl is either a magician or some kind of chameleon.”

“Why are you so agitated?”

Gene didn’t answer, he just took another sip of his drink.

“Is this the first time you’re together again since her vacation,” her voice lowered.

He nodded and watched as Ann continued to hit the balls in the pockets, “Damn, Annie, I didn’t know you could play.”

“I’m a Texas-girl, Gene.”

“Aw, you two should be alone,” she continued.

“I didn’t know she’d be back already. I hopped in Lawford’s Limo and there she was. She didn’t even know I was in there until we got here.”

“Well, why don’t you go talk to her and catch up? She’s missed you.”

He smiled, “Terribly?”

“Terribly,” she breathed in exaggeration.

“Other than the cherry jar, happen to know where she went? She never walked out the door.”

Kay nodded towards the patio door and he gulped the rest of his drink down handing her the glass, “Thanks.”

When Gene walked out onto the balcony, he made an impressed face at the beauty of the surroundings. The back part of the house he was at, he could see the entire San Fernando Valley all lit up in the night sky. Most of the cluster of lights down below were Universal and Warner Bros. studios he could make out clearly, even with the cloudy weather. As he kept walking, the veranda seemed to wrap around nearly the entire house accessorized by patio furniture & a grilling area. He could also see part of the pool area down below as well as he rounded the corner.

Looking up, he noticed Judy standing there, leaning against the railing, oblivious to his presence as she gazed at the skyline. As he got closer, she turned her head. He smiled, but she quickly nodded to look behind him. There, on the next story, was a sitting room, 90 degree walls made of glass where you could easily see people sitting there. He knew in an instant she was warning him to behave.

He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her as they faced the view, "You are like a damn ninja, so sneaky."

"How do you mean?"

"You appear and then disappear. It's like my dream."

Judy turned more towards him curious, "What dream."

He turned towards her just the same, "I had a weird dream about you last night. Wanna hear it?"

"That depends," she giggled a bit nervous.

"Don't worry. This one isn't naughty."

"This one?"

"Mmm. It was so strange, actually. I remember being in bed and then I opened my eyes and I was in some house I didn't recognize. And then you appeared. You didn't say anything, you just made me follow you, like you were seducing me. It felt so real, I didn't realize I was dreaming."

"Then what happened," she asked as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

"You walked through a door. When I went in, I was in a dark, empty studio. You appeared, then disappeared, just like now." She looked at him with the same seductive eyes as in his dream and he continued, "What do you think it means?"

"Maybe you feel lost."

"Maybe I feel like you're drifting away."

"Maybe you're trying to find me."

His eyes sparkled, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips, "Maybe I want you."

Her eyes sparkled back, "Maybe it was just a dream."

Gene's smile turned wide in amusement as he leaned his elbows on the banister and she continued, "And I didn't mean to disappear. Cary just has the most beautiful view in all of Southern California, I think. I've only been up here a few times, but I always I always come out here when I visit."

"It is stunning, isn't it? But you said you have a great view, too."

"I do. I have a lovely view, but mines on the other side of the mountain and not as high up. It's mostly views of the hill. It's not open like this."

Down below, they noticed Cary and Betsy get up from the lounge chairs to walk in. When the host noticed them up above, he gave a smile and a wave. They both smiled and waved back. When pair were out of sight, Gene looked up at the glass-wall room and the two ladies that were in there, had vacated.

He tapped her hand before turning his palm upwards. Judy glanced down at it before nonchalantly looking around to make sure no one was watching.

She placed her hand into his, their fingers entwining and he spoke up in a lower voice, "I've missed you, sweetheart."

"I missed you, too, so much," she said placing he head against his shoulder.

For a moment, they were silent, just enjoying the view until Gene spoke up teasing her, "Not your type, huh?"

Judy laughed, lifting her head, "I had to act Blasé. What did you expect me to do?"

"Tell them how great of a kisser I am not just on screen but off screen as well," he said slowly moving his finger up her arm, creating goosebumps over her porcelain-like skin, "Tell them how much chemistry we have not only when we're acting..." he leaned into whisper in her ear, "but when we're fucking as well." He smiled when he saw her shiver, "Tell them how much I'm not your type when my head is between your legs."

Judy pulled her hand free from his and gave off a breathless giggle as she stepped away from him to create a little space, "See, you're going to get us into trouble," she pointed her finger at him, "Behave."

"Only if you promise to let me drive you home from the party."

"And, uh, darling how to you expect to do that when you didn't drive up here?"

Gene quickly remembered neither had a car, "Shit."

Suddenly his plan of them 'making up for lost time' tonight flew out the window. It's not like he could just ask Lawford to drop them off at a hotel or let them Christian the back seat.

Judy seemed to read his mind from the disappointment on his face, "We can call up Frank. I’m sure he’ll save us.”

“Out of town,” Gene murmured but then perked up, “Kay.”

Judy shook her head, “She drove up with Lucille.”

“And Lena drove up with us. Looks like we’re all out of options of the people that know about us baby cakes,” he saw the disappointment on her face as well which made him feel good that she clearly wanted to be alone with him as much as he with her, but he also didn’t want to waste a good time at the party so he lightened the mood, “We could always hop the fence and pop off behind a tree.”

“And give a chance for a rattlesnake to bite us in the ass,” she joked.

Gene chuckled and walked over to a nearby patio sofa where she followed.

“Cigarette?”

“No, thank you.”

“So, how was Carmel?”

“Oh, golly...”

“You enjoyed yourself?”

“All that time away from the studio, you must be joking. Of course, I did. I just rested and spent almost every waking moment with Liza. We went to the beach and I played a little golf and I ate. Gene, I ate like a horse.”

“Good for you,” he said eyeing her frame which he noticed was just a tiny bit more meaty, in a good way, especially her tits.

“I gained 8 pounds in 3 weeks. Because I’m so little, it’s gonna show on camera. Do you think I should lose it for this collaboration,” she asked curious referring to Words and Music.

“No,” he said almost disgusted, “And fuck em’ if they say something. You look better than ever.”

“Your sweet,” she said placing her palm on his cheek, “So, you’re done with Muskateers?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Less stress right now.”

“Much less stress, but only for a few weeks while I work on my scene for this picture. After that I start on Ballgame.”

“I’m so happy you finally got it going with Stan.”

“Me, too. But a little disappointed that we couldn’t get you as much as we both pushed for it.”

“I know but they want me for Berkley’s of Broadway with Fred,” she said shrugging her shoulders, “Did you get Charlie to direct?”

“No,” he said looking at her with raised eyebrows, “Buzz.”

Judy’s mouth opened wide in horror, “Oh, you’re kidding me.”

“It’s alright, baby. I can handle him more than you can.”

“I swear, if they ever put me in another picture with him in charge, it might be the death of me.”

“Then don’t let them,” he said taking a drag.

“Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done, Gene.”

They sat in comfortable silence, crickets and echoes of the party from inside, surrounding them.

“How are you and Vince?”

“He’s as sweet as can be. Patient,” she trailed off a moment and reached for his cigarette, “Boring.”

