"Where the hell are you two asses dragging me?" Quiery directed to the two males, currently pushing Rylie towards a non-descript vehical. "Somewhere." Slender brow raised in suspicion, at the reply of Randy Orton. "Right. When I'm awake, remind me to kick both your asses."
"Oh, tough girl wants to fight eh?" Dave laughed, joined by Orton and recieving a smack from the female. "Since you dragged me out of bed, and I forgot my cell, one of you two jokers can lend me yours." Nondescriptly, Dave handed over his phone, utterance of 'No long distance.' causing Rylie to smirk.
"Oh no, of course not." Skillfully dialing the memorized number of MacKenzie's own cell. After four rings, the voice massaging system picked up, forcing an oath from Rylie. "Damn hate these things."
"What?" Randy inquired, seating himself beside the woman, in the back seat of the car. "Mac's voice mail is... rather... interesting." After redialing the number, and turning the volume up so that even Dave, behind the wheel could hear, she awaited the voice massage.
'Rithannen i geven; thangen i harn; na fennas i daur; ôl dûr ristannen; Eryn echuiannen; i ngelaidh dagrar; ristar thyng. cûa tawar; Dambedir enyd i ganed; Si linna i waew trin ylf; Isto i dur i chuiyl; ngelaidh dagrar. Ohh! We'll have food! Lots of food; We repeat; Endless meat. Thankyou for calling 1-800-8447-47-2-3253-686237. And remember, vote Pengu for President, a proud supporter of Hitler. Or the pixies will beat you with the Amazing Spork of Ultimate Thwaping. Join the Nazis. And remember, always drink and drive. It's not against the law, it is the law! The leprechauns gave me gold!' echoed through the car, followed by immediate hysterics from those occupants of the vehicle. "Damn that girl's crazy."
~oOo~
"I was too lazy to answer your cell." Josh commented, looking from Mac to her cell phone. "Moo!" The female replied, attempting to towel dry hair. "And jeebus you take a freaking long time in the shower!" Getting up, the male slid past Kenzie, into the bathroom.
~oOo~
"Seriously.." Ry growled, leaning over the driver's seat of the car, durring a red light. "Thanks hun." Rylie winked, dropping the cell in Dave's lap, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Dave blinked though winced at Rylie's sudden yelp. "Get the hell off me!" The female yelled, attempting to push Randy off of her, as he had grabbed her from behind and pinned her to the seat.
"Seriously you two, stop it, I'm trying to drive...Don't mke me pull over!" Dave commented, looking in the rear-view mirror. "You're doing a pretty shitty job though." Rylie smirked. Dave pulled off to the side, stopping the car. "Rylie, front seat now!"
Randy laughed and stretched his arms. "Tsk tsk Rylie." Muttering beneath her breath, Rylie slipped form the back seat, and into the passenger one, beside Dave. "I repeat, where are you losers taking me?" Dave and Randy only smirked, not bothering to answer her.
~oOo~
"JOSH!" MacKenzie screamed, banging on the bathroom door. "Get the hell outta my bathroom!"
"Go 'way Kenzie." Was the only reply from Josh. Growling, Mac sat on her bed, picking up her cell. "Good god Mac... Where the hell are you? And why the hell is your voice mail in elvish, freaky child? Sitting in a car, yippee. Stupid Randy and Da-OW! You're gonna pay for that dork! ...Erp soddy, not ye Mac! Randy just punched me..THEY'VE TAKEN ME AGAINST MY WILL!..AHHHHHH!"
MacKenzie blinked as she listened to the message left by Rylie, shaking her head. "What a dork."
~oOo~
"Where the hell's the redial? Mr. Redial, where are ye?" MacKenzie cooed, poking her cell. Josh raised a brow, running his hands through his hair, spiking it slightly. "Mac, talking to your phone isn't going to help. Phones can't talk."
"Silence! They can to talk! I hear the voices, speaking to me..." Kenzie continued to prod the phone, searching for the redial. Josh growled, snatching the phone from her, and promptly talking the female to the bed. "Hey! Dude, uncool man. My phone better not be broken."
~oOo~
"Are we there yet?" Quiery given for the hundredth time in the past half hour. At first, both males replied with a steadfast 'no.' Yet now, only the constant repetition of the question filled the car. "Randy, shut her up already." Dave yelled, narrowly missing another vehicle.
"Wow man, temper. Anger management dude. Don't touch me Randy." Rylie chirped, once again in the backseat. Somehow, they had duct taped her hands and ankles together, as well as taped to the back of the seat.
"Jus' tell me where we're going, an' I'll shut up." Dave glanced at Rys, via the rear-view mirror. "I don't believe her, do you Orton?"
"Not if my life depended on it." Randy replied, prodding Rylie in the side. WItha mock pout, she turned to stare out the window, sulking." Aww, Rys, we love you!" Randy frowned, when Rylie failed to reply with either a glare or smack. "I'll let you make long distance and 1-800 calls on Dave's cell."
"If you hadn't duct taped me to the car, I would hug you..."
_____~OoO~_____
Author D: Eh, this was originally three chapters, but quite frankly, they're way too short man. So yeah, a big wooden ball fell down from the ceiling. Meow!
Rylie: How the hell did I get duct taped to the back seat anyways?
D: Dun ask me
Rylie: You wrote it.
D: Good point! Eh, you jus' did, end of discussion.
MacKenzie: And just how much sugar did you have when you wrote this?
A: Way too much for her own good.
D: Silence petty mortals! Speakith not in my devine presence! Or off with thou's head!
