Skye and Bayley rode to the hotel quietly pondering what they were going to
do the whole time they were at the set. Finally they stopped and Liv, who
had been quiet the whole time, broke the barrier of Silence.
"Here, lemme help you," she said leaning over to open the car door.
"Wowzas! She really does have big boo-"
Skye elbowed Bayley with the strength enough to hint what was to befall her if she didn't keep her dirty mouth shut. Liv looked at them with a raised eyebrow and then quickly proceeded with opening the door. She, too, was beginning to question their demeanors.
Once all out, they followed the four celebrities to the hotel doors. This is when Skye pulled Bayley by the arm and took the time to scold her for her impoliteness.
"If you don't stop being so rude, I'll wa-"
Skye stopped in mid-sentence and Bayley broke out laughing hysterically. Skye had just run into a revolving door.
"Ouch. That's gunna hurt," said Orlando standing on the other side of the revolving door.
"No Lego, it's going to feel like heaven every time you run into a door."
"Oh get away from me you stupid dirty hobbit."
Orlando pushed Elijah away and walked to the front desk. Liv and Billy stayed behind with Skye who had involuntary fallen into his arms after hitting the door.
"Aren't the races of Middle Earth supposed to be CARING?!" He yelled furiously to the two walking away.
"They couldn't have picked better people for a fellowship. Nope. I haven't even seen all 9 and already they can't stay together. Two are walking away from a medical scene two are sitting at the medical scene doing nothing and the other 5? Well, Lo-"
"You aren't helping either!" Liv pleaded, voice hinting of complete annoyance.
By now the other two had come back and were hovering over the scene like starving vultures.
"Hey, she's pretty cute when she sleeps! She looks like an elf kinda."
"Ugh, control those elf hormones of your Lego and pick this girl up," Billy said, annoyed that they could care less about what happened to the two girls.
"Yea!" said Elijah in retaliation for what was said before. Liv and Orlando both shot him a shut-up glare.
"You're just lucky she isn't awake. You'd need security with how close you are to her right now," Bayley teased as Orlando picked Skye's limp body out of Billy's arms, "and maybe a few extra sets of clothing while you're at it. She drools unconsciously. Lord knows what she's dreaming about in that unconscious head of hers. It's probably you na---"
Billy stepped on her foot and Bayley retracted in pain.
"Stupid hairy Hobbit feet!" she screamed, pushing him through the revolving doors. He ran and she continued her pursuit while Liv and Orlando made their way up with Skye's nearly life-less body.
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"What on Middle Earth are you doing?" Skye spoke lazily as she woke up dazed. Bayley was awake already, running around their hotel suite with a sponge and a bucket of water.
"Cleaning of course, what does it look like?"
"Stupid cleaning obsessor," Skye mumbled as she shuffled over to help Bayley in the bathroom.
"Here, take this and go clean the tub."
Bayley handed Skye a bucket and a sponge and signaled her to the other side of the room. Skye, too lazy to oppose, began cleaning.
"Ah! What the hell was that for?!"
Bayley stood up from her cleaning soaked with shower water. Skye, with a mischevious grin on her face, continued spraying her with the showerhead from the other side of the room.
"Die evil woman of the land of toilets!"
Bayley, willing to play along, threw the water from her bucket in an attempt to retaliate. Both wet and soaked to the bone, running across a slippery floor, they tried to attack each other. Sponges went flying, insults went hurdling, and bodies went skidding.
"Go open the door!" Skye giggled as she threw her bucket at the charging Bayley. She had just noticed that someone was knocking, but for how long?
Bayley, who now had a bucket on her head, kept charging with her sponge. Not remembering that there was a barrier of soap and water between them, she tripped and flung herself against the wall. The knocking continued and was getting harder with every minute that passed by.
"Bayley, contain yourself!" Skye tried to suppress herself as she strode to the door. "I'm coming!"
"Skye? Bayley? Open the door!"
"Bayley! Get over here! We have vi---" Skye froze as she swung the door open only to find a built body standing in front of her. She stood there, dripping wet, in sheer awe of the person standing in front of her.
"You must be Skye," the man said holding out his hand for the soaked Skye to shake. Skye, being somewhat of a pessimist when it came to strangers, stood there mutely with a raised eyebrow trying to figure out who the stranger was.
"That's got to be Skye Viggo! She looks just like Orla---"
"Dom, that's quite enough." A head came popping out of nowhere from behind Viggo.
"Oh! Ha! I get it now! Yea, I'm Skye. Or at least, probably the only Skye Orlando described to you," Skye said lightly putting her hand into Viggo's for a shake.
"Can we come in?" Viggo asked with a searching glint in his eyes.
"Um, yea. Sure," Skye replied with a weird look. "What are you looking for?" she asked, not being able to hold herself back anymore.
"Where's the...Bayley I think her name is?"
"Oh, so now she's an object to you now?"
Before Skye could continue arguing, Bayley tromped out of the bathroom rubbing her side in slight pain. "I'm here," she blurted, trying to tidy herself up for the visitors.
"Is she ok?" Viggo questioned, wondering what they had been doing all morning.
"The queen of toilets surrenders to the ruler of the tub," Bayley mumbled as she fell onto the bed.
"Let me rephrase that," Viggo said staring at them oddly, "are you guys ok?"
"Oh, she's fine. Just a little um...drunk..I guess...yea...that's all," Skye answered ignoring the fact that she was included in the question as well, "just give her a few minutes."