“So, the same?”

“The same,” she said exhaling up into the night air, “You?”

“The same. Though, I have to admit, Betsy and I have been fighting a lot more lately.”

“Why?”

“I was kind of taking my frustrations out on her. I would just be so damn irritable that anything she did ticked me off. I haven’t been spending a lot at home.”

“You shouldn’t take your frustrations from work home with you. If that were the case for me and Vince, especially since we’ve worked closely together, we probably would have split up before we even married,” she said as Gene’s friend, not lover.

“It wasn’t just frustration from work,” he said softly referring to their time apart, just not location-wise but intimately as well.

She looked up at him as he was staring at her intently. “We’re both to blame for that, Gene,” she said flicking ashes off the cigarette.

“You know, the more time apart we are, the more I want to toss our two-year ‘agreement’ down the drain.”

Judy nervously licked her red lips before taking another drag and pounding the cigarette out on the ashtray.

“Do you ever think about that night at the H.R.,” he asked, his voice getting husky.

Judy lifted her head, and gave a little smile, “Every day.”

Flashes of him yanking the ribbons on her corset as her hands were placed against the mirror went through their minds. His loud grunts as his hips smacked into hers, her hands grasping the hotel bed sheets, their laughter after they were both sated, their intimate talk in bed in bathrobes, her back arching as his mouth was her insatiable alarm clock also flashed through.

“C’mere,” he said motioning for her to lean into him.

Their lips met just barely when all of a sudden Gene flinched confusing her. She leaned back and he flinched again before looking up squinting one eye.

“What is it?”

“It’s raining, I think.”

One then hit Judy’s cheek and she giggled wiping it away, “I’d say so.”

“Judy, Gene...” Kay said from around the corner and whistled, “Cary wants everyone to do a toast.”

Judy patted Gene’s knee, “Rain check?”

“Funny,” he said getting up and they walked inside.

A little later, everyone was scattered in the living room as a Cole Porter tune was being played over the piano. Judy sat next to their pianist, as Gene stood at the other side of the piano, facing her.

Together they sang 'Night and Day' in a melodic and romantic tone.

Night and day, you are the one Only you beneath the moon Under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darling, where you are I think of you Night and day...

The pianist was concentrating on what his hands were doing, that he didn't even notice the way his singers were staring at one another. Judy and Gene seemed lost in each other as they sang, their eyes sparkling.

As Kay took a slow sip of her martini, she slyly glanced up at the crowd watching the pair. Judging by their relaxed expressions, mesmerized by the entertainment, no one seemed to notice the sensual chemistry radiating from the MGM pair.

As the song started to near the end, Judy broke away from Gene's stare, her eyes falling on their audience, and she smiled at Gene, darting her eyes to the side of him, non-vocally reminding him that they were being watched. He turned around and continued singing. Judy's eyes remained on the back of him, looking completely in awe, but a bit sad. His comment about tossing their '2 year agreement' down the drain was fresh in her mind. At the Roosevelt hotel that one evening, they had admitted they were in-love, but neither was ready to leave their families...yet. If, in two years, they were still unhappy in their marriages, he had said, then they would leave and finally be together. Gene was more unhappy in his marriage than ever, she knew, and she also knew he was serious about that comment. If he did leave his wife, would he expect her to leave Vince? As much as Judy was in-love with Gene, and missed him greatly, she was not ready to do that.

Her thoughts drifted away as she noticed he was currently putting his all into the song. All eyes seemed to be upon him, not only his beautiful tone, but confidence. She felt tears spring to her eyes feeling so very proud of him, how far he came, that she gradually let her singing drift away so he could shine. When the pianist hit the last key as Gene's singing faded, everyone applauded enthusiastically. Gene smiled, nodding 'thank you' before turning around. He took Judy's hand and kissed it. She gave Gene a wink in return.

For a few minutes, Gene conversed with friends as Judy conversed on the other side of the room with others. By this point, there were only about twelve remaining at the party so things were a little more quiet, and a lot more casual and intimate.

"What is that," Peter asked as he shushed some in his group.

"What is what," Lucy asked.

"Listen."

Sounds of hard dings one right after the other, above their heads, were heard. Then in a second, a blanket like a loud crash on the ceiling shushed the entire room. Cary walked over to the patio and ripped open the curtains revealing a torrential downpour over Los Angeles including small hail. Rain, ok, downpour and thunderstorm, rare, hail...no one there had seen in Southern California before.

"Holy camoli," June said walking over to him.

"Oh, fuck, my car," Powell said and quickly left.

"What are you doing," June called out to her husband.

"It's only light hail," Cary said opening the patio door to pick one up.

Lena shook her head as she placed a hand on her hip, "Have you ever seen this before?"

"Not in Los Angeles," Gene replied.

"And we might not ever see it again," Peter said reaching down to take off his shoes.

"What are you doing," his date squeaked.

"I'm not giving up the chance to experience this like mother nature intended," he said as he stripped down to his skivvies as everyone laughed.

There was an uproar of hilarity as he ran out onto the deck and practically danced in the rain. After he tried to persuade his date to join him, and she wouldn't, he started on Lucy and Lena and June who enjoyed the scene but also refused.

When it was Judy's turn, she looked at Kay and Gene over her shoulder, "Think I'll melt?"

She went to walk but Kay quickly grabbed her arm, "What are you doing?"

"Having fun," Judy emphasized, "Everyone thinks I'm crazy, might as well act the part!"

As Judy ran past Cary, and straight into the rain, Kay was so shocked, she took a few steps with her mouth open wide, as if to stop her, but she was already in Peter's arms laughing and getting drenched.

"Jesus," Gene replied before he placed his hands over his face and chuckled.

"Judy, you're insane," Lucy yelled.

"She must be toasted," June replied laughing.

Her wanting to have fun, and make fun of herself, was typical Judy, but her behavior right now out in the storm like that, acting as lunatic as drunk Peter, made him realize June's comment probably rang true. She must have had too much to drink.

After a few minutes of laughter where their belly's hurt, the rain died down and Peter and Judy finally bounced their way back inside. Lucy handed the both a towel and Gene pulled a giggling Judy aside. As he did so, she stumbled just a tad.

"You didn't melt."

"That's because I'm a Black Irish Witch, not the Wicked Witch of the West. Woo, you know, even after being out there, I feel so hot," she said fanning herself.

"All I saw you drink tonight was some wine. What else did you have?"

"I had some drink that the boys gave me."

"What drink?"

"Uh, it was green. They called it some type of fairy."

Gene looked at her like he didn't hear her right, "Absinthe?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Which ‘boys’ gave you that?"

"Why?"

"Because it has psychoactive side-effects to it. It's higher proof than whiskey. I won't even drink that shit, and neither should you."

"Well, I'm not having any hallucinogens, Gene. I knew exactly what I was doing out there."

"It was Mickey before he left, wasn't it?"

"No, it wasn't. And I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"Because you're too protective and you'll have something to say and no one wants to hear what you have to say right now," she teased leaning her chin up at him with a silly grin like a child.

"Not even you," he said wanting to reach down and kiss those lips.