Ry&Mac: Riiiiiiiiight.
A: -Rolls eyes-
Imp: -Attacks-
All: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"Oh, tough girl wants to fight eh?" Dave laughed, joined by Orton and recieving a smack from the female. "Since you dragged me out of bed, and I forgot my cell, one of you two jokers can lend me yours." Nondescriptly, Dave handed over his phone, utterance of 'No long distance.' causing Rylie to smirk.
"Oh no, of course not." Skillfully dialing the memorized number of MacKenzie's own cell. After four rings, the voice massaging system picked up, forcing an oath from Rylie. "Damn hate these things."
"What?" Randy inquired, seating himself beside the woman, in the back seat of the car. "Mac's voice mail is... rather... interesting." After redialing the number, and turning the volume up so that even Dave, behind the wheel could hear, she awaited the voice massage.
'Rithannen i geven; thangen i harn; na fennas i daur; ôl dûr ristannen; Eryn echuiannen; i ngelaidh dagrar; ristar thyng. cûa tawar; Dambedir enyd i ganed; Si linna i waew trin ylf; Isto i dur i chuiyl; ngelaidh dagrar. Ohh! We'll have food! Lots of food; We repeat; Endless meat. Thankyou for calling 1-800-8447-47-2-3253-686237. And remember, vote Pengu for President, a proud supporter of Hitler. Or the pixies will beat you with the Amazing Spork of Ultimate Thwaping. Join the Nazis. And remember, always drink and drive. It's not against the law, it is the law! The leprechauns gave me gold!' echoed through the car, followed by immediate hysterics from those occupants of the vehicle. "Damn that girl's crazy."
~oOo~
"I was too lazy to answer your cell." Josh commented, looking from Mac to her cell phone. "Moo!" The female replied, attempting to towel dry hair. "And jeebus you take a freaking long time in the shower!" Getting up, the male slid past Kenzie, into the bathroom.
~oOo~
"Seriously.." Ry growled, leaning over the driver's seat of the car, durring a red light. "Thanks hun." Rylie winked, dropping the cell in Dave's lap, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Dave blinked though winced at Rylie's sudden yelp. "Get the hell off me!" The female yelled, attempting to push Randy off of her, as he had grabbed her from behind and pinned her to the seat.
"Seriously you two, stop it, I'm trying to drive...Don't mke me pull over!" Dave commented, looking in the rear-view mirror. "You're doing a pretty shitty job though." Rylie smirked. Dave pulled off to the side, stopping the car. "Rylie, front seat now!"
Randy laughed and stretched his arms. "Tsk tsk Rylie." Muttering beneath her breath, Rylie slipped form the back seat, and into the passenger one, beside Dave. "I repeat, where are you losers taking me?" Dave and Randy only smirked, not bothering to answer her.
~oOo~
"JOSH!" MacKenzie screamed, banging on the bathroom door. "Get the hell outta my bathroom!"
"Go 'way Kenzie." Was the only reply from Josh. Growling, Mac sat on her bed, picking up her cell. "Good god Mac... Where the hell are you? And why the hell is your voice mail in elvish, freaky child? Sitting in a car, yippee. Stupid Randy and Da-OW! You're gonna pay for that dork! ...Erp soddy, not ye Mac! Randy just punched me..THEY'VE TAKEN ME AGAINST MY WILL!..AHHHHHH!"
MacKenzie blinked as she listened to the message left by Rylie, shaking her head. "What a dork."
~oOo~
"Where the hell's the redial? Mr. Redial, where are ye?" MacKenzie cooed, poking her cell. Josh raised a brow, running his hands through his hair, spiking it slightly. "Mac, talking to your phone isn't going to help. Phones can't talk."
"Silence! They can to talk! I hear the voices, speaking to me..." Kenzie continued to prod the phone, searching for the redial. Josh growled, snatching the phone from her, and promptly talking the female to the bed. "Hey! Dude, uncool man. My phone better not be broken."
~oOo~
"Are we there yet?" Quiery given for the hundredth time in the past half hour. At first, both males replied with a steadfast 'no.' Yet now, only the constant repetition of the question filled the car. "Randy, shut her up already." Dave yelled, narrowly missing another vehicle.
"Wow man, temper. Anger management dude. Don't touch me Randy." Rylie chirped, once again in the backseat. Somehow, they had duct taped her hands and ankles together, as well as taped to the back of the seat.
"Jus' tell me where we're going, an' I'll shut up." Dave glanced at Rys, via the rear-view mirror. "I don't believe her, do you Orton?"
"Not if my life depended on it." Randy replied, prodding Rylie in the side. WItha mock pout, she turned to stare out the window, sulking." Aww, Rys, we love you!" Randy frowned, when Rylie failed to reply with either a glare or smack. "I'll let you make long distance and 1-800 calls on Dave's cell."
"If you hadn't duct taped me to the car, I would hug you..."
_____~OoO~_____
Author D: Eh, this was originally three chapters, but quite frankly, they're way too short man. So yeah, a big wooden ball fell down from the ceiling. Meow!
Rylie: How the hell did I get duct taped to the back seat anyways?
D: Dun ask me
Rylie: You wrote it.
D: Good point! Eh, you jus' did, end of discussion.
MacKenzie: And just how much sugar did you have when you wrote this?
A: Way too much for her own good.
D: Silence petty mortals! Speakith not in my devine presence! Or off with thou's head!
Ry&Mac: Riiiiiiiiight.
A: -Rolls eyes-
Imp: -Attacks-
All: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!