Disclaimer: I don't own GW. Don't sue cuz all I've got left from the last
failed lawsuit is like, a rusty fishing hook, fingernail clippings,
underwear, and a tampon (unused), so now you know. A/N: From here on in, it
gets sorta weirdy and confusing. Sorry in advance. Peace! ~Flame ^.~
She glanced over at the peacefully sleeping boy and couldn't suppress a small smile. 'He's looks so cute and small (A/N: "small" refers to cute, adorable, huggable, loveable, and sweet. Not as in stature or height or whatever. This word and definition has come from my good friend Rene (aka Requiem/ Areana Kostarra/ Son Areana/ Irene) and so does "soft": see SMALL) while he's asleep. I wonder if his childhood was glamorous or not.' She sighed and glanced at the clock.
"HOLY SWEET MOTHER!!!! IT'S 8 O'CLOCK!!!!!!!!!!! Oops… sorry about that."
The boy merely inhaled deeply and rolled onto his stomach. The girl, Flame, slipped from the bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the day. She turned on the shower, prepared all of her shampoo and conditioner bottles and made sure the lock worked properly on the bathroom door. When a hazy mist filled the small room, she stripped, and peeled the skin colored adhesives off of her chest area, right shoulder, calf, back of the neck, and her pelvic area. Once the skin like stuff had been stacked in a small (the size, not previous definition) pile, tattoos appeared on her skin ranging from a faerie made of flames, to her name ( Flame Angel) written in (what else?) fire script. She had the identifying OZ number (hers is 202) burned into the back of her neck with "OZ" emblazoned over it. Before she slipped under the hot water jet, she also removed the black wig that she had been wearing when she was inefficiently "put under".
~~~A Few Minutes Later…~~~
She emerged from the bathroom, clean, hair dried, smelling good, looking good, and au natural, with a towel of course you silly little perves. She had only enough adhesive to reattach all but three of her tattoo cover ups, which meant she had to cover the most defining tattoos she had. So, the only ones left were the fire faerie, a small (size) butterfly tattoo, and a Japanese word, "Death". She took a quick survey of the parking lot and noticed that her car wasn't there. That meant that she would have to wear the same clothes she had worn the night before until she could get her car. Surveying the depth of sleep that the boy was in, she figured she had a half hour to get her car and change into a different outfit. With her new mission in mind, she tossed on her only clothes and slipped from the room…
She walked east and north for about a mile and a half before she saw the road that she had driven down. In another few minutes, she was down the dirt path and to her car. She slid in and carefully drove out onto the open highway. She was back at the hotel in less than five minutes. After she parked in front of the room door, she grabbed her black bag and stole into the room. Once more, she checked the boy for any signs of stirring and was relieved to find none, yet. She hurriedly stripped down, selected a light lavender V-neck, calf-length, short-sleeved (and light fabric) dress, a white triangle bra, and white (bikini) underwear. She had only just slipped the undergarments on before the boy awoke groggily.
"Hey! Who are you?" he asked staring bewildered at the girl.
"The same person you shot last night."
"Did you dye your hair?"
"No. I was wearing a wig."
"It looked so natural."
"I'm a gifted change artist."
"What are we doing today?"
"We?"
"Yes, we. Are we going to a dance class?"
"No. I'M going to… wait a second… That's a great scam!"
"Nani?"
"We'll be going to DisneyLand. Now hurry up and get ready. We have a lot of driving to do."
"HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"GET A MOVE ON!!!!"
"HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Aiyaiyai…"
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you…"
"Ahem…" She said, giving him a Look that plainly said, Get-A-Move-On- Before-I-Decide-To-Leave-You-Behind-And-Risk-The-End-Of-This-Partnership- Before-It-Even-Begins-And-This-Crazy-Authoress-Is-Making-Far-Too-Long-A- Name-For-This-Look-So-Just-Hurry-Up.
"I'm going to DisneyLand! DisneyLand, DisneyLand!"
"You are too happy for this mission you crazy son of a …"
"I just LOVE wonderful surprises from crazy ladies that I don't even know who are extremely beautiful. Please don't kill me." He said with his most winning smile.
"We'll see about that now go and shower. I need to finish getting ready."