"Nope."

"How about now," he said back, his voice getting lower.

Judy's chest heaved, her smile disappearing, when she felt those certain butterflies invade her torso.

Then it went dark.

"Oh, what the hell," Cary shouted as the entire house went dark including the houses on the hills in the distance.

"What happened," they all heard Powell call out as the front door shut.

"Power's out," Peter replied.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Oh, I'm stepping on wires or something," June's voice was heard, "Oh, what was that?"

"That's me," Lucy giggled.

"Everyone take a hand next to you and follow me into the kitchen. I have a storage of flashlights and some lanterns," Cary said.

"Oh, fun, like a human train," Lena said.

"I'll be in the den. I'm not giving any of you a chance to knock me over," her footsteps disappeared into the next room as the others footsteps disappeared down the hall.

Gene couldn't see shit, but judging by the stillness and silence, he felt he was alone. But wanted to make sure. He swung his arms around gently, to see if he could feel anything that resembled Judy Garland, but just got air in return. He was going to follow into the kitchen, when he heard a few notes play on the piano.

"Whose that," he asked walking over cautiously.

The piano slowly played the bells are ringing...

Gene instantly smiled, "So, that's how you announce yourself now."

"Only to you," she spoke.

"What are you doing over here?"

"Getting out of everyone's way."

"Not everyone," he whispered as he finally caught her.

Placing his hand on her hips, he turned her around, and pressed her body up against his, holding her tight as he felt her breath near his neck. Her fingers then touched his lips gently.

"Oh, there you are," she breathed before he bent his head and she could feel his breath against her lips.

"Here I am," he said before his lips captured hers.

Their lips smacking and sucking sounded awfully loud in the abandoned, dark room but neither cared as they finally kissed again after what seemed like an eternity. When her arms wrapped tight around his neck, Gene plunged his tongue into her mouth, her lips already parted for him. When her hand slightly grasped the back of his head as she took control, sliding her tongue into his mouth now, he felt arousal shoot down to his groin. It made him slightly groan, just a vibration enough for her to hear. He took a hold of one side of her backside as he took a step to push his body into her against the piano. But, she lost a bit of footing and completely sat on the keys in full force that the sound rattled the entire living room as deep as a thunderbolt.

"Who's fucking up my piano," they heard Cary say followed by another footstep behind him.

Then, the flashlight went on revealing Judy and Gene standing shoulder to shoulder looking like frightened deer in headlights.

“What happened,” Rich asked.

“I bumped into her and she fell on the piano keys,” Gene said squinting and held his hand up, “Get that fucking light off me, Grant.”

Carey lowered his flashlight and handed Gene of the small, electric lanterns, “Here, go give this to Kay before she knocks over one of my Tiffany lamps in there.”

Gene gave Judy a look before walking into the next room.

“Do you have any more lanterns?”

“Lena’s turning them on in the kitchen. Go grab yourself one, baby doll,” Cary answered.

“’ll be right back,” Judy giggled as she passed Cary & Richie.

Gene returned back in the living room a few minutes later, after talking to Kay once Lucy joined, and it was pitch black again.

“Anyone here,” he asked hoping Judy still was.

When there was no answer, he made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t speak, but he noticed everyone was now sitting down chatting and had also lit some candles. But Judy wasn’t there.

After making his way around the obvious places with his own flashlight, he started up the stairs. It was still pitch black.

Suddenly, a door next to him opened startling him. He pointed his flashlight and Maggie walked out of the bathroom giving him a friendly smile before heading back downstairs. So, Judy wasn’t in the bathroom, where he assumed she would be.

Where the hell was she?

He held his flashlight down, and was about turn to walk back downstairs, when he saw a faint light coming from the corner room. He carefully walked in what was the master bedroom and the orange hued light was brighter coming from the master bathroom.

Bingo, he thought, and turned his flashlight off as she came into view. The lantern was lit, resting on the large counter, and she was trying to fix her damp hair as much as she could.

“Disappearing again, I see.”

She didn’t say anything, but in the shadow of the lantern on the side of her face, he saw a little smile appear. It was simple, but had a major aphrodisiac effect on him. Without another word, he walked in and shut the door behind him.

Judy stopped fiddling with her hair when she heard him turn the lock.

“Are you sure you don’t want to drive back with me,” Lucy asked Kay as she walked her to her car with a flashlight.

“No, thanks. Lena said she was going to hitch a ride with Vivie and Nick in a few minutes so I’ll just catch a ride back in the Lawford-mobile with Judy and the gang.”

“Speaking of Judy, I wonder where she went. I would have loved to say bye to her.”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll tell her for you. Say hi to Desi for us, will ya?”

“You bet. Bye honey,” Lucy said as she got into her car.

Kay waved as Lucy backed down the driveway and didn’t turn until she got back on Mullholland safely.

“I bet I know where Judy went,” Lena said leaning in the doorway.

Kay nodded, “They’re both taking advantage of the blackout by necking like a couple of teenagers is my guess.”

“Good for them. If they enjoy being together that much, than have at it I say.”

The lantern lit up the bathroom with a sensual glow, reflecting back through the large, bathroom mirror as Judy whimpered sensually.

She let go of the back of Gene’s head to grasp the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white, her back arched. She moaned louder as Gene’s mouth became more demanding between her legs. She felt a rush of moisture cascaded her lower being and her body felt heavenly.

“Oh, gosh,” she whispered as another burst of pre-climax tingled, over-stimulating her.

Gene took that cue to stop and he let her go with a loud sucking motion before standing up to undo his pants. His erection was strained, pressing against his shorts, he hadn’t felt that hard and ready since their last encounter; not even the times he had jerked off thinking about her during their mini-separation.

Judy took it upon herself to yank down his shorts and started caressing him the way she knew he liked as their lips skimmed on another. He softly groaned from pleasure and torture. He wanted to stop her, he wanted to plunge himself into her warm, slick, pulsating center but Judy loved to please him as much as he loved to please her. So, he let her take control. He trusted her not to let him come before he was inside of her.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed against his lips.

“I’ve missed you, baby, you feel so good,” he breathed back before capturing her mouth with another hot, open kiss.

Cary stood up from the table and grabbed a lantern, “I’m gonna try the braker again.”

“Has anyone seen Gene? He’s usually so good at fixing things,” June commented.

“I haven’t seen Kay or Lena since Lucy left, haven’t seen Judy or Gene, neither,” Peter replied getting up to assist Cary downstairs.

“Yes, what are they doing,” Cary’s girlfriend Betsy said with a casual curiosity.

Over and over, in a timeless rhythm, Gene hit the right spot with each thrust. And she held onto him tightly, her finger tips digging into his lower back to feel his movements and bring him closer.

They were both passionately, and emotionally, reveling in the feeling of being together again. They both also kept the sounds of their lovemaking to a minimum for the fear of getting caught. And it was a challenge as the rise of their impending orgasms made them both want to respond to each other vocally on how they were feeling. Fortunately, after being together since their first picture, they were very familiar with each other’s bodies and body language, so a repeated vocal response of their fuck was not necessarily needed.