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"Here, lemme help you," she said leaning over to open the car door.
"Wowzas! She really does have big boo-"
Skye elbowed Bayley with the strength enough to hint what was to befall her if she didn't keep her dirty mouth shut. Liv looked at them with a raised eyebrow and then quickly proceeded with opening the door. She, too, was beginning to question their demeanors.
Once all out, they followed the four celebrities to the hotel doors. This is when Skye pulled Bayley by the arm and took the time to scold her for her impoliteness.
"If you don't stop being so rude, I'll wa-"
Skye stopped in mid-sentence and Bayley broke out laughing hysterically. Skye had just run into a revolving door.
"Ouch. That's gunna hurt," said Orlando standing on the other side of the revolving door.
"No Lego, it's going to feel like heaven every time you run into a door."
"Oh get away from me you stupid dirty hobbit."
Orlando pushed Elijah away and walked to the front desk. Liv and Billy stayed behind with Skye who had involuntary fallen into his arms after hitting the door.
"Aren't the races of Middle Earth supposed to be CARING?!" He yelled furiously to the two walking away.
"They couldn't have picked better people for a fellowship. Nope. I haven't even seen all 9 and already they can't stay together. Two are walking away from a medical scene two are sitting at the medical scene doing nothing and the other 5? Well, Lo-"
"You aren't helping either!" Liv pleaded, voice hinting of complete annoyance.
By now the other two had come back and were hovering over the scene like starving vultures.
"Hey, she's pretty cute when she sleeps! She looks like an elf kinda."
"Ugh, control those elf hormones of your Lego and pick this girl up," Billy said, annoyed that they could care less about what happened to the two girls.
"Yea!" said Elijah in retaliation for what was said before. Liv and Orlando both shot him a shut-up glare.
"You're just lucky she isn't awake. You'd need security with how close you are to her right now," Bayley teased as Orlando picked Skye's limp body out of Billy's arms, "and maybe a few extra sets of clothing while you're at it. She drools unconsciously. Lord knows what she's dreaming about in that unconscious head of hers. It's probably you na---"
Billy stepped on her foot and Bayley retracted in pain.
"Stupid hairy Hobbit feet!" she screamed, pushing him through the revolving doors. He ran and she continued her pursuit while Liv and Orlando made their way up with Skye's nearly life-less body.
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"What on Middle Earth are you doing?" Skye spoke lazily as she woke up dazed. Bayley was awake already, running around their hotel suite with a sponge and a bucket of water.
"Cleaning of course, what does it look like?"
"Stupid cleaning obsessor," Skye mumbled as she shuffled over to help Bayley in the bathroom.
"Here, take this and go clean the tub."
Bayley handed Skye a bucket and a sponge and signaled her to the other side of the room. Skye, too lazy to oppose, began cleaning.
"Ah! What the hell was that for?!"
Bayley stood up from her cleaning soaked with shower water. Skye, with a mischevious grin on her face, continued spraying her with the showerhead from the other side of the room.
"Die evil woman of the land of toilets!"
Bayley, willing to play along, threw the water from her bucket in an attempt to retaliate. Both wet and soaked to the bone, running across a slippery floor, they tried to attack each other. Sponges went flying, insults went hurdling, and bodies went skidding.
"Go open the door!" Skye giggled as she threw her bucket at the charging Bayley. She had just noticed that someone was knocking, but for how long?
Bayley, who now had a bucket on her head, kept charging with her sponge. Not remembering that there was a barrier of soap and water between them, she tripped and flung herself against the wall. The knocking continued and was getting harder with every minute that passed by.
"Bayley, contain yourself!" Skye tried to suppress herself as she strode to the door. "I'm coming!"
"Skye? Bayley? Open the door!"
"Bayley! Get over here! We have vi---" Skye froze as she swung the door open only to find a built body standing in front of her. She stood there, dripping wet, in sheer awe of the person standing in front of her.
"You must be Skye," the man said holding out his hand for the soaked Skye to shake. Skye, being somewhat of a pessimist when it came to strangers, stood there mutely with a raised eyebrow trying to figure out who the stranger was.
"That's got to be Skye Viggo! She looks just like Orla---"
"Dom, that's quite enough." A head came popping out of nowhere from behind Viggo.
"Oh! Ha! I get it now! Yea, I'm Skye. Or at least, probably the only Skye Orlando described to you," Skye said lightly putting her hand into Viggo's for a shake.
"Can we come in?" Viggo asked with a searching glint in his eyes.
"Um, yea. Sure," Skye replied with a weird look. "What are you looking for?" she asked, not being able to hold herself back anymore.
"Where's the...Bayley I think her name is?"
"Oh, so now she's an object to you now?"
Before Skye could continue arguing, Bayley tromped out of the bathroom rubbing her side in slight pain. "I'm here," she blurted, trying to tidy herself up for the visitors.
"Is she ok?" Viggo questioned, wondering what they had been doing all morning.
"The queen of toilets surrenders to the ruler of the tub," Bayley mumbled as she fell onto the bed.
"Let me rephrase that," Viggo said staring at them oddly, "are you guys ok?"
"Oh, she's fine. Just a little um...drunk..I guess...yea...that's all," Skye answered ignoring the fact that she was included in the question as well, "just give her a few minutes."
lalala to lazy to edit...sorry if some shtuff is wrong..