"O.k. 3 Goin' to DisneyLand… tra-la-la-la-la-la!!!"
"I am really starting to wonder about this…"
She glanced over at the peacefully sleeping boy and couldn't suppress a small smile. 'He's looks so cute and small (A/N: "small" refers to cute, adorable, huggable, loveable, and sweet. Not as in stature or height or whatever. This word and definition has come from my good friend Rene (aka Requiem/ Areana Kostarra/ Son Areana/ Irene) and so does "soft": see SMALL) while he's asleep. I wonder if his childhood was glamorous or not.' She sighed and glanced at the clock.
"HOLY SWEET MOTHER!!!! IT'S 8 O'CLOCK!!!!!!!!!!! Oops… sorry about that."
The boy merely inhaled deeply and rolled onto his stomach. The girl, Flame, slipped from the bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the day. She turned on the shower, prepared all of her shampoo and conditioner bottles and made sure the lock worked properly on the bathroom door. When a hazy mist filled the small room, she stripped, and peeled the skin colored adhesives off of her chest area, right shoulder, calf, back of the neck, and her pelvic area. Once the skin like stuff had been stacked in a small (the size, not previous definition) pile, tattoos appeared on her skin ranging from a faerie made of flames, to her name ( Flame Angel) written in (what else?) fire script. She had the identifying OZ number (hers is 202) burned into the back of her neck with "OZ" emblazoned over it. Before she slipped under the hot water jet, she also removed the black wig that she had been wearing when she was inefficiently "put under".
~~~A Few Minutes Later…~~~
She emerged from the bathroom, clean, hair dried, smelling good, looking good, and au natural, with a towel of course you silly little perves. She had only enough adhesive to reattach all but three of her tattoo cover ups, which meant she had to cover the most defining tattoos she had. So, the only ones left were the fire faerie, a small (size) butterfly tattoo, and a Japanese word, "Death". She took a quick survey of the parking lot and noticed that her car wasn't there. That meant that she would have to wear the same clothes she had worn the night before until she could get her car. Surveying the depth of sleep that the boy was in, she figured she had a half hour to get her car and change into a different outfit. With her new mission in mind, she tossed on her only clothes and slipped from the room…
She walked east and north for about a mile and a half before she saw the road that she had driven down. In another few minutes, she was down the dirt path and to her car. She slid in and carefully drove out onto the open highway. She was back at the hotel in less than five minutes. After she parked in front of the room door, she grabbed her black bag and stole into the room. Once more, she checked the boy for any signs of stirring and was relieved to find none, yet. She hurriedly stripped down, selected a light lavender V-neck, calf-length, short-sleeved (and light fabric) dress, a white triangle bra, and white (bikini) underwear. She had only just slipped the undergarments on before the boy awoke groggily.
"Hey! Who are you?" he asked staring bewildered at the girl.
"The same person you shot last night."
"Did you dye your hair?"
"No. I was wearing a wig."
"It looked so natural."
"I'm a gifted change artist."
"What are we doing today?"
"We?"
"Yes, we. Are we going to a dance class?"
"No. I'M going to… wait a second… That's a great scam!"
"Nani?"
"We'll be going to DisneyLand. Now hurry up and get ready. We have a lot of driving to do."
"HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"GET A MOVE ON!!!!"
"HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Aiyaiyai…"
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you…"
"Ahem…" She said, giving him a Look that plainly said, Get-A-Move-On- Before-I-Decide-To-Leave-You-Behind-And-Risk-The-End-Of-This-Partnership- Before-It-Even-Begins-And-This-Crazy-Authoress-Is-Making-Far-Too-Long-A- Name-For-This-Look-So-Just-Hurry-Up.
"I'm going to DisneyLand! DisneyLand, DisneyLand!"
"You are too happy for this mission you crazy son of a …"
"I just LOVE wonderful surprises from crazy ladies that I don't even know who are extremely beautiful. Please don't kill me." He said with his most winning smile.
"We'll see about that now go and shower. I need to finish getting ready."
"O.k. 3 Goin' to DisneyLand… tra-la-la-la-la-la!!!"
"I am really starting to wonder about this…"