Gene felt her slide her back a bit lower against the mirror for a better angle as he realized she was close. He grabbed her hips, accommodating her, and continued his thrusts, now becoming a little faster for her release as he tried to hold out.

She couldn’t hold back her cry of erotic desperation as her climax was near the edge making her toes curl and her body tense up. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and grabbed on as she rode the wave. When her orgasm burst throughout her being, Judy leaned her head back, the side of her face visible from the lantern, scrunched up as her red lips parted. A cry that she purposefully bit back escaped from her chest, filtered out from her teeth biting her bottom lip.

Gene was relieved as he thrust into her harder, feeling himself start to expand. Hearing his intense breaths start to skip, Judy leaned her head back up and grabbed the sides of his face, their noses touching as he let go.

His hand fell flat up against the mirror beside her head as his orgasm shot out inside of her. It was overwhelming, intense and seemed to keep going as he continued to thrust and softly groan over and over. When both their bodies stilled, Gene breathed heavily, almost shaking, as he leaned his head down. Judy just kissed his forehead.

Then the lights went on.

Gene lifted his head and smiled, “There you are,” he said from their earlier encounter.

“Here I am,” she whispered back and kissed him softly.

MGM was bustling and busy as a bee as Judy walked down the lot towards the small parking lot outside the south entrance. The day was so beautiful, the sun was bright and the sky was bright blue, no one would have expected that it had been storming the past few days.

When she got closer to her car, she noticed Gene leaning against the hood, his back to her, smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” she said with a bit of surprise.

“Oh, hey,” he replied turning around and stomped out his cigarette.

“I thought you were off for a few days.”

“Had to drop off some notes to Stan. Saw your car was still here,” he reached over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “How did it go?”

She had just finished her recording for Words and Music with Mickey and was actually quite proud at how easy things went, “It was good. We got it done. Went smoothly. Vince even brought Liza by to watch. Mickey played with her, it was all very relaxed.”

“Oh, how swell. Are you leaving the studio now?”

“Mm hm. It’s such a nice day. I was thinking of having a picnic with Liza in the backyard since I’m getting out earlier than I thought.”

“I’m sure she’ll love it. But, before you go, I have to talk to you,” he said, his voice becoming a bit serious, it made her a little nervous as he urged her to get in the car. She did and watched as he got in the passenger side.

“I’m taking residency at the Beverly Hills Hotel.”

“What do you mean you’re taking residency,” she asked her face completely confused.

“You know how unhappy my marriage has been lately...well, for a while now,” he said and Judy nodded becoming anxious, “Betsy and I talked last night and we decided to separate for...”

“Oh, Gene, are you really sure you want to do that,” she interrupted with almost an exasperation.

Gene looked at Judy in disbelief by her quick response before he even finished talking, “Am I really sure I want to do what?”

“Separate from your family. It’s just...” she looked down fiddling with her fingers, “I’m not ready to do the same.”

Gene turned to her more in his seat, a little irritated, “I’m not asking you to.”

“You’re not?”

Her response was so shocked and genuine that it made him angry. He turned forwards and pressed his palms into his knees shaking his head.

“Why are you getting upset?”

“Do you really believe that whatever I do with my personal life, I expect you to do the same?”

The hurt expression on his face cause Judy to practically sink into her seat, “Well, after what you said the other night about our ‘agreement’ I...”

“Oh, fuck the agreement,” she looked at him with wide eyes, “If you would have let me finish talking then you would have heard that my separation is only going to be for a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?”

“A break. We decided to start there and see what happens. And if we need more time or...anything else...then we’ll cross that bridge when it gets to it.”

Judy tried not to show relief on her face but he could see it in her eyes and he laughed from ridiculousness, “Why are you automatically jumping to conclusions?”

“Because you said you wanted to throw our agreement down the drain since you are so unhappy with Betsy. I assumed that meant you wanted to divorce her and that would mean I would do the same.”

“Assumptions can get you into trouble,” he replied almost amused but sounded like some strict teacher.

“I know that now,” she said irritated, her elbow leaning on the window frame, her temple leaning against her hand. She was candidly embarrassed.

“Honey, I wanted to talk to you because with me staying at the hotel for a few weeks, that would mean I would be more accessible to you, to spend more time together since that’s what we both want. I never expect you to do anything just because I do it. Your decisions about your family are yours and Vince’s only. When you get to that own bridge of yours, I’ll be on the other side of it. But I’ll never be in the middle.”

“You said ‘when’, not ‘if’. How are you so sure of yourself?”

“I don’t know,” he said his voice softening. “It just came out that way. But one thing I know for sure is that we belong together, sweetheart, in one way or another.”

Judy slightly smiled as she thought the same.

“Listen, I’m never going to ask to take time away from your husband, or you daughter, but when you do have free time, you know where I’ll be.”

He reached over and gave her a cheerful peck on the lips before getting out of the car. Judy watched him in her rearview mirror as he started to walk away.

Knowing she was watching him, Gene turned around and smiled once more.

#judy garland #gene kelly #jugenea #fan fiction #jg fans

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Displaced Palestinians waited to receive donated food on Tuesday, the second day of Ramadan.

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Workers transport sacks of humanitarian aid at the distribution center of the United Nations agency that cares for Palestinians, in Rafah, earlier this month.

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Cooking gas is so scarce that the air is acrid with smoke from fires burning salvaged wood and chopped up furniture.

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A woman takes care of a wounded man outside Rafah’s largest hospital. Medics say supplies are low and many types of medical care have stopped.

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‘Everything Is Difficult’: The Struggle for Life’s Basics in Rafah

Most of Gaza’s population fled to the southern territory of Rafah, hoping to escape the war. As they hunt for food and shelter, a potential Israeli invasion has added to their fears.

By Bilal Shbair and Ben Hubbard

The New York Times- March 14, 2024

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Gaza has been the deadliest conflict for children in modern times.

(Photo: Reuters / Ibraheem Abu Mustafa)

Children are bearing the brunt of the horrors in Gaza. How can this go on?

The horrors of Gaza are almost unspeakable. As difficult as all this is to read and to watch, it's important the world does not look away.

Rarely, if ever, have so many children been killed, injured or orphaned as quickly as Israel is doing so in Gaza right now.

"The Gaza Strip is the most dangerous place in the world to be a child," says UNICEF's James Elder. "And day after day, that brutal reality is reinforced."

UNICEF has compiled a range of statistics from Gaza. It says that a Palestinian child is killed every 15 minutes. Thousands more are missing under rubble.

One of every 10 children killed in Gaza did not make their first birthday. More than 1,000 children have lost one or both legs. Save the Children estimates that more than 10 children a day are losing one or both legs. Those having limbs amputated are having it done without anaesthetic.

On the testimony of a range of credible agencies, this is the deadliest conflict for children in modern times.

By global affairs editor John Lyons in Jerusalem

ABC News - 12 February 2024

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Hiba Abu Sadeq has been living in a tent shelter with her family since last month.

(Photo: ABC News)

Hiba's walk to find food and water takes her past rubble from air strikes. (Photo: ABC News)

Every morning, 12-year-old Hiba wakes up in Gaza. She tries to keep herself and her family alive for another day

Hiba Abu Sadeq is like many other pre-teens. The 12-year-old loves her friends, learning at school and fashion.

But now she doesn't know if her friends are dead or alive, there is no school, and she has worn the same clothes for weeks.

The young girl has had her way of life ripped apart by the Israel-Gaza war.

By Middle East correspondent Allyson Horn in Jerusalem and ABC staff in Gaza

ABC News - 21 January 2024

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COMMUNITY WARNING - GRAPHIC CONTENT: The following ABC News article, ‘A devastating new term has emerged in Gaza's hospitals: WCNSF - Wounded Child, No Surviving Family’, contains graphic pictures and descriptions of war that some viewers may find distressing.

Dareen is just one of many orphans in Gaza hospitals known by the term WCNSF.

(Photo: ABC News)

Dr Khalil al-Degra says when they can't find families for children who come to the hospital, they are marked as unidentified.

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This grandmother was able to locate her grandson after turning up to a hospital and searching for lost babies. (Photo: ABC News)

A devastating new term has emerged in Gaza's hospitals: WCNSF - Wounded Child, No Surviving Family

Inside Gaza's overwhelmed hospital system, an influx of injured children arriving alone without any family has prompted doctors to coin a new term: WCNSF.

The heartbreaking label stands for Wounded Child, No Surviving Family and means the child is the sole surviving member of their family.

Eleven-year-old Dareen was given the term when she was rushed to hospital alone and unconscious after an explosion where she was staying.

By Middle East correspondent Allyson Horn and ABC staff in Gaza

ABC News - 6 December 2023

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#Middle East #Israeli-Palestinian conflict #Israel-Hamas war #Humanitarian crisis in Gaza #International calls for restraint #War crimes #Crimes against humanity #Human rights #Social justice #Ethics #Truth-telling #Israeli-Palestinian peace process #Children are bearing the brunt of the war in Gaza

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Killer Intentions

Karen hurried down the stairs. "Mom?"

Recovering from the shock of Ray's death, Laurie slipped into defensive mode. The years of drills and weapons practice had brought her to this moment. She was prepared. She was in control. She would not panic. She had Michael by the horns - she knew what he was after, but he wasn't going to get it.

Laurie shook her head at Karen, index finger pressed to her lips to command silence. With a head nod, she directed Karen away from the door, toward the middle of the room. "He's here, Karen," Laurie said. "Michael's here. Go to the shelter and hide. You'll be safe there.

Wide-eyed with a fright she'd never thought she'd experience, Karen seemed to accept that Laurie's dreaded moment had finally arrived. But Laurie had trained her daughter well enough that she didn't panic. Her concerns were practical: "What about Ray? What about Allyson?"

"I'll take care of it," Laurie assured her, hoping Karen felt her confidence and determination - but not the sliver of fear that had her heart racing. "It's time. Now. It all ends tonight."

Without protest, and nodding through tears, Karen rushed to the kitchen and spun the island counterclockwise. She lifted the secret door built flush with the surrounding tile but, before descending the steps to the shelter, Karen turned to look behind her at the old pantry, looking at Mia tied to the chair - the live bait. Guilt coarsed through her, but anger built up in her more as she looked at Mia. How could she even fathom befriending him? Curling her lip at disgust at her, she turned to face her mother - armed and ready to face the psychopath that had haunted her for years - and they shared an intense look. At that moment, Laurie knew what her daughter was thinking. Is this goodbye? Will I ever see you again?

Lips pressed tight, Karen gave her mother a brief nod, went down several steps before reaching up to grab the door and flip it closed. Laurie stared after her, watched the island spin back to its normal location, once again hiding the shelter entrance.

Immediately, she returned to the front door with her shotgun to keep an eye on The Shape. As she neared the right vertical pane of distorted glass, a fist smashed through the left window and Michael's right hand grabbed her face, dislodging her glasses as he pulled her closer to the door. She tried to twist free, but his powerful arm slipped lower and wrapped around her throat, shoving her face against the wooden door. Despite her struggles, her strength was no match for his and she remained helplessly pinned there. With the door separating them, he couldn't strangle her, only hold her in place, until -

- his left arm burst through the other windowpane, his hand reaching desperately for her. If he got both hands on her head - her face-

She blocked the gruesome thought. Since she couldn't pull herself away from the door, she twisted around within his grasp, trying to loosen his hold, and ended up with her back pressed tight to the door. But that freed her arms and her hands.

Angling the shotgun barrel toward the window, she switched off the safety and pumped a round into the empty chamber. A second later, Michael's frantically grasping left hand closed over the top of the barrel -

Laurie pulled the trigger, momentarily deafened by the roar as she watched Michael's left hand explode in a mist of blood, his index, and middle fingers completely disintegrated. Only his thumb, ring and little fingers remained.

As both his arms let go and withdrew through the broken windows, Laurie staggered away from the door, her momentum carrying her to the base of the stairs before she regained her balance. Glancing back at the shattered windowpanes - new breaches into her home - Laurie needed time to reassess. Crossing through to the kitchen, she moved the island along its turning axis and opened the secret door to join Karen in the shelter below, turning to look at Mia in her hidden area as she knew she couldn't make a sound. Laurie had no intentions of hurting her, but if it meant saving her family, she wouldn't hesitate.

After all, she was carrying "Evil's Child."

Once there, she flipped a circuit breaker to turn off the upstairs lights, then turned the switch to slide the island back into place.

Breathing deep and measured, Michael reaches his intact right hand through the broken window closest to the locks and lifts the open bar barricade, tossing it aside. Then he feels along the doorjamb for the locks, unlatching them one by one, finally turning the deadbolt above the doorknob. With the restraints gone or disabled, he turns the doorknob and enters her house, now cloaked in darkness.

In the basement shelter, Laurie fumbled with the weapons she had stashed there, picking her poison as Karen watched her nervously. "Be ready, Karen. This is it. He's here for her - or me - I'm not sure, but it ends tonight, okay?" She panted, watching Karen's tear-filled eyes watch her. "I know you thought this was my cage, but it's a trap tonight."

In the momentary silence, they both heard distant footfalls on the floorboards, the slight creak of the joists. From the direction of the sound, Laurie placed him in the living room. Minutes ticked by and Laurie began to wonder. What the hell is he up to? What's taking him so long to search the house?

Then she heard the creak of the stairs.

She should have had security cameras in the house, with monitors in the shelter. It was maddening to have him roaming through her house with no idea where he was or what he might do next...

Before the growing anxiety became overwhelming, Laurie said, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

They both looked up. Finally, the measured footsteps had moved closer, almost directly overhead. A fine mist of dust motes filtered down, glinting in the light. He's in the kitchen.

"I'm scared..." Karen said.

"We can do this. We can kill him," Laurie whispered, loading a bullet into the chamber of her rifle. "Let's burn this motherfucker to the ground." They waited, listening. The footfalls sounded directly overhead. Raising the rifle to her shoulder and tilting the barrel upward, Laurie tracked the steps. With her eyes closed for a moment to focus only on the sound, she visualized where he was with each methodical step. Then she opened her eyes, worked the bolt, aimed and fired, then repeated the well-practiced firing motion again, and a third time, in rapid succession.

BOOM!-BOOM!-BOOM!

Standing motionless, Laurie cocked her head and listened for any sound from above. Other than bits of wood fluttering down to the floor, she heard nothing. "Kill him." Karen said, all nervousness exiting her mind. She was now like her mother - determined. Determined to end the nightmare her mother had endured for forty years.

After turning the switch to move the kitchen island, Laurie scaled the basement steps and lifted the secret door high enough to scan the kitchen for any sign of him. When she saw the immediate area was clear, she opened the door the rest of the way, lowering it quietly to the tile floor before climbing the rest of the way into the kitchen. "Don't you make a sound." Laurie warned Mia, looking at her exhausted expression through the darkness of the kitchen pantry, seeing that her wrists began to become red with irritation from her restraints as well as mascara trailing down her cheeks as she had been crying. I wonder why he hasn't found her yet... Is she who he's really after?

She stalked into the living room, stepping lightly so as not to give away her own position. Turning to face the living room closet, she worked the bolt in one smooth motion and fired a shot right through the closet door. Then she stood still, listening. After a moment, she yanked open the door -

- but the closet was empty.

She closed the door and move on, down a short hallway to a first-floor bedroom. She opened that door and peered inside the dark room. Taking a small flashlight out of her pocket, she flicked it on, took a step through the doorway, and swept the room with the narrow beam. No furniture. No hiding places. Empty.

Backing out of the room, she reached for a switch mounted on the wall and flipped it. Instantly, a metal security gate dropped down from within the wall with a metallic shunnnk! sound - and locked in place.

She repeated the whole sequence on the last room downstairs before stalking her way up the staircase to reach the second-floor, spotting a trail of blood that seemed to lead her in the direction of where Michael would be. That is, if he was luring her into his own trap. Once ascending the staircase, the glistening drops turned to the right down the hallway. Laurie turned to the left briefly, repeating the same process of deploying her security gate displayed above the door - shunnnk!

Retracing her steps, she passed the staircase, following the blood trail on the floor to the other end of the hallway, to her bedroom. Gradually, she noticed her bedroom door was slightly ajar. When she'd left the room earlier, she'd closed the door. From within the dark room, a dim light glowed.

Laurie took the last few steps on her toes, reaching forward with her left hand. Fingertips extended, she pushed the door open...

Clutching the rifle in both hands, Laurie stepped into her bedroom with shaky breaths. Unlike the clutter on the first floor, her bedroom décor tended toward the tastefully minimal, fewer distractions for the eyes. Limited hiding places. So, naturally, her gaze shifted to four standing mannequins posed in silhouette against the open glass balcony door.

He's been busy...

Distracted by the sight of the mannequins, which obviously hadn't been in her room before, but instead outside in the woods to pose as her targets when she would imagine them to be Michael, she suddenly registered another person breathing nearby. With a quick turn, she faced her closet, a glance down revealing a trail of blood leading right to it. At that moment, she heard another noise from within the closet. Without hesitation, she worked the rifle bolt and fired into it.

Wary, she waited a moment or two before yanking the closet door open. And saw a lifeless body slumped on the floor of the closet - Ray!

Gasping, Laurie turned away from his body back toward the balcony and the three standing mannequins - Three!

Suddenly, in a blur of movement, Michael shoved a mannequin aside as it was shielding him in the darkness as he watched her, his powerful arms keeping her from bearing her weapon. He pinned her against the wall, using her own rifle that he had snatched from her hands to press against her neck, watching her gag and gasp for air as if the rapid movement of pinning her to the wall wasn't enough. He tilted his head as he watched her gag, pleased at how easy it was for him. She yelled, using both of her hands to clamp around his masked face, catching him off guard as she pushed him away from her, causing him to stumble backward.

Amid the now-tumbled mannequins and lost rifle, Laurie clawed at her belt, yanking her hunting knife free of the sheath. In a moment, she swung the knife at him. He caught her hand and stopped her mid-thrust. With his superior strength and despite how much she strained against him, he twisted her hand around, turning the blade toward her instead. With a violent shove, he drove the knife into her gut.

She doubled over in pain.

Then his hand clamped around her head, fingers clawing into her hair, and lifted her face high enough to look into her eyes, maybe one last time before the end. Is the moment enough for him? Does it even matter?

He hurled her backward with more force than she would have thought possible. He had intentions of hurting her severely and taking his time with it. Her body smashed through the glass of the balcony door with enough momentum that she continued to flail, over the waist-high railing, one heel brushing the edge before she plummeted to the ground below.

Walking past the jumble of fallen mannequins, Michael steps onto the balcony, booted feet crunching on broken glass, and peers over the edge. He sees her body sprawled below, utterly still. He stands there, breathing.

Wants nothing...

His job was done, now to find the one person who didn't deserve to see him this way.

"Mom?" The voice calls from beyond the bedroom. Michael recognizes the voice to be young and female. He wondered about the voice as he turned to look at the open bedroom door, listening for a moment.

Then, he turns back to the balcony, breathes the night air, glances down again -

- Laurie is gone.

#michael myers #james jude courtney #slasherfic #halloween2018

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rhinocerosproject · 5 years

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Sewing Circle Participants

Thank you to everyone who participated in sewing the rhinoceros! We could never have finished it without you. You are forever in our hearts.

Deanna Cruise back

Juliana Pennington shoulder

Yue Yang Caigla Zou back

Yuen (Jessica) Chen back

Kelly White shoulder

Athena Johns leg

Antoinette Barton head

Erica Lipshultz rump

Marc Fletcher back left foot

Siobhan Cassidy front right leg

Elisa Li head

Harry Yu head

Beth Thomas snout

Erica Barajas forehead

Vivian Romney shoulder

Zoe Walker head

Amy Khalmann rear flank

Alina Hayes feet

Janice Wood rear flank

Barb Bakun head

Andi Wong rear flank

Sarah Stein back, thigh

Chloe Marrinstein head, foot, outline, da booty

Sadie Marrinstein thigh

Amanda H. Johnson head, foot, outline

Kaila Wood head, foot, outline

Leah Johnson head, foot, outline

Ani Mukerji back leg

Inka Mukerji back leg

Winnie Ding rear flank

Jennifer White back feet

August White back feet

Neve Schmitt head

Michelle Schmitt head

Sigrid foot

Leah Anderson foot

Mary Kenny rump

Isle Oritt rump

Olga back leg

Dustin rhinobum!

Linnea Furlog head

Pam Deluco rear leg, haunch, elbow, letters

Jeff Thomas back

Bryan Barkley rear

Mary Wheeler back top flank

Teri Gardiner tail hair, rump, belly, ridge of back

Robin Hill rump

Darcy Padilla stomach

Emily Clark-Krasner rear

Yuen Chen leg

Jodi Connelly back

Noah Greene belly

Ryan Meyer belly and back

Arielle Rebek belly

Muzi LaRowe eyes

T. Blackmon bottom

Bettina Pauley tail

Allyson Feeney rump

Mark Baugh-Sasaki back foot

Dox Lorax haunch

Kelli Rae rump

Cesar Rubio unknown

Ho Yan Nip unknown

Frank Merritt all over, circles, edges, hindquarters, shoulder, rump, dark purple bottom edge of shoulder armor, behind the ear

Kim Miskowicz rump, right foot, rear/rump

Julia Langer buttocks

Jonathan Coignard buttocks

Suzanne Gore haunch

Kelly Wang from hip to buttock

Steve Rasmussen rear leg

Bob Rocco rump

Odysseus Wolken upper rump

Juliette Langley lower rump

Fehim Haelzic crown/forehead

Leyla Haelzic crown/forehead

Tanja Gels head

Lisa Ekstrom from right leg, forehead

Eva Walker front leg

Sara Wright eye

Karrie Hovey shoulder

M. Dym a wrinkle on the head

Amy M. Ho front foot, forehead

Dave Lyons just below eye

Mel Day forehead

Heather Peters ear

Helen Hiebert butt

Alyssa Casey neck, horn

Vanessa Gingold rump

Mary V. Marsh front right toe, ear

Antonio Guerra letra C

Jenny Phillips hands

Ingrid Rojas Contreras hoof

Maia Wachtel lines on the back

Roli Douglas the top line

Noga Wizansky rump

Suzanne Forester border line

Cindy Steiler face

Alexa Boromo behind

Amber Hoy back

Melody Dalton back

Cheyenne Dalton rear feet

Elizabeth Boyne ear

Teddy Midler front foot

Drew Cameron face

Cathy DeForest front left hoof

Leah Korican face

Mayumi Hamanaka r - text

Dana Zed shoulder

Erin Sheanin knee

Alisha Funkhouser front foot

Debbie Walker unknown

Nancy Marriner tail

Summer Om face

Eraden Wordal Chesh face

Isle Oritt knee

Mary Grace Tate toe

Sophia Auen face

April Marriner tail

Charlotte Semmes snout

Andre Chevonier foot

Jane Cassidy foot

Kellen Rhoda foot

Meiasha Gray border

Samantha Bankston back foot

Winship Varnes hindquarters

Miranda McFarland belly

Susan Paigen nose

Kevin Holmes ear

Jackie Wallowheng plants

Beta Heist Morello edge

Elaine Todd nose and edge near nose

Lori Chambers back foot

Mickie McCormic foot scales

Jeremy Logan ear hair

Brook Craddock mythical horn!

Morning Hullinger toe jam back foot, shoulder flank, final inner

C.C. Chaya scales

Lolli Jacobsen back

Sarah Crews rump

Connie Burket ears

Debbie Divine rear leg

Martha Rhea hindquarters

Donna Sandberg along the top of the back shoulder and letter H

Pam Morgan back

Ruth Cathcard Rake front leg and letter R

Gretchen Boyum front leg, front foot

Rachel Butler front leg

Lucy Butler front leg

Bill North butt, ground, back right foot

Caroline Stoll head

April Engstrom back right leg/hip

Connie Wilson close to face

Gloria Gonzalez hind foot

Judy Nease chin

Alleigh Weems horn

Lyndsi Weems back foot

Karla Prickett rump

Jennifer Baker back

Kent Manske spots

Susan Tuoley back foot and butt

Susan Paigen nose

Christina Steinbrecher pfrandt (lower leg)

Yeqi Song legs

Yuan Luo legs

Jenny Chin (Kuan-Jen) legs

Jingying Liang back leg

Jianguyin Reng back leg

Beth Abdallah back flank

Rebecca Redman back leg

Michael Seidel kidney lining

Rita Hsing head

Sandy Lee back

Chelsea Herman back

Marie Kidd right front foot

David Kidd right front foot

Amy Whitcomb rump

Bob Carpenter nose

Barbara Carpenter nose

Cynthia Beecher ear

Leteb Beecher ear

Susan Sweet ear

CK Itamura hamhock

Dionne Thornton front left foot, butt edge

Robert Wuilfe da booty

Gina Ching front foot

Jordan Juel front foot

Anne Ingraham front foot

Michelle Waters butt

Elizabeth Addison foot

Lydia Nakashima Dagarod shoulder

Linda Joy Kettwinkel snout

Peggy George butt

Maryly Snow scales

Zelisa back end

Scott Partch back end

Chin Cox head

Hada Marshall Booth head

Eduardo Arenas leg

Luna Gomez head

Sauita Patel gog (back)

Brian Lease back leg

Islonia Hasbrim frente

Guadalupe Portillo espalda

Queen Krubally back

Bridget McCraken back

Margaret Coston back

Kathleen Murphy belly

Julie Grigoryan ear

Joyce Subel border

Yatit Maidorh head

Omer head

Alon head

Rooek head

Eli head

Posja Mahushwai neckline

Talia nose

Ella ear

Jonathan nose

Nancy Brunn back

Sabina Brunn ears

Judith Fast back

Lindsey Stoll hoof

Emily Marks head

Victor Vargas chin

Britt-Marie Alon horn

Al Bloch horn

Alyssa Flores horn

John Hoffmeyer border

Madison Cockrum head

Anthony Murillo border

Sheri Simons front legs

Emily Matherson face

Hana Jones hoof (back foot)

Angela Kirchebel bottom left corner border,

small area of right foot, scales

Adele Etcheverry Sheets upper border rear and rear of Rhino

Leslie Jurado back leg, hoof scales

Jaime Muñoz shoulder

Aiden Ginn back leg

Sheecid Lopez border and back leg

Sophy Hock shoulder

Nancy Scott Patton rump

Hana Beaty shoulder, back leg

Eric D’Alessandro lower jaw

Betsy Copeland leg and hoof

Kylie McCloskey horn

Dellanira Carrillo butt

Jose Llamos hoof (back foot)

Timothy Clancy forehead

Kobley Benjamin Mona shoulder

Alicia Ramirez foot

Kim Green upper thigh/butt

Francesca Figone left back

Josette Stokes shoulder

Mercedes Yatta foot

Luis Medina booty

Shane Geoge face (under eye)

Ellen Baird foot

Daria Booth shoulder

Adria Davis backside

Johnny Bruno back foot

Brianna Warren leg

Adrienne Glatz forehead

Mallory Frucha bum

Kelly Weber front and back legs

Carissa Duggan booty

Jasmin Gonzalez foot

Francis Newsom rear end

Shari Maxson Hopper shoulder

Veronica Brenck butt

Marie Fox rump, front foot, back foot

Chloe Taylor root

Marissa Winslow rump/tail

Shai Porath head

Linda Bea Miller tummy

Tom Seoul rump

Kathleen Ritchie unknown

Sue Bottom front leg

Lisa Chu forehead

Anne Ingraham hind foot

Chris Voisard rump

Jane McLaughlin front foot

Malinda Thompson rear leg

Mallory Nomura Saul tusk and back

Judy Shintani tummy and rump

Kevin Austin top of nose, bottom of horn

Claudia Molley top of head, behind ear

Kate Oltmann butt

Amanda Bosma wrinkle on face

Xittaly Vasquez back leg

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Julia Albo border

Miriam Hassman neck/face

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Jiovanny Soto forehead

Jenny Harp lower back

Steven Garen nose/head

Tallulah Terryl leg

Johanna Arnold back

Sean Olson muzzle

Emma Spertus back

Chris Challans loin, belly

Susan Kanowith-Klein rump

Christina Aumann eyelashes and forehead

Ruth Souza misc dorsal area

Phuong Pham booty

Laurie Crogan shoulder-scales

Lorna Turner armpit

Eva Hausam chin wavy lines

David Reiman shoulder

Lanqin Wang forehead

Camryn Travis belly

Jennifer Munnings eye/cheek

Brooke Sommers belly

Katie Gallagher ribs

Sariah Gonzalez forehead

Anthony Isenhour shoulder

Berenika Boberska the bottom!

Taylor Hoogsteden hip

Carmina Ellison sideburns

Nicole McHale shoulder blade

Preeva Tramiel back leg

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Milldrid Thompson ear

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Timiza Wagner back leg

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Mavis Brown front shoulder

Cheryl Batrato haunch

Kathy Goldmaker shoulder

Liz Matthews back leg above the foot

Sailee Pawar back leg

Andrea Fleiner belly

Marina Taniform leg

Andres Taniform leg

Rose Nguyen ribs

Marco Chavez ribs

Lily May Larson cheek

Rachel Williamson back leg

Cheryl Zuur above the eye

Kathy Willis hindquarters

Martha White hindquarter

Artemis Koren head

Anika Sykora tummy

Irene Floyd hindquarter

Ming Zhou head

Max Koren front leg

Dinah Irino ear

Maya leg

Morgan Carter head

Ava Kasim the hinney

Isabella Anderson back

Ian Kussi-Gillu shoulder

Viyada Satyapan upper front back

Mahvash Salehpour back hip

Christina Bayley back foot

Pam Schwartz left leg

Lynn Koolish back leg

Sandra Duncan front hoof

Emily Rosenberg right leg

Gina Dixon back leg

Tamara Sommerfield neck

Diana R. Reton rear leg

Candace Kling shoulder

Cindy Jacomette head

Nicki Hitz Edison front leg

Toru Sueto front left leg

Jeanne Sueto under eye, along lower jaw

Linda Goss rear hip

Kim Meuli Brown back ribs

Michael Chin chin

Kasla Melton right back leg (pierna derecha)

Vanessa Herrera right back thing

Wendy Brown back leg

Jack Fleig front leg

Amanda Fleig front leg

Shobitha belly

Sasha back

Marilyn rear haunch

Caden Jo Hartdegen head/neck

Yolanda Araujo unknown

Meredith Payn unknown

Tiffany Hartdeger unknown

Richard cheek

Hanna Peacock shoulder

Juan Manuel Gutierrez rear hip

Paola Valencia head

Jesus Castillo head

Diego Barregan shoulder

Hernandez Irvin belly

Cindy Simmons cheek

Ginna Sierra upper leg

Carole Walters-Cook face

Angela Etsey back leg and thigh

Victor Navarro IV V neck

Elizabeth Finkler ear

Jennifer Lu lower tummy

Kylee Dougherty neck

Jada Wong stomach

Kerwin Azores back knee

Hugo Jimenez head

Becca Wong neck

Breanna Estrada unknown

Candaces Perrault shoulder

Kevin Liu belly and front of leg plates

Michael Huang Mil back leg

Natalie Diazza chin hairs

Eliza Villa dorsal neck

Steve Dellicalpini in that neck tho!

Michelle van Eyken right flank

Leslie McLaughlin shoulder circles

Angela Acosta front leg

Allison Acosta front shoulder circle

Rebecca Bui upper back leg

Barbara Post back foot

Irene Caravajal back leg

Gabrielle Koizumi neck

Clayton Bavor front leg

Ava Eui front leg

Judy Diamond upper shoulder

Mhanna Kutras front leg

Liam neck

Leona neck

Leana Olliffe stomach

Patti Samuelson right leg

A. Manley neck plates

Donna King right shoulder

Becky Leech right hindquarters

Raymond Mueller front left leg

Timmy shoulder

Asher Fleig front leg

Julia back leg

Nicole B chest

L. Hum hind leg

Alice Schwegman shoulder

Gail Blackmarr unknown

Christina Truong neck

June Dao scale

Ellie Reese a rear leg

Susan L. Goranson left rear leg

Marci Ariagno breast shield

Maya unknown

Diane Mestu head

Claudia Havah back leg

Mickey Guffin right upper hind leg

Annalise Sailen unknown

Jennifer Schaeffer front right leg

Mia rear leg

Joe Ranish right shoulder

Ann Ranish rear leg

Anthony left leg

Leslie Nobler neck

Anne Trickey back leg

Maris Kaplan neck fold and front shoulder

Paula Bohan neck fold

James Brooks neck

Amanda Briggs back right foot

Andrew Briggs back right foot

Miriam Briggs back right foot

Willow Yamaden cheek

Sarah Bartman neck

Bridget McMahon flank

Amy Brown jowl

Vanessa Dion Fletcher jowl

Denera Gains unknown

Justin Gains unknown

Kurt Salinas stomach/inner thigh

Randall Harrison upper mid bicep

Ivy Moya back foot

Pam Lonero breast plate

Molly Olsen Roush shoulder/neck area

Brook Olsen Roush shoulder/neck area

Susie Miller Roush shoulder/neck area

Reyhon Ertekin unknown

Torres Leck shoulder

Anna Banancks shoulder

Emily van Engel front leg

Silvia Eckert cheek

Davis Watson breastplate

Debachree Ghosh breastplate

Jessica Jane Jennings cheek

Kimberly Ann Piper shoulder

Alisa Murray cheek

Jennifer Hill breastplate

Susan Ady cheek

Chris Washburn neck

Janet Ady flank

Louise Horkey border

Nupur Kamat front shoulder

Tamela Holmes ear

Tameyah Holmes cheek

Ruth Tabancay upper leg

Teddy Midler shoulder

Jerry Majors Patterson cheek area

Susan Afell eye area

Elaine Todd neck

Senator Jordan cheek

Meadow unknown

Lori Chambers neck

Josephine Tumova neck

Fynn Tuma chest

Diana Dominguez chest

Jason Godeke neck

Cristina Mathews belly and front right leg

Jody Alexander neck, chest

Elaine Todd belly circles

Raquel Marquez belly

Josslyn Robles chest

Rhea Rynearson shoulder

Valerie Frey shoulder

Aidan Parker shoulder, right shoulder

A. Parker right shoulder

Seraphine Ries belly

Lid. C. belly

Jamelie whiskers

Carolyn Schneider upper shoulder

Josh Morsell lower front shoulder

Lia V. Wilson middle breast

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